Although I don't know why I ran the red light at the time, I have a strong premonition that it must have something to do with Xia Yan.

As soon as I think of Xia Yan, I have a faint uneasiness rising from the bottom of my heart, followed by an indescribable anxiety, I try to suppress this inexplicable feeling, and analyze the doubts in the file as calmly as possible.

There is no record of Xia Yan's death in the records of the case, and I can't find any news about Xia Yan after the car accident, if there is no news, is it also a possibility, that is, Xia Yan is still alive, but I don't know where she is?

If Xia Yan is still alive, then why did she just appear in my dreams? In real life, everyone around me seems to have consciously blocked everything about her, if I hadn't seen her repeatedly in my dreams, I'm afraid that the mark of her existence would have disappeared in this world.

How is it possible for a living person to evaporate from the world without a trace?

My eyelids jerked, and I had a guess in my mind, but I didn't dare to think about it any further.

Xia Yan...... Xia Yan......

I suddenly remembered the psychological clinic, and the psychiatrist named Qin Huai, everything seemed to point to the place where the mystery first appeared, and it was also the place where the mystery was most likely to be revealed.

From the day I dreamed of Xia Yan, I was directed to the psychiatric clinic, and maybe there were some secrets hidden there that I didn't know, and I decided to find out.

Soon, I took my file bag and went to the heart clinic again.

The yellowed and dilapidated stand, the familiar and greasy smell of instant noodles, I stepped through the door of the clinic again, and although I had been here many times, I couldn't help but frown and pinch my nose because of the strange smell here.

"Mr. Gu, you're here. Dr. Qin Huai raised an eyebrow at me with the iconic instant noodle bucket in his hand, and lifted the frame of his glasses with one hand, his expression surprised, as if he didn't expect me to come today.

Judging by the smell in the air, the instant noodles are stewed with shiitake mushrooms and chicken, but this time he changed the taste.

But in fact, I don't think it's much better than the braised smell, he seems to have just come back from outside, and there is a strong smell of sweat on his body, I stood near the door, and didn't close the door, so that I can be more receptive to the smell here.

I nodded, thinking mentally about what to ask him, and even though he still seemed so unreliable, I always had the feeling that he must know something.

"Did you make any major discoveries when you came to me this time?" After speaking, he lowered his head and sucked a sip of instant noodles, chewing with relish.

I watched his actions, I stood by the door and felt the urge to leave, I don't know why I think this unreliable psychiatrist would know any secrets, I feel like my brain is caught in the door, and it may be a mistake to be here today.

But I don't seem to have anyone else to ask other than this psychiatrist. I always feel that the people closest to me are deliberately hiding something from me.

I closed the door, but still chose to take the file bag and sit down in front of a chair not far from the psychiatrist.

I watched him eat instant noodles in silence, and I didn't rush to explain my intentions.

Although it's not the first time I've been here, I still have some concerns about this unreliable psychiatrist.

He seemed to see the change in my mood and sped up his own sucking bubble noodles, and even a few drops of juice almost splashed on me, and I moved my chair back a little further away from him.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. He raised his fork to apologize to me, then took a few sips of soup from the instant noodle bucket and burped with a chicken stew with shiitake mushrooms.

He took out a napkin from the side and wiped his mouth, threw the paper into the instant noodle bucket, then threw the instant noodle bucket into the trash can under the table, and finally put his hands on the table with his fingers crossed, and sat a little upright: "Say, did you find anything when you came to me this time?"

I was about to put the file bag in my hand on the psychological counseling table that looked extremely informal, when I saw the juice spilled on him eating instant noodles just now, I took out a few napkins to wipe the juice off the table, and then put the file bag in my hand on it.

"You reminded me last time, I went back to check, this is the file I got from the police station about my car accident ten years ago, you can help me see it first. "I pushed the file on the table to him, intending to wait for him to read it, and then talk about my recent experiences and investigations, as well as my own speculations.

This time, he was conscious, and when he picked up the file to check it, he first wiped his hands with a napkin.

A few minutes later, he looked up at me after reading the file, and his expression was serious like a serious psychiatrist: "Mr. Gu, this file says that you and Xia Yan had a car accident together, and the cause of the car accident was running a red light, so I don't know if you have this impression?"

I shook my head and said, "If I knew, I wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble looking for car accident files." "Looking at the psychiatrist who was seriously helping me analyze at this time, I began to feel that he was still a little more reliable.

While looking through the file in his hand, he continued to ask me: "The file has your injury status, but there is no Xia Yan's injury status, is it possible that she is not dead?"

His questions were the same as those I had when I first saw the file, and it seems that he had helped me think about it.

"I feel the same way, but I can't find Xia Yan right now. After that, I began to tell him about the situation I had investigated these days, my mother's abnormality at home, and my previous experience in Hua'an Hospital.

He listened carefully to my narration, took out a blank piece of paper and a pen from under the table and wrote and drawn, and after I told him everything, he pondered for a long time before he raised his head and said: " According to the file you showed me, as well as the situation you just described to me these days, I personally deduce that someone should have deliberately hidden Xia Yan's affairs from you, and it can even be said that this person has almost enveloped everyone around you and concealed things about Xia Yan from you, if it weren't for your frequent dreams of Xia Yan, maybe you would really forget that you had her existence in your life, and it is for this reason that you have not known the fact of the car accident for ten years. ”

I furrowed my brows, I did think about it, but I didn't dare to really continue to think about it, if there really is such a person, then who is this person, and what is the purpose?

If a person does something to get some benefits or benefits, then what good will I forget about Xia Yan for this person?