"Hey classmate, can you do me a flavor?"

Skeleton looks back, the small sunlight shining into the bottom of his eyes, revealing lazy but sparkling eyes, like a small cat waking up from sleep in the afternoon, so mysterious and strange when he narrows his eyes.

Ah~ The closer look is more exciting...

His temperament is mild, his handsome face is gentle, at first glance, he doesn't appear to be offensive at all, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that not seem like a businessman but more like a researcher.

Skeleton turns his head to the side without saying a word.

"...?"

Skeleton's voice has a problem so he rarely speaks, these are the problems recorded in the documents that he soon read.

But at least he has a little reaction, not a rebuff.

Phantom curls the corner of his mouth, gently standing beside him.

He stands not far from Skeleton, just barely able to hear Skeleton talking in a low voice.

He doesn't rush to open his mouth, but stands beside him to watch for a while, then slowly opens his mouth: "Do you like basketball?"

Skeleton glances at him lazily, doesn't know what he wants, and doesn't completely pay attention, just gently shook his head.

I stopped playing these sports when I was in high school.

Instead gambling, racing, horse racing, gunfights,...

Except for banned substance, everything I tried all, now it's boring to watch it again.

Maybe this is also one of the reasons why I became so bad when I was young?

Phantom laughs and changes the subject.

It's just that Phantom is only oriented towards teenage years of Skeleton's age, so Skeleton isn't interested in the slightest.

Skeleton is still just staring at the basketball court with a little interest.

Until on the basketball court comes a scream of pain that causes everyone to gather around the basketball court.

Phantom doesn't know what is going on, but he keeps his eye on Skeleton, and suddenly he notices a slight smile on his always lazy face.

Why do I feel...something has to do with this little canary?

Phantom raises his eyebrows slightly in surprise: "What happened over there?"

Skeleton lazily shakes his head, through the few questions he asked just now, he also directly guessed.

"Wither asked you to come here?"

He nods and admits, "...That's right."

He smiles and says, "You're really smart." - His way of speaking honestly makes others believe.

Skeleton curves the corner of his lips, but there is no smile in his eyes, turns his head to look at the basketball court: "Is it so."

Hearing the discussion of people around, Phantom knows that someone accidentally fell and broke his leg, now unable to move, the situation seems quite serious.

Seeing the stretcher coming from the medical room, Skeleton slowly turns his head and says faintly: "Let's talk about it in a quieter place."

Phantom curves the corner of his mouth, a glint of darkness in his eyes.

Ah~ Very beautiful, but also very dangerous...

...

In the courtly cafe in the school garden. Skeleton sits facing him on the bench by the window.

Although at first glance Skeleton doesn't notice at all, every time Phantom asks a question he answers normally.

Phantom gently closes the notebook, a faint smile on his face as if it could reassure others, carrying a sense of unspeakable elegance.

"Classmate Skeleton, It seems like I am the only one who asking you all this time, don't you have any questions you wanna ask me?"

He very calmly answered each of my questions, didn't show any discomfort, he was so obedient that I'm so a bit surprised...

Skeleton glances up at him, his beautiful face filled with a sense of indifference.

"Ask you? If you can answer, Wither can also answer, instead of asking you, why don't I ask him when he's in control of it all."

His words are unusually sharp, but his tone is very calm, as if he was just speaking casually.

It's the first time I had met such a contradictory person,

His background and his attitude and words are completely opposite.

It's like...a different person inside body...

He gently strokes the notebook, with some vague speculation in his heart, smiling and standing up.

"We'll stop here for now, you've worked hard, if there's a chance, please have a meal with me next time."

His words are polite, Skeleton hums lightly then doesn't pay any attention to him.

Talking too politely.

Skeleton picks up a cup of black coffee, his face expressionless watches him leave.

...

Phantom goes out to the café. A black car seemed to have been waiting there for quite some time.

Phantom walks over, opens the door to get in the car, and there were three people sitting inside.

Wither sitting in the passenger seat directly asks: "How it was?"

"He's very interesting." He flips through his notebook, carefully recalling it.

"Intelligent, calm, without even a single superfluous emotion, completely contrary to his background."

Wither frowns: "What do you mean?"

"Usually from the way a person speaks, we can see the essence of that person's personality, while talking together I have step by step quickly analyzed his personality. Restraint, decisiveness accounts for 80%, in short, very interesting..."

He glances at Wither: "His personality is very similar to yours, sir."

Ignoring his expression, Phantom smiles and continues: "A teenager living in a deserted mountain village, as far as I know, he should be at least a little shy, timid, no matter how strong his mentality is, it is inevitable to feel panic. But I can't see any fear in him at all."

The people in the car doesn't speak a word, Phantom doesn't care, directly sums up.

"I still have to continue to observe him to come to a final conclusion, for now I can only guess that...he may have a multiple personality disorder."

Wither's face sinks completely: "Multiple personality disorder?..."