The next morning, when An Luo woke up, he found a honey-colored chest in front of him. He took a breath and smelled a familiar smell. He actually buried his head in his chest and slept all night...
"Brother, are you awake?" An Ze's voice suddenly rang in his ear, An Luo's face was pressed against his chest, and he even felt that his voice was coming from his chest, causing his chest to vibrate when he spoke, a low voice The shock made An Luo's scalp go numb.
An Luo's whole body froze, he quickly moved his face away from his chest, turned around and sat up. Recalling the image of him holding him trembling last night, An Luo's face turned slightly red from embarrassment, he coughed and said, "I... last night... "
An Ze also sat up, glanced at An Luo, smiled and said, "I know, my brother just had a nightmare last night."
An Luo was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "Maybe... it's not just as simple as a dream."
An Ze was a little puzzled, "Brother?"
An Luo didn't know how to say it. He especially didn't want to tell An Ze about being diagnosed with schizophrenia, and for some reason, he always felt embarrassed to tell An Ze about this kind of thing. In addition, he wasn't even sure which one was the real one. An Luo, which one is the hallucination caused by schizophrenia, this matter is even more difficult to say.
In the dream last night, a very bloody and cruel picture reappeared. He saw that he was taken to an abandoned factory. The faces of those people were blurred, and their laughter sounded hideous. Some people tied his hands and feet. He got up, picked up a whip, and slapped him hard.
The shirts were all shredded, and bloodstains were drawn from his body. An Luo gritted his teeth and did not make a sound of resistance. Those people seemed unwilling, and picked up another iron rod and hit his leg hard.
The dull sound of the iron rod and the bone hitting his ears clearly rang in his ears, and the sharp pain of being knocked off by the whole body finally made him completely faint.
Before he lost consciousness, he kept reminding himself repeatedly, don't die, hold on, you must not die...
An Luo recalled the moment when he was reborn. When he woke up in the hospital, there were indeed many whiplashes on his body, and his legs were indeed knocked off. It can be inferred that the dream last night—perhaps not called it It was a dream, but a memory that belonged to An Luo. Otherwise, it will not be clear to the point of empathy.
It seems that this An Luo was indeed beaten after being kidnapped, but he always held his breath to keep himself from dying. So, did he die in the end
Who are you? Was it a hallucination caused by his schizophrenia? Or An Luo who borrowed his body to be reborn
Which of the two possibilities is true? If it is schizophrenia, how can the past events about Anyang be explained? If it's the resurrection of the dead, why does it resonate with this body
The more An Luo thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he couldn't help pressing the throbbing temple with his hand.
Suddenly, his fingers were held gently, and An Ze's low voice came from his ear: "Brother, don't think about it anymore, it doesn't matter if you can't remember, don't force yourself."
Stop forcing yourself...
Everyone is forcing An Luo, and everyone hopes that An Luo can remember the past. The family hopes that he can remember the past and become the An Luo they are familiar with, and the police hope that he can remember the past and help them solve the case. But Anze said, it doesn't matter, don't force yourself...
Because only An Ze really felt sorry for his brother. No matter what his brother becomes, whether his brother remembers the past or not, he still loves him the same.
An Ze's feelings for his brother are deeper than expected...
An Luo suddenly couldn't bear to tell An Ze the cruel fact that "your brother is dead".
***
After breakfast, An Yang called An Ze to the study to talk. An Ze was blocked from the door, so he had to go back to the living room to watch TV with Susie.
Susie is a very special woman. She is a beautiful and gentle lady wearing a wig and dress, but she is a shrewd and capable young policewoman who takes off her wig and picks up a gun.
An Ze looked at her, was silent for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "You pretend to be Xu Wan, but no one sees through it?"
Susie smiled and said, "Xu Wan has been sent to study abroad since she was ten years old, and she stays at home for no more than seven days a year. After I returned to China under the guise of Xu Wan, her adoptive father was too busy to see me. , her brother Xu Shaoqian is also a trapeze man, and he can't say more than ten sentences when we meet each other. If this is still seen through, then I can jump on the Yangtze River. "
An Ze was silent for a moment, then nodded, "After Xiaowan went abroad, she really seldom had contact with the country. It's easy to pretend to be, and you look a lot like her." Wei Wei paused, "You don't need to continue now. Are you pretending to be her?"
Susie said, "No, Miss Xu's plane went abroad this morning, and I found what I was looking for."
An Ze asked, "You pretended to be her to investigate my brother's case?"
Susie said, "Well, it's to check Xu Shaoqian's bottom line."
An Ze frowned slightly, "Is Xu Shaoqian also related to this matter?"
Susie said: "He has known your brother for many years, and his feelings for your brother do not seem to be as simple as friends."
An Ze suddenly turned his head, "What did you say?"
Susie was taken aback by his reaction, and she was stunned before she said, "Uh, I mean, his feelings for your brother are not simple, he has a picture of your brother in his wallet, and there are a lot of couples in the bedroom. A group photo of people should have a much deeper relationship than ordinary friends. However, during the time of your brother's accident, he had been shooting commercials in Paris, so there should be no suspicion."
An Ze frowned slightly.
Susie gave him a strange look, "Are you familiar with Xu Shaoqian?"
An Ze said coldly, "I'm not familiar with it."
***
In the study, An Luo sat in a wheelchair expressionlessly.
An Yang poured a cup of coffee and handed it to him, "Do you want coffee?"
An Luo shook his head, "No need."
An Yang smiled slightly, took back the coffee cup, and took a few sips, "You said before that your brother only drinks Blue Mountain coffee, is there any special reason?"
An Luo was silent for a moment, then said: "He likes a thing, he never finds the reason, he just likes it. For example, the black rose, he fell in love with it after seeing it at a flower show. His personality is like this, Very reckless."
An Yang stroked his chin thoughtfully, "It seems a bit like me."
An Luo gave him a cold look.
An Yang smiled slightly, "You still refuse to see a psychiatrist?"
An Luo shook his head, "No need, because I am sure that my memory is not a hallucination caused by schizophrenia."
An Yang looked at him with interest, "But An Luo, what mental patients have in common is that they never think they are mentally ill, don't be stubborn, as long as a psychiatrist comes to give you an evaluation, you can be sure that you are Not sick."
An Luo lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "If I am schizophrenic, then my hallucinations must be related to abnormal brain function, and that abnormality can be treated with corresponding drugs. The symptoms of hallucinations will be reduced or even disappear.”
An Yang nodded, "From a medical point of view, it is true."
An Luo took out the box of medicines from his pocket, "This box of medicines was given to me by Miss Su. It is said that it was chlorpromazine, which was used to treat schizophrenia before I lost my memory. If I continue to take it now, and about my brother But the memories of the people still do not disappear, can it be proved that those are not hallucinations?"
An Yang thought for a while and said, "If the condition is very serious, the medicine may not work."
An Luo said with a cold face: "Are you sure that I must have schizophrenia?"
"I just trust the doctor's diagnosis," Anjan said.
An Luo was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said, "You said that the memories in my mind are all hallucinations. The people and things in my hallucinations will not really exist, right?"
An Yang nodded, "Illusions are, of course, illusions that don't exist."
"What if the person in my hallucination is real, and... his description is exactly the same as my memory?"
An Yang shook his head, "That's impossible."
An Luo pressed his chin and was silent for a moment thoughtfully. He seemed to have come up with a solution. When he raised his head, there was a rare joy in his eyes, "Perhaps, I can find evidence. Can I borrow your computer?"
An Yang glanced at him suspiciously, but still brought the computer in front of An Luo.
An Luo turned on the computer, "Can I borrow your mailbox to send an email by the way?"
"Of course." An Yang nodded, opened the webpage and logged in to his mailbox.
An Luo quickly typed an email address from the recipient: shaorong@Xxx.com , and then wrote a few simple words in the email: "Xiao Rong, how are you? Do you remember your two? What happened to the uncle's plane crash? An Luo once made a will, and all the property was inherited by An Yang, but their brother died in the same plane crash. You are the only one who has the right to inherit the property. Did the lawyer find you later? If You are still using this mailbox, please reply quickly."
An Luo pressed the send button, and then began to wait silently.
An Yang was a little curious, "Is this Xiao Rong also the person in your hallucination?"
An Luo glanced at him coldly, "Xiao Rong is not a delusional person, he is my nephew. When I died, he was not yet twenty years old, and he must be alive now."
An Yang touched his nose, "When you died..." He felt that An Luo's schizophrenia was so severe that he needed to be put under strict guards in a mental hospital. He should have asked a doctor to see him as soon as possible.
An Luo looked back at him and said, "I know you won't believe it. Even I find it unbelievable. Twenty-seven years ago, I was in a plane crash on a plane returning home from Vancouver, and I woke up inexplicably. came here."
An Yang touched his nose again, "Rebirth and time travel, this kind of TV series is outdated, and science fiction themes are more popular now."
The chicken and the duck were talking, but An Luo was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Looking back at the computer, the mailbox still did not respond, An Yang couldn't help but said, "Your Xiaorong didn't reply, are you giving up now?"
An Luo was silent for a moment, "No... At this time, he should be in the operating room, not necessarily if he didn't see the email."
An Yang asked with a smile, "Is he still a doctor?"
An Luo said, "Well, he worked as a doctor in the UK, and with his father, he specialized in the problem of combined multi-organ transplantation." Wei Wei said, "He is a very good boy. In fact, my brother and I did a lot back then. I'm sorry But he didn't blame us, he still treated us like family... I don't know what happened to him now..."
An Yang listened to him talk about these, and finally slowly restrained his smile.
The hallucinations of the mentally ill are usually fragmentary fragments, which are difficult to connect and explain with common sense, but An Luo's hallucination is a very complete life, and even everyone in the hallucination has their corresponding personality, Occupation, even love-hate relationship...
Is it really just an illusion
An Luo looked normal, calm, and rational, not like a psychopath at all.
Looking at An Luo's serious expression, An Yang's heart softened, and he had to compromise and say: "Okay, I will believe what you said for now, and give you two more days. If the email is still missing by the night after tomorrow. If you respond, then you must listen to my arrangement and see a psychiatrist."
"Okay, just wait for two days." An Luo nodded, turned the wheelchair, and turned to go out.
Just as the wheelchair slid to the door, there was a sudden beeping sound from the computer. An Yang turned around and moved the mouse, and saw an unread letter displayed in the lower right corner. The sender was from doctoravin.
"An Luo, wait." An Yang reached out and grabbed An Luo's wheelchair with a solemn expression on his face.
An Luo turned his head suspiciously, and saw An Yang said with a serious face: "The Shao Rong you mentioned has a reply."