Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 22 Reject or Accept
  Am I right?
  Can such a thing happen from the sky - ah!
  "You think I'd believe this nonsense?"

"Look, are you still poisoned now?"

Mayfair asked angrily.

Terry glanced at the bottom of the inventory and raised his left eyebrow.

Sure enough, the hallucination toxin had disappeared.

This?
  You need to calm down and think carefully - Terry recalled the effect of the buff described before, which was to make him lose control of his body.

From this perspective, it seems to be similar in nature to those drugs taken in bars... Damn it! This woman is so perverted!

"I've already said that WX minors will be prosecuted!"

Terry emphasized again, but he didn't expect that this word was like a switch, and Mayfair's eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Don't mention it again!"

Terry's temples shed a drop of cold sweat as the other party's attitude suddenly changed.

I have to say that this crazy woman is still very convincing when she works hard.

What he really believed in was the old magician who called himself Ancient One.

After sitting down and rubbing his belly for more than ten seconds, Mayfair finally sighed, took out a hair tie from somewhere, and tied up the big waves that had been scattered before.

duh duh!

"Forget it, whatever I tell you now is in vain..."

Half a minute later, Terry sat obediently on the sofa and described his 'illness' to Mayfair, who was sitting behind the desk with a serious look on his face.

Is there really someone who can sit down and chat like a normal person after a big fight?
  Terry's heart fell into hesitation like a battle between heaven and man.

That bad old man is so powerful, he can't be so blind that there is a black magician with evil intentions active under his nose, right?
  It was a fight anyway, and neither side actually suffered any losses (except for the walls that were blown apart by the magic of both sides). It was just a medical treatment.

Mayfair asked Terry in detail about some details of the dream, and picked up a pen and opened a cowhide notebook to write and draw in a serious manner.

Just kidding, let’s not talk about what this bullshit chivalry is. A female devil who can shoot light blades with her bare hands is going to die?

Those cute expressions disappeared, and the female OL's expression suddenly became serious again, and she raised her fair chin towards Terry.

Mayfair saw Terry standing by the window like a piece of wood without responding, and bit his lower lip angrily: "Can't you show your chivalry and come over and help me?"

Not that Terry completely believed this woman.

But then the woman who kept rubbing her belly suddenly became discouraged and waved her hands in frustration: "Forget it, you're right, you shameless pervert!"

Terry shook his head wildly. Mayfair held his breath for two seconds in anger, glared at him, and finally waved helplessly. The chair next to the desk in the room floated over and stopped firmly behind her.

Why are you still scolding him?
  Terry was also scolded and confused. At this moment, he seriously suspected that the psychiatrist's psychological problem might be much more serious than his.

Terry leaned on the sofa, his eyes drifting unconsciously to Mayfair's legs folded under the desk, her slender calves with no shortage of curves, her tight, round and plump thighs under the black stockings, and Those high heels that outline the perfect arc of the foot...

Do you really want to treat such a perverted and wild psychiatrist?

"Putting other things aside, aren't you here to see a doctor? Tell me about your symptoms."

Logically speaking, everything related to magic in New York should be under the jurisdiction of the Holy of Holies where the Ancient One is located. When he left the Holy of Holies, he met another woman who, although somewhat inexplicable, did use magic.

Mayfair poked the notebook with his pen and looked at Terry with a raised brow.

"Cough cough."

Terry clenched his fist and coughed: "Doctor?"

Mayfair made an unknown hum from his nasal cavity, and then spoke with a slightly serious expression.

"I can tell you with absolute certainty that it was not just a nightmare."

Terry already knew this from Ancient One, so he didn't seem surprised.

"Although the root cause of the nightmare incident that happened to you cannot be inferred from the current information, your soul does not seem to completely belong to you."

"There is a guy who doesn't know where he is, sharing your soul."

"Obviously, the sharing of souls between you has not started for a long time, but as time goes by, the two of you will continue to have this almost intimate sharing relationship, not only the memories of both parties, but even emotions and personalities. , and in the end even personality - in the end, I'm afraid there will only be one person left." Shared soul?

Personality fusion?

Terry looked a little uncomfortable. He thought that the other party would come up with some scientific vocabulary of mental illness filled with professional terms after showing the momentum of a professional psychiatrist, but it turned out that it still involved metaphysics.

And it sounds serious!
  And why can she analyze so many things through a dream described by Terry?
  Terry tried hard to control the surging emotions in his heart and stared at Dr. Mayfair suspiciously.

He felt that these words of the other party did not come from the analysis of professional skills, but more like looking at the answers and working backwards.

If you look at Mayfair's previous mindless actions... Although it was a bit unbelievable, Terry had a vague guess.

"Sounds like schizophrenia."

Terry did not choose to immediately expose the other party's "cheating" behavior, and made a joke of his own with a somewhat pale face.

"No, completely different."

Mayfair shot down Terry's joke: "You're talking about a split between two personalities, but that's not the case with your relationship - you're merging into each other."

"so what should I do?"

"It depends on you."

Mayfair put down the pen and closed the notebook.

"What do you think about yourself? Should you accept the other person's existence, or should you avoid this 'disease', which is considered novel even in the world of soul issues."

Terry was silent.

He slowly closed his eyes and almost effortlessly recalled the fresh memories in his mind that were not his.

If memories have colors, then the memory color of the young man lying on the electrocution chair in the so-called nightmare is a grey-black that makes everyone's hair stand on end.

Although both parties had unfortunate childhood experiences, Uncle Martin's existence was like a ray of sunshine shining into his life.

Compared with the joy and happiness he has experienced over the years, Terry Lee can almost completely forget about the misfortune of his childhood. In the most difficult time, Uncle Martin's generous palm warmed his heart, which was almost cold. Numb heart.

But what about that young man?

Dark, damp and cold.

Although it was only a brief moment while lying on the electrocution chair, it was filled with suppressed despair and desire for revenge.

Terry Lee could feel that the other person's heart was full of disgust for the miserable world, hiding the morbid jealousy of revenge for everything.

The more he recalled it, the bad emotions came up like nauseating sewage, condensing into a dirty tide, trying to taint his happiness.

"I, I don't know."

Terry's body trembled inexplicably.

"My uncle told me to have enough compassion for all those who are miserable because of suffering, because I was once a person who was immersed in it. If people like me refuse to empathize with each other, there is no doubt that It’s driving them completely over the edge.”

But my happiness is so small, how can it be enough to distribute to others?

Some dark thoughts flashed away, and Terry opened his eyes hastily, trying hard to bury everything shared in those nightmares deep in his memory.

"It seems it's too early for you to make a decision."

Mayfair rested his elbows on his desk and rested his chin on his palms.

"You seem to have had some strange luck and received some interesting gifts from a tolerant old guy."

A faint smile and ridicule lingered in Mayfair's eyes: "But I also want to give my advice, and I need to emphasize it to you again."

"The relationship between you is not rejection and division, but sharing and integration. Maybe you can use some unconventional means to suppress it temporarily, but the longer you ignore it, the more fierce the backlash will be."

“Escape is not a permanent cure.”

"No matter what choice you make, you will face the consequences."

(End of this chapter)