Doctor Song's Hidden New Wife

Gu Baisheng returned home in a daze.

Washed up and went to bed in a daze.

I fell asleep in a daze until midnight.

Also had a dream in a daze.

In the dream, Song Shuang went to Furong Street with her.

Song Shuang bought roasted sweet potatoes with her.

When it was snowing, Song Shuang took off the black scarf from her neck and wrapped it around her neck.

Then ask her gently: "Do you like this snowy day?"

"I like it." Her voice was full of youthful vigor, as lively as a silver bell.

Snowflakes fell from the sky.

Fall on their shoulders, hair.

She was afraid that he would be cold, so she took the initiative to wrap one side of the scarf around his neck.

Then he looked at his turquoise military uniform and smiled silly.

He asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

She said: "A scarf surrounded the two of us, and we were inseparable for the rest of our lives."

"Little fool."

He laughs at her.

She looked up to see his face.

He has a handsome face, plump and handsome, jade-like eyebrows and eyes, and a gentle appearance with the elegance and reservedness of a southern man.

But suddenly.

The screen turns.

He lay in the cold morgue.

His complexion was pale, his whole body was stiff, without a trace of warmth.

She rushed over and shook him: "Song Shuang, Song Shuang!"

She called his name.

A childish child next to him was also crying, "Daddy!"

In the blink of an eye, she saw the five-year-old child, whose facial features seemed to be exactly the same as Song Shuang's.

Heartbeat stopped suddenly.

She opened her eyes suddenly and bounced off the bed.

"No!"

She exclaimed.

Silent night.

Song Shuang frowned, sat up from her side, held her cold and trembling fingertips, and asked her, "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Baisheng turned his head, the tears on his face were still wet, he bit his lower lip and asked him: "The child calls you father, I dreamed that a child called your father! He looks exactly like you!"

Song Shuang saw her agitated and incoherent.

Gently stroking her back, like coaxing a child who has just been full moon, comforting her gently: "You have had a nightmare, and what you dreamed is not real."

Gu Baisheng broke down a little, and raised his hand to cover his face.

Tears flowed continuously from the eyes.

It fell on the quilt along the fingers.

Song Shuang frowned worriedly: "What else did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that you took me to Furong Street, and it snowed, and you wrapped a black scarf around my neck."

Song Shuang's fingers stroking her back suddenly paused slightly: "Black scarf?"

"Ah."

Song Shuang's eyes changed.

He looked at the red scarf on the hanger in the bedroom.

But after glancing at her lightly, she took her gaze back and asked her, "What else?"

Gu Baisheng's body stiffened suddenly.

It seemed that he was asked about something heartbreaking.

She turned around suddenly, threw herself into his arms, hugged his waist, and cried: "I dreamed that you died, I was so scared..."

She was indeed frightened.

Song Shuang hugged her, and could clearly feel her thin body trembling in his arms.

Such obvious fear is conveyed most directly from the physical performance.

Song Shuang gently kissed her hair, and comforted her gently: "It's all fake, don't be afraid."

"But the things in the dream are so real, as if they really happened."

"It didn't happen, it's all fake."

"I dreamed that I gave birth to a son for you. When he was five years old, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to yours, like a shrunken version of you."

She raised her head from his arms and looked at Song Shuang's face.

As if trying to compare the similarity between her and that child's face.

Song Shuang touched her back: "Did the talk about getting pregnant yesterday put pressure on you?"

"No……"

She shook her head.

She just felt that the thrilling in the dream made her unable to calm down now.

"Since there is no pressure, do you want to consider giving me a baby?"

Song Shuang asked again.

Gu Baisheng looked up from his arms.

Song Shuang gently stroked her back and comforted her: "I dreamed that we had a son, probably because the son really wanted to come to us, other parents went to pick up the baby, but our baby couldn't wait for us. "

Seeing the seriousness he said, Gu Baisheng couldn't think about it: "Really?"

"real."

What Song Shuang said was true.

Gu Baisheng bit his lower lip.

Song Shuang smiled, put her on the bed, kissed the tip of her nose, "Are we going to work harder?"

Gu Baisheng frowned, looking at his face, always felt that something was not right.

But Song Shuang didn't give her a plan to sort out her thoughts.

Possessed, he held her waist and gently blocked her lips.

His thin lips seemed to carry a dizzying magic power.

Gu Baisheng was so touched by him that he couldn't think, his mind was muddled.

Song Shuang saw her becoming more and more confused with her movements, and couldn't help but pamperingly raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes crying from nightmares.

"Hey, look at me, don't think about things in your dreams."

Gu Baisheng's eyes looked at him, and his eyes were all about him.

The dream was also messed up by his invasion.

It's hard to finish.

Gu Baisheng was already tired and fell asleep.

Song Shuang pulled the silk on her body, covered her white shoulders exposed in the air, and kissed her forehead cherishingly.

Even with a different body.

Her eyesight, demeanor, and way of thinking are still the same as the old Gu Baisheng.

Apart from being sober at work, I'm just a little confused between the sheets.

Very coaxing.

Also very simple.

He likes such a simple little confusion, all the initiative is in his hands.

The feeling of firmly locking his beloved woman made him so addicted that he couldn't extricate himself.

She is like Poppy.

Swaying, open.

Make his addiction bigger and bigger.

And she never knew how much he cared about her in his heart.

Song Shuang gently smoothed her messy temple hair with her fingers, and looked at her sleeping face with heavy eyes.

Think carefully about what she said when she woke up from the nightmare just now.

Hibiscus Street.

Heavy snowfall.

Black scarf.

A kid just like him.

He lowered his eyes, covered the light in his eyes, and spent a little time with her tenderly.

Only then did he lift the quilt, get up and throw the red scarf into the trash can, and took out a black scarf from the closet and put it on the hanger.

After doing this, he went back to bed.

She is still asleep.

Song Shuang gently supported her lower back, looked at her, and couldn't help but kissed the corner of her lips and collarbone again.

She made him addicted.

……

"Some memories will be confused after being strongly suggested."

In the classroom of Beicheng University.

The doctor in a white coat pointed to the case on the slide: "This is a hypnosis guide given by Kliman, a psychologist in country D, to his wife in 1967. Her wife was devastated by the death of a pair of children and once lost Losing the courage to live, he mutilated himself many times and attempted suicide. At that time, Professor Kliman, who was a psychiatrist and hypnotist, adopted a pair of children of the same age as his own from an orphanage, and revisited the old place. , in the same place, at a similar time, to do what Mrs. Kleiman and the children did before, to subtly replace and tamper with Mrs. Kleiman's memory."

The students under the podium let out a low exclamation: "Is this okay?"

The teacher on the podium nodded: "But there are very few successful cases of this kind, and it takes a lot of energy, time, and even money to do it. The most important thing is that it requires emotion."

The students in the audience didn't quite understand.

A student raised his hand.

The teacher on the stage raised his eyebrows, indicating that he could ask.

When the students were called, they immediately stood up and asked, "Why is emotion also listed as a prerequisite element?"

"Tamering a person's past memories requires many attempts to erase and cover the previous memories with new memories. Therefore, without feelings as a premise, one will not spend time, energy and money to do these things."

"After the success, will the other party believe in these memories?"

"It depends on whether the person whose memory has been tampered with and hypnotized is very engraved with the original memory. If he encounters something or someone related to that memory, then the original memory that has been tampered with will be as if it has been opened. poured out like a flood from the sluice."

The students listened very carefully.

And the lecturer on the stage also reminded: "This is a terrible thing. When a person's tampered and obliterated memory returns to her mind, she will resent, feel cheated, and collapse because of it. Therefore, I I advise everyone not to try it if it is not necessary."

The students in the audience whispered a few words.

At this time, it happened to be the end of class time.

The lecturer glanced at his watch and put away the textbooks he brought: "I will tell you about other cases of Kliman's memory tampering method when I have a chance, but today, the class time is over."

The students stood up smiling.

The lecturer greeted everyone with his own textbook and left.

After leaving the classroom.

There were already people waiting for him outside the door.

"Xiao Min leaves school at [-]:[-], you must remember to pick him up."

The woman handed him the car keys in her hand.

The lecturer said coldly: "I drove here myself."

"Give me your car keys, and you drive my car there, otherwise Xiao Min won't recognize it."

"No need, we are all related by blood, Xiao Min recognizes it."

Men don't want to bother.

The woman sneered, "Really? A cold-blooded animal like you still remembers blood relationship?"

The man was displeased: "Chen Chen!"

"Okay, Forensic Doctor Su, the time is up, hurry up, I still have surgery to do."

Chen Chen stepped forward to leave.

Su Yuanyi suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm: "You haven't given me what I want."

He held his arm, Chen Chen frowned impatiently, took out a kraft paper information bag from his bag, and then patted it in his hand: "Here you are, Su University forensic doctor!"

Su Yuan didn't care too much when she said it in a strange way.

But after Chen Chen left, he raised his hand to untie the white string of the leather information bag, and then pulled out the stack of things from it.

That's dozens of photos.

different angle.

Different poses, different expressions.

The first [-] or so pictures are of the same person, and the last [-] or so pictures are of another person.

Su Yuanyi looked at the woman's smile, lowered eyes, and a series of facial expressions captured in the photo.

Can't help frowning.

He took a rough look at the photos, and he took out two photos with almost the same movements, and compared the faces and expressions of two women with different appearances in the photos.

He was shocked to find that the eyes of these two people were surprisingly and weirdly similar.

This similarity has nothing to do with appearance.

It's a similarity that makes people feel hairy.