Obsessed with father and son weaving dreams

opportunity.

In fact, the law is also sentient, otherwise why the mentally ill are mostly acquitted of killing people.

Xiao Yan is a pity for a man, it's a pity that he has been ill for so many years and lived in a dream, giving up this world!

It's a pity that if he uses his power to pull people back from the hazy boundary, what awaits him is a real shooting.

"What's your name?" Doctor Xiao Yan knew that the man could hear what he said, so he opened his mouth and asked the man.

If Xiao Yan hadn't lowered his head and saw the stuffy rice in the basin, there wouldn't even be any fishy smell in the dish, it was really just white rice.

He would wonder if the person in front of him was eating some delicacies from mountains and seas, and he chewed them silently with relish, which really made people want to whet their appetites.

The man didn't answer him, but quickly avoided him far away with difficult movements, and turned into a very scared look.

Xiao Yan returned the concave aluminum basin that was put on the ground and was licked clean by the man to the nurse, and softly asked her to go out first, perhaps because he was worried that this person who had been ill for many years would dislike him, so he did not move for the time being.

For a while, there were only Xiao Yan and the people shy away from Xiao Yan in the ward.

Xiao Yan slowly gained the man's trust and let go of his defenses like a patient who resisted him when he met someone for the first time. Xiao Yan lifted the man's long hair on his forehead, and it was a familiar face that could not be called clean.

There are a few grains of white rice on the man's hooked nose, and there are crystal grains of rice sticking to both sides of his beautiful melon-seeded face, and his eyes are clearly anxious when they meet him.

Without the smile from a long time ago, and the warmth of Wen Xi's spring breeze, Xiao Yan stared at him blankly, as if he had an intoxicated vision that he didn't know what day and night it was.

Xiao Yan never forgot the face he sees every day on this phone wallpaper.

After so many years, the feeling of this face reappearing in front of him is not particularly exciting, it is the surging state of mind of reunion many times in imagination.

Quietly, Xiao Yan plucked off a grain of rice, wondering if he was hungry, Xiao Yan didn't hesitate to use a mask through the sky, and ate them into his mouth one by one, and nothing stuck to his head Let go of one.

"You are also in the underworld, are you dead too?" The man looked at the person who kindly helped him to sit on the hospital bed and asked him sympathetically.

"Are you in pain?" Xiao Yan didn't answer him, almost without any hesitation, he loosened the tight medical corset and whispered in his ear as if promising: "I will take care of you in the future, soon get rid."

"I don't want to remove it!" The man told him seriously.

The feeling that she wanted to be forced to hug her was very opposed to his words of caring for her, shaking her head as far as she could to hide from him, still resisting this space that suddenly broke the isolation of her headache and troubles.

Controlled by others from the beginning, the dream is connected with reality, and I have to believe that she is tortured by a person who has problems in her heart all the time.

She firmly believed in her heart that he was still alive, even though the ethereal voice told her that she was dead.

Now in the underworld, if she goes back, the only way is to kill, one or two, they are all evil ghosts pretending to be human, she resists, unable to resist and can only passively accept all the information from the man.

Before eating many times, the ethereal voice told her that there was medicine in it, or that it would be difficult to go back after eating the meal in the underworld.

In the past, the ethereal voice kept asking him to die, and went down to accompany him, saying that he had been atoning for her, some very inexplicable words.

Disgusted by the constant nagging and noisy voices, she decided to die many times, and tried hard on herself many times, but all failed. Later, she was brought here by the prison guards.

Get treatment, really say the technology is too advanced, even here it is still controlled.

All the senses in her internal organs are controlled, and her every move is monitored all the time. Does she sometimes suspect that the person on the other end is a human?

Most of all, she hoped that the man would die quickly to get rid of his boring behavior, and liberate herself to be a normal person, not a misunderstood mental illness.

Although she herself realized that in some aspects of her behavior she had stepped on the ladder of a mentally ill person in the eyes of others, she thought it was because she had been with men for a long time.

Anyone who gets along with such an abnormal person for a long time can't change their mentality, let alone she doesn't understand why she trusts men unconditionally in most cases.

When she heard that a man was sick, she would feel anxious to death, wishing to fly out of her body to see him.

He obviously didn't say a joke that was worth laughing at, she would laugh non-stop when she passively accepted it, even though it sounded creepy to others, she laughed at herself.

No matter who heard it, they would point at her and call her mentally ill, and look at her with strange eyes!

When she felt sad and wanted to cry, she would cry non-stop, and she didn't know why she cried with that kind of exaggeration as if deliberately venting.

Putting on the hat of mental illness is harder to take off but there is a thrill of revenge.

In fact, she also doubted whether she was her or not, and she couldn't remember many things clearly, as if someone had forcibly snatched away her precious memories for many years.

It’s like there is a stack of books in my head, and one day masked robbers came in and took away a lot of lonely books, and the rest were some hidden books hidden deep in my mind, which opened up the most evil book in the depths of my mind. Dirty heart pool, changing side by side, I deal with it with a weak and uncontrollable consciousness.

To outsiders, it might seem stupid to deal with herself and torment herself, but deep down in her subconscious mind she doesn't want to do something she regrets and hurt innocent people.

Not only is it so simple, the clever robber has placed a wiretapping device, and all the information that can be made into a book can be recorded verbatim by the multi-functional command wiretapping needle.

Under the premise of threatening her life, she kept communicating with her, even though she was willing to listen to men or women's voices sometimes.

Magical change, or the law of deceit, does not deny his existence. From the moment he speaks, it cannot be changed. The existence of contradictions cannot be changed. The existence of chaos, she always thinks that way.

Living in chaos and panic at night, people invisible during the day are still in her ears, in her head, in her stomach, in the air, beside her, chattering non-stop, or the voice she is used to, although she can’t hate it, she can only Helpless to accept everything.

Mind communication is really very high-tech. A man knows what she thinks in her heart. The function is similar to the function that can easily convert voice into text.

But it must be more high-tech. I just thought of something in my heart, and I quickly saw the words over there. I forgot whether it was a man who said it. I still guessed it.

Sometimes, she always felt like acting, but every time she was in the lead role, the director was the man who controlled her, and it was not surprising that the man never said anything.

It can only be the most appropriate adjective to describe how miserable every day before meeting Dr. Xiao Yan, troubled and helpless.

Later, Xiao Yan often went to see the man to take care of him, and had many impulses to help the man cut off his shoulder-length hair and restore it to the sharp, elite short hair.

No matter where a man is, he is a dazzling existence that cannot be ignored. Xiao Yan always remembers a man every time he gets off work.

Wearing a light gray suit, paired with short hair that always has a fruity scent, the sign of never growing a beard always attracts extra attention, completely comparable to the soft and shining moonlight, clean.

It has always been engraved in Xiao Yan's heart, so many years later, whenever he thinks of the sweet smile, he will always feel throbbing and eager to see the man.

He has always wanted to ask him something, but seeing the person whose memory has been sucked away by the illness and turned into what he is now, he can't ask him no matter what.

In the end, Dr. Xiao Yan fed Yao Nasi the bitter medicine, maybe it was really too bitter, Yao Nasi frowned tightly.

Xiao Yan tucked the corner of the quilt for Yao Nasi, the phone vibrated, Xiao Yan looked back deeply at Yao Nasi who was still restless even when she was asleep, and walked out of the room.

He went to one of the consulting rooms assigned to him by the hospital, closed the door, and immediately connected the phone, which was from the detective.

Xiao Yan turned on the computer, hung up the call, and within five seconds, the fax machine spat out printed documents that were ready to be sent.

Xiao Yan almost couldn't wait to pull it out. There were twelve photos in total. There were three photos on the desktop of the computer that was not closed. Xiao Yan printed them out without hesitation.

Xiao Yan never for a moment forgot that the man was still carrying a murder case, and Xiao Yan never gave up any chance to exonerate him.

Detectives who want to help him find people, help him find evidence, after all, he has limited resources, this is the most complete information, all men's information, from childhood to adulthood, married and married, imprisoned and hospitalized, circle of friends, place of work Nothing was left behind, and it was obvious that the detective was doing his job well.

Xiao Yan flipped through one by one, without using the fast-reading concept of ten lines at a glance, his face gradually changed as he was pressed by his fingers one by one, Xiao Yan memorized every word in his heart, and acted completely unconsciously.

Putting away the important materials, but getting more and more upset, shifting my mind to look at the photos, except for knowing one of the men, the other two are completely unknown.

Fortunately, there are contact information and names on it, one woman and one man, Yang Suru, Qiu Liang.

The victim's good sister, who had lost contact with her for many years, used to talk about everything.

One is Yao Nasi's real name Rong Qingcheng's boss and only friend who has not changed for many years.

And the man he knew was the victim's lover, in the final analysis, the real culprit who killed the victim.

After Rong Qingcheng voluntarily surrendered, of course he had to file a case for investigation. In the end, the police station collected evidence and accepted the man who had taken his clean testimony, and punished him as a long-planned murder case.

Since ancient times, killing people paid for their lives, maybe the man walked into that place with the mentality of never returning, confessed and closed the case.

After Yao Nasi woke up, Dr. Xiao Yan was not there. Just now she had a long dream and was haunted by nightmares. She couldn't escape. The feeling of being on the scene is so real. Although it did happen, the old movies in the past were just re-occurrences.