monster guardian

Qi Xinghan stopped on the sixth floor, and looked towards a door.

Mushui followed his angle and looked over.The door was an old-fashioned green anti-theft door. The word "Fu" was pasted on the door, and Spring Festival couplets were posted beside the door.

"Are we going here?" Mushui whispered.

"Ah."

"Do you need me to knock on the door?" Mushui asked again.Qi Xinghan would bring him here, which naturally shows that this is an unusual place.He asked aloud, just to ease Qi Xinghan's emotions at this moment.

Qi Xinghan said, "No need."

After speaking, he took a long leg and walked to the door with ease in two or three steps.He raised his finger and knocked on the door. The door opened quickly, and the person inside smiled and said, "Did you forget to take the key again?"

The door opened, revealing the figure and appearance of the person inside.

It was a woman in her forties, wearing a black sweater, wearing a pink apron, with her long hair tied up, giving her a very homely atmosphere.But after the woman opened the door, the expression on her face froze.

She stared at Qi Xinghan dully, unable to even roll her eyes for a moment.

Another old and hoarse male voice came from inside the door: "Did Qiqi not bring the key? Don't let her buy it. When her father comes back later, just bring a bag of salt." It should be an old man in his seventies.

Only then did the woman's eyeballs resume turning, and she spoke with a dry voice: "Dad...Dad..."

"What's your name? What's the matter? It's not Qiqi who came back—" The old man's voice was cut off suddenly, and there was the sound of crutches on the ground. As he walked this way, the old man said in a low voice: "...Oh, I see."

The old man quickly walked to the door. He was tall, and standing behind the woman, he could still show his old face.

The old man looked at Qi Xinghan and said in a stiff tone, "Oh, you're here."

Mushui felt that this scene looked particularly weird.

The scene that was originally full of life suddenly seemed to be filtered by a black and white silent film, and everything became gloomy and low-key.The inside and outside of the door seem to be two isolated worlds.

Footsteps sounded again in the stairs, and a girl ran up the stairs quickly, and then froze not far away, calling out in a low voice, "Little uncle..."

This time, everything is clear.

Mushui let out a breath slowly from the bottom of his heart.

This family was Qi Xinghan's relatives, but judging from their performance, none of them welcomed Qi Xinghan.

Is this what Qi Xinghan wants to show him?

The woman rubbed her hands in embarrassment: "Qiqi come in first, hey, I forgot, I'm too busy recently, Qiqi is going to be promoted to high school, everyone forgets when they get busy... Come in, come in, and this……"

Only then did the woman look at Mushui.

Only then did Qi Xinghan open his mouth: "Doctor."

The woman's complexion instantly became extremely subtle, a little ugly, but it seemed to be relieved.

"It's a doctor, hello doctor, hello doctor! Come on, come in...don't stand still..."

The door was wide open, Qi Xinghan stepped in first, Mushui followed closely behind, and then the girl named "Qiqi".

After entering the door, Mushui took a rough look.

There are soft cushions on the wooden sofa, a red lacquered round table not far in front of the sofa, and a yellow lacquered wooden stool beside the round table... The decoration here is a little outdated, but it is very neat.

Mushui glanced at the old man without any trace. The old man was wearing a black padded jacket, and his facial features could vaguely reveal the handsomeness of his youth. The only thing that seemed a bit inconsistent with his face was the deep furrow between his eyebrows.

Mushui speculated that the old man should have received a good education, and even he himself was very likely to be a teacher in the past.But in his bones, he should be a more disciplined, even more rigid person.

So when they saw Qi Xinghan, they didn't seem very welcome, so they explained it.

Qi Xinghan had a bone spur growing on his back, and it definitely did not form in a day or two. Judging from the files left by the Jinshui City Special Cases Research Institute, he started seeing a doctor a long time ago.

At that time, his family should have also discovered his abnormality.

So...repulsion?do not accept?Or even feel...frightened about it?

Mushui felt a little strange in his heart.

He frowned quickly, but when he raised his head, he was still the friendly Dr. Mu.

After a while, Qiqi's father also came back.

When the middle-aged man saw Qi Xinghan for the first time, he shouted loudly: "Why are you coming back? Didn't I say that? I won't use it anymore!"

It was the old man who said with a cold face: "Okay, no matter what, according to the rules, he has to come back, and even if he leaves, he has to eat before leaving."

The middle-aged man wanted to say something more, but at this moment he saw Mushui on the side.Probably because he was afraid of the presence of strangers, the middle-aged man reluctantly stopped talking.

This small round table was quickly filled up.

But it seems a little inappropriate to say that it is full.

Because Mushui and Qi Xinghan were sitting together, Qi Xinghan was on Mushui's left and the girl Qiqi was on his right.Qi Xinghan's right hand side is him, and his left hand side... the left hand side should have been a middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man has moved to make a space.

As a result, everyone else was crowded together, but Qi Xinghan's left hand side seemed a little empty.

This obvious rejection made Mushui a little unhappy.

That's what elementary school students do!

The food is cooked by women.

Qiqi bought the salt back, but the dishes served by the woman were still without salt.

Obviously, for them, with the dinner party joined by Qi Xinghan, it seemed less appetizing, and it didn't matter whether there was salt or not.

Qiqi bit her chopsticks, raised her head eagerly, and looked at Qi Xinghan. She couldn't hide the admiration and yearning in her eyes, and she whispered, "The students in our school really like my little uncle. The news said that my little uncle The water and electricity were cut off in the film and television city, and my classmates couldn’t eat or sleep well... I couldn’t sleep well either, I kept thinking about..."

"Shut up and eat your food." The middle-aged man said stiffly.

He should be Qi Xinghan's brother.

Mushui thought to himself.

But this elder brother is not as good-looking as one-third of Qi Xinghan's.

Qiqi was so overwhelmed that she couldn't speak, she just lowered her head and bit her chopsticks aggrievedly.

The meal was really tasteless.

But Mushui didn't care too much, in short, it's good to eat enough first, so that he will have strength no matter what he will face next.

When Mushui was half full, the middle-aged man spoke during the dinner. He looked at Mushui very unfriendlyly and asked, "Are you his doctor?"

Mushui: "Yes."

"According to his situation, shouldn't he be taken into the hospital? Why should he be released?" The man sneered: "It's ridiculous! A mental patient! A monster! What kind of star can he be? There are so many people talking about him... They Do you know that he is mentally ill? Do you know that he will kill when he is ill?"

Mushui raised his finger and pointed to the small steamed buns stuffed with red bean paste on the table: "Isn't this delicious?"

"What?" The middle-aged man's arrogance froze.

"Can't this stop you?" Mushui tilted his head to look at him.

Mushui has a pure face and soft eyes. These words from his mouth are extremely lethal, but it is impossible to refute him, because it seems that bystanders will be on his side.

The middle-aged man changed his face slightly: "Which hospital are you from? I'm going to sue you!"

Mushui said in a low voice: "I sincerely suggest that you go to the hospital to register and check whether you have mania. Every word of yours is filled with anger, and it is accompanied by body movements to vent..."

Middle-aged man: "What did you say? Ah! What did you say!"

"That's enough, sit down!" The old man clapped his chopsticks and said coldly, "What are you in a hurry for? He left after eating. Is it obstructing your eyes?"

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Dad, you also know how scary he is...I don't dare to sit with him for too long..."

The woman covered Qiqi's ears with one hand, took her daughter into her arms, and whispered: "Stop talking, have you said enough?"

The middle-aged man shut his mouth.

Wait until the meal is over.

The woman got up to wash with the bowl, and the man dragged Qiqi into the kitchen.

Mushui asked in a low voice, "Which room did you live in before?"

Qi Xinghan pointed to that room, which was very close to the kitchen.

"Can I go take a look?"

"can."

Mushui nodded, got up and walked in.

The furnishing in the bedroom was covered with a layer of dust, a 1.2-meter single bed, an old yellow-painted desk, and bookshelves nailed by wooden boards... have not been changed.It seems that on a sudden day, the owner of this place left and never came back. The entire bedroom was also covered in dust, and no one dared to move a single bit.

It's an old building with thin walls and poor sound insulation.

After standing in the bedroom for a while, Mushui heard a voice from the next door.

The woman's voice trembled slightly: "You've seen it...you've seen it...how dare you, dare to talk to him like that? Are you crazy? You don't want your life, Qiqi wants more."

The man ignored her, and said to Qiqi in a low voice: "Qiqi, don't tell anyone that he is your uncle. Haven't I told you this many times? You have to remember, you have to remember, you know?" ? If he comes home again in the future, you are not allowed to talk to him! He is a lunatic..."

Hearing such a passage, Mushui's eyes were a little empty.

The woman at the banquet stopped the man's words, and he thought there was a soft-hearted person in this family.Only now did I realize that it was only because she was more afraid of Qi Xinghan.

How many years has this been going on?Or ten years?

Mushui flipped through the things in the bookcase, there were trophies, certificates, notebooks, middle school and high school books... all of them had a name written on them without exception.

Fan Hao.

Mushui flipped through the books suspiciously, and found that almost every book had traces of graffiti.It's not the kind of naughty scribbles of children, but more like emotions like a big bow that is stretched to the extreme and is about to lose control, so I can only use this kind of action to vent all kinds of suppressed emotions in my heart... Some of the papers All torn.

Mushui flipped through those notebooks again, and there were traces of scribbles on the notebooks, but relatively speaking, they were controlled a lot, and the lines on them seemed more organized.Mushui even turned over a few paintings, some with cats, some with crosses, and some with horned demons on their heads... All kinds of weird things were drawn into them.

Turning to the end, a vague outline was drawn on the hard bottom shell, slender, as if it would fall down when the wind blows.

No.

It doesn't fall when the wind blows.

Because the painting is not so much like a person, but rather like a blowing wind.

Mushui flipped through other things, and finally found something like a diary. Mushui paused, but just put it in his pocket and didn't open it.

Then he turned and exited the bedroom.

The living room was eerily quiet.

The old man and Qi Xinghan sat there stiffly, neither of them spoke.

Mushui looked up at the wall clock and asked, "Can we go?"

Qi Xinghan nodded, got up and walked out with Mushui.At this time, Mushui noticed that the old man was also obviously relieved.They are all afraid of him.

Qi Xinghan is like this...

What about... Yuan Sheng?

Mushui suddenly thought of what Yuan Sheng casually said when he and Yuan Sheng were in the amusement park.

Does every... monster have such an experience?

Mushui turned his head to look at Qi Xinghan, and Qi Xinghan happened to turn his head to look at him.

Qi Xinghan whispered, "What else do you want to eat?"

"Huh?" Mushui was taken aback.

"Do you want ice cream?" Qi Xinghan asked.

Mushui nodded instinctively.

They went downstairs and got into the car.

Qi Xinghan started the car and drove Mushui to an ice cream shop.

At this time, it was already [-]:[-] in the evening. Probably because of the restricted queue, there were not many people outside, including not many people visiting this ice cream shop.

Qi Xinghan opened the car door and walked down without sunglasses or a mask. He walked to the counter and said in a low voice, "I want an ice cream cone with chocolate and egg waffles."

"Okay." The other party responded, quickly made a cone, handed it over to him, and took the money from him at the same time.

Qi Xinghan's performance was too open, and when he got into the car with the cone, the cashier suddenly reacted: "Dancing Grass? Isn't that Qi Xinghan?"

"Where is where? Where is Qi Xinghan?" There was a commotion inside and outside the ice cream shop.

But Qi Xinghan had already gotten into the car, gave the cone to Mushui, and started the car.

Mushui held the cone and licked it. Qi Xinghan probably knew how bad the meal was, so he took ice cream to compensate him?

He bit a bit of chocolate, and then asked aloud, "Who is Fan Hao?"

"I."

"Huh?" Mu Shui was taken aback, he really couldn't connect this ordinary name with Qi Xinghan.

"Did you change your name later because you became an artist?"

"No." Qi Xinghan paused, as if remembering, and continued: "This name was given to me by someone else. He said that when he looked into my eyes, it was like seeing a brilliant Milky Way. .The journey of the sun and the moon, if it comes out of it. The stars are brilliant, if it comes out of it. It probably came from here."

"That Qi..."

"His surname is Qi."

"Oh." Mushui responded, "So that's how it is."

"Ah."

"Since when did you have this?" Mushui whispered, reaching out to touch his back lightly.

"It was very early, about ten years old, and just started junior high school...the first person I saw was my mother." The word came out of his mouth, a little unfamiliar, probably because he hadn't called it for a long time.

"From then on, I died." Qi Xinghan said calmly.

Mushui recalled the scribbles on those books, from the books in the first grade of junior high school to high school. I don’t know when those notebooks were, but from the development of symptoms, it should be something in the late high school.

Mushui asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

Qi Xinghan: "Don't be angry, how can a dead person be angry?"

"Then... won't you be sad?"

"No." Qi Xinghan's posture was exceptionally calm.

Mushui felt a little weird, there was a problem with the expression...

Where is the problem with the expression...

Mushui hurriedly licked the cone that was about to melt, and said in a low voice, "When I was in junior high school, I was discovered. At that time...wasn't it sad?"

Mushui felt that this should be inextricably related to his Cotard syndrome.

When a person suffers a great injury and cannot bear it, the brain is likely to send a signal for self-protection.Then self-hypnosis, telling myself that I am not a monster, but a dead person, a dead person, of course I don't care about other people's reactions... and I don't care what more things happen to me.

Qi Xinghan said, "I'm not sad."

"Since then, I have died." Qi Xinghan emphasized calmly again.

But this is inconsistent with reality, Mushui said in his heart.

Qi Xinghan said that Fan Hao was his past name, and that bedroom also belonged to him.Then there is no doubt that everything in the bedroom should belong to him.

The books were his, as were the notebooks and diaries.

Those scribbled books spanned his entire junior high school career.

This shows that he is not not sad, not not angry.Even during that time, his emotions should have collapsed to a certain extent.But all of this... was erased from his mouth.

Qi Xinghan told a lie?

impossible.

If Qi Xinghan wanted to lie, he wouldn't have brought him here.

Qi Xinghan is now fulfilling what he said, and he is willing to share more things related to him with him.

So... Qi Xinghan was indeed self-hypnotized.

In his memory, from the moment he was found, he was dead.

That is, since then he has suffered from Cotard's syndrome.

This disease is closely related to the bone spurs on his back.

In other words, unless the bone spurs on his back disappear, he will never be able to get rid of this disease.

Mushui took another bite of the ice cream, and the taste of milk and chocolate spread in his mouth.

But Mushui couldn't feel the sweetness, only a little bit of chocolate's bitterness.

Mushui took the diary out of his pocket and handed it to Qi Xinghan: "This is yours."

Qi Xinghan glanced at it, as if he felt it was a little strange, he took it, flipped through it casually, the densely packed words were crowded together, Qi Xinghan felt a little dizzy.

Qi Xinghan closed the diary, handed it back to Mushui, and said, "You can read it."

It can be said that it is very cooperative.

Mushui almost cried out.

Where can I find such a good patient?

Mushui hugged the diary and licked another mouthful of ice cream: "Okay."

He opened the diary.

What is recorded on it is actually what we eat and what we do every day, and at the end, there will always be a sentence: "I am already dead."

It looks like Diary of the Second Second Disease.

Mushui turned to the end, and it was that painting again.

On the hard bottom shell, a vague outline is drawn, slender.

Not like a person, like a blowing wind.

It appears frequently, it may be some kind of symbol in Qi Xinghan's heart.

Mushui pointed to Qi Xinghan and asked, "What is this?"

Qi Xinghan pulled over and stopped the car, and looked at the painting distractedly. He was startled, and a emptiness appeared in his eyes.This is so rare.Most of the time, his eyes are actually numb and cold.

"...It's a person." Qi Xinghan struggled to search through his memory, his facial features showed varying degrees of anxiety that he hadn't noticed at all.

Mushui can now be sure that this painting is indeed a person, not a symbol.

To Qi Xinghan, this person should have left a deep impression on him, but he couldn't remember clearly, so it was rare for him to show anxiety.

"What kind of person is it?" Mushui asked softly.

He tore two pieces of paper to wrap his hands, and now he didn't even care about the ice cream melting again.

He stared at Qi Xinghan with soft eyes, trying to make Qi Xinghan feel safe and comfortable.

"One..." Qi Xinghan slowly closed his eyes, and he grabbed the steering wheel: "A very small person, very small, very thin. He said that when he looked into my eyes, it was like seeing a brilliant galaxy."

It turned out to be the same person who named it.

Then his meaning to Qi Xinghan should indeed be different.

Why can't Qi Xinghan remember clearly?From Qi Xinghan's ability to clearly describe when he was discovered by his mother to have a bone spur on his back, it means that his memory should be coherent, and what was tampered with in the middle is only the memory of whether he is dead or alive, sad or sad. ...

Qi Xinghan slowly opened his eyes.

His tone was a little blank: "...I don't remember, I don't remember him."

Mushui threw the ice cream in his hand into the trash can beside him, wiped his hands, and quickly rolled up the car windows.Then he unbuckled his seat belt, bent slightly, and leaned over Qi Xinghan's body.

He also adjusted Qi Xinghan's car window.

Then Mushui turned off the lights in the car, leaving only the street lamps on both sides of the street, casting some dim light into the car, like a warm yellow and slightly drunk light.

Qi Xinghan's breathing stopped suddenly.

He watched Mushui's movements, and his body relaxed slightly.

After finishing all this, Mushui sat down again, stretched out his hand and slowly opened Qi Xinghan's fingers, and took his hands off the steering wheel.

Mushui's fingers pressed against Qi Xinghan's, bringing a little warmth.

This kind of temperature will make people feel an instinctive comfort and relaxation, and this kind of skin-to-skin feeling will give people a sense of security.

Mushui's voice was even softer, he said: "Now, close your eyes, let's recall together..."

Qi Xinghan closed his eyes cooperatively.

"When you met him, was it morning or afternoon?"

"……afternoon."

"What does the sky look like? Is it blue as if it has been washed by rain? Or is it dark clouds hanging down, and the wind and rain are about to come? Or, the sky is full of clouds, and at dusk, a little crimson light shines on the sky. On his shoulders..."

"...It was dusk, when the sun was about to set, he saw it." Qi Xinghan's eyelashes trembled slightly: "He saw my appearance..."

"Well, did he talk to you?"

"No, he's just sitting there... laughing. He's smiling at me. He's so small, he's sitting there like he could be picked up with a light hug. I walked over and I talked to him. "

"What did you say?"

"I asked him if he got lost."

"Then what did he say?"

"He asked me back, are you lost? He is young, but he speaks like an adult."

"and then?"

Qi Xinghan's eyeballs moved slightly.

He seemed to be trying to remember, but this memory was so vague that it was difficult for him to recall anything else.

Mushui was not in a hurry, he still looked at Qi Xinghan quietly and waited slowly.

The interior of the car was extremely quiet, and even the sound of heartbeat and breathing could hardly be heard.

People's limbs will instinctively feel weak, and the brain will gradually become in a trance.

Time does not know how long has passed.

Qi Xinghan seemed to be about to fall asleep, and his eyeballs stopped moving frequently.

"Why don't you draw his face? Because he is ugly?" Mushui turned to another question.

Qi Xinghan's eyeballs moved slightly, and he blurted out: "No, he's pretty."

"Ok?"

"He's very good-looking... very good-looking..." Qi Xinghan said hoarsely.

It seems that with a light lift of your hand, you can touch the soft hair in memory.

Qi Xinghan said: "He is the real brilliant Xinghan."

After the words fell, Qi Xinghan suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at Mushui, and a trance color appeared on his face in an instant.

Qi Xinghan just stared at Mushui, with his usual sweet and distant voice, he said, "But his more specific facial features... I can't remember. I can't remember at all."

If Qi Xinghan's brain released self-protection signals, it would be impossible to achieve this level.

Because that person has nothing to do with "self-defense" at all.

Mushui reached out and turned on the lights in the car, pouted a little embarrassedly.

What else does this mean?

It also showed that he was unable to guide Qi Xinghan to recall the correct memory!

It shows that he is very good!

Mushui suddenly wanted to pick up the thrown away cone.

Eat something sweet and at least release some endorphins!

The author has something to say: This chapter is a merger of two updates, I have made up for the update that is owed!In this chapter, Brother Yuan's name also appears! ! !

Then Xinghan’s brilliant stalk is here _(: зゝ Can you understand this chapter! I believe you must be very smart!