This actor is full of tricks.

There was a hidden door about the size of two fists under the door of the room. As the person in front of him sat up from the bed, the hidden door was opened and an iron basin was thrown in from the outside.

The moment the iron basin was thrown in, an indescribable stench filled the entire room. From Lin Jue's perspective, he could clearly see pieces of scarlet stuff wriggling inside the basin.

To get a better look, he moved closer. The basin contained chunks of flesh and blood still bearing black veins, and each black vein seemed to hold something hidden within it.

"These blood vessels..."

Lin Jue recognized these blood vessels; he had seen them many times. The first time was on He Ping's body, and the rest were in matters related to his predecessor. However, compared to these, the blood vessels on flesh and blood seemed very small.

Without a doubt, this flesh and blood came from some strange being.

"His predecessor's diary recorded that rats provided him with smelly food, which he had to eat to survive, but eating it would make him weak and powerless. The rats were just ordinary people and obviously did not have the ability to obtain the strange things covered in blood and flesh. These things came from that dean."

"At the time, I was guessing that the dean was cultivating the predecessor in some kind of direction. Now it seems that the predecessor's vascular ability should have come from the strange meat he consumed during this period."

While Lin Jue was thinking, a hand reached through his body from behind, picked up the basin of blood and flesh, sat down at the table and wolfed it down, black blood staining the corners of his mouth and beard.

Judging from his expression, one would think the basin contained some kind of delicacies.

"The diary clearly states that the original owner strongly resisted these foods, but now he is eating them with great relish. It is obvious that the main personality is resisting them, while the alternate personality really likes them."

"It seems my guess back then was right. The director focused on cultivating the alternate personality. He had everything planned from the very beginning, from the awakening of the alternate personality to its later entry into the mental hospital... everything was part of his plan..."

Thinking of this, Lin Jue couldn't help but sigh, "What a terrifying enemy, completely on a different level from the New World."

He no longer feels as much pressure facing the new world as before, but the thought of the dean makes his pressure increase every moment.

As he sighed this, he wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that his predecessor, who was wolfing down his food, paused for a moment, as if the predecessor had sensed him.

"Hmm?" Lin Jue squinted at the person in front of him, waved his hand in front of the other person's eyes, but there was no reaction.

"You must have misread it. This is just a memory. Everything is proceeding according to the established trajectory, like watching your own memoir."

Lin Jue shook his head. He didn't think such an absurd thing could happen. The pause just now was probably because the original owner choked because he ate too fast.

When someone looks back on their past memories, can the "him" in those memories also see the real him?

This would be something impossible even in a fantasy novel.

After swallowing a bowl of bloody meat, Qian Sheng suddenly bent over and began to dry heave, repeatedly trying to gag his throat with his fingers.

"Spit it out! Spit it out!"

"Are you crazy?! This is food! Your body won't be able to handle it if you don't eat it!"

"Does that look like food? What kind of meat has black veins?"

"Isn't that food? I think it's the most delicious thing in the world!" The original body kept gagging, spitting out saliva and tears streaming down its face. He kept talking to himself, like two people with different opinions arguing.

"Don't make any noise!"

A loud banging came from the door, accompanied by the extremely impatient voice of the rat-headed man.

The room fell silent instantly. Neither of the two personalities spoke. After a long while, the former shakily got up from the floor, hugged a pillow, curled up at the head of the bed, and stared blankly into space, seemingly lost in thought.

Lin Jue sat down at his desk, and the memory raced before his eyes once again, bringing him to November 12, 2014.

This was the first time the dean had visited our home.

The stench in the room grew stronger, and the original body's condition worsened. The time the main personality was awakened began to shorten, and more often the secondary personality took over the body. Moreover, the secondary personality had shown a very violent side, smashing everything in the room to pieces. Apart from the bed, there was basically no place to step. The floor was covered with broken furniture and plastered garbage.

Moreover, the alternate personality would try to escape whenever it had the chance. Once, when a rat was delivering food through a secret door, it even grabbed the rat's arm and bit off a piece of flesh.

Of course, this resulted in a severe beating. However, the secondary personality and the primary personality are two completely different personalities. The primary personality would only silently endure it, while the secondary personality dared to resist. The most serious incident was when he directly took a broken table leg and stuck it into the rat's leg.

Since then, the rats have become much more restrained and no longer dare to beat the front body as wantonly as before. They only deliver the flesh and blood with black veins at fixed times every day.

At that moment, the original body was squatting on the ground, holding a broken table leg and rubbing one end of it against the floor, muttering, "Kill him! Kill him! Next time, I'll stab him straight in the heart!"

Two footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door and stopped. Then, a fawning voice came in: "Dr. Qin, we've arrived. I've been carrying out everything you asked me to do."

"Well done. I'll recommend you for a job at our hospital once it's done." A gentle voice rang out, neither warm nor cold.

The creature that was sharpening the table leg hurriedly hid back on the bed, while hiding one of the already sharpened table legs under the pillow.

The locked door clicked open.

At this moment, Lin Jue, who was standing in the corner, and his predecessor, who was curled up on the bed, both looked up at the door. Their gazes, spanning ten years, converged on the figure at the door.

It was a man with a jackal's head, standing tall and wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, spotless, which contrasted sharply with the dirty and messy environment around him.

"The room smells really mixed." The dean's nose twitched in the air as he glanced around the room before walking up to the wary man in front of him. "Hello, child. My surname is Qin. I am a psychiatrist. You can call me Dr. Qin."

"I came here for no other reason than to help you."

When he said this, there was no fierce or cunning look in his jackal eyes; instead, they were like a pot of warm, cool water.

Lin Jue was all too familiar with that look, because he would show it whenever he was trying to deceive, or rather, try to connect with the eerie creature.

This kind of gaze is the easiest to make people feel close to you, thus lowering their guard and defensiveness, and also making your words more convincing.

"The room smells really mixed." The dean's nose twitched as he smelled the air. (End of Chapter)