Perpetrator

What is forgotten is not unimportant, but the fear of taking on the unforgettable.

The overdose body is still a little weak, but he doesn't want to stay in the hospital for a moment, which reminds him of the last time he woke up from a coma.

At that time, I just opened my eyes, like a rare animal discovered by people for the first time, surrounded by water, and the flashing lights of the media made people feel restless.The policeman stood aside and kept asking questions that he couldn't understand. He didn't know what kind of car accident, robbery, or kidnapping was. He just got drunk and drove out and fell into a grass pit. Does the police even need to be called out?

"This is a manifestation of dissociative disorder. Send him to a nursing home."

Shao Li clearly remembered what a certain doctor said at that time, dissociating painful memories or impulses that are not recognized by society from the entire mental activity is called dissociation.No one told him why he had to be in a nursing home, but he had to stay there until he was mentally stable.

Well, it doesn't matter, it's not that he has never been to that kind of place anyway, he knows how to behave as normal as possible in exchange for the fastest chance of being discharged from the hospital, so he only lived there for a few months before returning to the free world.

The car had been repaired, but from that day on, Shao Li never wanted to touch it again. This kind of rejection and fear came out of nowhere, and the various nightmares that followed made him unbearable. A little throbbing, he couldn't help but want to record this weird mood completely.

Smooth lines outline vivid pictures on the paper, all of which are fragments of dreams, roads, woods, bloodstains, and the man who slapped the window hard, the face that can never be seen clearly.

The manuscript has been drawn for several years, and the dream has been made for several years.

so what?Is it time to wrap things up?But Lin Zhanyang... where are you?

There was a knock on the door, and the doctor led the police into the ward. Shao Li frowned unhappily. This scene seemed familiar. This time, he just accidentally took too much medicine. Why did the police appear again?

"What's the matter? Can I be discharged from the hospital?"

The policeman glanced at the doctor, and then said in an official tone, "When the hospital carried out the rescue at your home, they found that there were signs of intrusion on the bay window of your living room. Do you think it is necessary to call the police?"

Invasion?It seems that I did hear some voices before I fell into a coma. Is it really a thief?But... "How did the hospital know?"

"Hey? Didn't you call the emergency call yourself?"

How can it be?I don't have any strength in my body, and I can't even pick up the phone. How can I call the emergency call by myself?Is it possible...

Shao Li looked left and right and rummaged around, and finally found his mobile phone in the drawer beside the bed. The hand holding the mobile phone trembled, but the moment he saw the address book, the trembling stopped, and even his heartbeat almost stopped.Not fear, not excitement, but an unprecedented calm from the depths of the soul.

There is indeed a record of emergency calls in the phone records. The most amazing thing is that his address book has been completely deleted, and only a string of completely unfamiliar numbers is displayed there.

"Sir, do you need to call the police?"

"unnecessary."

"But……"

"I said I don't need it, so I don't need it." Shao Li impatiently stopped the other party from continuing to ask, and turned to ask the doctor who stood aside with an ugly expression. He was obviously frightened by his uncertain mood, but he didn't care about it so much. "Have you notified your family?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, and then replied, "You only have one contact in your phone, and we can only notify him."

"Well, thank you."

The mood was so good that Shao Li unconsciously hummed a song, opened the door of the house, arranged the crooked shoe cabinet, and began to inspect every corner of the house.There is no abnormality anywhere, no thieves or theft, only the drawings on the desk have been turned over.

Sure enough, it's not a thief, what thief doesn't steal just to read comics?Shao Li laughed and rearranged the drawings in order.His fingertips traced blank facial contours one after another. He could already remember that face, but he still didn't want to draw it on paper.

That's it, there's nothing wrong with that.

is reality?Or is it just another dream?Rubbing the rough paper with the tip of the pen, he outlined the toll booth in the evening rain, the terrified maintenance worker, the blocked fence, and the tragic car accident caused by himself, except for the one that was thrown out of the car I can't draw the dead body, what does that woman look like?As if never seen clearly.

Where did the body go?Why didn't the police pursue responsibility?Such doubts spread in my heart like □□, afraid to think, afraid to know the truth, so I instinctively sealed everything related to it in the depths of my memory, and forced to forget it, including the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared in my long life.

Could it be that guy helping him to take the blame?God, what happened after the car accident?In the past six years, not only the other party, but also himself, lost his mobile phone and simply changed the number. It is only now that Shao Li realizes that the relationship between them is so precarious and can be broken so easily.

Their separation was as sudden and invisible as their meeting.

I used more than 60 hours to get used to having you, and spent more than six years to miss you in nightmares, what about you?Will you also miss me in some corner of the world?Shao Li picked up the phone again, stared at the group of unfamiliar numbers, and murmured, "Could it be you?"

He hung his finger on the screen, wanted to press it countless times, and retracted it countless times until the screen became pitch black. After all, he still didn't have the courage to dial the number.

What can I say when I get connected?How are you doing these days?Not good, not good.I want to see him, I can't wait to see him right away, no memories or voices, as long as that real person appears in front of me!

Shao Li grabbed the medicine bottle on the bedside table and threw it into the trash can full of waste paper. He no longer needed to eat such a ghost thing. He had never been more awake than now, and his memory was clearer. Connected, and that crash at the tollbooth wasn't the end, at least not the end he wanted.

The fate is really ridiculous, Shao Li wiped his wet hair and huddled under the quilt in his pajamas.That night, if that guy hadn't forced me to go to Nanyan, maybe he could have saved the woman who was hit, and I wouldn't have lived with this guilt, but if it wasn't for him, I would have died alone last night. This big bed, which is not warm, will not be discovered until it rots and stinks.

It's all messed up, the pace of life is all messed up, what kind of mentality should we use to face it?Whether it is love or hate, this feeling is too deep to describe in words.

The sound of footsteps in the darkness seemed real and unreal. Shao Li didn't know whether he was dreaming or awake. He only felt the warm and somewhat rough palm caressing his cheek, drawing the outline of the jaw provocatively, and sliding his fingertips across Adam's apple, pulling the heat to move to the back of the neck, and then slowly tightened.

Breathing became more and more difficult, Shao Li subconsciously clenched his murderous hands, the breath lingering in his nose was so familiar that he could instinctively call the name that filled his heart without thinking about it.

"Zhanyang, I miss you so much."