Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Chu Mingyou turned on his phone and confirmed the time again.

Nine forty-seven.

Why didn't the count show up?

Since they made the contract, the Count has never delayed, and he controls time very accurately.

Has he disappeared?

Did he leave himself because he found a new host?

For a moment, Chu Mingyou's heart beat like a drum, and sudden panic surrounded him.

"Didn't you get a PhD in psychology?" Chu Yao asked, "If your patient expresses these problems to you, what do you think is the cause?"

He looked at Chu Yao blankly, and wanted to speak several times, but then swallowed his words.

If a patient describes feeling like his body is occupied by another person, and the two can communicate but do not share memories, it is likely to be a symptom of multiple personality disorder, also known as dissociative personality disorder.

"Earl...is it me?" Chu Mingyou murmured to himself.

How could it be possible that the person he always hated and envied was himself?

"No, no..." He hugged his head, "He is evil. The things he knows are not something ordinary people can do... He also took me to Chu's house to pull out the surveillance video. Show it to me, so I know..."

Chu Mingyou suddenly felt a shock in his chest, as if someone had taken out a breath of turbid breath that had been pent up in him for a long time.

He looked down and saw a piece of yellow paper taped to his body, with some patterns he couldn't understand drawn on it.

"Calm down first and think about what happened." Chu Yao said as he began to put talismans on the ground.

But Chu Mingyou felt that his mind became clearer, and some strange and familiar memories gradually emerged.

He saw himself talking to himself in front of the mirror, with the expression on his face constantly switching from despair to madness.

On the day the Chu family villa was sold, his eldest brother informed him to go home and pack his things. He saw that the washing machine was adulterated with mugwort juice, and he found out about the surveillance because he discovered that the WIFI at home had several more connected devices. Out of curiosity, I checked the Chu family's surveillance video.

There has never been another soul, only himself.

Unable to bear the psychological trauma of his childhood and the guilt he felt towards his sister, he split into a personality that was completely opposite to his own, and then did many things that he did not dare to think or do before.

In this case, why is it the earl who disappeared?

He is the one who should disappear the most.

"How about it, have you figured it out?" Chu Yao stood up, clapped his hands, and was very satisfied with the magic circle he had set up.

There was too much evil energy underground, which aroused Chu Mingyou's negative emotions, but he should have returned to normal now, right?

Chu Mingyou sat on the ground in despair, like a salted fish whose soul had been taken away.

Hiss, it seems it’s still a bit difficult to handle.

Chu Yao pulled him up from the ground and asked: "Business matters, if you still have something to think about, just talk to a psychiatrist you know for a while. Let me ask you first, is there any place in your home that may lead to basement?"

He pondered for a while, then said with a wry smile: "Sorry, I'm a waste."

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his brain, and he quickly walked to the door, picked up the scissors, and cut open the express package.

Chu Mingyou had never figured out before that the count had at least dozens of paintings at home. Where did he hide them?

Now that I think about it, it's in that mysterious basement!

This painting was the only connection between him and the count. He had a hunch that the count must have known that he would disappear, so he deliberately left a painting for him.

What kind of secrets does he hide in the basement, so that he is busy every day to achieve his goals.

Every hour, every minute, without eating or sleeping, just to paint.

Chu Mingyou was a little anxious, but the express package was very tight, and he didn't dare to damage the vital paintings inside.

"Go." Chu Yao ordered softly. The talisman suddenly became sharper than a knife, and he easily cut through the plastic foam.

A photo floated out, and Chu Mingyou couldn't believe it. The entrance to the basement was actually in the kitchen cabinet.

Behind the photo, there is also a message from the earl, "I don't know if your stupid head has woken up. It doesn't matter. I believe you can't twist screws, right?"

"This is the gift I left for 'her'. Please make sure to present it in full on 'her' birthday (forty-eight days later)."

"There is no chance to meet her. Please wish her a happy birthday for me."

Chu Mingyou calculated the time on his phone's calendar and looked at Chu Yao in shock.

Forty-eight days later, at the end of May, it was Chu Yao's birthday.

"Have you found the entrance?" Chu Yao was horrified by what he saw, so he took the photo away from him.

After a few seconds, she asked: "Do you have a Phillips screwdriver at home? And this thing."

She pointed to the painting and continued: "Should we take it down together?"

"Why, why?" Chu Mingyou felt that he could no longer keep up with Chu Yao's thoughts. The painting was her birthday gift, why should she take it with her?

He didn't know if he was so stupid, but he saw the word "speechless" written clearly on Chu Yao's face.

But she still explained patiently: "If you don't need to take the painting with you, your other personality won't leave you the key. Do you understand?"

"It makes sense." Chu Mingyou took out the painting, "But the size of the painting will..."

Wait a minute, isn't this the masterpiece of Chao Yin that he originally bought at auction after losing all his money - "Spring Night in the Han Palace"?

He took this "Spring Night in the Han Palace" to exchange for the Feng Shui Master's Bagua Mirror. After being rejected by Chu Yao, he sold the Bagua Mirror again.

Finally the painting returned to his hands.

"Huh?" Chu Yao was also a little surprised that it was actually her own painting.

However, fortunately it was not framed, so she neatly rolled up the scroll so that it could pass through the entrance of the cabinet.

"You..." Chu Mingyou was heartbroken. Does she know whose painting she is holding?

Others usually visit through a layer of glass. How could anyone dare to directly touch Chao Yin's paintings without wearing gloves?

What a waste of natural resources!

After removing the two floorboards from the cabinet, a bottomless entrance appeared in front of them.

Chu Ming looked at it with a flashlight and saw that it seemed to be a long staircase.

The arrow was on the string and had to be fired. No matter how scared he was, he couldn't help showing his timidity at this time.

After the two of them passed through the narrow and narrow road, the real room in the basement was actually bright.

The walls are covered with more than a hundred paintings, some large and some small. Each painting has a trace of bright red, either dark or light, about to form a strange pattern.

There is nothing in the middle, it is blindingly white, and it has been waiting for the last bit of red to arrive.