It has been two years, and he will definitely still have an obsession with Bai Sheng after he is released from prison. Bai Sheng's mental state is so unstable, he can't control his emotions, and he can't effectively protect himself. It will easily lead to bad results. What happened two years ago You don't want to repeat it either. "
The hummingbird lowered its eyes and stared at the road between the two, as if thinking about what he said, Ling Chennan sincerely advised: "At least give you a chance to cherish this rare period of peace, no matter who lives in this body , you don't want him to get hurt, do you?"
"I said doctor, did you...do you make a mistake?" Hummingbird raised her face again, her white skin glowed sickly in the night, her beautiful facial features were full of bloodthirsty pleasure, and she slowly said each word. Said: "I said that it is too cheap for him to spend two years in prison. What I mean is that he can live for another two years. When he is released from prison, who will be injured, doctor?"
Ling Chennan opened his eyes wide and looked at him in disbelief. Hummingbird widened his smile little by little, took a few steps back, stood under the streetlight again, and waved a finger up to signal him to watch carefully.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. After waiting for a while, he said, "Hello? Lu... Is Dr. Lu? I, I'm Bai Sheng."
Ling Chennan stepped forward to stop him, but he stared fiercely at him as a warning, but his tone was soft and hesitant, lifelike: "I'm sorry to disturb you so late, I, I want to tell you, next week's..."
His words stopped abruptly—Ling Chennan slashed his carotid artery from behind—he was knocked unconscious, his phone fell to the ground, and he fell into Ling Chennan's arms.
Ling Chennan picked up the phone and hung up without hesitation.
[Eleventh week? Wednesday? Night? Continued]
Ling Chennan went very smoothly when he started, but he encountered difficulties afterwards—the street was quiet again, and there was not even a stray cat. He was wearing flowery pants and cotton shoes, kneeling on the main road, holding a beautiful unconscious man in his arms .
It is definitely not possible to go home, not to mention how my parents will misunderstand, if it is not Bai Sheng or Hummingbird who wakes up, it will be even more troublesome—the old lady thought that her job was to take the bundled psychiatric uniform to fill up every day. Chasing and subduing crazy patients in the yard, worrying terribly.
The tension from the confrontation with the hummingbird gradually receded, and Ling Chennan belatedly began to feel cold. He looked left and right on the empty street, thought for a while, and called a taxi with his mobile phone.
Seeing their attitude, the taxi driver was unwilling to take the taxi. Ling Chennan quickly explained: "He either drank too much, or he was a little unwell. If you don't believe me, smell it! If there is no smell of alcohol, he won't spit it out in your car."
After persuading them for a long time, the driver uncle finally let them get into the car - he was not willing to help when he saw him carrying the big living people - and drove all the way to Bai Sheng's house.
When it was almost time, Bai Sheng woke up.
As soon as the man opened his eyes, he was in a daze for a while, but he understood it when he looked inside and out. He raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Ling Chennan! How dare you!"
Ling Chennan had a terrible headache, and he missed the well-behaved Bai Sheng terribly, so he quickly hugged his arm that was about to be raised: "Shh... don't make trouble."
Hummingbird eyes fire: "Fuck your mother-ah!"
Ling Chennan tightened his arms in an instant, strangled him and screamed: "Are you sick!"
Ling Chennan: "I told you not to swear, and keep your voice down so that you don't startle the driver."
Hummingbird rolled his eyes and took two deep breaths, moved his throat, and said "I've tried my best to bear it" and said through gritted teeth, "Let go, hold!"
Ling Chennan sized him up, saw the driver's terrified eyes in the rearview mirror, and said, "Okay, I'll let go, but be good."
Hummingbird blurted out: "Good boy..." Because of his expression, he swallowed back the last word and said, "You're disgusting."
Ling Chennan smiled with satisfaction, and let go.
Hummingbird frowned and looked out the window, and continued to curse: "Mom's neck hurts to death, you wait for me..." It took a long time to realize: "Where are we going?"
Ling Chennan said, "Go back to your house."
Hummingbird clicked his tongue, and he said, "No, it's Bai Sheng's house."
Hummingbird got angry again: "His home is my home!"
Ling Chennan: "Don't yell, don't yell, why is his home your home? What's your occupation? What are you doing besides making trouble for Bai Sheng? The rent was saved by Bai Sheng's hard work drawing pictures before."
Hummingbird looked at him for a while, but was not angry. He sneered and said, "You do care about him, but don't worry, I can't tell him."
"Nor do I," Ling Chennan said indifferently, "But... you mean, you and Bai Sheng can communicate?"
Hummingbird looked away again, not really wanting to answer his question.
Ling Chennan poked his arm: "I'm asking you something."
Hummingbird moved his shoulders and turned to stare at him: "Don't touch me all the time."
Ling Chennan also felt strange—if it was Bai Sheng in front of him, he would definitely restrain his words and demeanor. That person had a sensitive mind, fragile nerves, and looked fragile, but now he just changed his personality, and the same body It looked very different.
Hummingbird turned back again: "No, why are you following me when you go back to my house? Get out of the car!"
Ling Chennan didn't take his words seriously at all, and said: "It's all said that it is Bai Sheng's family, and Bai Sheng told me that every time you take away your body, you will buy a bunch of things blindly, spend money lavishly, and don't say anything. Getting into trouble everywhere and getting all bruised, so I'm going to watch you."
Hummingbird narrowed his eyes: "Are you sick? Huh? You're not that guy's psychiatrist anymore, and you still go to work without paying? Or... you don't like him, do you?"
Ling Chennan smiled: "With your ability to change the subject, you want to send me away?"
Hummingbird didn't want to talk to him at all. After arriving at the destination in silence, he folded his hands and said two words: "Give me money!"
"What's the matter, don't you like to see me spend Bai Sheng's money?" Hummingbird squinted at him, her eyebrows raised and lowered, looking very unreasonable.
Ling Chennan fumbled around in the pocket of his padded jacket, and innocently said, "I didn't bring any money."
Hummingbird: "You!"
Ling Chennan: "You stood under my window in the middle of the night and called me down. Do I still have my wallet?"
Hummingbird lost his temper, took out the money and threw it to the driver, and said boldly: "Don't look for it!" As soon as he put his hand on the car door, Ling Chennan held down the back of his neck and taught him a lesson: "It's rude," and then he turned to the driver Smile: "Excuse me master, please give me some change, thank you."
The driver master returned the change to them and ran away in a hurry.
Ling Chennan folded up the rest of the money and kicked it into Hummingbird's pocket, and pressed his face with the back of his hand: "It's so cold, wearing so little, and using a shared body is so irresponsible."
The hummingbird jumped away and clenched its fists: "I told you not to touch me for nothing!"
Ling Chennan's veteran cadres usually put their sleeves up: "Why, you can't beat me. If you want to beat me, you have to exercise. At night, when you should sleep, you run out and wander around the streets, so you don't have a good rest."
The hummingbird couldn't take it anymore, and shouted: "You are so talkative! Don't follow me!" After taking a few strides forward, he suddenly looked back at him and asked, "Why are you laughing!"
Ling Chennan cleared his throat: "I didn't laugh."
Bai Sheng's house was pitch black, and the heater was still on. He probably fell asleep before, but woke up again in the night as a hummingbird. The house was empty and quiet, and something kept humming.
Ling Chennan touched his pocket, and the Bai Sheng cell phone that he had just taken away was vibrating, and he didn't feel it when he put it in his jacket. When he picked it up, it was Lu Baizhou. He waited until the phone rang and sent a message: I'm sorry, Dr. Lu, something happened suddenly just now, and it's inconvenient to answer the phone now, which makes you worry.
Lu Baizhou replied: It's all right.
Do you doubt it? The senior must find it strange, Ling Chennan thought, but the phone was snatched away: "You are sick! Why mess with other people's phone!"
Why does this person always call others sick? Don’t you think it’s ironic? Ling Chennan was a little amused, sat down and said, “Hummingbird, let’s talk.”
The hummingbird said decisively, "Go to hell."
Ling Chennan smiled indifferently: "Let's talk, can you and Bai Sheng communicate, huh? You said before that he didn't dare to come to the psychological clinic, so please help him? So you were the one who came to the clinic for the first time, right? The one who ran away and disappeared without a trace. Does he ask you to help him with things he doesn’t dare to do?”
As expected, Hummingbird's masculinity was inflated, and he snorted and said, "That guy is as timid as a rabbit, he dares nothing, the stuttering mother is dead, he doesn't look like a man at all!"
Ling Chennan: "So? You are the most courageous of you, right? Everyone comes to you when they need anything?"
Hummingbird rolled his eyes impatiently and said, "No, sometimes we can communicate for a few seconds when changing people."
Ling Chennan tried to imagine the process of this "substitution", nodded and asked: "There is another one, I saw it last time, the one who kept crying without speaking, does he have a name?"
Hummingbird said, "Oh, you said toffee."
Ling Chennan: "Toffee? Can he talk?"
Hummingbird shook his head: "No, who knows, I haven't heard him speak, Toffee is my name, he likes to eat that thing, but Bai Sheng and I don't like it, I don't like sweets, Bai Sheng I can’t stand the smell of milk, and once he didn’t come out for a long time, I threw away all the candy at home, and he kept crying and crying, which made me sick to death.”
Ling Chennan groaned, and asked again: "You said that it was Bai Sheng who followed me all along? Since when did you start?"
Hummingbird seemed offended by his question and said, "Of course!