"Please, just let
go! I don't want the money anymore, just let
leave this apartnt building! You can even cut off one of my kidneys!!!"
"No way. We signed an agreent. If you want to leave, you have to survive for seven days."
"Seven days? This Alice Apartnt is full of all kinds of twisted murderers. Forget seven days, I can’t even last one day!!!"
"I'm really begging you... ahhhhh!!"
"Ahhh... help... save ... I... don't want to die..."
...
"My dicine is about to run out again, almost no money left to buy more..."
In Nancheng City, on the street, Jiang Ran, a rather handso young man, looked at the plastic pillbox in his hand that contained only a few white pills left and frowned deeply.
He exhaled a breath of stale air toward the clear blue sky, feeling extrely troubled.
He suffered from severe dissociative identity disorder.
Several personalities existed inside his body.
Normally, he suppressed them by taking dicine. If he didn’t take dicine for a while, the personalities would compete for control of his body and take turns coming out.
Of course, the dissociative identity disorder wasn’t his biggest problem. The worst was that he wasn’t even from this world!!!
He was an Earthling!
But sohow, his soul had transmigrated into a young man nad Jiang Ran in this world called Blue Star.
Soul transmigration happened, and the dissociative identity disorder remained.
And here ca the real trouble. Back on Earth, the psychiatric dicine he took was prepared by an old village herbal doctor, effective, cheap, and with almost no side effects.
But after transmigrating to Blue Star, the good dicine was too expensive to afford.
He had to take garbage dicine with poor effects, unstable conditions, and many side effects.
He truly feared the day he couldn’t afford his dicine anymore, his illness would flare up, and all the personalities in his body would break free.
Actually, the personalities coming out wasn’t the main issue. Jiang Ran knew clearly that none of the personalities inside him were harmless; he was really afraid that one day they would drag him down to end up in a free prison term.
[Ding! Warning: Host is in a dangerous area! Points
1! Points
1! Points...]
At this mont, just as Jiang Ran felt his future was pitch black, a cold chanical voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
This was the Danger Warning System, which bound to Jiang Ran right after he transmigrated.
At first, he was very excited, thinking it was a blessing from heaven.
This life was going to be his path to the pinnacle of success.
But later, he realized this system didn’t seem to be very useful.
Its biggest function was danger warning: when you are in a dangerous area, it would keep adding points to alert you.
This was the first ti the system issued a danger warning.
Startled by the reminder in his mind, Jiang Ran, who had been drifting away in thought, imdiately snapped back to reality.
He looked around and found himself standing outside a grain pancake shop.
At that mont, a very pleasant female announcer’s voice was playing through the shop’s loudspeaker:
"Wangchuan Grain Pancakes! Celebrating 100 years since opening! To thank our new and old custors and friends who support us!!!! Buy a ten-yuan standard grain pancake now and get a lottery ticket!"
"One lottery ticket equals one chance to draw!"
"The grand prizes are as follows!"
"First prize, one winner: a complete apartnt unit in Alice Apartnt!"
"Second prize, two winners: a 100,000 yuan Jack car each!"
"Third prize, three winners: a 3,999 yuan Jack electric bike each!"
"Fourth prize:..."
This was a huge, ti-honored chain grain pancake shop celebrating its 100th anniversary.
The pancakes were delicious, and the advertising was fierce.
It was both an old brand and a trendy snack, so it already had many custors.
Now with a lottery event going on, the queue stretched even longer.
Among the crowd waiting in line, there were voices like: "Damn, first, second, and third prizes are pretty good! Especially the first and second prizes—that’s a house and a car!!!! I usually only buy one pancake! Later I’ll buy three pancakes and draw three tis. God, please let
win at least one!!! Let
make so money!!!"
Voices like these rose one after another.
Of course, there was also a more rational voice, though less frequent.
A middle-aged man standing at the end of the line looked at the unusually large crowd ahead with disdain and said:
"I never see you guys buy anything normally. When there’s a lottery, suddenly everyone’s so eager!"
"A bunch of fools thinking they can win?"
At this mont,
Jiang Ran’s figure stopped completely in front of the pancake shop.
The system in his mind kept reminding him he was in a dangerous area.
But he looked around and didn’t feel anything dangerous.
Especially with so many people here, there seed to be nothing to fear unless the gas inside exploded.
So he just ignored the stupid system completely.
Besides, his stomach was growling loudly.
He might as well buy a pancake to eat.
As for what if there really was danger?
If he died, he died. Living was already a form of suffering.
Being tornted by dissociative identity disorder was just too painful.
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