Atypical Narcissus

"There's something strange about where I live." Rong Zhi sat in the interrogation room, with shackles on his hands and gloomy eyebrows. The policeman turned his pen and asked, "What's so strange?" Rong Zhi looked forward and said, "At night, the women on the third floor will tap dance like crazy." "The old man on the first floor is boxing." "There are many stray cats and dogs howling in the corridor." The policeman interrupted him, "So, what are you doing?" "Me?" Rong Zhi looked at the policeman and said in a slow voice, "I turned into a wolf and my actions are beyond my control." The policeman wrote a few lines, "Do you have a history of mental illness?" Rong Zhi was silent for two seconds and said, "Yes." The policeman raised his head and asked, "Is it convenient for you to tell me?" Rong Zhi nodded and straightened up slightly, "My second personality is my lover." ———— Rong Zhi is a psychopath, his second personality, Discord, said. However, it happened that this mentally ill person became the container for him to renew his life. This container is beautiful, sensible, and even has a bit of gray humor. He is 1.92 Meters tall, muscular, twenty-seven years old, in his prime, and a lecturer in the history department. Su Wuji simply fell in love with this body. Unfortunately, Rong Zhi is not a little white rabbit who can be manipulated by others. He will resist, commit suicide, die with him, and drive him out of the house. Rong Zhi refused to be given a body and refused to merge his personality. Su Wuxu was very unhappy about this. Desire grows wildly in my heart, without boundaries, and along the vines, it gradually becomes an overwhelming green cloud. Yes, he wants to kill Rong Zhi. He wants to replace it. ———— Urban legend. The long-haired woman walking on her head, the stalker on all fours, the human face embedded in the wall, the sound of tapping on the ceiling; The body stuck to the bottom of the bed, the figure in red suddenly appearing, the head fading away, the endless reincarnation of the elevator, the face of Sakyamuni; The elusive destination of death, the endless math classes, the baby in the mirror, the knocking on the door, the skin being sucked dry of flesh and blood; The eyes in the cat's eyes, the doorknob being turned wildly, the smiling scarecrow in the field, the unknown creature clinging to the glass, staring intently at the room. PS: Urban legends are all true. ———— The endless flow of horror stories about urban ghost stories, true love and killing. Some are classic ghost stories, and some are my dreams. Purpose: live a good life