Someone has a crush on Forensic Gu

Things were still going to get worse. There was a problem with the blood supply of An An's fingertips. In the next few days, her fingers were always blue and purple, and then they became swollen, and local skin necrosis and infection appeared.

She turned the only eyeball that could be turned, looking at her purple to black fingers, and a fly hovering beside her fingers.

This fly was very big, with a black body and dense black hairs on its back. When it flapped its wings, it would make a loud buzzing sound. It was hard for An An to ignore its existence.

The next second the fly landed on her finger, her scalp went numb.

Flies crawled on her finger, rubbing her front legs self-consciously, not feeling at all that the owner of the finger was staring at it with wide eyes.

An An knew what the fly wanted to do. The finger infected with corruption was an excellent hatching ground for the fly. She couldn't let it do whatever it wanted, but she couldn't do anything, not even a single fly. He raised his voice as much as possible to call for help.

The nurse who came over after hearing the sound had a lot of things to do, she said impatiently: "I still have a lot of patients to take care of, it is impossible to surround you all the time to help you drive away mosquitoes and flies, why don't you discuss it with your family members and ask someone Nursing work!"

After the door was closed, the fly landed on her hand again, and An An lowered her eyes, watching it lay eggs on her fingers.

She looked at it, and suddenly felt that her heart became numb.

Probably, the flies just regarded her as a dead person.

After all, she was lying like this, and it was not much different from death.

At that moment, her mind jumped out of her body, examining her own existence from a third perspective.

As a conscious body, what is the meaning of existence?

The flies hatched and squirmed on her fingers. They looked very happy, even if they were parasites, they would one day spread their wings.

But she can only lie here forever.

"An'an, don't worry... Dad will let you live. Even if Dad works hard, he will still pay for your medical expenses!"

until the end of life.

"You are my father's hope to live. If you die, what's the point of my life!"

An An slowly came back to her senses, looking at the man's distinct face, she was suddenly in a daze.

Could it be that the meaning of her life is to live for others?

Live for Duan Yang, live for An An.

Amidst the man's crying, the corner of An An's mouth twitched, feeling desolate in her heart.

One day, she woke up from her sleep, and the old man in the next hospital bed was still lying there. An hour passed, and the old man didn't move, as if he was dead.

Her eyes turned from the old man to the pale ceiling.

The doctor who made the rounds came in and disrupted her train of thought. The doctor patted the old man beside him gently, and the old man gradually woke up from his sleep, answered a few words, and soon fell asleep again.

When the doctor walked up to An An, he shook his head: "Your right hand can't be kept anymore, the infection can't be controlled, we can only amputate your leg!"

An An looked at a group of interns in white coats, their eyes were all focused on her maggot-infested hand, some of them showed pity, some covered their mouths and noses, and some burst into eyes. Cumshot excited.

Of course, this is much more vivid than the case pictures seen in books, and it is normal for them to be excited.

An An already felt that it didn't matter. Anyway, this body was too bad to be broken anymore. Maybe she should disappear soon.

After the amputation, An An was lying on the bed. She needed a ventilator to breathe. Every breath seemed to be forcibly injected with oxygen, and her life was unreal.

She suddenly remembered what Gu Yuan said to her after the car accident: "You are just a test subject out of control, you are not Duan Yang."

What Gu Yuan said is correct, she is not Duan Yang, Duan Yang's consciousness has long since died together with his body... what is alive now is just Duan Yang's experiment.

Oxygen was continuously poured into her respiratory tract, and the ventilator was working rhythmically. She suddenly felt very tired and her eyelids were heavy.

After closing her eyes, she entered a white area.

Surrounded by an infinitely extended space, Mo Lin was sitting on a pure white sofa in a suit and leather shoes, flipping through a pure white book.

An An couldn't feel her own existence, she was like a mass of gas floating in the air.

Mo Lin closed the book and looked up at her: "Are you planning to leave here?"

An An: "Where is this place?"

Mo Lin: "This is your subconscious mind."

An An: "Why are you here?"

Mo Lin: "I am the seed hidden in your subconscious, you can see me, it proves that you are now hovering on the edge of life and death..."

The white background suddenly changed, and the zebra crossing gradually changed from twisted to straight. When An An heard the sound of car horns coming from both sides, she suddenly came back to her senses...

She still has her legs and is in a wheelchair at the moment.

At this time, the countdown to the green light has jumped to "1", and the driver of the car beside him can't wait to rush over from outside the zebra crossing.

Could it be... everything that happened before was just a hypnosis?

In order to avoid the car accident, An An rolled out of the wheelchair helplessly. She didn't know why Mo Lin did this. At this moment, she subconsciously wanted to keep her neck.

However, all she heard was the sound of car horns one after another. The car did not cross the zebra crossing, and it was still parked there obediently.

The wheelchair was not handcuffed either. An An tried to stand up with her arms on the ground. Her left leg was almost healed, but her right leg was still unable to bear the force.

Even so, she still has a feeling of rebirth. Compared with her who was lying on the hospital bed like a vegetative state before, it is a kind of luck to wake up from the nightmare.

An An got up from the zebra crossing and limped towards the other side of the road, but the road seemed to be extended infinitely. She felt that she had walked for a long time, but she was still on the zebra crossing, with white stripes constantly Going backwards, but it seems that there is no end...

The courtroom was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard. Half an hour had passed since An An was hypnotized. During the whole process, Mo Lin was using hypnosis to guide An An into a deep hypnosis.

But now, An An didn't seem to respond. Mo Lin asked her three questions in a row, but she didn't answer.

"Is the accused asleep?"

There were whispered discussions in the auditorium.

As soon as this sentence fell, An An on the dock suddenly opened his eyes, his dark eyes scanned the surroundings, and his brows frowned: "Why am I here?"

There was a sigh in court.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, what about the defendant?"

An An saw Wang Lun's shadow in the jury, but Wang Lun looked at her strangely. She moved her legs and felt a strong pain.

Mo Lin stood behind An An and smiled: "What month is it today?"

An An realized that the people behind her were asking her questions, and thought for a while: "December...12th."

There was another sigh on the field.

"Today is obviously December 12th... What happened to the defendant?"

"Keep reading down, there seems to be something tricky!"

Sitting quietly, not too surprised: "Are they still alive?"

Mo Lin: "Dead."

An An seemed to know what was going on: "Where's Duan Yang?"

Mo Lin: "He's dead too."

An An was very calm after hearing the news: "So, why did I appear in the dock?"

"It's not you who will be judged today...but another personality in your body." Mo Lin walked up to An An, looked at her with lowered eyes and a smile.

"I understand." An An said, "What can I do?"

"I will create a scene where you have a face-to-face communication with another personality. All you have to do is ask him to confess his crimes..." Mo Lin bent down, approached An An's ear, and whispered: "Then kill him ..."

An An suddenly raised her eyes, her eyes were a little surprised. After a while, her eyes sank: "I understand."

Mo Lin: "Now please close your eyes, I will guide you to find him..."

The scene in front of An An gradually became clear. She was standing on the side of the intersection, waiting for the traffic light.

On the opposite side, a man with a plaster cast on his right leg was limping towards her, An An saw the man's face clearly, it was Duan Yang.

Duan Yang walked very hard, and looked to the side as he walked, as if he was afraid that the opposite car would rush out suddenly, An An noticed that the surrounding scenery was all still, and the number of the green light was always stuck at the "1" position.

She took a step forward, and suddenly, the whole world suddenly moved.

Vehicles parked on both sides of the road rushed out of the zebra crossing, the green light turned into a red light, and pedestrians on both sides of the opposite road poured into the zebra crossing. Everything was progressing in an orderly manner.

Duan Yang rushed forward with all his might, he could no longer care about his leg injury, the moment he rushed to the opposite side of the road, he gasped heavily.

Fortunately, escaped the car accident!

He turned his head to look for the wheelchair, but only saw the continuous flow of vehicles. He took a rest while leaning on the railing beside him. Only then did he feel severe pain from his right leg and left leg, and cold sweat slipped from both sides of his forehead.

Someone handed him a tissue, and looking along the hand, a girl with bangs was standing opposite him, her shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind, and her eyes were as black as ink.

He raised his head and saw a familiar face: "An'an?!"

Why did An An appear in front of him, Duan Yang didn't know how to describe his current mood, if the person standing in front of him was really An An, then who was he?

Duan Yang turned his head, his outline was clearly reflected on the glass window...

With a slender body and a plaster cast on his right leg, while he was moving, the man in the window moved exactly like him.

Duan Yang?

But Duan Yang is already dead!

He thought of the corpse he saw on the dissecting table, there was a big hole in Duan Yang's head, he was indeed dead!

Could it be... I am just dreaming now?

That disabled body is still lying on the hospital bed?

Thinking of this, Duan Yang's face suddenly turned pale.

He rushed to the glass window, trying to see his facial features clearly, he pushed away the broken hair covering his eyes, and found that he had no eyes or nose bridge!

The place where the eyes and nose should have been is now bare, which looks extremely eerie.

The author has something to say: here we come (dog head saves his life)