I just started telling it in front of the iron window, like telling a long story, like telling someone else's story, and my mind seemed to go back to those years.

"Do you remember my wedding by the lake, and you still praised the beauty of that place? But I don't remember very well, when I woke up, it was the third day after the accident, and I was lying in bed covered in bandages. Next to me was an old man with a mess of gray hair on his head, smoking a dry cigarette beside me. It was the first time I had seen the old poor ghost, and then everything I had to do with him.

Seeing me open his eyes, he smiled dryly and asked me, "Awake?" I nodded effortlessly. He said, "It's good to wake up, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive," and he handed me a bowl of water. I drank a little and began to look around the room. It was the duty room of an abandoned factory, and there was a lot of clutter in the room, and the only bed was occupied by me.

Strangely, I didn't feel sad other than the physical discomfort I felt at the time. I tried to remember how I got to be like this. Unfortunately, I can't remember anything. My mind is full of pre-wedding scenes.

I couldn't get enough of it for a while, so I asked the old man what was wrong with me. The old man smiled and said, "Isn't it obvious, you're hurt." If I hadn't happened to see it, these injuries would have been enough for you to die and injure several times. As for how you became like this, don't you know yourself, shouldn't you be bleeding stupid? ”

I tried to think about it again, but it didn't work, so I shook my head. The old man pinched his cigarette and patted me: "If you can't think of it, don't think about it first, you recuperate here first, and I'll go out and get you something to eat." ”

In the days that followed, I was left with constant memories of my daily events, and then I had a splitting headache, and some scenes became clearer, and the things I wanted to remember became more blurred. The only memory of that day seems to be a heavy rain and a patch of blood is left.

After the old man recovered from the injury, he asked me if I had any relatives or friends, and I realized that I couldn't remember the people who attended the lakeside wedding that day, except for my parents, girlfriends, and you.

I rarely saw my relatives since I was a child, and it seems normal in this day and age. In fact, I don't have any friends, and I chose the place to get married so partially, and you are the only friend who can come.

I went to a few relatives I knew well, but all of them were empty, and some of them even had freshly washed clothes that were still outside and covered with dust. Then I went to your house again, and I found out that you didn't tell your family that you were going to my wedding, and that they asked me to contact you. Seeing the appearance of your family, I suddenly felt sad for no reason. I guess maybe you're dead, I'm the one who killed you.

Not surprisingly, my girlfriend's home is also empty, I have known her since childhood, and now I can't find her anymore. I was a little tired, then numb, and finally confused.

I walked on the familiar road, went to all my familiar places, only to realize that my connection to the world was so weak. I've even been to the lake where I got my wedding a few times, but I didn't find anything, not even a trace of a wedding here. I even wondered if there was something wrong with my memory, and I began to have doubts about my otherwise clear memories. When the familiar people are gone, everything becomes more and more unfamiliar, and even a little frightening.

After a few days of walking I returned to the old man's place, I didn't really want to go home, I couldn't find anyone else, and I panicked because of the absence. I took some money out of the bank and gave it to the old man as a token of my gratitude for saving my life.

When I explained my intentions there, he began to clean up, took out a few bottles of liquor from the cabinet, and somewhere made a few plates of vegetarian appetizers, saying that he wanted me to drink some with him. It's been so long since there's been no one here, so it's better for me to talk to him about my business than to carry it alone. However, when he heard about me, he fell into a short period of contemplation.

He didn't put the money away, but asked me what I planned for the future. I shook my head, I hadn't thought about the past yet, and I couldn't think about the future. Once a person loses the past, it seems that the future will also become blank.

After three rounds of drinking, the more I drank, the more sad I became, and then the old man suddenly said that you should do it with me. I asked him, "What are you doing?" I couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and smiled mysteriously, big business is very profitable. I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Uncle, you are teasing me, although I can't remember some things in the past, but this doesn't mean that I'm stupid." Do you all make a lot of money live in this kind of place?"

In fact, I already thought in my heart that this old man must have drunk too much. He looked at my expression, and it was obvious that he thought he was talking nonsense. So he was right in front of me, picking at his feet and putting the pistol on the table. It was the black Browning.

In fact, his casual attitude made me unable to identify with a real gun in front of me. So I reached out and was going to take it and take a look, and when I first came into contact with the gun, well, it was indeed metal, and it was cold. The old man grabbed my hand: Don't move, you'll die. His voice was suddenly lowered, as if he was deliberately trying to scare me. After saying that, he picked up the gun from under my hand, and raised his hand to shoot it.

A bullet landed on the door, leaving a black hole in the door, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder in the air. The gunshots were really loud, my ears began to buzz, and for a moment I was in a trance, and the wine I drank seemed to turn into a cold sweat all of a sudden. The old poor ghost blew on the muzzle of the gun like in the movie, and then looked at me with a show off look. It seemed that my momentary reaction pleased him.

Looking at his expression, I began to feel a little like pins and needles, and for a moment something seemed to come to my mind, as if I had heard this voice before. I tried to remember, but I couldn't tell if the day of my wedding was a gun salute, or thunder, or a gunshot like today. My head hurt a little again, and I forced a smile on my face, and I thought my expression must have exploded.

The old man stared at me for a long time and then asked me, "Do you want to know what I do?" One word after another popped up in my head. However, I didn't dare to speak at the moment, so I shook my head.

The old man smiled dryly again: "I'm a killer, you know this time, right?" I was shocked when I heard this word, and my heart said, "I know your uncle." But the body nodded obediently, after all, people have guns. And then it was totally, he was talking and I was nodding my head. ”