Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Even the old man said that he had changed a lot.

Until this time, Zhao Ke finally understood that it was not his illness that had recovered.

Instead, there is a woman who silently beats these damned personalities back into the abyss for herself.

"Come on, come here and show you something nice."

The girl dropped the stick casually, and with a shallow smile, her eyes were as beautiful as crescent moons.

She didn't seem to care about Zhao Ke's surprised look at all.

Instead, he pulled Zhao Ke affectionately and walked to the side door.

An ordinary door.

The girl took a deep breath, reaching out to twist the door handle.

Just at this moment, Zhao Ke's palm suddenly grabbed the girl's hand.

"I don't want to watch it yet, can you sit down with me and rest for a while?" Zhao Ke's eyes were as clear as a mirror, and his eyes were fixed on the girl in front of him.

"But you don't have time, do you?"

At the end of the girl's words, her voice trembled.

She is very clear about Zhao Ke's every move, and even very clear about Zhao Ke's current situation.

She could clearly feel even a wave of fluctuation in Zhao Ke's heart.

As Zhao Ke said, she conceived it by herself.

Strictly speaking, she is Zhao Ke's eighth personality.

A personality exactly as Zhao Ke imagined, a demon squeezed in the deepest part of Zhao Ke's heart.

"Sigh~"

Taking a long breath, Zhao Ke greedily sucked it into his lungs, and slightly closed his eyes to look at the ceiling above his head that no longer existed.

"As I remember, the front is the room of the nuns, and the right is the meeting room where they trade organs.

The side is..."

Zhao Ke's voice paused, as if recalling some bad memories, he continued after a moment of silence: "The anatomy room is on the side, and the kitchen is on the right, but I don't remember there is a door here!"

The girl's eyes widened: "Do you still remember?"

"Remember! After all, this is where I lived. Even hell, it's also my kennel."

Zhao Ke was talking, and looked at the door in front of him.

He remembered every plant and tree here, even if it had been reduced to ruins.

Although the shape has been changed.

But when Zhao Ke approached the door in front of him, a familiar feeling still came over his face.

It was because after he devoured the other six personalities, he more or less retained a trace of their feelings.

So this door should be the one that led to his own consciousness back then.

And the price for opening it is to be wiped out and become a sacrifice, just like the jealousy of personality.

"I would get out of here, but not this way."

The two looked at each other, Zhao Ke turned around and planned to leave here.

"stop!"

Just Zhao Ke's words made the girl's eyes glow with anger, and she called Zhao Ke sharply: "How long are you going to imprison me!"

Zhao Ke paused.

The girl's face turned pale: "Ten years, 20 years, or until you actually lie in the coffin and die under someone else's knife?"

Zhao Ke frowned, thought for a while and said, "You can replace me at any time."

"I do not want!"

The girl stopped in front of Zhao Ke angrily, her black and white eyes were as sharp as knives.

Zhao Ke couldn't look directly at it, or rather, he felt guilty.

Seeing this, crystal clear tears rolled down the girl's cheeks, and the bitterness under the desolate smile contained deep despair.

"You know exactly what I am, someone you made up.

No!Not even people.

I'm just a little bit of insignificant sustenance in your heart, but you hide it in the deepest part.

After all, I'm not even as real as a blow-up doll. "

"To shut up!"

The slender fingers grabbed the girl's throat, Zhao Ke was more like a wounded beast, his eyes were bloodshot at some point.

As if to wring this woman's throat at any moment.

But as the two looked at each other, Zhao Ke gradually let go of his palm.

Standing there blankly, my mind was also a mess for a while.

The girl also became quiet, and put her palm on Zhao Ke's chest, feeling Zhao Ke's heartbeat.

"Let it go, it's been too long, the old man is waiting for you, and she is waiting for you, your time is running out."

The soft voice echoed in the empty corridor.

On the side, the big meatballs were silent.

It was as if everything stood still.

"Why, isn't it good to stay?"

With a choked voice, when the girl raised her head, Zhao Ke resisted the mist in his eyes and raised his head higher.

"No, I just want better for you."