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Chapter 465 Split Personality Disorder

Chapter 465 Split Personality Disorder

"Even if you may suffer from amnesia, it doesn't mean you are crazy. This statement is not true." Luther crossed his arms, leaned behind the large chair back, and looked at the plainly dressed woman in front of him inquiringly.

He had never heard of Eve White's name before he came to work here, but since her condition made Dr. Watkins mention it repeatedly, it meant that she could not be just an amnesiac - Watkins was always very interested in those difficult and complicated diseases that were difficult to explain.

Luther had just obtained his Ph.D. in psychology not long ago, but he was not very proud of his academic qualifications. After all, human thinking is very magical and unpredictable. Even a professor of psychology cannot guarantee that he can see through everyone's thoughts.

For example, at this moment, he was almost confused by the situation described by the woman.

Eve White was also looking at him, and her feelings were clearly written in her eyes: she didn't believe what he said, and she felt that he was probably powerless to do anything about his illness.

Luther and Eve looked at each other for a while, their two similar pairs of black eyes intersecting in the air.

Soon, Eve lowered her eyes with some sadness, "It's useless."

She paused and bit her lip subconsciously, "Because I am indeed crazy. You don't want to tell me, but... I can guess it myself."

Luther's frown deepened, "How did you guess that, Mrs. White?"

“Because…” Fear flashed across Eve’s face, and her voice trembled, “Now I hear the voice too.”

Luther frowned and was silent for a few seconds, then walked around the chair and sat back down.

"What's that sound?" he asked in a low voice.

Eve lowered her head, clenched her fingers, and took a deep breath. "There's only one voice, but that's enough to explain everything, isn't it?"

He then asked, “How long has this been going on?”

Eve looked up at him with a pale face: "Several months."

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Luther sighed. Although his voice was helpless, it had an irrefutable power. "What did this voice say to you?"

Eve lowered her head aggrievedly, "She asked me to do something."

"A woman's voice? Can you find any way to identify it?"

"No, sir. Sometimes it sounds familiar, but I can't recognize it."

"What does this voice tell you to do?"

"She..." Eve glanced at him carefully, her eyes moving horizontally to the ink box on the desk, "She asked me to leave my husband and run away with Sophia... something terrible like this."

She seemed startled by what she had said, and leaned forward eagerly to ask, "That makes me crazy, doesn't it?"

"No." Luther shook his head, thinking, "Not in your case."

"But that's what everyone says."

"In most cases, they are right. This is a serious phenomenon, I mean hearing voices." Luther turned the pen in his hand and looked at her gently, "But the difference in your case is that you are afraid of this voice."

Eve listened attentively.

"You're afraid because you think of it as a mental illness. Those who are truly mentally ill have almost no special reaction to hearing sounds. They always think of it as some kind of additional privilege they enjoy - like private radio reception or built-in radar." Luther smiled, replaced the pen in his hand with a cigar, and casually held it in his mouth, but did not light it.

He seemed to want to ease the atmosphere in this way, but it obviously had no effect.

"But what if sometimes... this voice sounds like my own?" Instead of laughing at his little joke, Eve clutched the hem of her skirt even more anxiously.

Luther paused with his fingers holding the cigar. "Your own voice? It doesn't matter."

“No, it doesn’t matter!” Eve leaned forward even more, staring intently at Luther’s still free movements, her tone almost collapsed, “You just don’t want to tell me, but there must be something wrong! I——”

Her crying questioning suddenly stopped, she closed her eyes in pain, slowly lowered her head, and whimpered like a kitten - time seemed to be deliberately slowed down at this moment, Luther looked at her with a stiff expression as she raised her hands to cover her face, her body shaking more and more violently - just when he was about to ask her, Eve looked up again.

The camera kept moving forward, and through the high-definition close-up, people outside the monitor could clearly see the changes on her face when she looked up - her beautiful black eyes began to sparkle, her frown completely relaxed, and her lips slightly raised, revealing a joyful and pure smile.

"Hi." She sat up straight with a smile and greeted Luther.

"Mrs. White, are you feeling better?" The smile on Luther's face had long disappeared - his intuition told him that everything in front of him was a little weird.

"Yeah, I feel pretty good." She leaned back and let out a breath.

"What's going on? Did you have a headache just now?"

"No, I never have headaches." The woman took off the old-fashioned sun hat on her head and threw it on the desk. "She has headaches, but I don't."

"'she'?"

Luther looked at the woman in front of him who was sitting with her legs crossed, untying her long hair and looking around with bright eyes, and a terrible guess unconsciously emerged in his mind.

Eve White - no, she was definitely no longer the timid Mrs. White - although she was still wearing that outdated cotton skirt and her face did not have an exaggerated expression, Eve's entire temperament had changed dramatically.

At this moment, she had an unfamiliar smile on her face, and her eyes were full of charm. Luther even clearly saw the flirtatious glances she cast at him - and she seemed to be accustomed to doing these things, not feeling shy at all because of his gaze.

"Your place is really nice." Eve lazily stroked her long hair, looked at the furnishings in the room for several times, and then cast her bored eyes on the man in front of her, "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, every time I want to come out, she gets a headache."

"She's such a dork, isn't she?"

The woman smiled brightly and ostentatiously, her fingers slid along the corner of the table to his cigarette box, and she took out a cigar without any hesitation.

"I suddenly feel like smoking. Do you mind?"

Luther stared at her blankly, his expression changing again and again.

The eyes of the two people met briefly in the air again.

This time when they looked at each other, Luther couldn't catch a single emotion he was familiar with: fragility, nervousness, uneasiness... none of that.

Those bright black eyes burst with unprecedented confidence and strength, instantly igniting the torch buried deep in his heart.