Ten minutes ago, the sound of Du Hui, who was peeled off the back of the skin by No. 2.

Is he not dead?No one survives after that.

I slapped my scalp and turned stiffly to look with the people.

Du Hui, who had been lying on the ground before, really lived, only to see him sitting up, sitting on his own beach of blood, twisting his neck, rubing his arms, and asking us, "Oh, why are you going?"What's wrong with me, it hurts all over."

As he stood up, he found that his trousers were wet, his upper body was not dressed, and the dilapidated T-shirt was thrown on the ground not far away.

Du Hui touched his ass, touched the blood of his hands, and asked in surprise: "What is the matter?Have you caught number 2?Kill him, it's his blood, he's going to bleed, I'm so damn, so much more."

Du Hui mestabbed a few feet, and the blood footprints were everywhere.

When we look at him, no one knows how to answer him, and even if we say it, does he believe?

Who wants to believe that they are dead and alive?

Du Hui did not find us mouthless, he turned around on the sofa casually pulled a dirty clothes to put on, smiled at us and said: "What a shame, just what happened, I really don't remember."But I thank you for helping me clean him up, and I'm excited to think that I can live a normal life."He rubbed his hands, and all the blood on his hands, frowned and said, "Oh, wait a minute, I'll change my pants and wash it."

The old Daoist finally couldn't help but step up: "Don't move, put your hand out."

“Why?”Du Hui, although confused, still handed him his hand.

The old Dao chief did not speak, and he gave him the number, and turned to look at us with surprise, nod and motioned that he was really alive, and he was no different from normal people.

“What’s wrong with me?”Dude was only aware of the question at this time.

Little Bai said, “Have you ever fainted and woke up before?”

Du Hui grabbed his head and said, "I have to think about this."I thought for a moment and shook my head, "No."

Whether it was, when we thought that No. 2 was in his body, there was a sudden more figure on the other side of the window, No. 2, he appeared again, and looked at us with a white tooth and a smile of joy.

“Why is he still here?”Du Hui looked at us with panicked eyes and saw that No. 2 was still there, and suddenly he was so frightened that he hid behind us.

This action, this scene is so familiar, just before, hiding behind us Du Hui, or was killed by the No. 2.

I quickly turned to him and asked, “Duhui, what happened to the scars on your back?”

Du Hui was hiding from her head, and at this time he paused: "Where am I scarred?"

Unless he pretends to be stupid, with such a large trauma on his back, even if he does not remember how it happened, in his daily life, it is like bathing and so on, and he has not been found?

Little white fire: "When are you not telling the truth, forget it, we don't bother to take care of your ass, let's go, the address is not."

Du Hui grabbed his arm in a fright: "Don't go, help me."

In the kitchen on the other end, there was a clatter of voices, and No. 2 was sharpening its knife again.

Little Bai said, "Then you have to tell the truth."

"I..." Du Hui put his head off, let go of the little white arm, and muttered, "Actually, I was a conjoined baby when I was a child."

“The back-to-back?”

Du Hui nodded, "Yes, I have a baby boy on my back, and I heard my mother say that she looks exactly like me."

I said, “Did you have separation surgery?”

Du Hui: "Yes, my mother was trying to do separation surgery for us at that time, but the operation is risky, and the operation is expensive, we are just an ordinary family, can not afford."So we haven't had surgery, so we've been living together until we're 10 years old."

We were all surprised that the two boys were already in charge until they were ten years old.

The old Daoist scolded, "Hurry up, the No. 2 knife is ready to be sharpened, his knife is used to deal with you, you must say the point, otherwise we can't help you."

Du Hui was full of panic and hurriedly said: "We are connected to the age of ten, I have never seen him look like, my mother does not let us look in the mirror, she said, it is not my brother, just a character on my body, also said that it is a devil, born laughing, will not cry."So it took me ten years to learn a lot of medical books, and she had to do separation surgery for us on her own.”

Is it possible for an ordinary housewife to have separation surgery for his conjoined son?It was like listening to the night, but in fact, she had succeeded, otherwise what was the scar on Du Hui and his back on the back?

“So your mother had an separation operation for you, and then another brother died without success?”Little white asked.

“No, it was he who died and did the separation operation, because for ten years my mother had been keeping us out, and she hoped that when I stepped out of the door, I was a healthy child, not a monster with a belonging on my back, so she asked me to kill him, strangle him with a rope, and then take him off my back by separation surgery.”At this point, Du Hui seemed to be much calmer, as if he were telling the story of another person.

The truth of the matter is that the other Du Hui is his brother who has been in a joint since childhood.

But if so, he should be just a spirit, should be afraid of us, but why the No. 2 for our existence, so indifferent to fear?

The sharpening knife in the kitchen suddenly stopped, and No. 2 came out again with a kitchen knife.

He looked at Du Hui, a murky smile, Du Hui was scared step by step back: "I don't mean to kill you, I also listened to my mother's words, you have to hate her, it's none of my business."

No. 2 laughed even more, and his mouth opened very big.

“What now?”I look at the old Dao chief, let the No. 2 kill Du Hui again?

The old man shook his head, unable to say, "We can't help him."

Zhao Qin, who has been silent, replied: "Yes, we can't help him, No. 2 is not a spirit, nor is it Du Hui's brother, but he himself, is his own mind released by the devil."

The concept was shocking, and I didn’t expect to see something imagined in someone else’s mind.That is to say, Du Hui does not need us, he needs to be a psychiatrist, if, he can survive until tomorrow.

The scene that had just happened was playing out, listening to the screams that sounded behind me, and I could not imagine why the mother had made such a choice, why she had classified her two children, one as an angel, and one as a demon.

Does she know that her original decision brought Du Hui is the deepest psychological trauma, which may follow him for a lifetime, and perhaps he will not be able to see the sun of tomorrow.

Because in the depths of Du Hui's psychology, he always felt that the person he strangled was himself.

I imagined that when the ten-year-old Duhui streak died on his own back, in the course of his struggle, he inadvertently lifted the black cloth that his mother had covered in the mirror, so he saw the frightened, helpless face on his back, and his own.