deep hypnosis

On the way back, Xie Jintian kept thinking about Yi Yang's expression in the corridor at that time, the despair of waking up from a dream, like a sudden mourning, Xie Jintian had not figured out what the sacrifice was, and was already isolated in the On the other side of the ravine, one could only look at the funeral where only one person was present.

Xie Jintian leaned over to pack the bag of wreckage, and called Fan Yizhou on the way back.

"Has Yi Yang ever told you about cats?"

"Cat?" Fan Yizhou stood on the balcony and swallowed.

"He seems to like cats."

"What's so strange about it, why don't you ask me why I like dogs?"

Xie Jintian listened to Fan Yizhou's teasing, and knew that most of them didn't know about it, and just about to hang up, he heard Fan Yizhou say: "Do you suspect that this has something to do with you?"

Xie Jintian didn't answer, he didn't like being guessed, especially by Fan Yizhou.

"Hypnosis can remind you of many long-forgotten things. It just so happens that I am free now."

Although Xie Jintian was very reluctant, the bag of crushed loquats and the pile of discarded models in the trunk seemed to be clamoring for him to compromise.Xie Jintian opened the window irritably, letting the night wind make him unable to think much.

In the end, Xie Jintian went home and changed his clothes before taking a taxi to Fan Yizhou's place, but Fan Yizhou still frowned dissatisfiedly after he entered the door, and turned on the purifier to the maximum power.

"Are you trying to drink away your worries?"

"It's just a dinner." Xie Jintian took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger in the entrance familiarly.

Fan Yizhou brought Xie Jintian to the Floyd chair where Yi Yang lay on weekdays, and made a "please" gesture. Xie Jintian had to lie down obediently, but he always felt that the arc from the back to the head did not fit him well. His figure gave him the illusion of being placed on the guillotine.

"I want to remember the memories about cats that I shared with him." Xie Jintian persuaded himself to forget those discomforts.

"Are you taking revenge on my previous arrogance?"

"Don't compare me with you." Xie Jintian didn't want to talk about those unpleasant experiences that he couldn't reflect on himself.

Fan Yizhou smiled, and took out a fountain pen: "Look at the light refracted on the pen holder."

It was a white vertical line like a cat's pupil.Xie Jintian relaxed his body as much as possible, concentrated his mind, followed Fan Yizhou's guidance, and gradually closed his tired eyes.He thought that he would resist Fan Yizhou's hypnosis because of deep distrust, but in fact, his process of entering the state was very smooth.

Xie Jintian's body was as Fan Yizhou hinted, very light, very light, so light that he floated in mid-air, like a kite with a broken string.He shuttled through the sea of ​​clouds, watching the day and night quickly alternate with his retrograde movement, and the bells on the Bund beat his eardrums over and over again, until the day and night stopped turning, he slowly began to land.

Looking down, there is an old-fashioned residential area, Xie Jintian quickly recognized the building where he lived for more than [-] years and the window sill with a corner flower shelf fixed on it.His figure shrank smaller and smaller as he got closer to his destination.When it landed, Xie Jintian had already turned back into that eight-year-old child.

The sky was getting dark, the cold wind passed by, and the fallen leaves fled in curls.

Xie Jintian heard the crying, and then he noticed a small figure in a green school uniform huddled not far away.

"Why are you here?" I vaguely remembered that I had been looking for him for a long time.

The fair boy who was one year younger than him choked for a while, then raised his rabbit-like red eyes and said, "Cat... the kitten I brought back was thrown out of the window by my mother..."

Xie Jintian had no feelings for small animals, but he couldn't bear the sadness of this boy whom he treated like a younger brother.

He looked up at the windowsill of the boy's house on the fourth floor: "Go! I'll accompany you to find it! What does it look like?"

"Black Cat Sheriff..."

They are destined to return without success, Xie Jintian vaguely knows.

Seeing that it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, both of them in thin school uniforms were shivering from the cold, while the mother with a loud voice leaned out from the balcony and called Xie Jintian's name.

Xie Jintian had no choice but to wipe the boy's tears with his sleeve indiscriminately, and vowed: "Don't cry, when we grow up, we will buy a big house and live together. You can raise as many as you want. Black, white, flowery ..."

The mother's yells came one after another, with hysterical anger.Xie Jintian had no choice but to go back.

He finally squeezed the boy's hand, his hand was moist and warm, like a docile little animal licking his palm.

However, when he turned around and entered the dark corridor, he forgot what he had just said to the boy.

He raised his foot and took a step, but fell into the bottomless darkness. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the European-style ceiling that was dyed orange by the dim light.

"how does it feel?"

A not-so-pleasant voice rang in his ears.

Xie Jintian slowly propped himself up, rubbed between his brows, "It's okay."

Fan Yizhou smiled, turned off the recording pen and handed it over.

"No need." Xie Jintian had already remembered that period of the past, but fortunately, it wasn't a shocking touch - he just forgot a sentence he said before, and it couldn't even be counted as a promise.

Xie Jintian got up to leave, Fan Yizhou didn't keep him, but when he reached the porch, he suddenly sighed behind him: "I never thought that he has been infatuated since he was a child, and he took everything casually said by others to be true."

Xie Jintian glanced at Fan Yizhou coldly: "Will you be responsible for everything you said when you were a child?"

"At least I won't take it as a child's talk, let it go."

"I'm not as great as you." After Xie Jintian finished speaking, he ignored Fan Yizhou and got up to leave.

Back home, Xie Jintian threw the bag of debris on the ground and lay down on the sofa.Tired like never before, like a thousand troops crushing his mind, he soon fell asleep, and then had a dream.

In the dream, he lived in a courtyard with white walls and gray tiles. The lush loquats were covered with golden fruits, and he walked westward in a trance. , "Jade Hubing" two plaques.

There is someone sitting in it playing the piano, with delicate features and elegant demeanor, but the sound of the piano is desolate and desolate, which makes people feel sad.

Xie Jintian walked forward with his hands behind his back, inadvertently startled a few cats listening to the piano.Black, white, floral, or squatting by the incense burner, or lying on the armchair, or hidden among the bamboo curtains.

The cats fled in all directions, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

The person playing the piano raised his head slightly displeased: "Who is it?"

Only then did Xie Jintian recognize him, and hurriedly said in a daze: "You don't remember me?"

The person who played the piano looked at Xie Jintian carefully, and said indifferently: "I have never seen it before."

Xie Jintian became anxious, and pointed to the little finger of the person playing the piano: "I gave you this red line..."

"Red thread?" The zither player looked down at his little finger, pondered for a moment, and pulled it lightly.

A moment later, with a chuckle, a refined man walked into the hall holding a gilded paper fan, and surrounded the piano player from behind: "Why did you think of me again?"

Xie Jintian took half a step back in shock, the man clearly had the same face as his.

But the person playing the qin couldn't tell the truth from the fake, so he turned his head and let the person rub his ears with him, and there was no one else in his eyes.And the man around him, when he smiled, accidentally tore off his skin, revealing a ghostly face with green face and fangs, and moved closer to nibble the neck of the piano player.

Xie Jintian watched the blood gushing out, but the person playing the piano didn't notice it, and couldn't help feeling anxious.But he didn't know when he built an invisible barrier in front of him, no matter how much he shouted, it was useless.

Those cats who had been hiding earlier screamed heart-piercingly, trying to pull Xie Jintian away from the place that was about to collapse.Xie Jintian was staggered a few steps by their joint force, and kicked away one by one with his teeth gritted, only to see them hit the barrier one by one, shattered into ceramic fragments.

Xie Jintian didn't care about these things, and beat on the barrier even more anxiously, until the ground shook and the sky collapsed.Cloud walls, rockeries, flower windows, corridors... the surrounding scenery all collapsed into ruins under his anger, but only that person and ghost were still surrounded by burning blood in a lingering posture...

Xie Jintian woke up with a start, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.It took him a long time to realize that it was just a dream.After lying down for a long time, he finally regained his composure. Looking at the clock on the wall, he only slept for more than half an hour.

It is said that dreams are projections of the subconscious mind. Xie Jintian has not dreamed for a long time, or if he does, he will completely forget it after waking up. However, he does not want to analyze the meaning of this too clear dream at all.

It must be alcohol or hypnosis that caused him to dream such absurd scenes so abnormally.

He lowered his head inadvertently, but saw the bag of fragments again.At some point, the mouth of the bag had been opened, and the head of a three-coloured cat, which had been broken off at the neck, was staring at him with rounded eyes.

Xie Jintian sat up abruptly and tied the bag tightly.

But when he lay down again after bathing, the dream was always in his mind, and he couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

Opening his eyes until dawn, Xie Jintian suddenly understood that maybe it was something called fate.What he wants to abandon and forget will eventually come back to the life he is proud of with a different posture, and will retaliate wantonly.Just like the "black cat sheriff" who was thrown from the window when he was a child, he will "coincidentally" appear in his and Yi Yang's lives again in the same late autumn, lurking in the present, but connected to the past, With a slight pull, it will be irreversible to repeat the same mistakes.

Yi Yang looked more haggard these days, when asked by his colleagues, he only said that it was because of moving.

The communication between Xie Jintian and him was still limited to business matters, but regarding Cheng Yan's case, it was an unavoidable hurdle.

Yi Yang had no choice but to tell Cheng Yan that because of the hospital's new regulations, recordings must be made to protect the rights of both parties. If Cheng Yan disagrees, the case can only be terminated.Cheng Yan was very hesitant about this, but after much consideration, he still agreed. Therefore, Xie Jintian finally had a reason to "supervise" the case openly.

At this time, he was sitting in the department with Yi Yang, listening to the replay of yesterday's interview recording.

It was just an ordinary conversation before, but when Cheng Yan said, "The bedroom at home is covered with his photos", Xie Jintian took a lot of effort to suppress the disgust that surged in his heart.

He took a deep look at Yi Yang, and heard Yi Yang's somewhat distorted voice in the recording: "How did you get those photos?"

After a while of silence, Cheng Yan's voice sounded again, but it was an uneasy question: "Mr. Yi, have you ever followed anyone?"

Ordinarily, the response of the interviewee is unexpected and reasonable. According to the general routine, the consultant will kick the ball back, such as "What kind of worry do you ask?" Focus again on the client.

However, Yi Yang's next answer caught Xie Jintian off guard.

"Had."