It's so hot... There are dazzling fire lights all around... The body seems to be shaking violently... The screams and shouts in my ears are so noisy that people have a splitting headache...
"Brother, let's go!" An Luo's voice was particularly dry because of his nervousness. But An Yang was very calm, he gently held his trembling hand and said, "Where can you go?"
"Brother..." An Luo heard a choked choking in his own voice.
An Yang turned his head and said with a smile, "Compared to dying of old age and illness, it's not bad for us to die together like this."
There was a deafening explosion in my ear...
"Brother—" An Luo suddenly sat up from the bed, a fine layer of cold sweat oozing out of his forehead. In the scene of the plane crash, An Yang's smiling eyes were as if it had just happened...
An Luo grabbed his shirt and took a deep breath, but suddenly heard a low voice in his ear: "Are you awake?"
An Luo raised his head and suddenly met the face of a young man.
The flying sword eyebrows reveal a cynical dashing, deep eyes with a warm smile like spring; the familiar lips are slightly curved, calm and calm; there is also the familiar white shirt, neat and clean, always like a new one. Same.
—Anyon? !
An Luo froze on the bed in shock.
How could it be him? How could it be him? Is this another dream? !
"You seem to have a fever." He put his hand gently over and put it on An Luo's forehead to test the temperature. Then, his beautiful brows were slightly wrinkled, then he turned around, poured a glass of water and brought it over. Tablets of different colors, "Come, take some antipyretic."
An Luo stared at him blankly, let him help him up, let him pass the water to his lips, and fed the medicine.
It wasn't until the cool water poured into his throat that An Luo was completely awake. He grabbed his hand tightly and said, "Brother, aren't you dead? What the hell is going on? Brother, why are you here..."
The other party's face seemed a little surprised, and he pulled his hand back calmly, smiled slightly, and said, "You probably recognized the wrong person, we haven't met before."
"..." An Luo looked puzzled.
"By the way, let me introduce. I'm An Yang, the leader of the special case team. I'm in charge of the case of your kidnapping. Susie should have told you the general situation. Don't worry, I'll send someone to take you away, just for the sake of better protect you."
"..." An Luo looked at him blankly.
An Yang thought he looked cute, couldn't help smiling, and said, "Is it because I look a lot like someone? You just kept grabbing my hand and calling me my brother. But, An Luo , you are the eldest son of the An family, you don't have a brother."
"..." An Luo came back from a daze, looked at him silently, and frowned slightly.
An Yang said in a low voice: "I know that it is very difficult and cruel for a person to accept that he has a mental illness. Don't be afraid, I will arrange for a psychiatrist to meet with you tomorrow and have a good talk with him. It will help you." An Yang patted the back of An Luo's hand lightly and said, "Have a good rest."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the door.
An Luo kept staring at his back, until he stopped at the door, and suddenly said, "Experience can be an illusion, but what about feelings?"
An Yang stopped.
An Luo said, "Would you fall in love with an illusion that doesn't exist?"
An Yang frowned slightly, but explained with a good temper: "People with mental illness usually have no self-knowledge. They don't think they are sick, but feel that everything in their hallucinations is true."
Looking back at An Luo, An Yang couldn't help but soften his voice, "Don't be stubborn. When the psychiatrist sees you and your condition is under control, you may be able to slowly remember the past."
An Luo ignored his words, but whispered to himself: "He likes black roses very much, but he doesn't even look at other flowers; he likes blue mountain coffee, but hates the taste of latte; He eats bamboo shoots and eggplants, and hates all spicy foods; he never puts chives in his porridge, and he frowns and picks them out when he sees them..."
"He has a deep love named Su Zihang. He is willing to give up everything for him. He bought a wedding ring and chose the most beautiful church in the world. He wants to take him abroad to register for marriage. They are the most in love I have ever seen. lover."
An Luo raised his head and looked fixedly at An Yang at the door, with a very serious expression on his face, "He is my brother. No one has the right to deny his existence, including you."
An Yang looked at An Luo silently.
An Luo's whole person looks like a tight violin string. Although he tries to stay calm, the next moment, maybe a simple sentence can make him completely collapse. The tightly clenched fists, the slightly red eyes, the slightly trembling lips, such a man pretending to be calm, looks a little distressing.
An Yang thought for a while and said, "Okay, let's not discuss this matter for the time being. You need to rest now, don't think too much." Then he turned around and walked out, closing the door gently.
No one knows that An Luo in the house finally collapsed and hugged his head with his hands when the door was closed. The word splitting headache is not enough to describe his feeling at the moment, every blood vessel in his head seems to be bursting. It's just as uncomfortable to open.
How ridiculous? The person who looked exactly like An Yang actually calmly declared that all this was just an illusion caused by schizophrenia. They actually wanted to use the reason of schizophrenia to completely deny An Luo's life.
However, even if everyone used hallucinations to explain all this, An Luo would silently insist on his beliefs. He didn't believe it was an illusion, because the name Anyang was as precious as life to him.
***
When An Yang walked to the living room, Susie was sorting out a stack of documents, looked up at him, and said, "An sir, how is he? It seemed like he was having a nightmare just now. I heard him calling him brother all the time."
An Yang said calmly: "He has a fever. I fed him antipyretics and gave him a sleeping pill by the way. Now he is probably asleep again."
Susie nodded, was silent for a while, and said softly: "Actually, he is quite pitiful. He has been living in his fantasy world. The brother he imagined does not exist at all..."
"Go back first." An Yang interrupted her, "You are tired after a busy day."
Susie hurriedly said, "I'd better stay here. The killer they sent this time is not easy to deal with."
"It doesn't matter, this is my private villa. There are no more than five people who know this place. Besides, those killers are trying to sneak into the hospital to assassinate the fake An Luo." An Yang smiled and said, "You first Go back, with me here, there will be no problem."
Susie smiled and saluted, "Then I'm leaving, boss."
An Yang nodded, "Well, be careful on the road."
After Susie left, An Yang frowned slightly and turned to the living room, picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Sorry, the user you dialed has been turned off." A man's calm voice came from his ear.
An Yang whispered: "Stop pretending, Yueping, I want to see you urgently, are you free now?"
Zhou Yueping said lightly: "An sir, do your special case teams investigate cases regardless of time? It's ten o'clock in the evening, and I also have to take a break from get off work. I'll check again tomorrow if I have something to do."
"Not as a police officer, but as a friend, I want to meet you." An Yang gave a slight pause, "This time, it's my private matter."
Zhou Yueping was silent for a moment, "Okay, I'm unlucky to know you. Where are you, I'll go straight to find you."
***
Half an hour later, Zhou Yueping's car stopped at the door of An Yang's villa.
An Yang went downstairs and took him to the living room. Zhou Yueping looked around and said, "A man with a cleanliness addiction is really scary. The house is as clean as a funeral home."
"You have to hurt me a few words to be happy?" An Yang smiled slightly, poured a cup of brewed coffee and handed it to him, "Drink coffee?"
Zhou Yueping shook his head, "No, I don't like coffee, especially Blue Mountain Coffee."
An Yang sat opposite him, took a sip from the coffee cup, and said, "You know this must be Blue Mountain?"
Zhou Yueping said: "Nonsense, everyone who knows you knows that you are very particular about coffee. You spend a lot of money to buy authentic coffee beans and cook them yourself, and you only drink Blue Mountain." Wei Wei paused and said solemnly, " From a psychological point of view, your behavior can be regarded as a mild paranoid personality disorder."
An Yang looked at the coffee, was silent for a moment, and whispered: "Only my family and friends know about my habits, but... how could he know?"
"He?" Zhou Yueping looked up in surprise, "Who is he?"
An Yang frowned slightly, "A stranger, but he said all my habits. I like black roses, I like to drink Blue Mountain coffee, I like to eat bamboo shoots and eggplants, and I never put chives in porridge. Do you think this is it possible?"
Zhou Yueping shook his head, "No way? I don't even know many of your strange habits."
"So there can only be two explanations. One is that he guessed blindly, but he guessed everything right; the other is that he really knew me, but I don't remember him."
"..." Zhou Yueping was silent for a moment, "After talking for a long time, who is he?"
An Yang paused slightly, "It's a poor man diagnosed with schizophrenia. He has been having hallucinations. In the world of hallucinations, he has a brother who treats him very well. But the problem now is that in his hallucinations My brother, all the habits are exactly the same as mine."
Zhou Yueping frowned slightly, "How is this possible?"
"I also find it unbelievable. You know, I'm an only child, and I don't have a younger brother. But when I saw him today, it felt strangely familiar. I seem to have heard the name of another person he mentioned."
"Do you think that the problem lies with you?"
An Yang nodded, "I suspect that I have been hypnotized."
"Why do you suddenly have such an idea?"
"Because there is always a gap in my memory, there seems to be a gap of about a year in my childhood." An Yang turned to look at Zhou Yueping and said, "This is why I came to you today, if I really did hypnosis Can that part of the memory be found again?”
Zhou Yueping thought for a while and said, "It's best to find a psychiatrist who performed hypnotism for you back then. If someone else does it, it's likely to cause confusion in your memory."
"It's up to you. Your professional level can minimize this risk."
Zhou Yueping said: "No matter how low the risk is, it still exists. I can't guarantee that you will not have an accident." After a pause, he said solemnly, "An Yang, I advise you not to take this risk, you are not having a good time now. Is it alright? If you lose your childhood memories, you'll lose them, what's the point."
An Yang took a sip from the coffee cup and said in a low voice, "I live well, yes, but I don't want to owe anyone. If this matter is really related to me, I will never choose to escape."
Although he had a smile on his face, the expression in his eyes was tough and determined.
Zhou Yueping glanced at him and sighed helplessly, "Okay, you have a bad temper, and no one can convince you to make a decision. In this case, I will help you. I need to know the specific time when you were hypnotized. ."
An Yang nodded, "If my inference is correct, I was hypnotized about twenty years ago..."