Done!I'm surrounded by yanderes!

But besides being angry, I felt so sad in my heart.

If you kill someone with your own hands, you won't be able to look back.

If I can't go back, I can't go back. I have no way out.

But before I do it, I have to know who is forcing me again and again.

"Answer me, who are they? Ah!" I looked at the people running towards this side of the alley, my finger tightly on the trigger.

I can't wait to press it the next moment to avenge Xiaoying and Brother Zhang.

"They are..." Brother Cong was hit in the head.

"Fuck!" I didn't get the answer I wanted, so I could only run away with the white-haired girl next to me.

The white-haired girl didn't speak a word all the way, but she took me and fled towards Levida's house.

The doubts in my heart gradually grew bigger.

Who is she?

Why did you save me? Why are you so familiar with this place? Why have I never seen her before?

Just when my doubts are rising,

The white-haired girl actually opened the door of Levida's house and took me inside.

"Phew, it's safe." The white-haired girl sat down as if she was familiar with this house.

"Who are you?" I didn't understand what happened at all.

"Just call me Levida." The white-haired girl said coldly.

"This is impossible..." I stared at her blankly.

"Is that true? You don't remember me." The white-haired girl complained and pushed me into the small room.

"I'm going to save Brother Zhang and Xiaoying." I tried to walk out of the room.

"Don't run around." The white-haired girl closed the door.

I looked at the locked door in surprise.

He looked up at the running video head again.

I lay down helplessly on the very familiar bed,

There is no safety at all,

Everything that just happened seemed like a dream to me.

Xiaoying and Brother Zhang still don’t know whether they are alive or dead.

A strange girl saved me out of nowhere, but she said she was Levida.

All this confused me beyond measure.

[November 2017, 10]

After a night's rest, my mood still couldn't settle down.

The safety of Xiaoying and Brother Zhang always affects my heart.

Prepared food for me today,

It's fried meat with carrots.

I looked at the familiar food and took a bite,

There is a feeling like a world away.

I grabbed the white-haired girl's hand, and sure enough, she had a wound on her hand from accidentally cutting vegetables, and she put a band-aid on it.

How is this going?

It's the same as why he can't even be hurt by a gun, but his hand is cut by himself.

I stared blankly at the white-haired girl in front of me, who was blushing because I was holding her hand.

"who the hell are you?"

I asked painfully,

She took away the dishes and chopsticks placed in front of me very unhappily, as if she was used to all this.

I desperately wanted to follow her out,

She turned around and kicked me with a roundhouse kick, knocking me out.

[November 2017, 10]

It seems that ordinary methods are of no use.

I had to pretend to be submissive to get her to talk to me.

When she came in again to deliver food to me,

"Are you really Levida?" I asked curiously.

"Of course." The white-haired girl looked at me doubtfully.

"Uh...then do you have any evidence?"

"How can this be proven?" The white-haired girl tilted her head and looked at me.

"Yes, maybe it's just the same name, so is this your house?" I comforted myself.

"Of course, it's not Levida's, is it yours?" The white-haired girl crossed her hands angrily.

"Then where are you from?" I could only ask in a different way.

"Why do you ask such a strange question?" The white-haired girl seemed to be irritable.

"I remember Levida, but you are a little different from the Levida I remember." I told her frankly.

"You...remember?" The white-haired girl's expression changed from confusion to anticipation to happiness.

Then he hugged me happily.

"You..." I originally wanted to push her away, but I was afraid of offending her.

"Levida is so happy. Do you still remember that when I saw you almost died here to save Levida, Levida was so heartbroken that she almost died." The white-haired girl told me about the past while being intimate with me.

"Wait?" You mean, the time I saw you turn into the tree of life in this room and tried desperately to save you? "I suddenly realized that the white-haired girl seemed to really have Levida's memory.

"Levida can finally be with you and never be separated." The white-haired girl happily nuzzled into my arms.

And I was so distraught that I had no idea what was going on.

"Then why did you come to save me?" I tried to understand what she was going through.

"As soon as Levida woke up, she was put in a strange jar, and many people gathered around to watch. Levida struggled to escape." The white-haired girl explained her experience.

"Where...is that place?" I was extremely puzzled as I listened to what happened to the white-haired girl.

"When I escaped, I took a look and it seemed to be called the Abnormal Human Research Center." The white-haired girl thought for a while and then spoke.

"Huh?" I looked at the white-haired girl in front of me in confusion,

Could it be said that Levida's memory has become a spirit?

Chapter 128 Spirit and Body

[November 2017, 10]

The feeling of getting along with the white-haired girl gradually became familiar.

Everything was exactly the same as it was when she got along with Levida.

But I don’t know whether I should accept the different Levida in front of me.

Even though she has Levida's memory, she can't give me the feeling of Levida, as if she is just a soulless imitator.

I always feel a strong sense of dissonance in places where there seems to be nothing.

And this sense of violation is that she will definitely do things according to Levida's logic. This is a weird and extreme feeling.

I can't understand,

Maybe Levitra is too deep into my heart,

Or maybe I had an imaginary Levitra in my mind.

Levitra, who has lost her memory,

Levitra, who is now white-haired,

It seems that even if they are combined together, they are not like the Levida I loved.

It seems that the most crucial soul is missing between them.

Human beings are extremely complex animals.

Even if it is the same material composition, the memories shaped by the same experiences build it all together.

It seems that there is still a difference in soul.

But where does the soul come from?

I can't tell what weird thing it is.

The white-haired girl knocked on the door gently and walked in.

She helped me prepare today's food like a careful housewife,

The beef stew with potatoes is carefully prepared, and even the potatoes are garnished and carved into the shape of little hearts.

"Do you like it?" The white-haired girl held up her face and waited for me to finish.

"I like it." I ate my meal with my head down, not daring to look up at her.

"If you like, Levida will cook it for you every day from now on." The white-haired girl happily put away the bowls and chopsticks.

"That's great." I pretended to be satisfied and watched her leave.

The long white hair that spreads down the back,

Thin shoulders and slim waistline,

White calves, super short jk skirt,

No matter what, it is a beautiful appearance that is worthy of your imagination.

But I can only see the emptiness in her eyes,

She looked like a flower enchantress, but she was empty inside.

I even feel that she doesn't love me or care about me,

She was just imitating Levida in her memory and wanted to do things like her.

And I was just a toy in her hand for her to imitate.

[November 2017, 10]

Today, the white-haired girl cleverly prepared pork chop rice, knocked on the door gently, and brought it in for me.

Then I knelt down beside the bed expectantly, wanting to see my expression after tasting it.

I pretended that I felt uncomfortable and needed to go to the toilet.

I washed my face with cold water without thinking about it.

He raised his head to see what he looked like now.The mirror had already been broken.

You don't need to think about it to know that it must have been broken by the white-haired girl.

But why would she do such a thing?

If we just follow Levida's memories,

There was no reason for her to have trouble with the mirror.

When facing the broken mirror, the feeling of psychological depression kept emerging.

I began to wonder how she felt when facing this mirror.