Officer Xiang and Mumu

Ling Yunmu has no impression of his little friend who can stack quilts as neatly as tofu cubes, and no one can guarantee that if he looks at the quilt, he will gain something, maybe there will be nothing.

It's just that there is always a feeling that I can't let go of any possibility.

Just like the last time in the swimming pool of Rizhao New Village, after his condition got better and better, the water created a situation that awakened some kind of physical memory in Ling Yunmu, so he woke up!It wasn't all luck anyway.

Maybe in front of that quilt that has no other characteristics except neatness, Ling Yunmu will have a different feeling and trigger a certain memory?

Before I go down, I will put a handkerchief over his eyes, because in the mental hospital, Mumu feels safe doing this, and thinks it should work for him when he is awake.

But he shook his head: "You can still hear if you can't see."

"At least reduce it by half."

Not to be refused, I tied it on him without authorization.Recalling that he had just regained his guard against people, now Lingyunmu is much more approachable, at least, he didn't push me away.

Ling Yunmu, who was blindfolded, looked a little dazed. He fumbled and put his hands on my shoulders, not forgetting to be polite: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Officer Xiang."

"Do you want to add a heart?"

"Ok?"

I imitated his weak tone as a prank and said: "Please excuse me, Officer Xiang!"

"..." He was speechless, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, but he forcefully held back what he was about to laugh.

I solemnly said: "Remember, you will never be polite to me."

"Thank you."

I was not happy: "Didn't you say that you are not polite?"

"No, I... really want to thank you, thank you for your willingness to believe in a mental patient."

When I'm ready, I'll lead him through the living room.The short distance of ten meters is like walking the road to hell for him.Because he couldn't see, his hearing was even more sensitive. He was pulled and entangled by inexplicable voices, and his steps were as vacant as if he was stepping on cotton, and he couldn't move a step.

I was so anxious that I hugged him without going far, and rushed to the basement.

There is really no pressure to hug such a thin young man!

"Bang—" I kicked the door of the basement open, and a dark staircase suddenly appeared, extending into it like an unfathomable hell.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Ling Yunmu's hand holding on to my skirt was even stronger.He raised his blindfolded eyes and "looked" deep into the basement, breathing more and more quickly.

Before that, he was in the vortex of visual hallucinations and hallucinations, and he still maintained a strong struggle. I could feel his unyielding spirit, but now, his fear increased a hundredfold and almost tore him apart. There was no way to calm him down, but he was shaking like chaff.

Mumu, what are you afraid of?

His breathing was short and rapid, and his tension increased a little as I took a step down, so that his neck was strangled to death by him.

Is this the right thing to do?Should we evacuate immediately?

"It's so noisy, shut up!" Suddenly, he yelled loudly, the ignited anger made him recover briefly, and he tore off the handkerchief, his eyes were round and bloodshot .

"Mumu..." I was so distressed that I had no choice but to take a few steps forward.

"Go away!" He babbled nonsense and waved his hands, as if trying to get rid of the countless ghost hands around him. I didn't have time to stabilize him, and my feet slipped, and the two of them rolled down the stairs.

The stairs are not too short, and the undulating edges and corners knocked people upside down. I tried my best to protect his head, but when I fell, I knocked over something, and it shattered to the ground with a "pop", and I felt the back of my head go cold. cold.

Perhaps it was this tossing that drove away the invisible demons around him, and finally he stopped shouting and screaming, but looked at me with horror on his face.

"You...you're bleeding..." He said in a panic, and touched the back of my head with his hand, and his fingertips were immediately stained red.

I should have knocked down the porcelain just now, and was unfortunately cut when I fell down. Fortunately, it was not stabbed.

"Mumu, take the medicine!" I handed him the bottle of medicine that I had been carrying for a long time, but he looked left and right as if he couldn't hear him, then got up and rushed away.

Although it was very inappropriate to get angry at this time, I really had no choice but to be unable to move, so I yelled loudly: "Come back, take the medicine for me!"

There was a sound of opening a drawer next to me, and I urged: "Either take medicine or be knocked out by me, come here!" Because of talking hard, my head and legs hurt together, and I broke out in a cold sweat, and the back of my head felt even colder. .