Wang Xiaoer was originally staying in his own small cabin in the backyard, but when he heard the constant sounds of intense and calm dialogues coming from the lobby, Wang Xiaoer felt puzzled in his heart, so he walked out of the room door.
As soon as he came out of the door, Wang Xiaoer immediately saw his master Zhang San who was gesturing for him to keep quiet.
It wasn't master who was talking in the lobby?
With such doubts, Wang Xiaoer quietly walked to Zhang San's side and saw the scene in the lobby as well.
After Lu Gaosheng closed the front door, only one window was left to let in light.
Then, he started a dialogue. A dialogue with himself.
This bizarre scene to the extreme stunned even Wang Xiaoer.
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Lu Gaosheng angrily shouted: “Why aren't you dead yet? Die, you waste! Didn't I strangle you to death with my own hands?”
Lu Qingming remained very calm, and said lightly: “But I'm still alive, Lu Gaosheng. Do you know why I'm still alive?”
Lu Gaosheng angrily said: “You waste, if you have something to say, say it quickly!”
Lu Qingming replied: “Do you remember when was the first time you heard my voice? Wasn't it the night you first met Ming Qing outside this calligraphy and painting store?”
Lu Gaosheng clutched his head, feeling extremely painful, and angrily said in succession: “What exactly are you trying to say!”
Lu Qingming's words gradually became mocking: “With your intelligence, haven't you figured it out yet? Or are you unwilling to admit it? I would appear, of course it’s because you are afraid, you are afraid that Bai Fang will be snatched away by others. But you know very clearly, extremely clearly, that for a villain like you with bloodstained hands and a filthy heart, even if you become a second Song YanShi one day, she still won't choose you.”
Lu Gaosheng gradually knelt down on the ground from the chair, not knowing whether it was because of Lu Qingming's words or simply because he had a headache and could not refute.
Lu Qingming's voice became more and more ghostly: “Can’t refute anymore? Weren’t you always eloquent, Lu Gaosheng? Admit it. I came back completely because you feel deep down that only by relying on me can you keep her, and even that I ‘lived’ today is also the decision made by your innermost being to let me live, to let me keep her. So die, Lu Gaosheng!”
Lu Gaosheng fell to the ground but was still struggling.
He struggled and growled.
Lu Gaosheng tried to stand up while angrily saying: “I, Lu Gaosheng, need you waste to keep her? Lu Qingming, have you gone mad!”
Lu Qingming asked rhetorically: “Then have you ever thought about it? Bai Fang has never shown affection for Ming Qing all these years, she hasn’t even talked to him for a few sentences, so why does she suddenly want to marry Ming Qing?”
Without thinking, Lu Gaosheng cursed angrily: “It’s simple! She just wants to provoke me. She wants to break ties with me! She wants to take back her father's heirloom from me!”
Raising his hand and looking at the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring, Lu Gaosheng became more and more frenzied:
“But I, Lu Gaosheng, will definitely snatch her back! There is an opportunity right now. Song YanShi, yes, Song YanShi! As long as I overthrow him! As long as I overthrow him with my own hands! They will come back! Bai Fang and Xiao Yu will come back! That’s right, that’s right!! It must be so!”
Standing up and pushing Lu Qingming away.
Perhaps because he had figured it out, his headache and chest tightness gradually diminished.
He smiled, and the arrogance, confidence and feeling that everything was under his control, which was as usual on his handsome face.
He raised his hand with slightly furrowed brows, because he felt something was wrong with his palm.
It turned out that the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring that should have been worn on his right hand was now suddenly worn on his left hand, which made Lu Gaosheng very uncomfortable. So he adjusted the position of the thumb ring.
Much better now. His smug smile grew wider.
Lu Gaosheng was back.
He pushed open the door of the calligraphy and painting shop and walked out slowly.
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However, everything that had just happened appeared extremely bizarre in the eyes of the master and apprentice of the calligraphy and painting shop.
Although it was the same voice, the tones were completely different.
Although it was the same person, the states were completely different.
And when Lu Gaosheng talked to himself, there were obviously bizarre actions.
Originally when the Lu Gaosheng who was talking put on the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring on his right hand before starting to speak.
But when the ‘Lu Qingming’ in the conversation began to speak, he would put on the white jade cloud pattern thumb ring on his left hand and then start answering.
"Mas...Master! Pos...Possession!" Wang Xiaoer stammered.
Combined with the history of deaths at this wine shop, Wang Xiaoer even began to believe that the magistrate might have been ‘possessed’ when he walked in today.
Zhang San seemed much calmer than Wang Xiaoer, and immediately gave the shivering and fearful Wang Xiaoer a punch. But Zhang San’s lowered right hand was also shaking a bit.
Zhang San scolded: “Pos...possession! We study medicine! We must believe in medicine!”
Zhang San's voice gradually became firm. As a doctor who had read countless medical books and was highly skilled in medicine, although he believed there were immortals in this world, but ghosts...
He had seen immortals before and he had also seen ghosts before.
After all, they were two different kinds of legendary existences. Just because immortals truly existed didn’t necessarily mean ghosts existed too. At most, one could say that because immortals did exist, ghosts might also exist.
Also, because of his own “ichthyophobia”, Zhang San had collected quite a few medical books on this "unorthodox" subject.
One of the books actually had similar records.
Zhang San murmured: “Dissociative identity disorder... Could it really exist?”
Wang Xiaoer was still rubbing his head, but when he heard his master’s murmur, he asked: “Master, what is dissociative identity disorder?”
Zhang San frowned and explained in the simplest terms: “It means a person has two completely different wills and minds in their body, as if there are two souls in the body, one at a time, then the other, just like Lu Gaosheng earlier.”
Wang Xiaoer was shocked. As someone who had read medical books for over a year, he had not yet read about such an extremely unorthodox illness.
In fact, Wang Xiaoer was somewhat skeptical. According to his master’s description, how was this an illness? It was clearly possession!
So Wang Xiaoer asked, “But Master, common illnesses like cold, cough, headache all have identifiable causes. For this dissociative identity disorder you mentioned...does it have a cause? If it has a cause, then it can be called an illness. If there is no cause, isn’t it just possession?”
Zhang San said, “You’re right, only those with causes can be called illnesses.”
Just like Zhang San’s ichthyophobia, the occurrences of dissociative identity disorder were indeed recorded with some causes and some unverifiable case histories in that unorthodox ancient book Zhang San had read.