Capgras delusional syndrome

It was already winter, and it was cold and damp in the old factory. At night, it was almost unbearable.Su Qian has been suffering for two days. The biting cold keeps him awake all night, but he is almost used to insomnia due to his previous illness. He just needs to shrink himself a little tighter and shake his body from time to time to generate heat. , Gritting your teeth can survive.

However, Yang Shaojun still had a fever, and when the temperature gradually dropped at night, he felt dizzy, his whole body was weak, and his stomach was rolling, which was extremely uncomfortable.

"Ahem..." He coughed non-stop, as if a cat's paw was scratching his throat, itching and hurting.At the end of the cough, I couldn't stop it, I was groggy, my consciousness seemed to be out of my body, but my body coughed spontaneously and mechanically.

Su Qian couldn't see his reddened cheeks, but when he heard that his cough was close to exhaustion, he hurried over and pressed his forehead against his, and couldn't help being startled—it was like boiling water. The temperature is up!Touched to feel burning skin pain!At night, although he already felt that Yang Shaojun's body temperature was very high, he didn't feel the same, he just thought that his body was warm and he had been frozen for too long, but now it seems that it is indeed extremely hot.

Feeling panicked and at a loss, he leaned over to meet Yang Shaojun face to face, trying to lower his temperature with his cold face.One of them is in a world of ice and snow, and the other is in a scorching heat. It is the scene of two heavens of ice and fire.

Yang Shaojun's physique has always been very good, and he hasn't even had a fever for many years, but that's how it is, once he gets sick, he will be violent, and he will be completely confused by the fever.

Su Qian was too cold, his coat was taken away, leaving only a thin sweater on his body, his skin looked like it had just been fished out of the refrigerator.As soon as he stuck to Yang Shaojun, both of them shivered at the same time stimulated by the other's temperature. Yang Shaojun, who was already half-conscious, unconsciously moved closer to Su Qian's body, longing for his coldness, and even groaned uncontrollably.

Su Qian couldn't help but opened his eyes and looked at Yang Shaojun worriedly.His eyes hadn't seen light for a long time, and when he opened them, he felt a sharp soreness. Fortunately, the lights in the factory were very dim at night, which didn't give him too much stimulation.After he got used to it a little bit, he saw Yang Shaojun's appearance clearly, his whole body suddenly stiffened, every pore exploded, and a violent factor became active quickly, clamoring for him to push away the person leaning on his shoulder to jump up and shout.He quickly closed his eyes, desperately suppressing his impulse, like a wandering sinner praying in a panic, repeating messy words such as "Amitabha", "God Bless", "Allah", "Great Mercy", etc. Pious, just grabbing at a straw to get out of drowning—he's still overestimating what he's capable of.No matter how clear and clear he thought with his eyes closed, once he saw a plausible face, the suppressed doubt swept over again, almost dragging him into that terrible abyss again.

There is still no way. After all, vision is the dominant factor of senses. Only when his eyes are closed can he barely open his heart to believe in the outside world.

But it's different than a month or two.At that time, due to the stimulation of amphetamines, Su Qian's hormone secretion was disordered, and at one point he reached the point of schizophrenia, and he couldn't think rationally at all.It is precisely because the treatment in these days has taken effect that Su Qian was able to connect all the events to a cause and effect, with normal logical thinking ability, and open up to Yang Shaojun what he said earlier.

It has been a long time since Su Qian managed to adjust himself.

Yang Shaojun coughed and coughed so loudly that the guards couldn't sleep. Finally, two people came over unbearably. One of them saw Yang Shaojun dying of illness and was about to kick him impatiently, but was kicked by the other. A man stopped him and gave him a wink: "Brother Ding told you so." The man withdrew his feet angrily, and said, "Look at you! What are you doing?"

Yang Shaojun feebly raised his eyelids and glanced at them, trying to sit upright, but his body was too limp to use any strength.

Su Qian hesitated.He didn't know whether he should turn to these gangsters for help, and it might not be useful to ask them for help, but Yang Shaojun's fever was so severe, if he didn't seek medical treatment in time, he might have trouble later.

Yang Shaojun probably guessed what he was thinking, and said first: "I'm fine..." It's just that his voice was hoarse and deep, which was really not convincing.

The two underworld boys look at each other, and don't know what to do with him for a while.It was three o'clock in the morning, if he called Ding Chengfeng because of this person, the other person might get angry at himself for being disturbed.

A person said in non-standard Mandarin: "You sleep, sleep for one night and you'll be fine."

Su Qian finally couldn't help but asked, "Can you give him some antipyretics..." If the fever continues like this, I'm afraid it will burn out his brain.

A man walked away, and came back with a tube of medicine after a while: "Get you some morphine? Or do you want marijuana? Ecstasy?"

Su Qian was taken aback, and even Yang Shaojun was so stimulated that he opened his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said weakly, "Don't... just give me some water..."

Originally, Yang Shaojun, who was not worth much ransom, they would not care about his life at all. It was possible to beat him until he couldn't even cough because he thought his cough disturbed Qingmeng, but for Ding Chengfeng's sake, the two The man discussed in a low voice for a while, and finally brought back a bottle of mineral water and a coat to cover him.

Yang Shaojun said with difficulty: "Can you let go of one of my hands? One will do."

The two hesitated for a while, seeing his half-dead look, they thought he couldn't do anything wrong, not to mention that there was a dog chain on his feet, so it came loose.What's more, after letting go of his hand, he can still drink water by himself, so as not to be served by others, so he gave away the rope in his hand.

Yang Shaojun asked, "Is there any hot water?"

Those two people glared at him angrily, angry at him for kicking his nose and face, and finally brought him an extra bottle of mineral water and a pack of biscuits, and threw the things on him angrily: "Sleep for me!"

When the two people walked away, Yang Shaojun struggled to pick up the mineral water, unscrewed the bottle cap, and drank in small sips.The cold water made his jaw sore as soon as he took it in, and he almost couldn't help but spit it out.The feeling of being sick is really uncomfortable, Yang Shaojun never imagined that one day he would be so weak, he felt a little sad.He warmed the water before swallowing it, drank half of the bottle slowly, and finally felt a little strength.

Su Qian listened to his swallowing sound from the side, feeling dazed and sad.Suddenly, he felt his lips heat up, and he was startled, and a stream of water was sent into his mouth, and he subconsciously swallowed it.

Yang Shaojun chuckled in his ear: "Did they never give you water? Your lips are so dry and cracked." After speaking, he kissed him with wet lips.

Su Qian's whole body was stiff, and he held his neck for a long while before he could utter a word: "Why are you feeding me with your mouth, it's so...dirty..."

Yang Shaojun smirked, knowing that he had committed a cleanliness addiction, and the long-lost mischievous factor was about to move in his body, so he swallowed his saliva and moved towards him. Su Qian turned his head to avoid it with a flushed face.

A few seconds later, he heard the sound of Yang Shaojun swallowing, and the heat source beside him moved a little further away, and a soft apology sounded in his ears: "I'm sorry, I forgot that I'm still sick, it won't be good if I infect you."

Su Qian opened his mouth and blurted out: "No..." Then he was bored again, not knowing what to say.

Yang Shaojun picked up the bottle of mineral water that he hadn't drunk before, wrapped it in his arms and held it, and opened it when the water was not so cold. Holding Su Qian's face, he raised the bottle and slowly fed him.Su Qian was also thirsty for a long time, and took several sips before stopping.The water flowed down the corner of his mouth. Yang Shaojun wiped it off with his fingertips and sucked the water off his fingers. Of course, Su Qian didn't see it.

Yang Shaojun opened the bag of biscuits again. He was so sick that he really lost his appetite and kept feeling nauseous, but he managed to eat three or four pieces—if he didn't eat, he would soon lose his strength.After he finished eating, he broke up the biscuits and fed them to Su Qian.If it was in the past, Su Qian must have thought how unclean his hands were, but at this moment he didn't say anything, and silently ate everything Yang Shaojun fed him.

Temporarily satisfying his hunger, Yang Shaojun moved to Su Qian's side and did what he had wanted to do for a long time - hug Su Qian into his arms.He shook off the cotton coat that the man gave him and covered himself and Su Qian. It was enough to cover both of them.Yang Shaojun put his arms around Su Qian's shoulders, but unfortunately he really didn't have much strength, and the hand resting on Su Qian's shoulders kept slipping limply.Su Qian moved closer to him, constantly cooling him down with her icy cheeks.

Su Qian seemed to be suffering from the cold, and he couldn't cover it to keep him warm. It was easy to get some warmth from Yang Shaojun's body, but it went in from the left and went out from the right, and it was always icy cold.Yang Shaojun ignited a big stove inside, and the inexhaustible heat couldn't be lowered no matter how Su Qian posted it.Also because of this, they need to draw warmth from each other so much, they can't wait to melt themselves into each other's body.

The guys who stayed in the factory over there completely lost their sleepiness because they were woken up, so they simply played Doudizhu together, huddled together and made a lot of noise, and didn't care whether the two hostages could sleep or not.

Su Qian needed to rest, but his brain was too clear, and he didn't feel sleepy at all; Yang Shaojun wanted to wake up, but his body was out of control, and he quickly lost consciousness again.

The people over there became more and more excited when they played cards, three and another three, and finally a dozen or so people woke up, chattering loudly.No one would notice that in another cold corner of the factory building, two men cuddled each other in twisted postures.

Later, Yang Shaojun was so feverish that he started talking nonsense, and called his mother in a low voice.Su Qian once heard him talk about his mother, but it was always "that old woman" before, but this was the first time he heard the word mother.

He said, Mom, I want to eat braised pork.Then he said, company commander, I want to go home.Then he said, sorry, but there is no subject.

Su Qian rested his forehead calmly and said, "I'll make you a meal of braised pork when I get home."

Yang Shaojun seemed to have heard it, his lips kept moving, but he stopped talking in his sleep.The dream was still full of twists and turns, and in just a few minutes, almost his entire life was projected in his mind.

At this moment, Su Qian couldn't help but think of many things when he heard the clamor and laughter of the people playing cards not far away.He suddenly remembered Yang Shaojun's lengthy confession that day. He said that he had done too much. He said that he would not appear in front of him again after he recovered from his illness. He said—he said, not to mention you are Brother Su Wei.

He also remembered many old things. Four months ago, Yang Shaojun secretly hid Su Wei's photo in his wallet; a year ago, Yang Shaojun wandered downstairs of Su Wei all night, and left silently after dawn; ten years ago Yang Shaojun, lying on the ground with bruises all over his face, begged himself not to interfere with him and Su Wei.

It doesn't have any special meaning, just suddenly remembered that those things that were deliberately ignored or forgotten all surfaced in such an inappropriate early morning.He didn't feel heartbroken, and didn't make up his mind, it's just that he remembered it.

Two people squeezed into a small space, one recalls life in order, and the other replays the past in reverse order.Similar predicament, completely different state of mind.