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It's hard for Evan to describe something like that. He was aware of Carlton's existence when he was 7 years old-after he discovered that not everyone could hear the man's voice.

This thing is really unbelievable.

But it just happened.

Evan will always remember that it was a rainy day, he stayed in his room, and heard a strange voice.

The man's name was Carlton Bryan--so he called himself.

At that time, Evan had read many books, and he found that Carlton could sometimes take over his body and do things that he didn’t remember—many people called this split personality, and Evan also doubted it. Don is not another self.

No, he's not Evan, not some ridiculous second personality.

Carleton was a complete, strange soul.

From the body of a dead villain.

God knows how he got into Evan's little soul. They couldn't blend, but they shared a body, and no accident, Carlton wanted to kill Evan.

"He's not another me." Evan said, they hadn't left the space yet, the broken gap was behind them, emitting a faint light, and Evan moved closer to it, he looked very tired, It seems that whether it is explaining to Chris or thinking, it makes him feel very tired.

"I don't know what he is. He's not the dual personality in those movies. He's an evil soul." Evan said, he lowered his head and found that his neckline had become a little messy due to the struggle just now, so he tidied it up again , "If you really want to use the plot of the movie to describe it, it is more like the evil spirits in those horror movies."

"Actually, I don't know the rules of his appearance, just like a dual personality, this body can only be controlled by one soul." Evan explained, "But as I grow older, the chances of him appearing become less and less. "

"But it will still appear." Chris grasped the point.

Evan was silent for a moment, "Yes, maybe I should find an exorcist."

"Great, evil spirits, mysterious room... Is this the recording site of some reality show?" Chris sarcastically said, "Maybe soon I will meet a witch and start doing psychic performances?"

"You don't believe it." Evan judged.

"Nobody's going to believe it," Chris said, feeling Carlton's gnarled fingers on the tip of his tongue, his back still aching, and even the rest of his body being hit.

He changed his position slightly and chose to sit some distance away from Evan, which brought them closer to the entrance of the cave.

Chris was also able to see Evan's face clearly with the faint light coming from the first floor.

I have to say, this man looks really embarrassed now.

The hair that was originally meticulous is now messy and scattered on the forehead, and the clothes have become messy because of the struggle just now - Chris watched him rubbing his fingers constantly, "Are you a clean freak?" He remembered that His fingers were just stuffed into his mouth.

Evan's movements stopped instantly, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he relaxed, "Yes." He said, looking down at his fingers with disgust.

"Do you remember what you did?" Chris began to doubt again.

"……Do not."

Evan raised his finger and stretched it out in front of Chris, almost making Chris jump - like an overreacting cat - realizing Chris' uneasiness, and Evan awkwardly raised his hand He stopped at a safe distance and said, "Fingers are wet."

"I don't think Carlton has the hobby of licking his own fingers."

Oh, you are wrong, poor Evan, Chris thought, just now Carlton was licking this finger, like licking some delicious candy, eagerly, like the type of people with some bad habits (he selectively Ignore why Carlton chose to lick this finger).

"Who knows," Chris said.

"You have bread crumbs on your lips." Evan rubbed his fingers unnaturally. He paused, as if he didn't want to say the following words, "...I have them on my fingers too."

——The result is easy to infer, isn't it?

Chris understood what Evan had omitted. They sat in the dark, and the only light source came from the gap beside them.

"...is this the first time we've met?" Chris asked suddenly.

Evan didn't seem to understand what he meant, "Yes." His expression was obvious. If it wasn't for this accident, his life and Chris's life should not have any intersection.

"But, he was calling my name just now."

"When you are active, I mean, is your so-called soul awake?"

Evan didn't speak, he was strangely silent since Carlton appeared.

Chris looked at Evan, because the light here was very dim, and there was only that pitiful light source from the first floor, so he couldn't see Evan's expression clearly, half of the other side's face was almost completely hidden in the In the dark, it made him look like he was wearing half a mask.

In the silent space, there was only the sound of two people breathing.

After counting silently for 50 seconds, Evan finally sighed.

He turned the half of his face hidden in the darkness, and turned to Chris, his face no longer had the indifference before, instead, his expression was a bit distressed, "Actually... I don't know."

Chris frowned, and he looked at Evan suspiciously, suspecting that the other party was lying.

"There's no point in lying at this point." Evan said, "...I've consulted with my psychologist, but I want to say, this is shit, because Carlton, not my personality, he is a strange soul .”

"They analyzed the most basic situation, but what I should look for should be a psychic or an exorcist." Evan's expression was a bit distressed, "I'm sure, Carlton and my doctor had four exchanges .”

"In the later communication with my doctor, I learned that Carlton was a 35-year-old man who died of suicide. As for the cause of suicide... this may be the key, and Carlton didn't explain it."

"He's very good at hiding himself, and the doctors couldn't find any useful information, so I don't know if he was sleeping or—watching me when I was active."

When Evan said the last sentence, he got closer to Chris again.

His voice was so soft that Chris had to lean very close to hear the last few words.

When he really heard it clearly, Chris subconsciously glanced at Evan's eyes.

——Those were eyes that were somewhat closer to blue-gray, not light brown as he had seen before.

"Will he come out again?" Chris averted his gaze.

"I do not know."

"I'm sorry Chris, but I can't control him, he's a beast that lives in me."