The correct way to deal with multiple personalities

01.

He was carrying a stereo and holding a microphone.

With an overjoyed smile on his face, he listened attentively.

— the sound of footsteps.

——That unique sound of high heels stepping on the ground.

He turned on the stereo, and (thought he was) super handsome snapped his fingers.

Intense music sounded.

02

"Shaking red wine glass, lips like blood,

That uncommon beauty, the unpardonable sin.

Whoever follows faithfully is at best a bodyguard,

With roses under my feet, return a kiss as comfort~"

The young man's expression seemed to be too affectionate.

Yu Jie, who was wearing high heels, maintained the posture of opening the door, looked around the messy battlefield, and raised her eyebrows, "Seriously? Miao Zeke, you have to—"

Miao Zeke turned off the stereo, "Where should I kiss you?"

His eyebrows were drawn down, and even the colorful paintings on his face twisted into a new realm.

Eve (==): "You think too much."

"Maybe I'm the first one to find you, Miss Eve. I don't even give you a kiss. It breaks my heart."

While talking, Miao Zeke dug out the earphones from the big bag and small bag on his back, and got up again on his own.

"Eve? How did you know a man?"

Another Paradise Island female warrior raised her eyebrows and drew her sword.

"Uh, Yasha, he's not——the enemy." Eve slumped her shoulders, glanced at the young man who was completely indifferent to himself, and helplessly held the long sword that he hadn't used yet, and stood. On the opposite side of my good sister.

"YOOO~ Emphasis on sex over friends?" Miao Zeke tilted his head, looked at the two ladies who were about to fight for him as soon as they met, and made up the knife.

Simply beaten.

Eve gritted her teeth.

03.

"In the end we just ran out like this?" Miao Zeke was dragged forward with one hand protecting the earphones and the other hand—it really was clearly split together. Why is her physical fitness so good? ——then began to lament the small audio microphone, guitar, snacks, and luggage that Eve had just snatched and discarded in an instant.

"How dare you fucking say it! If it wasn't for you, I could at least get some information over there! Otherwise, why do you think Joshua hasn't looked for me all this time!"

"Oh?" Miao Zeke was stunned, "I thought it was because I hid it too well."

Eve turned her head and took a quick glance at the large burden she was pulling. She had short yellow hair, light blue eyes, and a normal American sweetheart appearance; she was wearing a loose camouflage uniform, and her wrists were as thin as bamboo poles. normal.

……but.

Eve recalled the bags he was carrying and the messy body paint on his face when they met.

"—Is that a disguise for you?!"

Miao Zeke smiled even more happily, even twisted the paint on his face, and posed with his hands, "Standard performance artist!"

"..." Eve wanted to die, "Don't tell others that we are alone."

"Does anyone believe what I said?" Mizeko shrugged indifferently, seeing that a team of Atlantean troops in front of him was about to collide with Eve, he stopped indifferently.

Eve let go of her hand without looking back, and raised her sword.

Miao Zeke, who is only five in combat power, pretends that his set of musical instruments is still by his side, posing with a microphone and guitar.

——No matter from which angle you look at it, this person should be standing on a stage or in a mental hospital, not a battlefield.

—It's useless for him to stay here.

Pretend that the small stereo is still on the back, unscrew it, and snap your fingers handsomely.

The smooth music exploded instantly.

So the enemy's eyes focused on this place in an instant—that guy was wearing a camouflage uniform that didn't have any hidden meaning at all, with headphones that weren't connected to wires, closed his eyes, posed, and sang to the background music that came from nowhere up.

Eve in the front cut the enemy in half without hesitation, while Mizeko still sang very happily behind.

— There is no escape.

- Desperate situation.

Miao Zeke knew he couldn't run far, so he didn't care.

I didn't really want to go back to the protagonist - what a world!He is an independent man!No longer the little personality who is oppressed everywhere, can control his fingers and play accurate notes at will-it's so satisfying!

however.

"The night is too beautiful, no matter how dangerous it is,

There are always people who stay up all night with dark eyes. "

He sang, gently raised his eyelids, and watched Eve finally exhausted and die by the enemy's sword.

"Love is too beautiful, however dangerous,

I would like to pay for all the tears of overspending for thousands of years. "

He saw the half-man, half-fish monster raise his bow and arrow

"Pain is too beautiful, no matter how humble—" "Whew——"

...I also want to taste the feeling of being smashed to pieces.

Under the excruciating pain, the background music played sporadically stopped.

Maybe I'm going to die like this, but it doesn't matter.

I'm not a person who longs to live.

My life is music.

He waited, breathing hesitantly, he couldn't feel the deadly arrow passing through his chest.

Opening his eyes slightly, he saw Eve's lifeless eyes, falling into a crowd of enemies.

— more like a warrior than a princess.

Ok.

He moved his fingers gently, and finally, a deafening alarm sounded out of thin air.

Not far away, the soldiers of Paradise Island, who were resting temporarily, took up their weapons.

04.

It’s always at this time that I miss the main character very much. For example, Eve’s hypnotic ability can only hypnotize three or four people at a time, and Miao Zeke’s own ability is useless at all except for being handsome.

The main character is stronger.

But the main character will definitely not be as happy as me.

At least I played a lot of tunes with my own hands, and the main character didn't dare to really paint on his face.

He felt his 'soul'—forget it, he didn't have such a luxury—slowly withdrawn, and his sanity became less clear.

——Shh, don't tell the stupid master, I split the personalities.

I am free will, unwilling to exist forever in him.

But I really can't leave him.

So bad, so bad.

His world ends up in darkness.

05.

on the plane.

Lucia smiled, leaning against Master's arms, drawing on the white paper.

Suddenly, tears fell down her cheeks, and she put down her pen with helplessness in her dark blue eyes, raised her hand to caress the person she was leaning on, and comforted softly, "Be good, don't cry."

The Master stared blankly at Lucia, looked at her dark blue eyes that were constantly streaming tears, felt her hands caressing her cheeks one after another, and his heart was filled with bewilderment.

"Look."

Lucia held up the painting in his hand. The tall woman in black was leaning on a sword, and beside him was a young man intoxicated with music. Even though it was just a pencil drawing, the characteristics of the two were vividly reflected.

"You can see."

"Yes." Lucia replied, "I've seen too much."

Lucia picked up the pen again, but left the Master's embrace. Seeing the Master staring at him blankly, he walked to the Flash without hesitation.

"You said, your world is very peaceful?"

"...Yes, Arthur and Diana over there are all right."

Lucia showed a smile, "That's good, we must change the world back to that way—" She raised the painting in her hand, and had already filled in the outline of the third person, "After I finish drawing, help me Leave it to another me?"

Although Lucia in the Master can't see it.

But it must be very happy, right?

We all have our own appearance, but we are still one person.

But never worry about which part is missing.

06.

So until she got off the plane, she was still writing and drawing.

Mo Jun, who had been sitting silently, stood up, grabbed Master by the collar, and pulled him up from the sofa.

"..."

He looked like he wanted to say a lot, but he was still depressed and silent. Finally, he said in a dry voice, "Are you still planning to do nothing?"

"What can I do?" The Master puffed up his cheeks, "Joshua's spiritual power is with you, and your intelligence is with you. What else do you want me to do? A doppelganger with no superpowers is better than a doppelganger with superpowers." Humans who don’t have it are useless.”

The human without superpowers who was driving the plane turned his head and glared at him.

"——" Mo Jun took a deep breath, "Eve and Miao Zeke are dead! If you don't take back the remaining personalities, none of them will be left in the end!"

"But didn't you guys have a good time?" Master turned his eyes away, looked at Lucia drawing, with a smile on his mouth, "Lucia can see it, isn't it great?"

"That's not happy!" Mo Jun was about to go crazy, "It's just the illusion created by you not wanting to take back your personality! If you take back now, maybe you can still be saved!"

"Enough."

The two big men froze for a moment, looking at Lucia who was speaking, and looked at them with those dark blue, smart eyes.

"Don't quarrel." Lucia stuffed the pen and paper into the small bag she was carrying, and came over to give Master a hug.

"Although it will be happy to be separated for a while," those deep blue eyes are as lively and beautiful as the ocean, "I still prefer the feeling of staying in your arms."

After all, even if it looks like a different person, I am your heart.

The plane landed.

The superheroes tacitly ignored the little farce here, stepped out of the plane one after another, and returned to their respective battlefields; Lucia was silent for a while, looked around the empty plane, and called Joshua to go out together, "I saw Ke Ruiyi is outside too, let's go out quickly, shall we?"

The Master followed her silently.

The road was unbelievably quiet—seriously, Master had always wished that his mind would be quiet even for a moment, but when it was really quiet, he began to miss those chattering little bastards—until Lucia turned around and stepped back. Walking side by side, showing a gentle smile.

"When we all get back to the Master," her voice was soft and gentle, "How about going on a trip? Or go to Logan, live anywhere, grow flowers, water them, wouldn't it be great?"

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"...Okay," the Master said with a smile, "I really want to go too."

Even if you can't travel around the world while flying, it's nice to walk around the world with only your own feet.

I knew it long ago, just blinded by pain and guilt.

"How about seeing Mt. Fuji as the first stop?" Lucia smiled even more happily. "I've seen pictures of Mt. Fuji, and it looks—huh?"

She stopped in surprise.

The tip of a sword pierced through her heart abruptly, bringing down a string of bright red blood beads.

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The high school entrance exam is over, whatever it is, I'm back, babies~ (what the hell)