Hyperthermal Hell || Apocalypse Paradise #1 [Complete]

58: You Thought You Could Guess What Was Coming Nex

As Voley was bundled up like a parcel and thrown into the back of Lin Sanjiu's truck, Marcie crouched beside Septimus in her cubicle.

"Hey, wake up," she said, slapping Septimus's face.

The latter quickly opened his drowsy eyes. Once he woke up, the pain at the back of his head also started throbbing. Septimus breathed in deeply with a hiss before asking, "What's going on? Why am I tied up?"

Marcie stared at him with her emerald eyes. "Nothing. I just have the sudden impulse to talk to you."

"Why do you have to tie me up? Oh... it must be Lin Sanjiu, right? Is she here?" When Septimus thought of this, he immediately looked around cautiously but spotted no one else. Marcie smiled at him and sat across him so that their eyes were at the same level.

"Septimus, even though our relationship is the worst, and we argue every time we meet — I have to admit that this time, we seemed to get along quite well."

"Did Lin Sanjiu say something to you?" Septimus asked in response, then coughed a few times. "I'd advise you to listen to my side of the story..."

Without giving a proper response to Septimus, Marcie continued her monologue with a smile. "Of all the other eleven personalities, you are the second to last person I wouldn't wish to see."

Those words seemed to possess some sort of magic, as Septimus suddenly fell silent. He did not ask her who the first position belonged to.

"Isn't it great that the sociopath didn't appear? What sort of disorder did the sociopath have again..." She looked at the person in front of her and continued. "You should still remember what happened, right? Luther was sent to a mental asylum. Many international experts came to diagnose him and confirmed our presence; they confirmed 11 personalities."

Marcie's gentle voice reverberated in the small cubicle, but the bound person became quiet.

"None of the doctors met the last personality before, and we were also unfamiliar with him. Just when everyone thought that the 12th personality did not exist, a female doctor arrived. Do you still remember? She was quite beautiful... To understand more about this rare dissociative identity disorder, she spoke to Luther for an entire night... The next day, people found her stark naked in her own office.

"They found her looking like a pregnant woman with a bulging belly. Inside her, they found items in her office such as her cushion, her files... all soaked in blood. They also found the words 'I'm 12th' sewed on her belly, and there was even a heart-shaped mark left beside those words.

"12th. That was the only thing the doctors knew about that personality. No one had ever seen him. Was it male or female? How old was he? What was his name? Nobody knew a thing. They could only conclude one thing from his behavior and it's that he is a sociopath with a—"

Septimus opened his mouth, "An antisocial personality disorder."

His manner of speaking was a little weird. His enunciation carried a vague, ambiguous allure; his voice was velvety, and he seemed to pronounce each word with a twisted charm that made others want to hear him speak. Whether it was Luther or Septimus, neither spoke that way.

Marcie's expression changed immediately. She had been trying her best to stop her hand from trembling. She inhaled sharply and asked, "How can you prove that you are the real Septimus?"

He lifted his head and looked at Marcie for a moment before he flashed her a sincere smile.

"Oh, forget it. To be honest, it is quite tiring to mimic the way Septimus speaks," he said in a light and mild-mannered tone; it was a little unclear, but entirely different from how he usually spoke.