It seems to have been a dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But it doesn't seem to be, I faintly feel that there is a singing voice in my ears, singing softly:

Suisui ...... Pang Pang ......

“9673！9673！”

Don't argue, don't argue, then what the hell are you singing?

"Suisui...... Pang Pang ......"

Is that how it is sung?

"What are you singing!9673 get up! Get up and take your medicine!"

"Take the medicine?!"

The singing came to an abrupt end.

"Take medicine?"

I opened my eyes vaguely, and the face of a woman who was too ordinary to be ordinary anymore, with an impatient look.

"Don't look at what time it is, hurry up and go freshen up!

"Why should I take medicine?"

In the haze, I still seem to remember the song, faintly still in my ears, how can it be a dream?

"Why are you asking so much! Hurry up!" With a wave of her hand, the nurse frowned and lifted the quilt and dragged the person directly from the bed and stuffed it into the bathroom, "The medicine is on the cabinet, and the whole bag is eaten." ”

Then with a "bang", the door closed and left.

9673？

Own name?

Why 9673?

What does this mean?

Looking up, there was a girl in her early twenties reflected in the bathroom mirror, with a nose and eyes, and it was pleasing to the eye, and it was estimated that she would not be able to find it for a while when she threw it into the pile. It's about 160 tall, which is passable. Dressed in a somewhat wide hospital gown, he looks very thin, this person is himself.

After touching his face, the warm skin feeling has a little bit of authenticity. There seemed to be something in my head that wanted to come out, but it was blank.

Who am I?

Where is this?

Did something happen?

Why is there no memory?

Why don't you know anything about yourself, but your heart is not anxious?

It seems that such a scene is very customary, as if the lost memory will come back immediately, and you can find yourself in the next second.

What a ...... Strange feeling.

Reopened the bathroom door and surveyed the room.

White walls, white beds, white cabinets, white sheets, everything here is white.

I guess it's a hospital!

There are two beds, one of which is the hospital bed I slept in just now, and there is another next to it, and now there is a girl who looks very thin and is lying at the end of the bed with her back to her, and you can clearly see the red number "9664" on the girl's back.

Is her name 9664?

Do you live with yourself?

Why didn't you notice it when you got up?

Some curious walked up to see what she was doing. She was lying at the end of the bed, cushioned with paper, not knowing what she was writing or drawing.

"What are you doing?"

"Write a letter!"

"Who are you going to write to?"

"Myself. The woman bowed her head and said sullenly.

"And what is in the letter?"

The woman looked up and gave her a disdainful look:

"I haven't received it yet, how do I know ......"

“……”

It really makes people don't know what to say, she pouted a little embarrassed, and was about to say something, but she couldn't say anything.

Just because you don't have a memory doesn't mean you won't be afraid.

Just for a moment, I felt as if my heart had stopped beating at this moment. At this moment, it was as if even time had stopped, slowing down and extending infinitely.

A sentence suddenly popped into my head:

Do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in this world?

The back, the thin figure that was still in front of her just now, dissipated little by little in front of her eyes, like fine dust, like sand, like fine water vapor. Little by little, it evaporates and dissipates until it is gone. There was no trace left, as if it had never stayed, never existed.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously until she felt a slight pain, and then the world in front of her turned from darkness to light.

What was that just now?

There is nothing in the empty bed, is it my own hallucination?

But I obviously have a conversation with her!

Walking up cautiously, there was nothing at the end of the bed, but the card was still there, as if someone had forgotten there. She slowly squatted down, saw the date on it, got up, and looked at the date of the card signed at the end of her bed, three months later.

It was three months ago, the girl who lived here.

This clean, non-dusty ward had been empty for three months, as if it was waiting for her arrival.

She ran out of the room in a panic.

What the hell is this place!

Pushing open the door, she ran out in a panic, and all the way there were men and women in hospital gowns like her, walking around strangely. Seeing her run out, some people even followed her and ran after her.

She didn't know what lay ahead, but the scene scared her.

"Why are you chasing me!"

"Don't chase me!"

The long corridor was not brightly lit, and it was dark and seemed to have no end.

What is she panicking about, what to do!

"Hurry up and catch her!

As if signaled, someone came out from both sides of the front and grabbed her arm.

"Ahh

"Sister Liu, please control the other patients, I'll take this away. ”

She desperately tried to shake him off, and in a panic she seemed to see a blue bird standing on the shoulder of the man in front of her. It tilted its head, looking at her with some confusion.

"I'm a doctor, please calm down. ”

Doctor?

She looked up at him, a young man of twenty-five or six years of age, with short black hair that flattered his clean-line face. The soft facial features look very elegant, but the eyes, the eyes that are too dark, are still a little angry.

Like a wolf poised for strength.

On the nameplate on his chest, the word Zuo Lang was written.

"Zuo Lang?"

I don't know if it's her hallucination, but she feels something flash in his eyes.

"You come with me. ”

But for some reason, I felt that I could believe this person. If you are not free, follow him away.

It was still a miserable white room, with a few extra tables, a few cupboards, and no beds.

As if deciding that this person was safe in this place, she completely relaxed her vigilance, staring at the bird on his shoulder with some curiosity.

"This bird is so beautiful. ”

As if hearing that she had been complimented, the blue bird tilted its head and combed its fur with its beak.

"There are no birds here. Zuo Lang didn't look at her, just rummaged through things in the filing cabinet next to him.

She stood behind him, the glass reflecting the lines of his shoulders, straight, nothing.

"How is that possible!" she took a few steps back in a bit of a panic, leaning against the wall, "Look, it's on your shoulder, and it's still combing! Can't you see?"

"As I said, here, there are no birds. ”

He turned around and had a file numbered 9673 in his hand, and at the top of the row, a few big red characters shocked her:

Jingshan Psychiatric Sanatorium

"This is a psychiatric hospital?!"

Even if I don't have a memory, I don't lose my common sense of survival. Think about the nurse's attitude in the morning, the clothes on her body, is she really a mental patient?

But she felt that she was fine!

"You were sent here the night before yesterday, and the doctor on duty at night diagnosed it: paranoia. Zuo Lang stared into her eyes, his gaze going back and forth between her facial features, "Now tell me, what is your name." ”

"I, have paranoia?!" she took a few steps down the wall and sat down in a chair beside her, "No way! I really saw it......! I...... It's not my delusion! it's true...... I saw ......"

"Tell me your name. ”

Seeing her flustered, Zuo Lang squatted down and grabbed her arms, forcing her to look at herself and answer her question head-on.

"I don't know. ”

"Don't know?"

"I don't seem to remember anything. ”

When I raised my head and looked at him, my eyes were full of confusion.

"Then why are you running?"

She looked at him and didn't know whether to say it or not, and if she did, would it really be the delusion he was talking about?

"I'm a doctor, you have to trust me. ”

The eyes were gentle and sincere, as if the anger at first sight was just an illusion passing in her eyes.

It makes people want to believe.

"I saw the girl in the next bed three months ago, little by little in front of me, disappearing. ”

There was a slight pause, and no one spoke.

He just kept staring at him and didn't say anything.

"It's my fantasy, it's real, I'm really seeing it. Seeing that he had not spoken, she grabbed his hand a little nervously, "You don't believe it, do you? You think it's my hallucination, don't you?"

As if he had decided something, or had made a decision, he sighed, let go of her, and sat down at the window across from her, with his hands on his shoulders, and let the bird stand on his fingers:

"Not everybody can see it. ”

His voice was soft, like a whisper to his lover, and the blue bird meekly rubbed its head against his palm, leaped away, and flew out.

"Everything in this world is layered on top of each other, and if it is not visible, it does not mean that it does not exist. These things that humans are ignorant of and cannot control make them afraid. But they forget that in this world, existence is reasonable. ”

He got up and looked at her, against the light, only a layer of outline shimmering, and he couldn't see his face clearly at this time:

"What you see is called an afterimage. ”