Where's the cute girl we were promised? She's completely wiped out S-rank dungeons!

An Xiaomei, standing next to Song Yuan, and Qiao Ran, standing to the side, immediately brightened up and exclaimed "Wow!" in unison.

That's a great talent! It's like a mobile arsenal. If the team works well together, one main attacker can use many different types of weapons, and all of them are S-level. How powerful would that be?

Qiao Ran crossed his arms and shook his head, "Big brother, it's really a loss for Midnight Guild not to want you."

Xu Jian waved his hand: "Hey, don't mention it. It's not that amazing. Take a look at this knife, see if it's comfortable to use. If not, I'll make you another one."

Song Yuan tossed the broadsword in her hand a couple of times, then twirled a strand of hair between her fingers to test its sharpness, finding it to be excellent. Although the materials were very ordinary, the weapon's quality was superb.

"No need, this is very handy, thank you."

She deftly twirled the knife, the blade stopping precisely at An Xiaomei's fair neck:

"Take care of your business before dawn."

Just moments ago, An Xiaomei was smiling and looking at her with adoration, but this stab wound turned her face deathly pale, her heart seemed to stop beating, and she collapsed to the ground, bracing herself with her hands.

"Song...Song Yuan? What's wrong with you?"

Xu Jian and Qiao Ran were both stunned. Qiao Ran was the first to react—that's right, he had also deduced this before. Why did Xu Jian mention four kinds of materials? Song Yuan and he were allies, that was beyond doubt, so it could only be that An Xiaomei was the problem.

Song Yuan, looking down at An Xiaomei, held a knife to her neck and said coldly:

"Do you know that you have dissociative identity disorder? To put it simply, it's a split personality. Your alternate personality is very bad. I think she has done a lot of things against your will without your knowledge."

"What?!"

"Is that so?!"

"There's such a disease?!"

The other three gasped in unison. Xu Jian, in particular, was visibly shocked. He had seen An Xiaomei in her evil phase; the girl had even called him "bald dead" back then... But he hadn't received much education and had no idea that "split personality" was a mental illness.

An Xiaomei knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

"I...I didn't know this could happen...Did I do a lot of bad things to you when I wasn't thinking clearly? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, sob sob..."

As she spoke, she completely broke down and burst into tears, hugging her knees.

She was crying so hard she couldn't speak. Even Song Yuan, the interrogator, had to stop and comfort her, and even lowered her knife.

"...It's not exactly a terrible thing. Stop crying and talk to me properly."

No, it doesn't really count. An Xiaomei's alter ego was a bit crazy, but it didn't cause her any real harm. It's just that An Xiaomei's current state is too dangerous for future cooperation. Since she could betray Fu Zhengyang at such a critical moment, she could betray her or Qiao Ran at the next critical moment.

Qiao Ran stood next to Song Yuan and whispered in her ear:

"Regarding her personality switching, have you observed any patterns? Does her alternate personality activate at any time, regardless of the circumstances?"

"I don't think so," Song Yuan said, looking down at the sobbing An Xiaomei. "When I was with her in the hallway, she switched personalities twice, trying to attack me, but I stopped her both times. I think her alternate personality can choose when to take over her body. Moreover, the alternate personality retains the memories of the main personality, while the main personality knows nothing about what happened during the alternate personality's time."

So she actually knew everything at the time; she was just playing a trick.

Seeing that An Xiaomei had been crying for a long time and couldn't stop, Qiao Ran gently comforted her:

"Okay, okay, stop crying. We know you and she are two different people. Her mistakes can't be pinned on you, right? Everyone understands, everyone understands!"

"Waaaaah, but I just feel so sorry for you all..."

An Xiaomei was finally able to speak normally:

"Actually, I had this feeling when I divorced my ex-husband. When I saw him, he was sitting in a wheelchair with his whole body wrapped in bandages. For some reason, he couldn't move his hands and feet, and he couldn't even speak. All he could do was point at me and yell..."

At the time, I wondered if I really was the one who beat him up like that? How come I have no memory of it at all? But after what happened, being sent to a mental hospital was the best outcome I could imagine, so I didn't think too much about it..."

Qiao Ran/Song Yuan: "??!"

Seriously, beautiful lady, you just ignored something this big?!

Song Yuan said, if it was just a simple case of husband and wife fighting, why would An Xiaomei be sent to a mental hospital? And why did her husband suddenly abandon her as his "prey"? Now it seems that everything is explained:

"That was most likely done by your alternate personality," she said, her brows furrowing slightly as Fu Han pondered. "If we could bring out your alternate personality and confront her directly, that would be the best outcome."

"But...but, oh, I don't know how to get her to come out."

She took the tissue Qiao Ran offered, wiping her face as she choked back tears, saying, "I haven't even spoken to her..."

Yes, how do we summon the evil version of An Xiaomei?

A brief silence fell over the four of them. Xu Jian stood there dumbfounded, scratching his head; An Xiaomei wiped away her tears; Qiao Ran rubbed her temples, pondered for a moment, and then whispered in Song Yuan's ear:

"From your description, An Xiaomei's alternate personality seems to have a bad temper, is that right?"

Song Yuan nodded, raising an eyebrow: "Hmm, very bad. What's wrong? Did you come up with a good idea?"

Qiao Ran gave her a "just you wait and see" look, then resumed her normal volume and said seriously:

"I think we need to differentiate between these two personalities. The primary personality is An Xiaomei, but the secondary personality can't still be An Xiaomei, right? How about we come up with a new name?"

An Xiaomei rubbed her eyes, not understanding what Qiao Ran was up to this time, but she felt it made sense:

"Sure, you guys decide then, call me whatever you want."

Qiao Ran smirked triumphantly, breathed on her index finger, and wrote three words on the ground:

"Wei Dayou, how's it going?"

Song Yuan seemed to know what Qiao Ran wanted to do. She glanced at him lazily and stood quietly to the side, leaning on her knife.

"What kind of 'oil painting'?"

Xu Jian subconsciously touched his bald head. When he heard that Qiao Ran wanted to name someone, he became interested and wanted to see what kind of name it would be.

As a result, Wei Dayou?

He couldn't help but complain, "What kind of weird name is this? Even oil sellers don't use this name. It's so tasteless."

Qiao Ran clicked her tongue and tapped the floor tiles:

"Brother, look closely. Wei Da You. The primary personality and the secondary personality are so different, so does Wei correspond to An, Da to Xiao, and You to Mei? So Wei Da You, isn't that good?"

After Xu Jian saw the three words clearly, he belatedly exclaimed "Oh—" and chuckled.

"Not bad, I think it's pretty good. It's a clever combination of opposites."

Song Yuan leaned against the knife and nodded, saying calmly, "Whatever, let's call it that then."

Even An Xiaomei herself blinked, indicating that she had no objection:

"Okay, then that's what you'll call me from now on..."

Before she could finish speaking, her dark, round pupils dilated under everyone's gaze. The next second, "An Xiaomei" sprang to her feet, brandishing her sharp claws and gritting her teeth as she lunged at Qiao Ran:

"I'll fucking kill you! You're the one with the name Wei Dayou! Your dad's name is Wei Dayou! Your whole family is Wei Dayou! Screw your dad's lousy name!"