The man standing outside the door, thin and dressed in black.

Ke Zhifang looked at him and was a little surprised: "What's the matter?

At this point in time, he didn't know whether to say early or late.

"Are you surprised?" Mo Chunshan bypassed Ke Zhifang, walked straight into the living room without changing his shoes, and sat down on the sofa.

Ke Zhifang followed behind him and turned on the ceiling light in the living room.

The surroundings were bright, and the light pierced Mo Chunshan to cover his eyes, and sighed inexplicably.

"What the hell is wrong with you? drunk?"

Ke Zhifang tensed his face and stood directly in front of Mo Chunshan, looking at the leather shoes he stepped on on the dark gray carpet.

Mo Chunshan took down the hand blocking the light, tilted his head back, and laughed at himself: "Have you ever seen me drunk? ”

After speaking, he turned his neck to look at the decoration of the house, half admiring and half teasing: "The house and car are the same as your over there, it seems that you are really a very nostalgic person, no wonder you like tall and beautiful women as always." ”

Ke Zhifang narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of scrutiny: "Don't you say that you were kicked out of the house by He Guaner in the middle of the night? Please, I am a psychiatrist, not a gold medal mediator." ”

Mo Chunshan stood up, walked straight to the refrigerator not far away, took out a can of beer and opened it.

"You really don't treat yourself as an outsider," Ke Zhifang frowned, "Don't say why I'm going to drive you away, I still have to sleep, not everyone only needs to rest for four hours like you." ”

Mo Chunshan ignored his words, drank beer, returned to the sofa, kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged on it.

It wasn't until he drank half a can of beer that he raised his chin to Ke Zhifang and said, "I dreamed of that day." ”

Ke Zhifang's eyebrows moved: "Which day?"

"What day can it be," he smiled sadly, "isn't it the day I admit defeat and call him Master." ”

At five o'clock in the morning, a set of purple sand kung fu tea sets had been placed on the coffee table in the living room, and the beer in Mo Chunshan's hand was also replaced by a small cup of tea.

"So, you suspect he wants to recreate the deaths you experienced. Ke Zhifang frowned, his expression was much more indifferent and dignified than Mo Chunshan's face at this time.

"When Guan Xiao died, he was soaking in a hot spring, half-cooked and a pool of blood, I think he wanted to recreate the scene when my mother died. It's just that after all, it's too difficult to simulate a heavy blow to the head, and it's easy to attract people if the movement is too big, so I had to make a nondescript cut vein. ”

Mo Chunshan said slowly, and after snorting coldly, he continued: "He even knows Guan Xiao, a chess piece, and he really has his eyeliner everywhere. ”

Ke Zhifang looked at the cold white ceiling lamp and thought thoughtfully: "Could he just want to verify that you are still like more than ten years ago, when you see a large piece of red, you will lose control?"

Mo Chunshan was also stunned, and smiled bitterly for a long time: "Also, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have forgotten that I used to be like a madman." ”

Ke Zhifang stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, comforting: "Your disease is not difficult to treat, wouldn't it be good to consult a few times?"

He suddenly remembered something, paused slightly, and stared at Mo Chunshan's eyes with a smile: "You were also quite desperate at the time, afraid to look at the red histogram, so you said that you were color blind and didn't know colors, so the color histogram of thousands of people up and down the company doing data analysis all accommodated you into different shades of gray, and everyone's eyes hurt, I still remember that at least dozens of people complained to me about this matter in those years." ”

Mo Chunshan smiled, his eyes flashing: "Old Fo."

It's really good for me, Halo - it's my fault. ”

He sighed, his voice and eyes tinged with sadness.

Ke Zhifang also sighed, and then comforted: "Forget it, don't mention those, you still tell me the purpose of your coming to me today." ”

Mo Chunshan's eyes narrowed slightly, took a sip of tea, and said, "You should know the reason why I was afraid of red at that time, because the day Xiaocao left me, I was beaten by them and my eyes were bloodshot, so everything I looked at was red." Red snow, red people, red sky, red water, from that day on, I fell that problem until I met you. ”

Ke Zhifang nodded: "I remember, it was also at that time that I knew the name Xiaocao, and I knew that that the name was very different to you." ”

Mo Chunshan glanced at him, and suddenly changed his words: "He Wan'er is also very different to you?"

The corners of Ke Zhifang's eyes twitched, with a tone begging for mercy: "Mo, you can eat this flying vinegar." He Wan'er is beautiful and generous, with a hearty personality and a good figure, who wouldn't want to have such a girlfriend? However, if I knew that you had a good impression of her, I would not dare to touch that idea even if I was a single person for the rest of my life. ”

Mo Chunshan suddenly smiled and said slowly, "Fu."

If I tell you that He Wan'er is Xiaocao, will you think I'm crazy?"

Ke Zhifang's complexion changed greatly, and his voice was a little out of shape: "Didn't you say that Xiaocao is already dead?"

"Yes, for the past fifteen years, I have been convinced that she has died, but now by coincidence, I suspect that Xiaocao is not dead, and she has been hidden by him under another name. ”

When Mo Chunshan said this, he stopped to steady his breath and continued: "I have already tested my DNA, and she is not related to her mother or her brother. And the car accident that caused her amnesia, Qianyang couldn't find any eyewitnesses at the scene of the car accident when she checked and checked, and all the information kept by the police was simply terrifying, as if someone had done it. ”

"And then? You should have other proof. ”

"I can't say the evidence," Mo Chunshan continued, "Did she tell you that she not only had amnesia after the car accident, but also had a year of aphasia, babbling like a child?"

Ke Zhifang was slightly stunned, and then replied: "What about this? Because of car accidents, there are many patients whose minds have regressed a few years old, and He Waner's situation is not a special case. ”

"How do you explain that you are afraid of a man? After a car accident, how can you be afraid of having intimate contact with a man? That kind of car accident can cause such strange psychological trauma, you can explain it. ”

Mo Chunshan's question was pressing step by step, and he suddenly closed his eyes, trying his best to endure the overwhelming pain in his heart.

If she is really her, the hell on earth that Xiaocao has experienced is now buried in her empty Gobi-like memory, just like the ruins of an ancient city buried by yellow sand.

Ke Zhifang frowned and thought, and after half a minute, he let out a long sigh: "Mo, I am clear about your doubts, but you calm down and think about it, whether your speculation is reliable or not." ”

"What's unreliable? You know that man's habits, he has always been very patient, and now that he can be sure that he is not dead, then he may not be lurking in the shadows for ten years to set up another game. Mo Chunshan replied, his heart rose and fell with his breathing, and his voice, which was calm before, was already dyed with a trace of anger.

Ke Zhifang glanced at him a few times, as if he couldn't bear it, but finally spoke: "He Guan'er has no memory, has experienced bizarre car accidents, aphasia, and the situation that she and Xiaocao are very similar in appearance can all be explained by that person's careful thinking over the years. But if your inference is true, there are a few questions that you can't get around and can't answer at all. ”