"When did you start hearing hallucinations?"
"I don't remember much, probably a long time ago. But I always thought this was normal. I felt that He was not an auditory hallucination. He was the one who could save me in the end."
"Are you having hallucinations?"
"Yes."
"Very often?"
"I don't know."
"Why do you say you don't know?"
"I don't know if I'm hallucinating or if I'm simply dreaming. I'm afraid of sleeping and dreaming. It's hard to describe that feeling because I can't tell the difference at all..."
"Um, the auditory hallucinations you just mentioned, what do you usually hear?"
"There are two Him. One... I can feel that He is coming to save me, and the other is very good at taking advantage of the situation." I suddenly paused, "Do you know what He said? Doctor."
I squinted my eyes, looked at the doctor, and smiled slowly: "He said this is false..."
When I was seven years old, I went to an ancient town for a trip. There was a fortune-telling stall on the street, and there was an old woman who looked and dressed up very well and could deceive people.
My mother didn't know what she was thinking at that time, she insisted on spending the unjust money to get me a fortune. As she spoke, she swept the money away, saying that she would just spend it to buy something happy, and the result was——
"Your daughter will not live to be 16 years old. If she lives to be 16 years old, call me on this phone..."
But I lived to the age of 16 with fear. Now I am 17 years old, in good health and with a harmonious family. When I almost forgot all about fortune telling, fate played a huge joke on me.
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A story about a normal person becoming a psychopath, with a single female protagonist, no male protagonist, no CP, the main plot direction, the type of dungeon switching, the dungeon serves to promote the plot, and each dungeon will provide clues
Demining: There are a large proportion of bloody plots, and there will be mental pollution. You are afraid of being injured and entering by mistake.
Intention: Love life and be unyielding