Quick Transmigration: Let Me Tell You, I'm a Social Anxiety Person

The hotel is located in a remote area, and correspondingly, the price is very low.

This body certainly doesn't need any special treatment.

On this point, he reached a rare consensus with the other owner of the body.

After finishing his day's activities, he booked a new room at another hotel of similar price.

After taking a shower, he leaned against the bed as usual to disassemble and reassemble the gun. He lowered his eyes, pressed the muzzle against his heart, and slowly rubbed his finger on the trigger.

He put down the gun.

Looking in the mirror, there were no new scars on the exposed part of my body.

It's been about fourteen days, ever since we found that disheveled child.

The guy said his name was Wen Sirang, and whether that was true or not, the long-dormant waters were stirred up.

After all, this name is the only familiar thing this body has seen and heard in the two years since it awakened.

Although the child huddled in the suitcase, pleading earnestly for his help, looked completely different from the "handsome and arrogant Wen Sirang" that Wen Ying had described.

Furthermore, when Wen Ying talked about Wen Sirang, she didn't go into detail about their past, only mentioning some heartwarming little things from their youth, and praised Wen Sirang as "a good older brother" with a sentimental tone.

The praised older brother turned into a little boy with a tragic past, who seemed to be starving. He was unaware of the age difference between the two and therefore had no way of knowing whether the Wen Sirang he had encountered was the same Wen Sirang that Wen Ying had mentioned.

He also couldn't be sure whether the siblings, bound by a single lifetime, would still be family in another world.

But he would never let go of any clue related to her.

He took a nap, but woke up again before dawn.

This is the first time that the body's other owner has not taken over his consciousness.

He had taken over this body before, but only briefly. He would appear briefly when the other consciousness was in a slump and occasionally talk to the latter.

They don't offer comfort; instead, sarcasm and ridicule are common.

This is normal. Rivals in love hate each other. Even in the medical field, they don't seem to be two independent normal people at all, but rather two personalities split off from an abnormal mental illness.

At this moment, it is unclear whether he has passively accepted too many emotions and memories, and his form is gradually approaching completeness, or whether another consciousness is trying to escape.

After all, the feeling of seeing hope and then letting disappointment slowly erode that hope is truly unbearable.

Just like that scene many years ago when I met her terrified eyes amidst the swirling snow.

……

When Wen woke up, the phone rang in the room. It was the front desk calling to remind her that check-out time was approaching.

His head was spinning. He sat up and saw a note in his field of vision, the handwriting scribbled and pressed under his gun.

"Nothing of interest. Time to move on to the next stop."

He continued to read.

"Also, I'm sorry to have used your body to kill two people."

"But those two deserved to die. I've already disposed of the bodies, and the security bureau won't bother you."

He lowered his eyes, his expression as calm and indifferent as ever, lit the note, and casually tossed it into the trash can.

After a quick wash and packing, I headed to the station.

The tickets had already been bought, which didn't surprise him. He rarely experienced emotions beyond calm anymore; instead, they were completely received by another consciousness within this body.

He didn't care at all.

The other person wanted to become whole, while he only wanted to shed his complicated emotions and peel away the pain, so that he wouldn't wallow in despair and gloom, constantly thinking about how to die completely.

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Winter is fast approaching for Mangxing.

In the blink of an eye, the little boy named Winsrang has been living at the ARES base for two months.

Although it was only a short two months, it felt like he was living better than he had in the years he spent on another planet. Hua Renyuan looked him over with satisfaction and felt that he was much more robust than before, not as thin, and seemed to have grown a bit taller.

"Come here, let Uncle Hua measure your height." Hua Renyuan held a ruler in his hand and beckoned to the little boy.

He had no expression on his face, stood there for a few seconds, and then walked over.

Hua Renyuan measured his height, and he hadn't grown even a centimeter, but that didn't stop him from having a happy expression. He put down the ruler and said, "Not bad, now you look like a child. Eat more, drink more, and talk more."

Just then, Wen pushed open the door and walked in. Hua Renyuan immediately followed up, "Don't be like that ice-cold face. He can't even say ten words a month. How stifling!"

Wen Sirang glanced at Wen upon hearing this, but he had only come in to get something, entered expressionlessly, and left quickly, as if he hadn't heard the conversation at all.

Wen is indeed a man of few words.

The only conversation took place when Wen Sirang desperately pleaded for help at the train station. At that moment, Wen Sirang thought he was going to die and had given up all hope. Unexpectedly, this seemingly cold-hearted person extended a helping hand.

He also said that he was like an old friend of his.

He didn't know what that old friend looked like. In his short five years of life, he had encountered and seen almost nothing of warmth or light. Warmth was nothing but wishful thinking. He was always trapped in a vortex of darkness, so he knew clearly that there was no one in his life who was hot enough to melt an iceberg and evoke compassion.

But he wanted her to exist.

...In that case, perhaps one day, a ray of light will shine on him?

But such thoughts seemed too selfish. Young Wen Sirang silently condemned himself.

"Uncle Hua, Uncle Hua!" The door was suddenly pushed open forcefully. The person who came in was stunned when he saw Wen Sirang. "Where did this kid come from? Whose child is he?"

"What's the matter, all this rudeness?" Hua Renyuan asked.

When it came to business, the man's expression immediately changed: "Oh, Uncle Hua, a large group of people have arrived outside. They say they are the royal guards from Eternal Nova, and even the emperor's personal bodyguards are among them. Please come with me to take a look!"

As soon as he finished speaking, not only the person who came, but also Hua Renyuan's expression changed. He then calmly said, "I know, I know, I'll be right there."

The door closed, and Hua Renyuan looked at Wen Sirang, who was hanging his head, seemingly deep in thought. Hua Renyuan, on the other hand, was sweating profusely, his mind almost blank.

Just as they were about to leave, Wen Sirang suddenly spoke up, his expression calm: "Uncle Hua, I'll go with you."