Chapter 1293 – Taking Down Huang Song, Unifying Dongqing (35)
Multiple personalities—some patients are harmless, while others possess overwhelming aggression and hostility.
She once undertook a mission to capture a target with thirty-six distinct personalities.
Thirty-six personalities, each with a strong anti-social tendency for violence, committing serial offenses that greatly impacted society!
The higher-ups had issued multiple orders for pursuit, but Jiang Pengji’s previous genetic warriors had all perished in the endeavor, falling victim to counterattacks instead.
That guy was also from the genetic warrior training camp, a standout in his cohort, with formidable combat prowess and high danger levels.
Each of the thirty-six personalities was a master at deception, with disguises so seamless that many genetic warriors never figured out how they met their end. After losing several comrades, the task ultimately fell to Jiang Pengji, who almost got tricked herself.
Of course, Jiang Pengji returned alive, successfully pinning down that multi-personality anomaly, but ended up confined to the military hospital for an extended stay.
“Further deterioration?” Yang Si asked curiously, “What does that mean?”
Jiang Pengji grinned, “For example, one day he might go completely bonkers, waking up claiming to be ‘Yang Si’.”
Yang Si shuddered.
Is scaring him supposed to be entertaining?
He instinctively glanced over at Nong Qin, only to find the cold-hearted woman staring back at him skeptically.
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Life was becoming unbearable!
If someone else stole his woman, he would certainly take them down, but alas, the one doing the stealing was his lord, and worse yet, a woman! He felt so wronged he couldn’t even speak.
“What kind of deterioration is that? Am I supposed to separate from my soul and inhabit his body?” Yang Si grumbled, pouting.
“Zixiao said it himself, the supernatural is not to be trusted,” Jiang Pengji explained. “In such a fit of madness, he becomes another person of his own imagination. For example, ‘Hua Yuan’s elder brother’—he’s a product of Hua Yuan’s repression and subconscious resistance.”
With that explanation, Yang Si found it both novel and amusing, seeming much easier to accept than the idea of a deceased brother’s spirit possessing someone.
Yang Si said, “So Lord’s meaning is—over time, Hua Yuan might envision himself as other people?”
Jiang Pengji nodded, “Mhm.”
After all, in ancient times, there were no targeted treatments or medical conditions that could effectively address Hua Yuan’s dual personality.
Little did she know, Jiang Pengji’s words would ring true, as Hua Yuan subsequently developed even more personalities.
Yang Si inquired, “How does Zixiao know so much? At this rate, he might understand Hua Yuan better than Hua Yuan’s lover!”
As soon as he spoke, Jiang Pengji shot him a look.
Who even said that Wei Ci was Hua Yuan’s lover?
Her frog was simmering nicely in her own pot, slow-cooking, why would she jump into someone else’s pot?
Yang Si: “…”
Regardless, Yang Si’s remark sparked everyone’s curiosity; Wei Ci’s understanding of Hua Yuan seemed overly thorough.
Wei Ci expressionlessly brushed it off, “Just consulting the stars.”
Yang Si couldn’t help but retort, “Could that excuse be any more half-hearted?”
Wasn’t it him who just said, “The supernatural isn’t to be trusted?”
He turned and smacked his own face—Wei Zixiao, you’ve got skills!
Wei Ci countered, “I do.”
Yang Si: “…”
Han Yu shook his head at the sight; having known Wei Ci for many years, there was indeed something mystifying about him that others couldn’t grasp.
Since the lord didn’t press on, it was clear the matter was harmless, so feigning ignorance would suffice.
Meanwhile, Yang Si enjoyed seeking trouble, knowing fully well that pressing for answers would yield nothing, yet he doggedly pursued.
Jiang Pengji feigned exhaustion and dismissed everyone, but as Wei Ci exited the tent, Yang Si caught up with him.
He mischievously said, “Zixiao, why don’t you write a novel about Hua Yuan under the name of Zai Chi Ju Shi? It’d certainly be a sensation!”
Wei Ci replied, “Are you trying to give him a heart attack?”
How delightfully wicked!
Yang Si said, “After hearing this bizarre tale, I’m left itching for more. It just doesn’t feel complete.”
After reading one intriguing story, one always wants to find others of the same type to satisfy that craving.
Wei Ci flatly refused.
Regardless, he had once worked alongside Hua Yuan; bullying an old colleague would be rather despicable.
Having simply washed up and about to rest, a figure stealthily slipped in. Squinting, he realized it was none other than the lord.
“Lord, what brings you here—”
With her exceptional skills, the lord often liked to sneak into his quarters at night.
Jiang Pengji, with a hint of jealousy, asked, “About Hua Yuan, were you quite familiar with him before?”
No lover should be that familiar!
Wei Ci’s expression shifted slightly, unnaturally replying, “After all, we have worked together before.”
Jiang Pengji leaned on him, “Zixiao, it makes me sad that you’ve been keeping secrets! Was there truly nothing between you and Hua Yuan?”
Wei Ci forced a smile, “Both of us are men; a gentleman’s friendship is as light as water. Our feelings are completely different from what you and I share.”
Although not well-versed in romantic flattery, Wei Ci certainly knew how to stroke her ego.
He hadn’t meant to hide anything; it was just a matter too complicated to explain to outsiders, especially to her.
“If you sincerely want to know, what harm is there in telling?” Wei Ci said. “I treated him as a close friend; he didn’t see it that way. Hua Yuan’s madness worsened, and one day, he claimed to be Hua Yuan’s deceased wife. This woman was promiscuous, fond of young and handsome scholars. I was at a prime age at the time and decent-looking, so she constantly harassed me, refusing to back off no matter how many times I resisted. I was quite troubled.”
Facing workplace harassment, Wei Ci firmly chose to say “no.”
Hua Yuan might’ve been handsome, but dressed in garish women’s clothing and caked with dreadful makeup, even a ghost would gag.
It was precisely because of this incident that Wei Ci started investigating Hua Yuan’s past. One day, his first persona, Hua Yuan, emerged, and Wei Ci managed to extract numerous insider secrets through various means. He pieced the scattered information into a comprehensive report—
If he could’ve, Wei Ci wouldn’t want to delve into Hua Yuan so deeply; this person was truly bizarre and mysterious.
Jiang Pengji exclaimed, “How utterly shameless!”
“That was all in the past; let’s not dwell on it.” Wei Ci sighed, “At the end of the day, he’s just a pitiable person.”
After Hua Yuan split into a “brother” and “deceased wife,” he also fragmented into representations of his deceased parents and the husband of his cheating wife…
What a fine strategist, driven mad!
Every time he thought about it, Wei Ci couldn’t help but lament.
“If he had a normal temperament, he would surely have a place in this chaotic world, but alas—”
Wei Ci shook his head regretfully; Hua Yuan met a rather tragic end in his past life, a fate too painful to witness.
“This person is scheming against you, harassing you?” Jiang Pengji asked, “And you still have sympathy for him?”
“After all, we’ve shared our experiences,” Wei Ci replied.
Jiang Pengji said, “Speaking of which—I seem to have been scheming against and harassing Zixiao too? Do you loathe me for it?”
Wei Ci chuckled, “Isn’t that a little romantic playfulness between lovers? I gladly accept it.”
