Chapter 2:

The hypnotist sat under the dim table lamp, hands clasped against the jaw, staring at the young man lying opposite him with a dignified expression. Deep hypnosis is an extremely dangerous treatment for any patient. A carelessness will cause irreparable injury or sequelae.
But Van Gogh insisted very much, and repeatedly said that he was at his own risk, and signed a disclaimer, and the hypnotist reluctantly agreed. He was also the first patient to encounter such a serious condition. According to the youth, even he himself did not know how many secondary personalities were hidden in this thin body, 30, 40, or even more.
It stands to reason that the power of the master personality is often the most powerful, but it is not easy to devour so many pairs of personality overnight. The hypnotist cannot help the patient more than hypnotizing, guiding and awakening, everything can only be done by himself.
After waiting quietly for more than two hours, the patient's face has always been very calm, and the hypnotist couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He should have thought that if the patient's character and means were so ruthless, would those deputy personalities be his opponents?
The hypnotist changed to a more relaxed sitting position, then took out his notebook and began to record everything today. At the moment when he wrote the pen, the young man lying on the sofa began to struggle violently, but his limbs seemed to be tied by invisible ropes, only Able to tumble and twitch within a fixed angle. His original calm face was completely twisted at this time, showing a vicious state of evil spirits, and then turned into deep fear and panic.
The hypnotist was startled, and immediately ran to appease and guide the youth to wake up. But several hints that were set in advance did not work. The youth was still immersed in deep sleep, struggling violently but unable to escape. With his twisted features and broken moans alone, the hypnotist can guess what he experienced in his dream. If it were n’t for the fear and despair of extinguishment, this young man, who had always been arrogant, would not show the lame posture to be slaughtered.
The hypnotist kept trying to awaken the young man, but to no avail. When the young man suddenly raised his neck, arched his back, and issued a sharp roar, the hypnotist thought he would die. However, the next second, he fell back to the sofa violently and slept again peacefully, as if the previous struggles, convulsions, and roaring had never happened.
The hypnotist looked at the young man for a while in shock, making sure that the other person was still breathing and did not die in the dream. Then he took off his glasses, wiped off the cold sweat, and exhaled for a long time.
"Oh! You, when did you wake up?" The hypnotist, who was about to return the spectacle frame to the bridge of his nose, suddenly jumped at a pair of pure black, impure, and emotionless eyes.
"Just awake." The young man glanced at the hypnotist and licked the lips that were red and when he didn't know when, and said in a full and lazy voice: "I'm going to sleep for a while, you go back first Come on. I will let the assistant call you for the rest of the consultation. "
The hypnotist was keenly aware of the youth's changes. His pupils were too pure and deep, which was very different from the original amber pupils of Van Gogh. Moreover, the voice of the youth also changed, like the spring water after distillation, clear and gentle, so that the eardrums could not help but tremble.
The young man closed his eyes while talking, and fell asleep again, with a calmer look than ever before. The hypnotist stared at his beautiful face, and his mind was completely confused. He was sure that the person in front of him was by no means Van Gogh before hypnosis. His tone of speech was too peaceful, and the emotions embedded in his eyebrows were too gentle. Even the lines of his face softened because of this gentleness and gentleness. For the beautiful face. He is completely different from before, like changing a person!
In other words, Van Gaal failed, and his body was occupied by a deputy personality! The hypnotist soon realized this, but he dared not say anything and did nothing. The master personality is Van Gogh, and the deputy personality is also Van Gogh. Who wins or loses does not seem to matter to others, that is just their internal struggle.
Thinking this way, the hypnotist took a deep breath, and then quickly left the apartment building. Although the person who woke up seemed to be milder than the original Van Gogh, but for some reason, when he looked at the other person, his heart was cold.

Van Gaalor, who changed his core, slept for three days. During these three days, his life and career suffered unprecedented hits. In order to get close to the male in his mind, he was admitted to the entertainment company run by the other party and became a trainee. He also used his family background to the opportunities and resources of others and became a member of the newly debuting male group. In order to gain eyeballs and seize the heat, he did not skimp on any means, so he didn't offend many people soon after his debut.
But the Fan family had money and power, and they had a friendship with the Zhao group that controlled the entertainment company. The two sides joined hands and helped Van Gogh to deal with a bunch of messes. By the way, he paved the way for him to help him climb and let The combination named STARS has been raging all over the country in a very short period of time, and has been madly sucking tens of millions of fans.
In private, I do n’t know how many people gritted their teeth and gritted their teeth when they heard the word
Van Galo
, but on the bright side, no one dared to offend the principal.
But now it is different. Not long after the death of the Vatican's mother and wife, the Vatican's owner, Fan Luoshan, can't wait to announce to the mass media that Fangalo is not his biological son, but an unborn son. Deserve to leave the family to live independently.
This sentence can only be interpreted in one sense-from now on, everything that Fangalo has done has nothing to do with the Vatican. The Vatican will no longer help him clean up the mess and provide him with resources.
As soon as the news came out, Fangallo's dark material appeared in newspapers and on the Internet. He blushed his neck and scolded the staff; he was dragged into the police station in violation of the rules; he shook his head and jumped under the lantern, confused His expression looked like he had taken drugs; he confessed to Zhao Wenyan, the CEO of Xinghui Entertainment Company, he was refused, and his face was twisted, his eyes were horrible; he was suppressed on the ground by several medical staff, yelling wildly, but then in the next second It turned into an ignorant expression, and asked people around me where he was ...
Videos of this kind were posted one after another on the Internet, becoming shells that destroyed him, and shattered the popularity and prestige he had accumulated.
"Van Galaro Playing Big Names", "Van Galaro Drunk Driving", "Van Galaro's Private Life Erosion", "Van Galaro Suspected of Homosexuality, or Bisexuality", "Van Galaro is a neuropathy, has multiple personalities, and has "Violence and Antisocial Tendency", the headlines published by the media are more than sensational, and Luo Zhi's convictions are also more serious than one, which attracted the people in the circle and the general public to rush around like hyenas, and work together to tear Van Gogh into pieces.
From the eighteenth line to the second-line star, Fangallo spent more than half a year. From the second-line star to the scum of the entire network, he only spent three days. No one thought that Fan Luoshan could be so unsympathetic, holding the adopted child to heaven with one hand, and pushing the other into with the other hand, just like the God who dominates everything, making it crazy and perishing.
Three days is not long, short is not short, enough brokerage companies to give corresponding countermeasures. But the central figure of the incident has never been able to contact, and there is no way to cooperate with the company to solve the problem, so public opinion has been fermenting and going uncontrollably to a worse situation.
"Vangallo scum, Vangalo rolled out of the entertainment world!" Has become a politically correct slogan, spreading in every corner of social media. The netizens who turned his head into black and road into black did not know anything about it, and it is no exaggeration to say that the entertainment circle no longer has a place for Fangaro's standing cone.

Three days later, the sleeping young man finally opened his dark eyes and sat up slowly. He wiped the hair that fell on his forehead behind his head, revealing a beautiful face, but this face is now undergoing a slow change, those sharp lines are softened bit by bit, and those heavy grievances are traced. The wisps are converging, and the skin that is fairer than ordinary people is now white to transparent, while the pale pink lips are as red as blood.
Only this tiny, almost imperceptible change by others made the youth feel a bit strange. He walked to the kitchen without any hassle, poured a glass of water, opened the phone spontaneously after drinking one bite, and checked the information received these days. All actions were like the original Van Gogh.
Dense prompts made this empty room noisy, and various private messages were mixed with curses and verbal abuse, venting their heads on the youth. He soon realized his predicament, but the faint smile in his mouth did not diminish, nor did he run out of the door for help, but patiently read the news one by one to understand the status quo, and finally put down his phone, Walked into the bathroom, undressed, and stood under the shower head sprayed with cold water.
He didn't smear any toiletries, but he looked up with his head closed and his eyes closed, as if contemplating. The water washed over his thin body, and I didn't know what triggered it. It caused his pale skin to emit a dark black light. These lights slowly condensed, and then formed a small Sanskrit, which formed a lotus shape, oval shape, concentric shape. The pattern, floating densely on his pale skin, from the cheek to the neck, from the scapula to the back, from the hip to the calf, there is almost no free space.
The youth opened his eyes, carelessly touched these Sanskrit patterns, then turned off the faucet, dried his body, and returned to the living room.
The mobile phone placed on the dining table rang continuously. Since no one answered it, it hung up automatically. After a while, it started to sound madly again, with a smell of perseverance.
Surrounded by a bath towel around his waist, the young man walked past slowly, and "feed" lazily after connecting the phone.
The person over there heard his voice that he didn't even see in a panic, and suddenly exploded, screaming loudly, and said: "Van Galo, you are limited to 20 minutes to the company, otherwise I will let you never turn over. Earth! "
"You are waiting." Fangallo chuckled and hung up.
Never turn over? This sentence seems to run through his short but long life, and why has he ever been afraid?