My doppelganger drama

"..."

She lowered her voice and tried to describe the horror to the two people who were listening. Unfortunately, after she finished her story, there was a long silence and the eye contact between Wan Yi and Shi Qi made her a little embarrassed.

Wan Yi cast a questioning look at Xixi, wanting to ask her what she had to say about this.

Chromatogram also looked back, saying that he still didn't know anything.

But if anything, her description of the score was a bit surprising.

The subtle discomfort lies in the fact that what Chromatogram hopes to do now seems to be completely contrary to the past self mentioned in Music Score.

"Say something..." Music Score said complainingly when he didn't get a satisfactory response.

"No, I think you made a good point." Wan Yi smiled.

The score feels like he's perfunctory.

However, after Wan Yi tapped the cup with his fingers, he still asked: "Speaking of which, as the shrunken body of chromatography, I can't remember much now. Why do you still remember so much? Oh, so does the heart spectrum. She also remembers it. There are a lot of them, but they don’t seem to have such a big reaction.”

The music score had a complicated expression: "I was one of the personalities who was almost executed. I didn't want to die, and I didn't want to die with her. Even my ability should have been of no use to her, but she had no intention of listening at all at that time. Our voices are up."

"Xinpu, whether she wants it or not, with her ability, she will definitely not be let go."

"In other words, you were a survivor when she ruled by personality? You can be considered the beloved general of Xinpu. If you don't express your dissatisfaction, you will not suffer any disaster?"

The music score nodded with difficulty, as if she had experienced something terrible. When she recalled it, her expression could not help but reveal uncontrollable fear.

Wan Yi is so close here and feels just right.

The chromatogram sounded even weirder. She really couldn't imagine that she would be so sick. It scared her so much that she still had psychological shadow after tens of thousands of years.

Other personalities in my mind are also having related discussions.

Huang Pu: "That said, it seems that I did have a little impression."

Spectrum: "Hmm, I seem to have remembered it, you are really crazy!"

Spectrum: "Spectrum, you better really remember it."

Hua Pu: "She...means well...don't misunderstand her..."

Chromatogram: "..."

After being silent, she first mentioned to Wan Yi the main purpose of her visit: "Where's the mask?"

"Huh? Oh, I almost forgot if you didn't tell me, here." Wan Yi was stunned for a moment before he remembered that this meeting seemed to be about letting the mask go.

So he reached into the shadow world under the table and pulled out an onion.

This onion is smooth and plump, exuding just the right fragrance. We already know that it must be the best among onions.

"Wow! It's finally out! I'm free! I'm free! Freedom!" Then under the dull gaze of the color spectrum and the musical score, the onion grew small, elastic, spherical limbs, like in a cartoon The same came out, stood up, and made a masking sound.

His mood was agitated, and it could be seen that his face looked really happy at this moment.

After spending several years in jail, being watched and suppressed by a group of Wan Yi, receiving endless infusion of junk information, and spending most of the time in a state of half-dead thinking, I relied on my own mental immortality to survive until now, and finally got through it!

Wan Yi calmly took a sip of coffee.

The corners of Chromatogram's mouth twitched, with an unexpected feeling.

She was still in a daze, not knowing what to say.

"What's wrong? This is your beloved sister." Wan Yi gestured to the onion on the table and said.

"What the hell is this an onion!" A person who is as cultivated as a musical score cannot accept it all at once when he is first shocked.

"This is a mask."

"but……"

"This is the mask."

"..." Well, it's not difficult to find out after careful sensing that this is really a facial mask!

"How did you do it?" Chromatogram turned around and asked.

"I have a professional vegetable farmer, and the dishes he grows have an irresistible charm. For example, a little guy who always likes to give hints to others and convert others can forever be sealed with onions that cannot radiate power." Wan Yi said solemnly. .

This is a noodle onion cultivated under the hint of noodle after the sand dunes were drained for several million years.

Mask is really powerful. Beings with certain intelligence can be hinted by her and then transformed.

Many of the plants grown in the dunes didn't last long and turned into "mask figurines", which were then chopped into pieces for Mr. Mask to add to his dishes.

But in the end, it was Dune's ultimate performance with Wan Yi's support that won the victory, cultivating a perfect mask onion, which can accept the cues of the mask, but will only undergo a very small transformation.

For example, growing those cute limbs.

This is the limit, and after the mask transfers the spirit in, she cannot use the body of this onion to send out suggestions.

Seeing how lively she was, Wan Yidu had the idea of ​​raising an extra onion at home.

But after all, I had already agreed to let her go free, so it was hard to go back on it.

And if he stays at home, what if he doesn't pay attention one day and Mr. Mask eats the onion?

"Hmph hum~." At this time, the onion didn't care at all what he had become.

No matter what he becomes, it's better than being a fool in Wan Yi's mind!

She even wanted to dance with her chubby body.

And chromatography is struggling mentally.

In his mind, Spectrum had no psychological burden at all, and immediately made the most naked mocking sound, almost making a donkey bray with laughter.

Huang Pu: "Pfft... Well, cough, after all, it's considered to be letting people go... letting onions go?"

Flower spectrum: "Lovely..."

Spectrum: "Am I going to stuff this onion into myself? Now? Here?"

Spectrum: "Otherwise, my dear Spectrum, do you hate onions? I quite like them. Hahahahaha!"

In fact, there is nothing to fight for, so why hasn't she integrated? She reached out with difficulty and grabbed the pasta onion.

Mianpu Onion's limbs, as short as dumplings, were still moving wildly. She was immersed in joy and didn't care about anything in the outside world. To a certain extent, she was probably crazy.

This onion is still singing the song of freedom.

Many customers in the surrounding stores looked at the dancing and singing onion with curiosity and amusement.

Just when Chromatogram's hand was about to retract, the other hand suddenly grabbed the onion.

Chromatography's eyes instantly became dangerous: "I took you in and brought you here not to let you do this kind of thing. Know your position, bitch."

There was a cold sweat on Music Score's temples, and his strength became weaker, but he still didn't let go.

Wan Yi didn't care about this and started to slowly eat the dessert he ordered.

She is indeed humble in front of Wan Yi, and she is being manipulated to death. But you must know that the initial encounter between the two was not a good one. She has a desire to control, and even though she knew Wan Yi had helped her unintentionally, she still acted in subtle ways. temptation, and even wanted to control him.

Based on what the music score says, this desire for control is probably the common characteristic that the color spectrum truly inherited from its former body.

Although it's not a good thing.

"Wait a minute, I actually have one more bargaining chip," the score said to Chroma.

"Um?"

"A method that allows you to no longer absorb the dissociated personality and get closer to the past. You are not greedy for power, but you just have doubts and confusion about your past self. This method should help you answer these, how about it?" The music score said in a deep voice. said.

She didn't know if Chromatogram was interested, but Wan Yi, who was eating dessert next to him, was interested.

Chromatogram looked at the score coldly: "Really?"

"I dare not say it fully, but according to my judgment, the success rate is very high. Just try it. If you fail, I will not stop you, and I will even give up resistance and return to you." The tone of the music score is almost pleading.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and then Qi Qi suddenly let go of his hand holding Onion.

"Ah woo~." Onion was suddenly pulled into the hand of the music score, making a weird cry, and then continued to squirm and sing.

"Then I..." Wan Yi raised his hand.

"Let's go together. If you come to witness, you will be more confident." Said Chromatography.

Music Pu looked at Wan Yi. Although his eyes were wary, he also chose to trust.

From her point of view, nothing about Wan Yi could be called reliable, but his exaggerated strength was absolutely unquestionable.

The punch that killed her was still fresh in her memory.