32 days

Yi Alan was stunned for a long time, thinking over and over again, which one is a dream and which one is real, yesterday or today.

He turned on his mobile phone, and the time was clearly written on June 6, 1:7 in the morning; outside the window, it was the same morning scene as he remembered, and the few fitness equipment in the open-air fitness area of ​​the community were occupied by chatting old people , Looking a little further, the exposed half of the road is full of vehicles.

Yi Alan called her mother first, and was connected after a few beeps.

"Alan." The gentle voice seemed to be unfamiliar, as if it had not been heard for a long time.

Yi Alan's eyes became hot: "Mom."

The voice over there smiled: "Woke up so early? Why are you calling me? Do you want me to take it back early?"

"Yeah." Yi Alan said vaguely, "Are you okay?"

"Already off work, on the way."

"Then drive well." Yi Alan hung up the phone, lay down on the window sill again, and watched the people coming and going downstairs, and their conversations proved that there was not much difference between today and the previous days.

Yi Alan didn't know whether to cry or laugh, everything was a nightmare yesterday.

Calls to my uncle are still unanswered.Yi Alan almost wondered if his uncle had changed his phone number in recent years due to the nature of his work.Speaking carefully, this number was indeed saved seven or eight years ago, and I have never contacted him on the phone in the past two or three years.

Yi Alan had no choice but to search the Internet about the 32nd. Because he was worried that the domestic time was too early, he turned on the computer and went to the external network in different time zones to inquire several times. No one mentioned the strange event of the 32nd on the Internet, and no one responded. His posts and updates.He even posted a post about looking for Zhou Yanan. If Zhou Yanan also searched for the news on the 32nd, he should have seen him, right?But no one has answered.

As if it was really just his own imagination.

He had to admit that his illness was serious.He hoped that it was only himself who was sick, not the world.

Fortunately, I had already made an appointment with the psychiatrist for treatment, which was just five days later.

There was a sound of unlocking the door soon, and Yue Ximing came in carrying fresh milk and vegetable fried egg sandwiches.

Yi Alan saw that this was a real and living person who had existed for 27 years in his life and never disappeared.

Yue Ximing was frightened by Yi Alan's eyes, and asked cautiously: "Do you have something to tell me?" Her tone was almost guarded.

Yi Alan shook his head: "I'm just hungry." He pretended not to see that kind of vigilance and worry, anyway, he has been used to it for a long time.

Yue Ximing threw the breakfast to Yi Alan, went to wash up by himself, and when he was about to go back to the bedroom to sleep, he asked, "Alan, when are you going to find a new job?"

Yi Alan bit her sandwich and said, "It depends on the situation, first check online to see if there is any suitable position."

"I remember that you have a classmate in this city who makes smart devices? It seems to be doing very well. I can sometimes see him on the news."

"Jian Cheng you are talking about? His family is indeed doing very well, and it is also ranked among the top in the national smart industry." Yi Alan vetoed it without hesitation, "But if I am willing to go to his company, I will go there in the year of graduation. I don’t want to be a subordinate to my classmates. Anyway, I don’t have any ambitions, so I just want to find a medium-sized company and live a stable life.”

"Up to you." Yue Xi smiled broadly, as if Yi Alan would unconditionally support whatever she did.

Mother went to catch up on sleep, and Yi Alan didn't want to make any noise in the living room to disturb her rest. When she went back to her room, she saw that no one talked about the 32nd on the Internet.

Yi Alan threw herself back on the bed, restrained by a deep sense of powerlessness.Yesterday's dreamlike experience, mental illness, confusion about the future, all kinds of thoughts are intertwined and annoying, and they are constantly cutting back and forth.At this time, he thought of Zhou Yan'an.The man who doesn't seem like anything will bring him down, what would he do if he were in his situation?

When Yi Alan couldn't help substituting Zhou Yan'an, she suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. This was too much like a sign that she could not bear the pressure of reality and split into a second personality.

Yi Alan suddenly wanted to cry. Those things that seemed to have happened but never seemed to happen, and those things that were going to happen, were all so illusory and painful, tormenting his fragile soul.He was afraid that he had already been lost in a psychological predicament. He couldn't be sure whether he was still awake, whether he could make an accurate perception of the outside world, and whether he could distinguish what was true from what was false.

He doubted his own existence.

After an unknown amount of time, Yi Alan heard her mother's cell phone ringing wildly, and soon the ringing disappeared, and her mother was woken up and connected the phone.

Yi Alan couldn't hear what her mother said, but within a minute, the door of her mother's bedroom was pushed open with a loud creak, and hurriedly walked through the living room.Yue Ximing pushed the door in without even knocking: "Alan, your uncle has passed away."

As soon as she arrived at Uncle Yi Xiaoshan's house, Yi Alan's grandma threw herself into Yue Ximing's arms tremblingly, tears streaming down her face.

The poor old lady experienced the pain of bereavement again, crying hoarsely: "Obviously! I did the crime! I will not die well! I am not dead yet, I have sent away my two sons!"

The preliminary result of the doctor's examination of Yi Xiaoshan's body was sudden cardiac death, and the time of death was probably early this morning.

When Yi Alan called his uncle Yi Xiaoshan, grandma got impatient with the ringtone and called him in the living room to answer the phone quickly, but Yi Xiaoshan didn't respond.Although grandma was angry, there was nothing she could do about it. The second son was ignorant, and at this age he still couldn't do anything. He was far behind the elder son.

Thinking of the eldest son who died young, the old lady became even more sad, sitting on the sofa and weeping silently.

After the old man finished lamenting her desolate old age as usual, he went to make breakfast and asked her only son to come to eat.There was still no movement in Yi Xiaoshan's house.The old lady knocked on the door angrily, and when she opened the door, she saw Yi Xiaoshan lying on the bed with his heart not fluctuating, his face cold and pale.

Yi Xiaoshan did not rule out the possibility of homicide at first because he was not engaged in debt collection work.But after the doctor's examination of the body, the police's questioning of Yi Alan's grandmother, and the investigation of the scene, the possibility of murder by drugs and other means can basically be ruled out.

Yi Xiaoshan looks tall and big, but in fact his body is weak, his visceral fat is hypertrophic, his life is unstable, he often drinks and hangs out in the middle of the night, and it is very likely to cause cardiac arrest when he is tired and stressed And sudden death.And Grandma Yi Alan did often hear her son complaining that a certain creditor was too cunning and despicable recently, and there was no way to stop him.

The policeman took Yi Xiaoshan’s mobile phone which had broken the password, and looked at Yi Alan: “You are the nephew of the deceased, Yi Alan, right? You were the one who called the last missed call on the deceased’s mobile phone. I heard from your grandma that you and Yi Xiaoshan doesn’t contact him often, why did he suddenly contact him at seven o’clock this morning? Don’t think too much, I have no other intentions, just a routine inquiry.”

Yue Ximing looked like Yi Alan in surprise, and she also couldn't understand why Yi Alan wanted to find an uncle he didn't know very early in the morning, and hadn't spoken in front of her.

Grandma choked up: "Lan Lan must have felt it! After all, they are related by blood!"

Yi Alan was stunned, not knowing what to say, he seemed to be immersed in clouds and mist at the moment, everything was so unreal.He was still unable to determine whether he met his uncle in the doomsday yesterday, and the only uncle who could answer him died suddenly.

Perhaps, as grandma said, it is about the gods and ghosts in the dark.Uncle's ghost took him to the dream on the 32nd to bid farewell, and chased his creditor away forever.

"I just came back from resigning from another place, and I know he has a lot of contacts, so I want to ask him if there is any suitable job here to recommend for me." Yi Alan reluctantly pulled out a line in the chaos, and gave an excuse to the police.

The police were indeed conducting routine interrogation, and did not continue to ask the bottom line. They just reminded: "The young man is very young, and there are plenty of job opportunities, so don't go astray."

However, Yue Ximing took a deep look at Yi Alan, then lowered his head, hugged the old lady/comforted her.

The police and doctors withdrew quickly.

Yi Alan cautiously walked into his uncle's room amidst grandma's continuous crying.

The curtains are drawn, the vision is dim, and the furnishings are messy.

A body/body without a soul lay there.Yi Alan hesitated and dared not go forward. At this time, the death meant by that corpse was not only his relatives, but also his reason.

Until Yi Alan saw the familiar tattoo on his uncle's neck, a string of black thorn flowers winding up, spreading from his chest to his chin.To be honest, my uncle's body shape and temperament are very harmonious with such a tattoo. Maybe my uncle tattooed this string of ominous patterns just to frighten his creditors.

Therefore, when Yi Alan saw her uncle yesterday, she didn't express any surprise or novelty about the tattoo, as if the tattoo had always been with her uncle.

But Yi Alan clearly remembered that when he saw his uncle for the last time in reality a year ago, his uncle had absolutely no tattoos.

If the 32nd day was all imagined by him, where did he see his uncle's tattoo?

Yi Alan stepped into the air, fell into the abyss of confusion and fear, and couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

Uncle's funeral was busy for three or four days.As the last male member of the Yi family, Yi Alan shouldered all the heavy burdens by himself, going through the funeral procedure mechanically and numbly, and had no time to sort out his fears.All he knew was that Zhou Yan'an did not find him on the Internet, and no one mentioned the 32nd.

He could only seek help from a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist Tian Lu is a very young man, probably no more than 35 years old. He looks ordinary but looks comfortable, which makes Yi Alan feel a little more at ease. He can't express his confusion in front of the rigid middle-aged people.

Yi Alan was sitting on a blue armchair, and the surrounding decorations were also very fresh and clean. A white rose that bloomed well was inserted in a transparent glass bottle on the table, lighting up a point in sight, making people feel uneasy. Consciously take it easy.

Tian Lu looked at the patient with gentle eyes, and he was patiently waiting for the patient to open his heart.

Yi Alan said 32 days.

Tian Lu smiled. He may have judged in his heart that this handsome and cherished boy suffered from delusional disorder, but his expression still showed respect and concern: "You have to tell the root cause of your depression, so I can help you." You analyze these things."

Yi Alan pursed her lips and turned her head, unwilling to look directly at the psychiatrist, as if he dared not look directly at his future: "My father is gay."