Chapter 416 Mr. Second Personality

Dressed in oppressive black, the cross hanging from the chain showed a sharp arc, facing Song Wenchuan's eyebrows.

With a hoarse voice, he propped himself up on the sofa bed with his big palms and sat up.

This is a room with simple furnishings, and there are huge bookshelves placed against the wall, which are filled with various books. Other than that, there is only a sofa bed and a desk left.

The air smelled of old, log wood.

Mixed with a strange atmosphere, a picture that is almost absurd is condensed.

"Mr. Song?"

"hypnotist?"

The two spoke in unison, and after speaking, they both paused.

The eyes met, and ripples appeared in the priest's calm blue eyes.

"Presumably, you are another personality in Mr. Song? Mr. Song, do you remember what happened just now?"

He speaks Chinese, his words are eloquent, and without looking at his face, people will definitely misunderstand that he is a native Chinese.

"Another personality?" Song Wenchuan raised his forehead and smiled lowly, "No, I am independent."

"Everyone with a split personality would think so, Dear Mr. Song."

"I haven't asked your name yet."

Song Wenchuan hooked his lips, noncommittal.

"Nolan Nicholson, you can call me Nolan."

"Okay Nolan," Song Wenchuan hooked over the wheelchair and moved up by himself, "Listen, no matter what answer he wants from me, he can ask me in person. Besides—"

He raised his eyes, his eyes as sharp as knives swept across Nolan's face, "I hate being probed into my privacy, this... holy? Father, when I see you next time, I hope it will be in a normal environment. Down."

"Oh alright--"

Nolan shrugged and turned his body sideways, "I'm sorry."

He watched the man control the wheelchair to leave the room, smiled at the man who was guarding outside, and walked away.

"Hello! Achuan? Achuan?"

Xie Ziyu called out a few times, but the other party didn't even look back. That icy aura that no strangers should enter, made him look at it with a tinge of turmoil.

I didn't even dare to chase it out.

"He—what's the matter?"

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 harsh, he wanted to laugh, but found that he couldn't.

Especially when these words came from Nolan's mouth.

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 refined.

Just like the blood family in the dark stories of the West, they are elegant and strange.

After contact, he found that Nolan was a very magical person who guarded a small church. Worship on time every week, except for necessary purchases, rarely step out of the church.

It is said that he can hypnotize everything—

"Maybe."

Nolan's lips suddenly burst into a smile, slightly sly winked at Xie Ziyu, and walked out.

"Mr. Second Personality is very interesting, I think, I would like to be friends with him."

"I go……"

Xie Ziyu scratched her hair and turned around speechlessly.

I saw a man in his early twenties wearing a priest's uniform, 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?!"

Every time I ask for a monthly pass, the effect seems to be very poor? Could it be that there is something wrong with my posture of asking for votes?

Then... add one more monthly ticket every day when you reach 50?