Strangers

Simple, the degree of forgetting depends on the individual's memory and acceptance of strange things. For example, Assistant Qian and Feng Shui Master Fang Xun, they are all different types from ordinary people, and it is not so easy to forget me. "

"Then if I am different from ordinary people, then I will be able to remember you?"

The nib paused.

"This is the reason why I don't want you to get close." Qi Xie continued to write, "But the matter has come to this point, and it is impossible to tell you to stop. If you make up your mind to follow, you have to be prepared to break away from the normal world. Prepare."

Ding Li didn't care: "That's pretty good."

"It's fine if you think it's good." Qi harmony closed the notebook.

"Finished?"

"It's just keeping a running account, not writing a novel."

"I want to see."

Qi Xie put it in the drawer, locked it, and pulled out the key.

Ding Li curled his lips, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, Qi Xie glanced at it, it was the lottery of Baiyun Temple.

"I asked for it when I was buying incense in the morning." Ding Li handed it over, "I asked for it for you."

Qi Xie thanked him, took it and put it on the table.

"Don't you read what's written on the signature?"

"It's not necessary, it's nothing more than a sign that doesn't work at all, or a sign that will eventually work."

"It's a lottery." Ding Li unfolded the paper and pushed it in front of Qi Xie.

There are four words printed on the three-inch square white paper.

"How?" Ding Li asked.

"I hope." Qi Xie's gaze softened a little, "I had a bad attitude last night, so don't worry too much about it."

"I don't care too much."

"Because I'm not just telling you."

Ding Li was taken aback: "You mean someone eavesdropped on our conversation?"

"Yes, there are more than one." Qi Xie sneered, "One is hiding on the stairs and the other is outside the window, do you think I can't see it if you hide in the dark, childish."

"Who are they?"

"On the stairs is naturally Assistant Qian, but I don't know about the other one."

"So you deliberately scare them with harsh words?"

"I didn't say harsh words, I just made a statement so that no one would test my bottom line again and again. There are very few monsters like Qiong Ao, and they should be in places like Shennongjia instead of Li Ling. Mountain, someone must have deliberately summoned it."

"Is someone trying to kill you?"

"It's not impossible, there are quite a few enemies that have been formed over the years."

Ding Li was a little worried: "Ah Jing, can you tell me exactly how good you are."

Qi Xie slowly pushed open the folding fan, saw the blood splattered on it, held it in his palm and closed it again: "I can deal with most evil things, because I know their weaknesses, and there is always a way to control them, but you If you want me to kill people, I can only go to the kitchen to copy kitchen knives."

Ding Li thought about it: "Forget it, I will definitely be killed."

Qi Xie leaned towards him: "Am I that bad?"

"Ah."

Qi Xie narrowed his eyes: "Hmm again, believe it or not, I'll throw you down from here."

Ding Li didn't care at all: "Then you must be able to throw it."

After speaking, Qi Xie waved his sleeves, and Ding Li suddenly had a force behind him, pushing him to the window in an instant, and he almost fell out with a kick.

"How?" Qi Xie came over.

"Didn't you say that you can't deal with humans!" Ding Li broke away from the strength and stared at him.

"I mean I can't deal with it, I didn't say that other things can't deal with it." Qi joked, "Just now I summoned a monster to push you over."

"Is there a monster in this room?" Ding Li looked up and down.

"There are monsters everywhere in the world, you just can't see them with your stupid eyes."

"Then you can tell it to deal with humans."

"It's really strange that this sentence came out of your mouth." Qi Xie clicked his tongue, "But it only has this ability, and it is okay to bully you, but it is impossible for those strange people in Guixintang."

"Then you can find more powerful monsters."

Qi Xie shook his head and looked out the window: "The most powerful monster in the world is called Lin Zhang, and its current master is the boss Xun of Guixintang."

Ding Li said, "How did you use that talisman last night?"

"Do you want to learn?"

"Can you learn?"

"No." Qi Xie took out a piece of talisman paper from the collar, "I can only use this thing, and it is a piece of yellow paper to you."

"You carry it with you every day?"

"Not before, but in the future."

"Is it endless? I feel like I have to throw away dozens of cards to be domineering."

"How is that possible? Do you think I'm a printing machine? I carried a total of nine sheets with me yesterday. Four sheets were posted in the room, four sheets were used to deal with Qiongao, one sheet was used to kill that ghost, and all of them were used up."

"Then what if the monster comes again?"

"I don't want to tell you." Qi Xie turned around, "I'm sleepy and going to sleep, what should you do."

"Ah Jing." Ding Li called to stop him, "Can you teach me some coping methods, anything is fine."

"If these things can teach me, I would have gone to the training class long ago."

"But I don't want to hold you back."

"Since you have decided to move forward, you still want to hold me back with your weight?" Qi Xie smiled, "Okay, you don't have to have any psychological burden. Speaking of it, I have to thank you."

"Thank me?" Ding Li blinked, "Thank me for what."

"I'll tell you when the matter of Guixintang is over."

"Oops, this sentence sounds very unlucky."

"How could it be? It's all written on that lottery." Qi Xie looked back and smiled, "It's not too late, isn't it?"

☆, the disappearing bride

Downstairs of Tianhui Building.

Ding Li volunteered to enter Guixin Jingfang, Wei Yuanyang and Xie Yu sat in the car, watching from a distance that his figure did not enter the black projection of the canopy at the entrance, and was swallowed by the tall revolving door.

"Should we stop him for a while? What if there is no return." Wei Yuanyang was still not at ease.

"He is a fully capable person and can be responsible for his own decisions, so we don't need to worry about it." Xie Yu has nothing to do with himself.

"Then what if the surname Qian doesn't take this? He really intends to wipe his neck with a scalpel?"

"If he dies, Qi Xie will be free. He has good reasons for doing so, and the other party has to submit." Xie Yu started the car, "Do you want to go back to the police station?"

"Yes." Wei Yuanyang was momentarily dejected, and fell on the car door, "There is still a matter of punishment to be resolved..."

"Find a way to clear it up with your superiors. It's best to remove it."

"Pull it down, I've never had anything to do with these things about looking for relationships through the back door."

Xie Yu didn't say anything anymore, one intersection, another intersection, suddenly the steering wheel turned!The car body swayed and rushed straight to the green belt!

Gah-!

A long section of the brake line was pulled out from the ground, and the seat belt buckled instantly.Wei Yuanyang's first reaction was to look back, but he didn't find anything blocking the road, but when he turned around, he saw Xie Yu's right hand pressing on his left arm, with a rare panic expression on his face.

"Hey!" Wei Yuanyang immediately understood what was going on.

"It's okay." Xie Yu's expression gradually eased, but his right hand did not relax.

Wei Yuanyang went around and opened the door: "Let me open it."

"Need not."

"What's the point! Be careful that I will detain your driver's license for endangering road traffic safety!"

Seeing that he couldn't hold back the former traffic policeman, Xie Yu went to the back seat and purposely sat in the dead corner of the rearview mirror.

Four words are made clear, strangers should not get close.

Wei Yuanyang ignored this series of hints: "I said Xie Yu, do you have something on your mind?"

The tone directly behind was cold and hard: "No."

"That's probably because I thought too much. I always feel that seeing you these days is not the same as when I went to Sichuan."

"What's different."

"I can't tell whether it's emotions...or interest...all aspects..."

"You think too much." Xie Yu interrupted.

Tianhui Hotel is not far from Guixin Jingfang.

After parking the car, Wei Yuanyang returned the key to him: "You should take a taxi when you go out recently, or hire a driver if you can't."

Xie Yu pressed the remote control lock: "I checked just now, and there is no crime of endangering road traffic safety in our country's laws."

"Then you can't drive like this!" Wei Yuanyang immediately criticized the education, "Do you know how dangerous the situation just now is? Fortunately, there is no car behind, otherwise it will definitely be a rear-end collision! You don't care if you don't want to die, if you rush to the sidewalk What to do! They all hit and die, without first aid!"

Xie Yu had no choice but to be kind: "Got it."

"It's more or less the same! Pay attention next time! Huh? Where did you go?" Wei Yuanyang fumbled through various pockets up and down, and then realized, "Oh, I didn't detain your driver's license, I'm used to it."

Xie Yu sighed and leaned against the car door: "I just discovered a problem. Since Guixin Jingfang can let the police punish you, why didn't you stop the investigation before?"

Wei Yuanyang thought for a while: "I heard from the captain that our Zhang Ju's father used to be a student of Jingfang, and he kept throwing money into it, so the chief became angry and wanted to deal with them. Tang’s control has not yet reached the level of the director.”

"Has the case been withdrawn in the middle?"

"Had."

"Who told you to withdraw."

"Deputy captain." Wei Yuanyang sensed his subtext, "Do you think he is an insider of Guixintang? Impossible! It was he who found out that the director was using public affairs for personal gain and wasting police force, so he withdrew us back."

"Could it be an excuse?"

"No, our captain has always scolded him for being stupid."

Hearing these six words, Xie Yu looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Lengtouqing asked carelessly.

"Nothing." Xie Yu looked away.

Wei Yuanyang was about to leave when a security guard ran over and saluted with a slap: "Mr. Xie, a lady came to you and said there was something urgent."

"What about people?"

"In the reception room, oh, she said her surname is Zhou."

Xie Yu immediately lowered his face: "Tell her I'm not here."

However, before the words were finished, a woman hurried over with her skirt in her hand. She was dressed in a dress, her hair was coiled up and she was wearing makeup.

"Is that Xie Yu?" She asked bluntly, "I'm Zhou Yuan and her cousin, has Zhou Yuan contacted you before?"

"No." Xie Yu looked impatient.

The cousin glanced into his car: "Do you know where she is?"

Xie Yu spat out three words: "I don't know."

"Okay, excuse me." The cousin said quickly, but turned around slowly.

After all, Xie Yu couldn't hold back, and asked, "Is she gone?"

This is what the cousin was waiting for: "Zhou Yuan was still at the hotel at noon, and when we arrived at the wedding room after three o'clock, we found her missing. There was still an hour before the wedding ceremony. If we didn't find her by then, we would wait for someone Let's see the joke."

Xie Yu looked at his watch: "She is not a willful person, if she has to leave for something, she should go back in time."

"Yes, if she really left by herself." The cousin said something, "I asked the floor attendant, and he said that the bride never came out of the wedding room, and to prevent theft, the sliding windows in that room were all welded. , even a child can't get out."

"Maybe he didn't see it." Xie Yu easily found the loophole.

"Although I think so too." The cousin sneered, "The waiter himself firmly denied it, saying that the bride had talked to him when he first arrived, and he thought she was very beautiful, so he wanted to see her more, so he kept staring at the door of the wedding room. "

"This sounds very suspicious of committing a crime." Wei Yuanyang next to him interjected.

Xie Yu's expression changed when he heard that, and he reached out to pull the car door, but Wei Yuanyang blocked him: "What are you doing?"

"Emergency." Xie Yu said.

"No matter how urgent you are!" Wei Yuanyang grabbed the key, "Where are you going?"

"Pearl Hotel." The cousin lifted her skirt and got into the car.

Even the most seasoned taxi driver would probably not be able to get out of such a route: Drilling into the alley, turning around the neighborhood, and even passed through the factory compound at one point. Hotel Plaza.

"Mr. Xie, don't you see that you are a good driver?" the cousin said unexpectedly.

"That's right." Wei Yuanyang pulled up the handbrake, "Our ancestors were in the business of passenger transport. My grandfather carried Li Hongzhang's sedan chair in Beijing, and my grandfather pulled Xu Wenqiang's rickshaw in Shanghai."

"Okay, someday you won't be working in Tianhui, come to our company anytime." The cousin slipped a business card without hesitation, and quickly got out of the car.

"The criminal police team is indeed a place to train people. I haven't seen you for a few days, and my ability to lie is good." Xie Yu closed the car door.

"I'm not lying." Wei Yuanyang looked confused, "My dad told me that since I was a child."

"Really." Xie Yu threw out a sentence, "Didn't your father tell you by the way that Xu Wenqiang is a fictional character?"

There are red carpets, rose arches, and huge wedding photos hanging in the hotel's loft lobby. The bride is indeed beautiful, smiling and holding a bouquet, she looks like a well-educated lady.The cousin passed the duty desk and turned into room 0106. There were two women waiting in the room. One was sitting by the bed with a bridesmaid's fireworks, and the other was leaning on the big wardrobe and playing with her mobile phone boredly.

"Have you found it?" The bridesmaid came up to welcome her and asked in a low voice, feeling uneasy.

The cousin closed the door angrily: "It's good to find it!"

"Xie Yu?" The bridesmaid greeted hesitantly, "Why do you..."

He didn't say much, and went straight to the window with the big red happy words: "Who was the last person to see her."

"Me." The woman next to the closet lazily raised her hand, her badge said Senior Makeup Artist.

"What happened at that time." Xie Yu pushed the plastic steel window, and there was a gap of ten centimeters.

"I came here at almost three o'clock. At that time, she was alone in the room. She just put on her bra and said she wanted to make a phone call, but the phone was with the bridesmaids, so I asked me to go to the hall to get it. When I came back, she It's gone."

"Have you seen any suspicious characters on the way?"

The makeup artist spreads his hands.

There were only two knocks on the door, the cousin thought the bride was back and hurried to open it, but Wei Yuanyang was outside.

"I just went to the security room to watch the surveillance." Wei Yuanyang pointed behind his back, "The waiter didn't lie, he did chat with the bride for a while when he first arrived, and then he didn't go out after entering the room."

"How is it possible!" The cousin stomped her feet angrily, "Is that a hell! A big living person disappeared?"

Xie Yu began to lift the curtains, turn over the bottom of the bed, and knock on the wall.

"When I first found out that she wasn't there, I searched the entire room, and I didn't even miss the closet." The makeup artist pointed behind her, "But don't worry too much, it's quite common for the bride to disappear before the wedding , usually come back without any risk, except for one time last year."

"What once?" asked the cousin.

The makeup artist shrugged: "It's nothing. The bride was hit by a car on the way. After that, I introduced my uncle to the bride's family."

The bridesmaid didn't understand: "Uncle?"

"It's also made up, at the funeral home."

My cousin's face turned black.

Xie Yu didn't respond, and stepped on the stool to push up the bathroom vent.

The cousin finally got impatient with his inexplicable behavior: "You don't think Yuanyuan crawled away from here, do you?"

"I'm ruling out the possibility." Xie Yu jumped off the stool, "If all the possibilities to get out are overturned, then it proves that she is still in this room."

The makeup artist was a little surprised: "Generally, this may be the first to be overturned."

Xie Yu was unmoved: "You all go out."

"What are you doing?" the cousin asked.

"I wonder what happens here when there's only one person left."

The bridesmaid shuddered: "It can't be haunted..."

The makeup artist nodded: "My uncle told me a lot of stories when I was young, and there were people who disappeared inexplicably. Some were in the wild, and some were in the room."

The cousin couldn't stand it: "What nonsense! What the hell are you doing in broad daylight!"

Xie Yu interrupted: "If you still want to find her, don't waste time."

"Then how long do we come in?" the makeup artist asked, "Is half an hour enough?"

"3 minutes." Xie Yu said.

The makeup artist left quickly, the bridesmaid followed hesitantly, and the cousin turned around angrily.

Wei Yuanyang stood outside the door and looked at him: "Is it possible that you will be gone by then?"

Xie Yu said with a cold face, "What do you say?"

Bang, close, click, lock.

Three minutes is not a long time, and the four people outside the door probably don't think so anymore. At the last moment, the cousin knocked on the door almost counting seconds, but the knock was in vain.

The door opened and Xie Yu came out.

"What's wrong?" asked the cousin.

"Yuanyuan!" The bridesmaid pointed in surprise.

Dressed in white gauze in front of the dressing table, the bride is as beautiful as in the photo, sitting upright, looking at his back.

Xie Yu didn't look back.

On the return trip, when night fell, the black car no longer took shortcuts, and waited obediently for the red light.

Wei Yuanyang watched the countdown of the signal light, hesitated for a long time and finally said: "That..."

"Once all impossible hypotheses are ruled out, the rest, no matter how absurd, is the truth. From the new Sherlock Holmes detective story, "The Soldier with White Skin." Xie Yu looked at the vehicles crossing the intersection, "Not behind the curtain, It’s not under the bed, there’s no hidden door on the wall, and the dust on the vent doesn’t show signs of being tampered with, so there’s only one possibility left.”

"Spatial transfer?" Wei Yuanyang immediately connected.

"The closet behind the makeup artist." Xie Yu said the answer.

"Huh? Didn't she say that she looked for it from the beginning, it's not in the closet."

"If you go back to the dormitory and find that your roommate is gone, will you go through the closet?"

"will not."

"So it became obvious."

Wei Yuanyang had the words "no" written on his face.

Xie Yu didn't explain, the light turned green, and Wei Yuanyang stepped on the accelerator.Another red light.

"Did you see anything?" Xie Yu asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Wei Yuanyang was startled, and quickly looked away.

"The bride colluded with the makeup artist and hid in the closet. Even the floor attendants asked her in advance, saying that if someone came to ask, she would insist that she didn't go out."

Wei Yuanyang breathed a sigh of relief, and caught up with the topic: "Why does she do these things, she doesn't look like a playful person like that?"

"In order to create a secret room disappearance case." Xie Yu propped his arms on the car door, "Most people don't believe in disappearing out of thin air. The first reaction is like her cousin, thinking that the bride sneaked out. Let the makeup artists do some 'reminders', and they will naturally rush to 'a place' immediately to find her back."

Wei Yuanyang suddenly realized and nodded.

Seeing this, Xie Yu's face darkened three points: "What did her cousin tell you when you were outside the door."

"No...what did you say?"

"Then how do you know the make-up artist is 'reminding' her to find someone from 'ex-boyfriend'."

"My guess."

"By the way, guess that person is me."

"no--"

"If not, how do you think I was hit hard by the wedding, and I have been watching my words since I got in the car."

"I do not--"

"If not, I just asked you what you saw. You should associate it with the disappearance case, instead of responding as if you were discovered by peeping."

"No—" Wei Yuanyang finally exploded, "I said, don't keep digging holes for me to jump!"

Xie Yu pushed his glasses.

"What do you want to say!"

Xie Yu pointed: "The light is green."

Wei Yuanyang only had to scramble to put on files.

"It's not necessary." Xie Yu said four words.

The driver no longer dared to speak.

"Knowing that I will not go to the banquet, she made the illusion that the secret room was missing, so that I thought something happened and rushed to the hotel. She believed that I could see through the truth, and also believed that I would not bring her out in front of outsiders. She has to find a reason to send you out, and she will naturally have the opportunity to meet alone."

Wei Yuanyang was stunned: "This can all be counted!"

"It should be said that it is well-intentioned or deliberate."

"It probably depends on the purpose of her coming to you."

"I heard from Xie Xin that I'm not in good shape recently, and I want to talk to me."

Wei Yuanyang said loudly: "Then she is also worried about you."

Xie Yu said coldly, "I haven't reached the point where I need to worry."

Then it was smooth all the way, except for tire noise.

☆, different hand syndrome

The lights in the huge room were not turned on, and the three monitors surrounded a pale light source. Xie Yu leaned in the swivel chair, raised his left hand, and looked at it as if looking at a strange inorganic object.

Should this setting be used in new serializations?For example, the uncontrollable killing hand, self-game, dual personality... No, this plot is too old-fashioned.Xie Yu denied his own thoughts, put his left hand down, moved the mouse with his right hand, and clicked to open a folder.This is a material library. He often imagines it as a swimming pool. When he can't find inspiration, he dives into it and swims through the criminal investigation files...criminal psychology papers...bizarre and terrifying events...

"Can you come up to the surface of the water to catch your breath once in a while?" Zhou Yuan asked softly, standing behind him.

"What?" He typed on the keyboard carelessly.

"Xie Yu, let's separate."

"Please define the word separate."

"I mean, break up."

He just stopped, saved the file, and turned around: "Our invitation has been sent."

She lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

"Sit down." Xie Yu pointed to the side, "I know I've been busy writing during this time, and I may have left you out. If you have any dissatisfaction, just speak up. We are all grown-ups, so there's no need to be emotional."

Zhou Yuan smiled wryly: "It's like this every time. You speak to me as if you are talking about business. You are my boyfriend, not a client."

"That may be my expression is wrong, I think my tone is very sincere." Xie Yu took her hand, "Yuanyuan, what I mean is, what problems exist between us can be resolved rationally."

Zhou Yuan shook her head: "You are too rational, too tough, not like a lover, more like a boss."

"Then can you tell me how to be like a lover?"

"At least..." She paused, "At least it shouldn't be after work every day, I read my book, you write your novel, and each go to sleep when it's time. At least you should talk to me and ask me What did you do today and who did you meet?"

"This is your privacy, and I have no right to interfere. Even if we are married, we are independent individuals. Don't you agree with this? I think we have reached a tacit agreement."

"That's what you thought was a tacit understanding." She whispered angrily.

"What do you think marriage is?" Xie Yu asked.

She looked up at him, and said slowly: "Be with the one you love, support each other, work hard together, and manage your life."

"Then you foresee our future married life, which point does not meet this definition."

Zhou Yuan was silent for a long time.

"First point." She finally said, "Xie Yu, I'm sorry, I fell in love with someone else."

He froze for a moment, then regained his composure.

"Really." He said in a deep voice, "You have thought it through."

She nodded.

"I see." Xie Yu took a deep breath and coughed, "Maybe now we have to discuss how to withdraw those invitations, and... how to make this matter affect the cooperation relationship between Tianhui and the Zhou Corporation. ...reduced to a minimum..."

His left hand trembled slightly, Xie Yu stretched out his right hand and turned sideways, pressing it on the pillow.

If you had kept me at that time, I wouldn't be here today waiting to exchange rings with others.Six hours ago, Zhou Yuan, who was wearing a wedding gauze, said, I really didn’t think that day, after I decided to cancel the wedding, the first thing you worried about was your family’s business... But now that I think about it, I realize that it’s not yours To be honest, I blame myself for being too young and conceited.Xie Yu, you are a very good man. It is my loss to miss it. I hope you can forget the unhappiness between us and find a suitable person to start over...

Regret is probably the hardest thing in the world to swallow.

When he woke up the next day, Xie Yu's first thought was that he had been robbed.

The living room at 0813 was in a mess. Documents, paper and pens were scattered on the table and on the floor, and all the things in the filing cabinet were turned out and piled up in a mess.

However, in an instant, another thought that was more terrifying than being thieves flashed through his mind.

I went to the door for a little inspection. The two door locks were intact, and there was no sign of any damage or opening, so there was only one possibility for the mess in the room.

I really can't get tired of playing such an old-fashioned plot of dual personality.Xie Yu laughed at himself, his eyes fell to a certain place unconsciously, followed his subconscious mind, and he picked up the scattered papers.

This seems to be a copy of a book. It seems that the word "diary" is printed on the cover, and the text inside is obviously not his own handwriting. Xie Yu flipped through it and found something strange in one of the chapters... …

"Alien Hand Syndrome"

"Demon." He said in a low voice, "My left hand is possessed by a demon."

I pushed the teacup away, judging that the other party is the type who can talk without asking.

"This left hand can read all the evil thoughts in my heart, and then realize them." The man said, "The last time I competed for a position, my colleague won a big order. I passed his computer that day, thinking that if all the data in it were damaged That's fine. —Of course, I vetoed this despicable idea in a second, but when I came back to my senses, it had already pressed the mouse and formatted the hard disk."

"Similar situations are too numerous to mention. As long as I think of those stupid things, I will do them immediately: scratching the neighbor's car parked randomly, secretly stuffing the magazines in the reference room into the bag, taking the bus occasionally, and even throwing games Dirty things like coins—”

Seeing his brows furrowed to the upper limit, I smiled: "I really hope you never thought of killing anyone."

"That's why I'm here." The man's facial features all revealed suppressed hatred, "The bottom line of the project I'm in charge of has been leaked, and the upper management has started to investigate the ghost, and I'm afraid it will kill him immediately after finding out. Although I keep telling myself that this is wrong, it is of no use at all, the more I am afraid of this kind of psychology, the more it grabs all the murder weapons around me." The man said, his left hand uncontrollably stretched towards the table He struggled to pull the paper knife on his back, "As you can see, I don't want to go to jail, it doesn't matter how much you bid."

Sifting the abacus, I dialed out a number.

He nodded, watched me open the folding fan, and slowly told the strange incident in a storytelling tone.

It was the first month of the lunar calendar, the taste of the new year had just dissipated, and human beings were still in hibernation, and the first business of the new year came to the door.

It was a young man, wearing a high-end wrinkled black suit, with his head bowed, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with bangs covering his eyes, flustered.

"That...excuse me, is this the one that specializes in weird things, that specializes in collecting strange things..." He rubbed his nose and corrected his slip of the tongue vaguely.

"Yes." I replied.

"I have one thing, this..."

"Please come in first." I let the door open, and he walked over hesitantly, kicked the chair leg accidentally, and dragged it on the ground making a screeching sound.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He hurriedly corrected himself.

"It's okay. Please."

The man just sat down and rubbed his hands together. It didn't look like he was cold, but like a habit.

It seems like there has to be a leader to get the conversation going: "What's the weird thing you're going to say?"

The man said, "My hand, there is something wrong with my hand."

"hand?"

"My right hand."

"What happened to the right hand?"

"It's not that there's a word called "alternative hand syndrome". I seem to be a little... Sorry, I just talk like this when I talk to people I don't know well. I'm really sorry..."

"Don't be nervous." I smiled, "I won't eat you if I make a mistake."

"That's right." The man figured it out, hehehe twice.

Now I know how to describe him.

vulnerable.

Very weak, as if he forgot to grow his backbone, he will give in before he feels danger, if the other party is not aggressive, he will beg for mercy and come forward obediently.

"You just mentioned hand syndrome." I reminded.

"That's right." He laughed dryly, "My right hand must be suffering from heterohand syndrome. It always does inexplicable things, such as suddenly playing the grand piano at home. I don't know how to play the piano at all."

"anything else."

"It can draw. Last week when I passed by my studio at home, it picked up a brush and started painting oil paintings. The painting was very professional. I even took a picture." He took out his mobile phone and stood it in front of me.

"Good job." I followed his words.

"Then... he will beat people! I was walking on the road that day, and when I met a few hooligans, I thought it was scary. I wanted to go around, but they saw that they were coming to beat me. I couldn't run away, so I wanted to hide. But he punched the boss with his right hand! In the end, I was beaten badly. Fortunately, I wore thick clothes, otherwise I would have to be hospitalized."

"Is that so..." I subconsciously moved away.

"I checked on the Internet and said that there is a problem with the corpus callosum that affects the communication of electrical signals, but my brain is not injured or infected, and the other hand is generally non-dominant, but I am not left-handed either."

He laughed dryly and kept touching his nose. Common sense in psychology interprets this action as lying or lack of confidence, which I think is the latter.

"When did you first experience symptoms?" I asked.

"I can't remember this clearly, it was already like this when I noticed it."

"Can't you remember such a strange thing as a hand suddenly becoming self-aware?"

"Just, I just can't remember!" He anxiously defended, doubts caused retreat and panic.

I was not in a hurry to express my opinion. This kind of emotion might dig out more things, so I put on an appearance of knowing everything and captured his thinking as much as possible: "The guests who come to me have three purposes, one is to seek money, and the other is to To confide, the third is to ask for help. If you are asking for money, you are not poor, but if you confide, it depends on the situation, so it should be asking for help.”

"That's right! I just want to ask how to get it back to normal!"

"Do you really want to recover?"

"Of course!"

"If you keep lying, I can't help it."

"I'm not lying!"

"Why have a piano at home if you never play it."

"That's my father's!"

"There is also a studio."

"It's also his relic!"

"Relic?"

"My father died when I was seven years old."

"Is playing the piano and oil painting both your father's interests?"

"Yes."

"What kind of man is he?"

"This... I heard from my mother that he is rigorous and self-disciplined. He was a very strong person who built the entire company with her during his lifetime."

"So his soul has been attached to your right hand since he passed away?"

"How is that possible! It's only been half a month since the problem with this hand!"

"You just said you didn't remember when."

"Just now, I just don't remember!"

"Ha, do you still have amnesia?"

"No, no..."

"What happened half a month ago?"

He froze.

"Half a month ago, what happened." I paused every word until the eyes on the other side began to be in a trance.

"Half a month ago..." he finally muttered, "My fiancée... said she fell in love with someone else..."

Can't forgive my cowardly self, so I split into a new personality?I think.

"She said I was too rational, too tough...not suitable to be with her..."

reason? tough?

"She disappeared after hanging up the phone that day, and I didn't even explain the matter clearly in person...I knew I wouldn't go to her. Now that it was over, keeping her would only make me look stupid...but I...I really ..."

His throat was trembling, and his bangs blocked his eyes. I observed all the details, and saw that the man had just buried his face in his left palm, and then he punched him hard on the corner of his jaw with a right fist. The chair was overturned, and he fell to the ground. Another punch.The man covered his cheeks and was stunned, dragging his right hand that was tightly clenched and backed away.I dodged as fast as I could, and then there was a loud crash, the tiles covered the floor, and my right hand grabbed the pen and paper on the table and angrily wrote a few large characters: "Trash! Don't cry!"

Waste, dominant hand, piano, studio, fiancée, reason, strength, amnesia...

I sighed, the first business of the new year, please be safe every year.

"Forget about the money." I said, "But there is only one pair of Ru Kiln Tianqing brush holders in the world, and you have to pay for the other one."

The man subdued his right hand with all his strength, and nodded like a pounding garlic.

"It's useless for you to promise, I'm asking him." I pointed my finger.

The right hand did not move.

"Is it embarrassing? To be robbed of his body by such a stupid and useless guy." I laughed, "But that's you, the more you can't tolerate it, the more you hate him, the more distinctive he is. In a world that is either black or white, I desperately try to change myself to be white but to be more black. For decades, I have used my father as the standard, blindly pursuing absolute strength, hating stupidity and incompetence, and hating all my weaknesses .thing