Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 67: Dream of Golden Apple

Zuojiang stayed in my house, in the room Sakuya used to live in, which is my bedroom.

　　 There is still the breath of Sakiya in the room. Her clothes and toys are kept in their original positions. Even after Sakiya ran away from home, I didn't change it because of a certain emotional drive. Whenever I enter the room, I think that maybe one day when I come home from school, Sakiya will suddenly appear at the door, smiling while putting the soup casserole on the dinner table.

　　 "I'm back? Today's food is not light food bought in the supermarket." A similar phantom sound seemed to linger in my ears.

　　 However, if you keep the room as it was when Sakiya left, for Zuojiang who lives in, it may be more than a problem. Sakuya is an important person, as is Zuo Jiang, and the two exist without distinction.

　　 Unfortunately, this house is larger than the average house, but for the girls who boarded in one after another, it seemed stretched.

　　 The parents’ bedroom cannot be moved, and guests cannot be allowed to live in the study. I can't help feeling very distressed.

　　"It’s okay, I’ll use this room. Sakiya’s things won’t move." Zuojiang smiled understandingly, "It’s been a long time since I saw such a cute room. She is really a young and lovely girl. It’s really nostalgic."

　　 is nostalgic? What she said made me wonder, what is the situation where Zuojiang is now? Zhen Jiang is the critically ill number of the mental hospital, and Zuo Jiang, who is one mind with her, of course also lives in the mental hospital. How do they view the environment around them?

　　Nevertheless, whether Fujiang or Zuojiang, unless they knew that they were the product of split personality, they would not be able to see the slightest mental patient, let alone the so-called "seriously ill" in the wanted order.

　　 is the same when Zuojiang voluntarily admits that he is a split personality. As far as I know, the pathological manifestations of split personality are usually trance, depression, and sluggishness. They are very sensitive to light and sound, and have slight self-harm and world-weariness. However, these manifestations are almost invisible in this woman.

　　A mentally ill person capable of self-awareness? And still a master of psychology?

　　 There is a heresy against common sense.

　　 is really hard to make people feel realistic.

　　 But, it seems to be the case.

　　"When did Zuojiang split his personality?" I asked, leaning on the door.

　　 "When is it? I can't remember, but I was born when I was about seven years old."

　　 I didn't ask her why she appeared. Judging from her external temperament, she probably longed for emotions such as maternal love.

　　 However, her answer prompts a very important message-Zuo Jiang is not his personality.

　　"Zuojiang, who is your body? Fujiang?"

　　 "It's Mae." She said lightly: "Tomie was born when entering the doomsday illusion. She is the youngest sister."

　　 I am not familiar with Zhenjiang. The only time I saw her was on the wanted notice that was plastered in various residential areas. The first impression is of a sharp and dangerous person, but whether this feeling is all about her or one of her aspects is still undecided. It is also unclear whether he can accept the existence of Zhenjiang.

　　 But since Mae is the main body, I will meet one day sooner or later.

　　 It must be a lie to say that there is no anxiety at all, but the anxiety does not come from fear and unrecognition, but from being overwhelmed by the unknown side of those close to you.

　　 Therefore, I just whispered "Oh".

　　 Zuojiang took the axe out of his travel bag and put it on the bedside table where he could reach with his hand. She also carefully re-arranged the things that weren't her in the room. After she took care of it, the room where the girly breath was left suddenly exudes an inorganic and orderly atmosphere.

　　 clearly has many decorations, but it reminds me of the term "monotonous".

　　 seems to have changed words such as "prison" and "hospital" into entities.

　　From this point alone, the previous questions can be answered.

　　They have been living in this environment for a long time, so that they have formed a habit, and it is hard to return.

　　Although I know it is meaningless, I still can’t help but feel that as a human being, how can I endure this kind of room for a long time?

　　 Zuojiang stretched his waist with satisfaction. The light sling dress seemed to be broken by his mature posture, creating an illusion of translucency. In fact, through the light of the incandescent lamp, I can slightly see the outline of the underwear, and I can't help turning away my eyes blushing.

　　 "What are you thinking about with your head down?" Zuo Jiang's voice came, followed by a clear laugh, "Hasn't A Chuan already seen this body? At the time of Doomsday Fantasy."

　　 "I don't have such a memory!"

　　 "Then let me remind you for free, Fu Jiang said you can touch it whatever you want."

　　 "Wow, who is rare."

　　"How about taking a bath together?" Zuo Jiang unexpectedly suggested, "For boys his age, it is a rare experience, right? You can boast with other boys."

　　 I really wanted to agree very much, but I couldn't say how to say it. I felt so ashamed that I could only look at Zuo Jiang in embarrassment. Zuo Jiang covered his mouth with the back of his hand, and uttered a light puff.

　　 I almost want to dig a hole.

　　 Just when I turned around to escape, Zuo Jiang briskly walked up to take my arm. Her body clung to it, the undulating curve, soft touch, and instantly penetrated the clothes and spread on the skin, feeling like an electric shock.

　　 "Let’s go, I don’t know how to use Achuan’s bathroom yet, you have to explain it to me." Zuo Jiang’s breath in his ear, like the sight of a goggle, makes me The limbs became stiff like lack of lubricating oil.

　　 is actually the bathroom of ordinary people. Where do I need to explain? But this kind of remark will never be said.

　　 Zuojiang dragged me into the bathroom halfway, and praised the beauty of the bathroom with exaggerated words, while pretending to be a newcomer who can't even turn on the faucet. I let her fiddle with me like a piece of wood, and in a blink of an eye she was stripped of my clothes.

　　 Zuojiang threw my undressed clothes far away, and when I reacted, only a liberating voice circulated in my head.

　　, I can’t run away.

　　 While I was stunned, Zuo Jiang suddenly turned on the faucet, and the lukewarm water line from the nozzle caught me unprepared. I wiped off the water stains on my face, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the suspender dress on her slipping under her feet, revealing the eye-catching curve.

　　The healthy skin color is slightly rosy, it seems to be coated with honey, and the color is as smooth as dripping water.

　　The dark purple silk underwear that is biased towards black is obviously very large, but it still seems to be unable to restrain the flesh color of the peaks, and it becomes translucent after being splashed by the water from the nozzle.

　　 I suddenly felt that my body became hot, and the rush of blood rushed to my head, violently impacting the pouring channel, and the lower part of the body became embarrassed, and I had to press it with a towel.

　　 I want to turn my head, but my neck is stiff, stiff in that direction.

　　 Zuojiang didn’t care about the scorching eyes of the boy on the side, took off her underwear with her hands, and her chest throbbed like a hard squeeze~IndoMTL.com~ She gently lifted the short hair behind her head, and walked to me with a towel. Around.

　　 "A Chuan, I will wash you first, and then you will wash me." She didn't laugh at me at all, but returned to the usual gentle and virtuous voice, which gradually eased my beating heart .

　　 "I, I will do it myself..."

　　 Before I could finish speaking, Zuo Jiang had already pressed my shoulder and turned. Turning my back to her, I couldn't see the mature body and her expression at all, and I immediately felt relieved.

　　 Her movements brought up sounds of different rhythms, which turned into concrete images in my mind. The water from the sprinkler gradually stopped, and the cold shampoo poured on my hair, and my slender fingers were inserted through the hair again and again.

　　 Gentle, meticulous, and comfortable enough to make you want to fall asleep.

　　The skin that I touched from time to time gave a strange touch.

　　 I don’t know if it is the scent of shampoo or Zuojiang's body, which is confused in the air.

　　 A soft humming sound came from my ear.

　　"The first word is dream,

　　 from a deep sleep,

　　 quietly brought out my inner secrets.

　　 The second word is wind,

　　 let me swing my wings and fly to the arms of God,

　　Counting the sad past that has disappeared,

　　Golden apple, another one fell off.

　　 The third word is hope,

　　 I woke up in the cold night,

　　 Does anyone remember my name?

　　Who is waiting when and where?

　　 Until the body rots, the distant future..."

　　 unknown song, but it has the peace and warmth that penetrates the heart.

　　 As if returning to my mother's sex, being wrapped peacefully, I closed my eyes.