deep hypnosis

"How did you come?"

Wu Zhaodi, who was in her pajamas, opened the door, but she said this, as if her own son came back, what an unbelievable thing, there must be a good reason to resolve her doubts.

Yi Yang didn't look at her, and walked in with his head down: "Auntie is gone?"

"Just left! This aunt is very diligent! Have you eaten yet?" Wu Zhaodi stood by the door in embarrassment and watched Yi Yang rummage through his slippers, "Wait for me to get them!"

It was put away.

After Yi Yang changed into his slippers and came in, Wu Zhaodi began to set the dishes and chopsticks: "It's not too hot, but the two of you can make do with it. I'll make egg soup!"

Yi Yang hasn't eaten at the same table with his mother for several years. Even if he didn't move out, he seldom came back from university on weekends. Even when he came back, he would find various excuses to eat out.In Yi Yang's mind, a family eats at the same table, but his only real close blood relative passed away in that accident, and his mother chose to turn a blind eye when he needed protection most because of her own selfishness.He will never be able to untie this knot, but he can't fulfill the obligations of a son, so he can only distance himself from the minutiae of life as much as possible. To a certain extent, this is the limit he can give. punishment.

However, at this moment, seeing Wu Zhaodi whose face was covered with traces of age but had no intention of hiding it, Yi Yang suddenly couldn't bear it.

Life is impermanent, how many days are left for them to get along?He's not that great, and he just summed it up with the word "forgive".He was just sad, watching this once dereliction of duty mother enjoy the moment of joy of preparing meals for her son, and felt heartbroken from the bottom of her heart.

They were supposed to depend on each other, but things backfired. Even if blood is thicker than water, they can never go back.

The mother and son have not communicated for too long, and they are as unfamiliar as a child learning to walk.Wu Zhaodi asked a few questions cautiously, Yi Yang answered ambiguously, and then ate the two dishes and one soup, each with his own thoughts.

Under the glass plate of the small square table, there is still a photo of Yi Yang's family of three when he was young. He didn't like to take pictures at that time, but he didn't smile, but his father who was hugging him smiled honestly. Wu Zhaodi beside him was as elegant as a lily, Even the smile is faint, and she is completely different from the old and secular woman who has been polished by life today.

Noticing Yi Yang's gaze, Wu Zhaodi, who was embarrassed by the long silence, added: "I can't tear it off the glass..."

Yi Yang looked up at her, wondering if she meant that she tried to tear off the photo but failed, or if she thought he wanted to take it out and keep it and persuaded him to give up.

No matter what kind it is, Yi Yang felt a long-lost disgust, which awakened the fear and anger hidden in the shadows in his heart, so that he felt that he could no longer live in peace with her for a moment, and wished to settle the old score, but It feels meaningless again.

The damage was done, what else could he do?When he was a child, he was unable to protect himself, but now he is still the lamb who is slaughtered.The hatred for himself belatedly surpassed the blame for his mother. Isn't the remorse and sourness reflected in her eyes just the projection of his weakness?

Eager to get rid of this feeling of frustration, Yi Yang suddenly put down his chopsticks, and said with some difficulty: "Has Xie Jintian contacted you recently?"

Hearing that Yi Yang deliberately avoided addressing her, Wu Zhaodi's eyes dimmed a bit, but she still said truthfully: "No, what did you ask him for?"

Hearing this answer, Yi Yang was a little surprised.Although he lost part of his memory of that night, when he woke up, he saw Xie Jintian downstairs. The explanation is that Xie Jintian guessed where he would go that night, and found him first, and the memory that may have been passed must be related to this family.

But what kind of memory did he lose that made him lose his composure and burst into tears when he was awake?

I still remember the unconscious murmur at that time, he asked Xie Jintian "why" over and over again, but he didn't answer after all.

At that moment, did he laugh at him in his heart, or was he struggling somewhat?

Does he already know?

Knowing the humble feelings that I have concealed from him for many years.Only this can explain why he can kill him so cruelly and unscrupulously.

Yi Yang laughed at himself, finished his meal in silence, and walked into his room while his mother was washing the dishes.

Turning on the light, I saw the mahogany bookcase that was almost touching the top.It was ordered by his father not long after he was born, and he spent a lot of money. He only hoped that he would be successful, not like himself, just a hard-working worker.

Yi Yang just stood by the door and quietly looked at the bookcase filled with memories. After a long time, he suddenly found a suspicious vacancy on the level of his sight.

He walked up quickly and reached out to touch it - there was no ashes.

Yi Yang tried his best to recall what book was originally there, but in an instant, a sudden dizziness made him almost unsteady.He hurriedly sat on a chair beside him, gasping for breath, then tried to clear his consciousness and tried abdominal breathing a few times, only then did he gradually relax his body.

Along with the dull pain in his temples, a strong premonition came to his heart, Yi Yang raised his head, and his eyes fell on the family photo album in the red velvet envelope that was inserted horizontally on top of several books on the bookshelf.

He leaned over to take the thick booklet, quickly rummaged through it from memory, and finally found a photo of his freshman summer vacation on the last few pages—at that time, he was wearing a white T-shirt and was flipping through Wang Yangming. "Biography of Xilu", and beside him is the row of bookshelves that made him feel puzzled at this time.

Yi Yang endured a headache and looked closely at the photo, only then did he see clearly the title of the book that should have been filled in the vacancy.

Xie Jintian, who was trying out the camera he found in the second-hand market for him at the time, probably never imagined that this photo taken inadvertently would become the clue to all the mysteries now.

"Looking at the photo album?" At some point, Wu Zhaodi was already standing by the door, showing a flattering smile.

"Where are these two books?" Yi Yang tried hard to hide his discomfort, and his eyes fell on the vacancy, ""Outline of National History", there are two volumes."

Wu Zhaodi was taken aback by the question, and after a while she hesitated and said, "I don't know...the one who was there all the time..."

Yi Yang took a deep breath, supported the desk and slowly stood up, "I'll go out for a while."

To prove his guess was not difficult, Yi Yang bought a can of coffee at the canteen and drank it all. After confirming that he was healthy, he bought a few cigarettes and took them to the security room of the community.

After a long wait, he finally saw those key videos.

"Is it this car?" The security guard clicked on the screen with a cigarette in his mouth. On the screen, a black Audi of Shanghai brand was driving into the community.

This is the video of the day when he lost his memory, and the other video of the car entering the community was two days before he lost his memory, at around eight o'clock in the evening.

Xie Jintian really came.

Yi Yang returned home and asked his mother again whether he had seen Xie Jintian that day, but he got a negative answer.Yi Yang can judge that his mother is not lying, so there are only two possibilities, one is that Xie Jintian came to the community but did not come to see his mother, and the other possibility...

"So, do you remember what you were doing at eight o'clock that night?"

"What are you doing..." Wu Zhaodi was stunned for a long time, and some images suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, "Wash the cups."

"what?"

"I remember when I was cleaning the kitchen that night, I washed a coffee cup...but I don't usually drink coffee..." Wu Zhaodi murmured, "There are also fruits...there are some more fruits in the living room, but I don't remember any bought it."

"I see." Yi Yang prevented Wu Zhaodi from recalling, he was afraid that she would suffer some pain just like him, because she wanted to break through the boundaries of memory.

Things are already clear.

When Yi Yang left this familiar yet unfamiliar home, he just felt that his feet were floating, and he almost couldn't bear the weight of the dark clouds that weighed on his heart.

He took a taxi to go back, but halfway he received a call from Fan Yizhou. He was always worried that he was alone at home. In the past, Yi Yang simply thought it was his thoughtfulness, but now...

"Just at my mother's place." Yi Yang said calmly after answering the phone.

On the other side, Fan Yizhou was obviously stunned, and after a while, he said softly, "Have you not been back for a long time? Auntie, is your waist okay?"

"Hmm..." Yi Yang turned his face to the open car window, watching the feasting lights rushing back non-stop, "My mother said that Xie Jintian went there some time ago and took two books from me."

The other side suddenly fell into a deadly silence. After a long time, Fang heard the voice pretending to be calm: "Oh? He has been there? Why didn't he tell you?"

"Maybe just passing by to see my mother?" Yi Yang could imagine Fan Yizhou's expression at the moment, "But what is he doing with my books? He also has that set, bought together in high school."

"How do I know that?" Fan Yizhou laughed dryly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

After hanging up the phone, Yi Yang was silent for a long time, and suddenly said to the taxi driver: "Master, please turn around."

When Yi Yang arrived at the hospital, it was past eleven o'clock at night. He walked from the fire escape to the fourth floor, where there was no surveillance and he could avoid acquaintances.

Opening the door of the department, Yi Yang rested for a while, then took out the flashlight in the drawer, leaned on the weak light, sat down at Xie Jintian's desk and turned on his computer.

The password was Xia Xue's birthday. After entering the interface, Yi Yang logged into the chat tool, added the hacker's account he found on the Internet just now, and selected remote assistance, allowing the other party to freely control the computer.

After a while, the hacker found out the user name and login password of the home surveillance video program, called Yi Yang, and told him how to delete each login record.

Xie Jintian is usually fine at work, so he will check this computer to see if there is any special situation at home, and this is giving Yi Yang an opportunity.

Yi Yang used his mobile phone to send money to the hacker, then sat in the dark, quietly watching Xie Jintian who was sleeping soundly on the bed in the software window.

In the past, he also peeped like this, because of the repressed and humble feelings.But now, he monitors his every move, just to defend the last dignity of maintaining this relationship.