Restricted Doomsday Syndrome

"Hey, Achuan." The person greeted intimately.

Her voice is very clear, reminiscent of the sunny sky.

Looks like a college student, but also like a social person, is in the transition between the two, full of ambiguous age.

Wearing a plain sleeveless suspender dress, exposing rounded shoulders and elegant clavicle, the skin is smooth and elastic, and the whole body exudes youthful and healthy vitality. Because the texture of the fabric is light and thin, it is clung to the body as soon as it is blown by the night wind, and it outlines the plump and toned silhouette.

Carried a long tube-shaped travel bag on one shoulder.

Under the red straw hat, she couldn't see her face clearly, but she must be a beauty.

In my memory, I don't know such mature and elegant women.

"Why don't you speak?" She chuckled, "Yes, because you have no memory, but should you have read that diary?"

With such a reminder from her, I immediately remembered it, and could not help but make an ah sound.

"... Fujiang?" I tried to ask.

"No." She unexpectedly and categorically denied, "It's more troublesome to explain, but you should treat me as her sister."

Sister? I was confused and speechless.

The comer took off the red straw hat, and the refreshing short hair was touched by the night wind. It had the same beauty and the same cool appearance as the records in the diary, but the difference was a calm and elegant temperament. Contrary to the energetic sports beauty, it is more like a virtuous housewife.

This appearance makes me feel familiar, it seems that I have seen it.

Seems to be a wanted criminal posted on the bulletin board of the community

Is it called Zhenjiang?

"My name is Zuo Jiang, meet for the first time, Achuan." She introduced herself.

Turned out to be Zuo Jiang. But she did feel different from the portrait in the wanted order.

Is really a different person?

Fujiang, Zhenjiang, Zuojiang ... what is going on?

"Ah ... ah, hello, hello." I stammered back.

"The bird you are holding is a crow?" Her eyes fell in my arms.

"Ah, um, yes, it's called quark."

Talking about quark, I just noticed that its breathing has stabilized and it seems to be saved.

"Injured?" Zuo Jiang's eyes turned from quark to me. Although the dark color of the school uniform covered up the blood stains at night, no one pointed on the road, but the cut school uniform was still conspicuous when close.

"Hmm ..." I was silent. Although the woman named Zuo Jiang gave me a familiar and reassuring feeling, it felt like rootless duckweed, erratic.

For a time, I didn't know what expression to face her.

Zuo Jiang looked at me with a smile.

For a while.

"It seems that a lot of things have happened. Let's sit down and talk." She said this, took my hand, and took me to the bench in the shade of the tree.

Zuo Jiang took off his shoulder bag, put a red straw hat on his thigh, and sat next to me. The mature and intelligent femininity made me a little restrained, but she didn't seem to care.

"Did you fight with someone?" Her voice was clear and gentle, and it was clearly not a blame, but people couldn't help feeling frustrated.

I nodded.

Zuo Jiang turned around and slid his finger gently across the cut-off place on the school uniform, as if feeling the pain of the injured at that time, and then held me tightly in his arms. Her arms could not express the power, and her warm heart exuded a faint scent like carnations.

I can't help but tell all the experiences from these days, just like pouring beans.

"It's really hard, Achuan." Zuo Jiang said, holding my cheek and looking at my eyes tenderly.

"I am not always a hero?"

I wanted to turn my head away, but Zuo Jiang vigorously stopped it.

"Maybe you can't be a hero that saves the world? But ..." She said firmly: "It must be a hero for someone."

She was so serious that I couldn't help but blush.

"Zuojiang ... Where is Fujiang?"

Zuo Jiang blinked and let my head lie down on her thigh. She stroked my hair and didn't speak for a long time.

"Fujiang, right here."

"what?"

"Because the memory operation is too tired, I have fallen asleep."

"what?"

"Because of some small tricks, I have not lost the memory of the illusion of the end."

"what?"

"Zuo Jiang has all the memories of Fu Jiang." She lowered her head and stared at my eyes as if she was begging for something, "Do you have to Fu Jiang? Can't Zuo Jiang? Achuan don't you like Zuo Jiang?"

"No ... no, it's not!" I was excited to sit up, but was firmly held by Zuo Jiang. "I, I like Zuo Jiang very much, but ... I'm also worried about Fu Jiang. Come to me, but then there is no wind. "

"No way, whether it is a memory operation or breaking through the blockade line, it is a very tiring job."

"What are you talking about? Zuo Jiang, I don't understand at all."

"Think about it, Achuan, you're a top student." Zuo Jiang tapped her finger gently on my lips and smiled, "If you guessed right, I will give you a kiss."

Because of the embarrassment, my ears can't help but get warm. Probably the self-esteem is at work. Although I don't want to act like I want this reward, but I don't want to give up.

Feeling the elasticity of the thigh against the cheek, I began to calm down and think about Zuo Jiang's riddle.

Zuojiang is not Fujiang, it exists like a sister.

Zuojiang is here, and Fujiang is also here.

Fujiang preserved the memory of the illusion of doomsday by manipulating the memory.

Zuo Jiang has all the memories of Fu Jiang.

and so……

"Zuo Jiang and Fu Jiang are the same person?"

"Yes."

"Zuo Jiang and Fu Jiang are different personalities?"

"Yes."

"So is Zhenjiang?"

"correct answer."

I was also amazed by my inference, and my vision was completely occupied by Zuo Jiang's inexplicably elegant smile. Her face zoomed in quickly, and a soft touch came from my lips, which lasted for about three seconds before Zuo Jiang straightened up.

"This is a reward for top student Achuan." Zuo Jiang said with a smile: "To break through that mental hospital, even Zhenjiang spent a lot of time. However, as long as you can be with Achuan, no amount of effort It's also worth it. "

Zuo Jiang's voice seemed to come from a far away place, and it was the wanted warrant that had seen most of the thinking circuit.

Zhenjiang is a serious illness number in the suburban mental hospital, and has a criminal record.

But the description of Fu Jiang in his diary is a graduate student of psychology who likes fighting skills and has played black market boxing.

Zuo Jiang, who is in front of him, is a mature and gentle big sister with the temperament of a good wife and a good mother.

Which one is the truth? Which is a lie?

Or is it all the truth? Are all lies?

"What's the matter? Achuan ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ A look of ghosts."

"Ah, no, no." I paused and asked, "Can I believe you? Zuo Jiang."

"Of course, if Achuan doesn't even believe us, who else can I trust?" Zuo Jiang said frankly.

So, my eyes fell on the long tube-shaped travel bag resting on the side.

"You brought the axe?"

"Well, without it, many things are inconvenient."

"Have you been to the park the other day?"

"Yes."

So the murder scene will be the scene. I couldn't help staring at her eyes.

"Have you seen Sakuya there?"

"Yeah, it's a pretty girl. It's like the white lily about to wither, and the pitiful expression can't help but want to bully."

"Did Sakuya kill Morino?"

"Probably, obviously, the two are good friends who care about each other. It's so pitiful ... the two men turned against each other for Achuan." The guy who is holding flowers. "

"What the **** is going on?" I can't wait to ask: "How did Sakuya kill Morino?"

"Is it important?"

"Very important, Zuo Jiang, please tell me the details!"

Zuo Jiang sighed.

"Accurately, the shadow of Sakuya killed Morino. She probably wasn't intentional, but she had a strange ability that could not be controlled when she was excited. That was quite a powerful force, and Zhenjiang couldn't overcome it. "

Yeah, because, that's a demon.