This is not the last time Zhao Yuankun saw that figure.
When he told Gu Tang about this experience, he had already returned to Wenzhou, wherever he was, hotels, friends' houses, and Internet cafes, whenever the creepy sensation on the back of his neck surged, the dark shadow must be around.
Next to the sewer manhole cover under the street lamp, the toilet in the Internet cafe, it seems to be everywhere, but there is no more action, just staring at him. Zhao Yuankun tried to catch it, but every time it appeared somewhere far away but within sight, sometimes even just poking a head out of the corner and staring at him quietly.
Zhao Yuankun was almost driven crazy. He desperately wanted to find out the reasons behind these things. He first went to the dermatology department and then to the neurology department. The dermatologist said that it was probably a fungal infection in some place. The neurologist said that it may be nerve ending inflammation, but the symptoms may have changed.
Probably, maybe, maybe. Zhao Yuankun ran from hospital to hospital, and from department to department. He listened too much, maybe, maybe. No one can give him a definite answer.
He finally went to see a psychiatrist.
The psychiatrist said that it may be hallucinations, and excessive anxiety leads to mental disorders.
Zhao Yuankun felt that no one could understand him. He took a lot of videos with his mobile phone. The time of these videos was all night, outside the window, under the street lamp, and the black figure standing next to the sewer. In different videos, they have different poses, but they all look up.
They, or it, linger like a nightmare.
At this point, Zhao Yuankun’s story has come to an end for a while. When it came to this, the sun outside the window was so big that the snow at the top of the building was a little dazzling. Gu Tang lay on the sofa and said, "When contacting Zhao Yuankun, I suspect that he has really experienced psychological problems, his language and thinking have become confused and irritable, and he also tends to be paranoid in seeing things."
"You also understand psychology."
"I took elective courses in college, and I know a little, and know a little."
I pondered for a moment: "Is everything he said is really just a fantasy or an illusion?"
"No." Gu Tang shook his head, "Even though he had psychological problems when he met me, the things he said were real, and he was just forced out of his mental illness by these things. "
That's pretty miserable.
"Later, this story should be far from over."
Gu Tang took a sip of tea, "Yes, these are things that happened a few years ago. Although this incident is strange, it has something to do with us and makes me a little bit interested, but it is far from enough to make me concentrate on this matter. The turning point of things happened about two months ago."
"Before that, I had not been in contact with Zhao Yuankun for a long time. At first, he would send me some messages intermittently. Most of them were meaningless emotional vents. It can be seen that his state is getting worse and worse, even at the beginning. God talked, and his thinking began to lean towards metaphysics. I also suggested that he accept a comprehensive psychological treatment, but he has been very resistant, and the matter will not be resolved. Later, he never sent me a message again, I I sent a few and never received a reply. The contact between the two was broken. I thought he was probably dead or completely crazy. Until two months ago, I suddenly received a letter. "
"Believe?" I asked him, with some uncertainty.
"Yes, a paper letter is a Zhongtong Express mailed in the form of a document. Open the document bag and it is a letter."
I vaguely guessed something, "Is it a letter from Zhao Yuankun?"
"Yes, I once told him my address in Beijing, and suggested that if he needs help, he can come to Beijing to find me."
"What does the letter say?"
"Just like the letter from Kitai Masaichi and Xiangshui that Mae Kishiro received before his death.'I can't avoid it. I can't avoid it. On a windy night, he walked out of the tide.'" (End of this chapter)