Suddenly, the WeChat prompt sounded, and my headache disappeared immediately.

I was in a trance, what was the headache and why did it suddenly go away?

The splitting headache just now depleted my strength, and my hands were shaking. I barely managed to walk to the computer desk and sit down, then picked up my phone tremblingly.

When I opened my phone and clicked on the WeChat chat box, it turned out that Yu Zecheng replied to me.

He said, "The time has not yet come, so wait and see!"

This is a man who is extremely good at maneuvering, and I am like a pawn on his chessboard now, and he is not in a hurry because he is laying out.

I didn't send him another message, but he sent another one, and he asked me, "Why did you wake up so early? Are you turning over the house?"

I couldn't help but look up and look around, is there surveillance installed everywhere in this house?

I feel as if Yu Zecheng can see me, and since he has the key to this house, he must have the opportunity to do something.

Why did he have the key to this house? I suddenly realized the question, and just as I was about to ask him, I was stopped by another message from him.

He said: "Don't waste your efforts, you can't turn over anything, anything that can awaken your memory has long been dealt with by your mother." ”

My mom?

Yu Zecheng actually mentioned my mother directly! I had already guessed that my mother must know a lot of hidden secrets, because her acting skills were too clumsy.

"How do you have the key to this house?" I digressed from my own mother, with whom I could not have talked any further.

"Su Li gave it to me. These five words sent by Yu Zecheng pierced my heart in an instant.

Su Li gave it to him? Am I really not Su Li? That's why he said that?

"Why did I give you the key to this house?" I asked again.

"It's not you, it's Su Li who gave it to me!You're not Su Li, you're Su Mo!" Yu Zecheng replied in seconds, as if with anger.

"Can't you remember your lover's physical characteristics, I'm Su Li!" I gritted my teeth and stubbornly replied to him.

"Are you Su Li, are you my lover?" I am afraid that even you don't believe it when you say this, right?" he replied unceremoniously.

"It's you who have always been confused, and it's always been Su Mo who chats with you, not me! Su Mo is your lover. "I'm really not vomiting anymore.

"My woman has a scar on her neck, and everyone who knows her in the world knows it, will I be confused?" Yu Zecheng sent a voice message directly and stopped typing.

His voice was filled with anger, followed by another voice.

He said, "You have a scar on your neck, do you think you are Su Li?

Well, you're not a normal person. My hallucinations and auditory hallucinations are already appalling, and this thing goes straight to the level of soul exchange.

I've been taken to the ditch by him now. I asked him, "Are you so sure I'm not Su Li?"

He never replied, as if he had suddenly disappeared and evaporated, silently.

I put my phone on the computer desk and covered my face with my hands. It's so messy, I don't have a clue at all.

When I picked up my phone again and tinkered with it, I suddenly found that I had deleted all the chat content with Yu Zecheng.

I was shocked and couldn't understand why I was unconsciously deleting it, as if someone else was manipulating my body.

"What's going on? Are you in my body?" I said to myself, "If you're in my body, can you come out and talk to me?"

But no one answered me, only myself talking to the air in this little study.

"Your lover Yu Zecheng is about to go crazy, you just deleted my chat history with him, you must not want to leave him with trouble in the future, you still love him, right?"

I continued to mumble to myself. "What's going on with those ropes I just saw? And I also saw Jiangnan, what happened here?"

No one answered me, and I was talking to myself like a fool. The self-talk that does not get a response gradually becomes careless.

I realized that talking to myself like this made me feel a lot better.

"Can I really live like this? I don't know who I am, I don't know what happened, what should I ?......do?"

I hadn't slept well that night, and now I was muttering to myself, and slowly sleepiness set in, and I lay on my stomach on the computer desk.

"There's a letter under this table, I see it, but I just can't hook it, what kind of letter is it?"

"Don't you want to be with your children? I gave you this body, so that you can continue to live and take care of your children? But what ?......have you done?"

I was suddenly stunned and suddenly came to my senses. Did I say those words? How could I say those words?

I stood up suddenly, but I didn't know what I was standing up for, looking for "her"? But where was "her"?

Is it in the bathroom mirror? or in my body?

"You're talking, aren't you? I hear you, you're talking! You've been in my body all along, aren't you? What do you mean by those words? Why do you say you gave up your body to me?"

I was talking to the bookshelf, to the computer, to the opposite of me in this little study, but I didn't know if there was "her" or where "she" was.

I held my computer desk in my hand and suddenly realized that I could move it away. I can't use too much force on my left arm, so I use my right hand to carry it.

The computer desk is heavy, but I have no problem moving it with one hand. This small study room is very small, and when you move the computer desk, it is tightly packed together with the bookshelves.

No. There was nothing on the ground that had been removed.

I never left the study, no one came in during this time, and the letter must still be there.

Could it be that something got under the computer desk?

The baffle at the bottom of the drawer is synthetically pressed, and the space below is small in width.

The whole computer desk is only a little wider than my arm, so why can't I hook the letter?

Is there no faith at all, and what I see is just an illusion?

I don't believe it!

Just as I was about to turn the computer desk over to take a good look, my mom suddenly walked in. "What are you doing? Can't you just be honest? What are you tossing about?"

"Uh...... I was afraid that the bookshelf would fall over, so I used a computer desk to hold it up. How nice is that, huh...... It won't fall......" I smiled awkwardly and made a casual excuse.

My mom looked at the bookshelf and then at the computer desk, but nodded and said, "That's a good idea, so it won't fall over, it's good." ”

I was shocked by my mother's affirmative answer, which is an old mother's tolerance for her unconscious child, right?