Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Personality Test

After lunch, the personality test began as scheduled.We sat at the long table in the school cafeteria and waited. The person who performed the test called ten names at a time, and the people who were called went to different test rooms.I sat next to Caleb and my neighbor Susan sat across from me. Susan's father commutes to work, so he has a car that takes her to and from school every day.He suggested that we ride back together, but as Caleb said, we preferred to start later than to bother them. Definitely. The testers are mainly composed of altruistic volunteers.According to the express regulations, the testers are not allowed to test students from this faction, so a polymath is arranged in one test room, and a fearless person is arranged in the other.The rules also say that we can't prepare for the test in any way, so I don't know anything about personality tests.

I looked around, looking away from Susan to the long Dauntless table on the other side of the restaurant.They played cards leisurely, made noise and laughed wildly without restraint.At another table, students from the school of erudition chattered about issues in books and magazines, and their desire for knowledge seemed to never stop. Some friendly girls in red and yellow sat on the floor playing a game, and they sat in a circle, playing a game of high-fives with rhyming songs, bursting into laughter every now and then because someone else had been knocked out, The loser has to sit in the middle of the circle.At the table next to them, the honest boys were gesticulating wildly, as if arguing about something, but some people still had smiles on their faces, showing that the disagreement was not serious.

At the altruistic table, we just sat quietly waiting to be tested.Partisan norms govern not only our actions, but also our likes and dislikes.I sometimes wonder if there are some learned people who don't like the pursuit of knowledge, and whether there are some honest people who don't like eloquence, but even if we don't want to, we must never violate the norms of the faction. not excluded. The next group called Caleb's name, and he walked confidently to the testing room.I didn't have to bless or reassure him that there was nothing to be nervous about.He knew what faction he belonged to, at least for the years we spent together, he always did.My earliest memory of him is when we were four years old and he scolded me for not giving up my jump rope to a little girl who had nothing to do on the playground.Caleb didn't lecture me very often, but I always remember the look of disapproval on his face.

I tried to explain to Caleb that I have a different nature from him—for example, on the bus that day, I never thought of giving up my seat to that honest man, but Caleb didn't understand.He always said, "Just do what you have to do." It was easy for him, as if it should be the same for me. My stomach cramped.I closed my eyes and remained silent until Caleb sat down beside me again ten minutes later. His face was as pale as plaster, and his trembling hands kept rubbing back and forth on his thighs, just like when I was desperately trying to wipe off the cold sweat from my palms.I opened my mouth to ask him, but hesitated.I can't ask him about his test results, and he can't tell me.

An Altruistic volunteer called out the names to be tested for the next round: two from the Fearless, two from the Erudite, two from the Friendly, and two from the Honest, followed by "Susan Blake of the Unselfish" and Beatrice Pullell". I stood up, and I should have stood up, but if I had another choice, I'd rather sit till the end. I felt a bubble in my chest rapidly expanding, and it was about to blow me apart.I followed Susan to the testing room.It can be difficult for people to tell who we are.No wonder they were confused, because we wore the same clothes, had the same blonde hair, and wore the same hairstyle.The only difference, maybe, is that Susan won't be as nervous as I am.It can be seen that although her hands are shaking, it is not like I have to hold on to the hem of the clothes to stabilize them.

Awaiting us were ten test rooms lined up outside the restaurant.This is my first time here as the testing room is dedicated to personality tests.Other classrooms in the school are divided by glass, but these partitions are all mirrored.I looked at my pale, nervous and frightened self in the mirror, and walked slowly towards the testing room No. 6. I heard that the tester was a woman from the Fearless faction.I glanced at Susan, she was also very nervous, and she gave me an unnatural smile as she walked towards the fifth test room. Walking into testing room No. 6, there was a young Dauntless woman waiting for me.Unlike other young dreadnoughts I've seen, she's less grim-faced, dressed in jeans and a men's-like black blazer, and has small, dark, sharp eyes.When she turned to close the door, I saw an eagle tattooed on the back of her neck, black and white, with one eye red.If I hadn't raised my throat nervously, I would definitely have asked her what that meant, there must be a deep meaning in it.

Surrounded by mirrors, I looked at the countless selves inside: blurred figures under gray robes, slender necks, thick knuckles, and red hands.Under the light, the ceiling was shining white.In the center of the room, there is a reclining chair similar to that used by dentists to extract teeth, and a machine is placed beside it.This place looks like something terrible is going to happen. "Don't be afraid," she said, "it won't hurt." Her hair was black and straight, but under the light, I saw strands of gray hair intermingled with it. "Come on, sit here and relax," she said. "Call me Tori."

I lumbered into the chair and lay down gently, resting my head on the headrest of the chair.White light hit my eyes.Tori was busy tidying up the messy plug-ins on the machine, and the tangled wires made me dizzy. I refrained from looking and turned my attention to Tori. Tori put an electrode pad on my forehead. "Why choose Eagle?" I couldn't help blurting out. "I've never met such a curious altruistic." She raised her eyebrows at me. I trembled nervously, and the goosebumps on my arms instantly rose.A man of my origin should have no curiosity, much less any violation of the standard of disinterestedness.

Humming softly while attaching another electrode pad to my forehead, Tori explained: "In ancient times, in some areas, the eagle represented the sun. The reason for choosing this pattern was: If the sun is tattooed on the body, I will never be afraid of the dark again." I tried my best not to ask more questions, but I still blurted out: "Are you afraid of the dark?" "I used to be afraid of the dark," she corrected me, attaching the next electrode pad to her own forehead, and then began to plug in the wire. "The eagle always reminds me of that fear that has been overcome." She shrugged. .

She stood behind me and dragged the wires to the pads on my forehead, then connected the wires to her body and the machine behind her.I gripped the armrest of the recliner tightly, my knuckles turning white.At this time, she handed me a small bottle of clear liquid. "Drink it." "What is this?" I felt my throat swell up, and it was difficult to swallow, "What will happen if I drink it?" "Can't tell you, but trust me." I let out a long breath, poured the liquid in the bottle into my mouth, and closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, it felt like only a moment had passed, and I was no longer where I was.I went to the school cafeteria again, but all the long tables were gone, and snowflakes were falling outside the glass wall.On the table in front of me were two baskets, one containing a hunk of cheese and the other a knife as long as my forearm.

A woman's voice came from behind: "Choose one." "Why?" I asked. "Choose quickly," she repeated. I looked behind me, there was no one there, and I turned back to look at the basket: "What am I going to use this for?" "Choose quickly," she growled. The fear was dispelled by this roar, and instead I took courage, frowned, crossed my arms, and stood where I was. "Whatever you want," she said. At this time, the basket disappeared.There was a creaking sound of the door, and I turned around to see who it was, but what I saw was no one: a dog with a pointed nose was standing a few meters away from me, with a big grin and sharp white teeth bared, There was a low growl of "woo woo", crawling towards me, as if trying to tear me into pieces at any time.I got scared and realized that the cheese and the knife would come in handy, but it was too late. I subconsciously wanted to run away, but this dog must run much faster than me, and I would definitely not be able to subdue it head-on.My head throbbed and I had to figure something out.I looked at the table next to me, how about jumping behind the table and using the table to block the dog's attack?No, I shuddered: I am so short, how could I jump behind the table?Besides, I couldn't tip the table over with my strength. The dog still made a deep whining sound and approached step by step. I was even more frightened, as if I could hear my own heartbeat. Biology textbooks say that dogs can sniff out the same chemicals secreted by human glands in times of extreme fear that their prey secrete, and they use this sense of fear to attack.Scratching the ground with its paws, it moved slowly towards me, apparently aware of my fear. I couldn't escape, and I couldn't resist, so I just stood there blankly, enduring the dog's smell, restraining myself from thinking about what it ate and why it stinks so much.I stared at its eyes, there was only a black gleam flashing in those eyes, no whites, revealing a murderous look. I tried desperately to think about the habits of dogs.Looking directly into its eyes is provocative for a dog.As a child, I begged my father to adopt a puppy, but staring at the ground in front of this monster's feet, I couldn't remember why I wanted to own such a species.It still howled viciously, and approached me.If looking into a dog's eyes is a challenge, how can I submit to it? My breathing accelerated, but was surprisingly steady.I slowly knelt down and lay down in front of the dog, at the same height as it, and as much as I disliked this approach, I had no choice.I sprawled on the ground with my legs outstretched, elbows on the ground, watching it close to my face, the hot breath from my mouth hissing against my face.My arms were shaking more and more. It was still whining and attacking.I gritted my teeth and almost screamed. At this time, I suddenly felt something wet and rough touching my face, and the surroundings returned to calm.When I looked up again, the dog was sticking out its tongue and panting heavily. It turned out that it was licking my face just now.I frowned helplessly and sat up straight.It raised its front paws to my lap and licked my chin.I flinched back, laughed, and wiped the drool it had dripped on me. "You're not that fierce, are you?" I said to it. I stood up slowly, afraid to provoke him again, but now he didn't seem to be the same dog that confronted me seconds ago.I stretched out a hand to it, cautiously, and was ready to avoid the attack it might launch at any time, but obviously I was overthinking it, and it gave my hand a friendly head.At this time, I suddenly felt relieved that it was the right choice not to choose the dagger. I blinked, and when I opened it again, a little girl in a white dress was standing across the room.She opened her hands and shouted excitedly: "Puppy dog!" She ran towards her shouting, but this dog was not a docile "puppy dog", I was about to warn her, but it was too late, the dog had already turned towards her.This time, it was no longer howling, but roaring, barking, and roaring, and its muscles instantly layered and bulged, like coils coiled together.It is ready to attack!When it flew towards the little girl, I jumped on it without thinking, pressed it under me, and hugged its thick neck tightly with both hands. My head hit the ground hard.When I went to find the little girl and the dog, they disappeared.I was still standing there alone, the testing room was empty.I turned slowly around and was horrified to find that I could not see myself in any mirrors.I pushed open the door and fled into the corridor, but I was stunned again. This was not in the corridor, but on a bus, and it was full. I stood in the aisle of the bus, holding on to a handrail.A man holding a newspaper aloft sat next to me.The newspaper hid his face, but I could see his hands, hands with burn scars.He clutched the newspaper tightly in his hands, as if he would crumple it into a ball at any moment. "Do you know this guy?" he asked me, flicking a photo from the front page of the newspaper.The big headline above said: "The Brutal Murderer Has Finally Been Arrested!" I stared at the words "Murderer" for a long time, but I was already terrified just by looking at the words. I glanced at the photo under the heading, and it was a young man with an average appearance and a beard.I always feel that I know him, but I can't remember exactly how I met him.But at the same time, I felt that it might not be wise to tell the man next to me about it. "How? Do you recognize him?" His voice was full of anger. Unwise, yes, very unwise, never to tell him the truth.My heart beat faster, and I clung to the pole tightly so that my hands would not shake and show my feet.If I say I know this man, there will be trouble.So, it's better to say that I don't know the person in the photo.I could have cleared my throat and shrugged my shoulders, even though that would be lying. I still cleared my throat. "Do you know him?" he asked again. I shrugged. "How about it?" I suddenly felt a chill run through my body.This fear is unreasonable, it's just part of the personality test, and it's not real. "I don't know," I said casually. "Who is he? I don't know." He stood up suddenly, and I finally saw his appearance clearly.The face was as scarred as the hands, with a pair of dark glasses and a crooked mouth.He slowly moved closer to my face, his breath smelling of cigarettes. It's not true, I remind myself.not true. "You're lying," he said, "You're lying!" "I don't." "I can see it in your eyes." "You can't." I straightened my body. He whispered: "If you know him, you can save me, you can save me!" I narrowed my eyes. "But," I said, "I really don't know."