Dressed in oppressive black, the cross hanging from the chain presented a sharp arc, facing Song Wenchuan's eyebrows.
With a hoarse voice, he sat up on the sofa bed with his big palms slightly propped up.
This is a room with simple furnishings, and there are huge bookshelves against the wall, which are filled with all kinds of books. In addition, there is only a sofa bed and desk left.
There was a stale, log smell in the air.
Mixed with the weird atmosphere, it condenses into a picture that is close to absurdity.
"Mr. Song?"
"hypnotist?"
The two spoke in unison, and after finishing speaking, they both paused.
Their eyes met, and there were ripples in the priest's calm blue eyes.
"Presumably, you are another personality in Mr. Song's body? Mr. Song, do you still remember what happened just now?"
He speaks Chinese, and his words are correct. If you don't look at his face, people will definitely think that he is a native of China.
"Another personality?" Song Wenchuan held his forehead and smiled softly, "No, I am independent."
"Everyone with a split personality thinks so, my dear Mr. Song."
"I haven't asked your name yet."
Song Wenchuan pursed his lips, noncommittal.
"Nolan Nicholson, you can call me Nolan."
"Okay Nolan," Song Wenchuan hooked the wheelchair and moved it up by himself, "Listen, no matter what answer he wants to get from me, he can ask me in person. In addition—"
He raised his eyes, and his sharp knife-like eyes flicked across Nolan's face, "I hate being prying into my privacy, this... Holy one? My lord priest, the next time I see you again, I hope it will be under normal circumstances .”
"Oh alright-"
Nolan shrugged and turned his body sideways, "I'm sorry."
He watched as the man steered the wheelchair out of the room, smiled at the man guarding outside, and walked away.
"Hello! Achuan? Achuan?"
Xie Ziyu called out several times, but the other party didn't even look back. That icy aura of not being a stranger made him feel terrified.
Did not dare to chase out.
"What the hell is going on with him?"
Xie Ziyu frowned and looked at Nolan.
"As you can see," Nolan put the necklace back on his neck, and spread his hands, "It seems that Mr. Second Personality has a bad temper."
"Second...personality?" Xie Ziyu's voice was difficult. He wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't.
Especially when these words came from Nolan.
He has known Nolan for many years. According to him, he is already in his thirties, but from the first time Xie Ziyu met him when he was studying in Country Y until now, Nolan's appearance has never changed.
Pale and delicate.
It's like the blood race in the dark stories of the West, noble and elegant, yet weird.
After getting in touch, he found that Nolan was a very magical person, and he guarded a small church. I go to church on time every week, and rarely step out of the church except for necessary purchases.
It is said that he can hypnotize everything—
"Maybe."
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Nolan's lips, and he winked at Xie Ziyu slyly, before walking out.
"Mr. Second Personality is very interesting, I think, I would like to be friends with him."
"I go… "
Xie Ziyu scratched his hair fiercely, and turned around speechlessly.
I saw a man in his early twenties wearing a priest's attire, walking out of the room gracefully, and quickly disappeared outside the door.
"What the hell? Mr. Second Personality? Is the world crazy or am I crazy?!"