Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 406 Personality Dilemma

   "Wan Sheng?"

  The voice of the Taoist leader is a little vain.

   Xiaolan moved Qin Yin's hand and kept showing her eyes.

  Fortunately, the boy's eyes have focused on the Taoist chief.

"not me……"

  The boy shook his head, his pupils filled with tears for a moment.

  The road leader went around the corpse on the ground and squatted before the boy.

  "Are you Zhao Wansheng?"

  The tears in the boy's eyes rolled down. He raised his eyes to look at the group of people standing behind the Taoist chief, and then tremblingly put his head back into his arms.

   Although Jasmine’s face was very bad, her voice had calmed down, "Who is he?"

  "I don't know..." A grieving choke sounded from the boy's small body, "He suddenly... suddenly appeared at home and entered my room. I was scared..."

  The idiot exited the room and took a look at the furniture in the living room. He didn't notice just now, but now, there are signs of rummaging.

   "It should be a burglar." The fool nodded at the Taoist chief.

   "Then, what happened?" Dao said in a gentle voice, "Wan Sheng, don't be afraid, tell us."

  Wansheng suddenly stopped talking.

   "Wan Sheng?" Jasmine stretched out her hand.

  When Jasmine’s hand was still a few centimeters away from Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng raised her head abruptly, and the eyes in her black eyes were completely different from just now.

   "I am not Wansheng," Wansheng said every word, "I am Zhao Baihuan."

   "Zhao Baihuan?"

  Luo Jiutian pulled Jasmine's arm from behind, and Jasmine stopped sharply.

  It is Zhao Baihuan's manic personality that occupies Wansheng's body now.

   "Then can you tell us what happened?" Dao Chang's face remained unchanged.

  Wansheng sneered, "Huh, don’t you see it? Wansheng killed someone. My good brother, Zhao Wansheng, finally killed... No! No! It’s not me!"

  In the middle of what was said just now, Wan Sheng suddenly seemed to have changed himself, holding his head desperately, tears bursting into his eyes again.

   "Wan Sheng," Jasmine never missed the opportunity again, and grabbed Wan Sheng's arm, "We know it's not you, don't be afraid, calm down and tell us what happened."

Wan Sheng's chest was undulating violently. He stared at Jasmine, his cheeks and the whites of his eyes gradually turned red. Finally, as if he had reached a certain critical point, Wan Sheng let out a long sigh of relief and closed his eyes tiredly. When he opened it again, his eyes had become surprisingly calm.

   "Wan Sheng is too fragile," this time, Wan Sheng's tone was as smooth as chanting, "I will tell you."

  It should be Zhao Qianle’s depressed personality now.

"He is the one who lives upstairs," not only his tone was calm, but under the control of this personality, Wan Sheng's eyes seemed to lose its brilliance. "He climbed into our home through the ladder outside, Wan Sheng When he found him, he was rummaging in the cabinet, he found the family's money, and then he had to do bad things to Wan Sheng."

  The eyes of everyone followed his narration and saw the fire escape ladder outside the window and the wallet that had fallen in the living room.

   "Then," Wansheng showed a small weird smile, "Wansheng killed him."

  "Wan Sheng did it? Not Zhao Baihuan...or you did it?" Jasmine's outstretched arm was covered with goose bumps.

   "We can't do it," Wansheng shook his head, "Only Wansheng can, and...this is not the first time Wansheng..."

  Jasmine still retracted her arm and rubbed her other hand on her forearm.

"What does it mean?"

  In an instant, Wan Sheng's expression changed again.

  They can already tell, and now is the real life.

"I didn't...I didn't do it..." Wan Sheng clenched his loose clothes helplessly, "Although I used to...but this time I didn't do...Mine, my brother will help me, they Every time I get the dead...take away... My brother will help me..."

Each?

  They finally knew what Zhao Baihuan was hiding.

  This ten thousand lives is not an angel.

  He is a demon, but only looks like an angel.

   "We will not help you," Wan Sheng's personality became Zhao Qianle again, "this time is different, you killed people, you have to pay the price, you have to pay for your life."

   "I didn't! I didn't kill anyone! Not me!"

"Who else can you be?" Zhao Baihuan's personality jokingly said, "How many animal corpses are buried under the tree in the yard? You did it, Zhao Wansheng, it's all you." ..."

   "But it really wasn't me this time! Not me!..."

  Everyone looked at Wansheng as if they were playing face-changing. They talked with themselves. As bystanders, they learned more and more information.

   "This is really a problem," the fool leaned against the wall. "The patient with multiple personalities has committed a crime, and all three personalities have denied that they did it by themselves. Who is that? Is there a fourth person in the Ten Thousand Life that is not good enough?"

   "It shouldn't be," Baomu said, pinching his nose, "Wansheng's two personalities have a cause, how can there be one more for no reason?"

   "Then someone is lying," Qin Yin said meaningfully, "Oh no, someone is lying."

   Xiaolan also learned from Qin Yin and the fool put up his chin, and looked at Wan Sheng who had been talking to herself for a long time.

   "No, which lie is important?" Jasmine turned her head, "It must be Wan Sheng who did it, isn't it just..."

  "It's not me! It's really not me this time! It's not me!..."

   "Okay, okay, it's not you," Jasmine said perfunctorily, then turned around, "The key is that we need to know what his regrets are, what he needs us to do, do you forget that we have to go out."

  Everyone really remembered their mission.

  Luo Jiutian went straight in and pointed at Wanshengdao, "Little brother, no matter which one you are now, you know, we are here to help you, so you..."

  Wansheng suddenly raised his right hand and interrupted Luo Jiutian.

  At the same time, Baomu's ears also stood up.

   "They are coming back," it should be Zhao Qianle's personality at this time, "Hide yourself."

   "Hide? Where to hide? We have eight people."

  But Wan Sheng ignored them again. Wan Sheng’s personality returned to him. He sobbed and stood up and rushed outside the door. Everyone also heard the sound of footsteps and dialogue from outside the porch.

  They are back.

   "Do you want to hide?"

  "Here!" Xiaolan opened a little curtain, and sure enough, outside the curtain is a small balcony, barely able to stand on their group, "Quick!..."

  The sound of keys, the sound of opening doors.

  Daochang was the last one to get into the balcony, and Xiaolan immediately closed the thick blackout curtains.

   "Brother!"

   "Wansheng, we're back, what's the matter, so crying...what's the smell in the room? Qianle, go in and see."

  Trotting sound.

  Squeak! ——

   "Brother!"

   "What's wrong?...Gosh! This...this is..."

  "Wansheng! What did you do?!"

  (End of this chapter)