Qiu Yan stood by the riverside where he met Juanya for the first time, but at this moment, in addition to the blood originally stained, there was a lot of dirt and dust on his clothes. In front of Qiu Yan, there is already a newly built lonely tomb on the river and stream land downstream of Foshan Town.

There are no tombstones, no pines and cypresses, only a handful of new soil, quietly covering the woman who has fallen asleep. The grave faces the stream, facing the mountains and looking at the water, like a woman sending affection to this picturesque landscape, smiling but not speaking.

He sat down and looked at the icy river, as if to himself, and as if to the person in the grave beside him, and whispered. "Is it that if I go to Foshan in the future, the ending will be different..."

The wind and snow stopped at some point, and the sun also curled out of the clouds, illuminating the sunset on the horizon. The snowy scene in the setting sun stands silently in the interplay of light and shadow, and even the calm river is reflected in a little twilight.

"Is it worth it?" Jiang Yue stood a few inches behind Qiu Yan, slanted his eyes, and sighed lightly. There was still blood on the ground, and not only did he frown, but there were new lonely graves on the riverside, and everything seemed to have been cleaned up, and the rest would be here to bear the wind, frost, snow and rain of the years to come.

"Is it worth it, ask here. Qiu Yan pointed to his heart, and his tone did not have a trace of color. "He, no matter where he is hiding at the ends of the earth, I will also pull him out, bring him here, and kowtow to make amends. ”

"Since this place is isolated from the world, then it really sleeps underground, Foshan, death. ”

When the darkness fell silently, there was no trace of anyone beside the riverside, but two figures in the distance walked farther and farther away, slowly walking into the darkness, echoing with the billowing smoke of the fire in the direction of the Great Shame Tree.

Looking back, it was already the moment after nightfall, Qiu Yan was sitting in the car on the way back, and the strange and terrible wind blew outside the window, echoing at the foot of the mountain like a ghost crying wolf.

"Second child, why is the first net so heavy this morning?" On the riverbank in the early morning, an old fisherman held the trawl net with both hands and asked his son suspiciously.

"Dad, this river has not been clean recently, and the third uncle next door only picked up a corpse a few days ago. ”

"Bah, good luck, my family is blessed by the gods, how can I provoke these dirty things. The old fisherman hurriedly spat into the river.

"Blessed by the gods, if our family is really blessed by the gods, do we still need to get up early in the morning like this to net fish?" muttered the old fisherman's youngest son.

"Bastard, what nonsense, don't come over to help. The old fisherman kicked his youngest son and shouted.

The older boy in his twenties rubbed his buttocks and reluctantly reached out to help the old fisherman pull the net up.

"What is this? What a big black mass. Curious, they untied the net and turned the life-size mass over. After only one glance, they suddenly felt a wave of fear only rise from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads, and the two of them kept retreating in horror, and finally couldn't help but vomit. It turned out that the black mass was a corpse, the whole corpse was black as if it were burnt, there was no hair, only a few gums remained, and the body was naked, and between his curly palms, there was a crystal clear jade that shimmered with luster.

.....

At this point, a drop of water in the torrent deviated from its original direction and made a sharp turn along the overpass. After navigating the cobweb-like intricate streets, stop in front of an old-fashioned three-story building.

The door with a white lotus flower printed on one corner of the car was abruptly opened, and several people jumped out of the commercial vehicle and guarded the place with their hands and feet.

A good-looking young woman asked the driver as she ran her hand through her hair. "Is it right here?" After receiving an affirmative answer, he turned back to ask a woman behind him. "What time did you make an appointment with the professor?"

"Two points. The woman flipped through the itinerary records in her hand. "The professor said to clean up the house first, so that the mess would not be too ugly. ”

She looked down at her watch. "Well, almost. Huh, what about the little wind?" she looked around, then walked to the front of the car and knocked on the window. "Come down, why are you still stunned?"

A gloomy young man sat in the car, staring intently at the three-story building in front of him. Hearing the woman's call, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and he picked up a bouquet of yellow chrysanthemums placed in the back seat and stepped out of the business car.

She waved. "Alright, let's go upstairs. ”

Walking through the narrow, dirty hallway, the group stopped in front of a tin door on the left side of the third floor. The woman gestured, looked back at the young man named Xiaofeng, and helped him re-fasten the unbuttoned buttons on his shirt. When everything was ready, the woman's smile returned to her face and she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Who?" said an old male voice on the other side of the door.

"Professor, I'm Liang Yali. ”

The door opened, and a thin, withered man appeared beside the door, the smile on his face a little stiff, and the corner of his eye peeked behind him from time to time.

"Come in, come in. The thin, withered man said.

It's an old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment, and the interior is old but neatly arranged. Everyone was standing in the living room, and the already cramped living room seemed even more crowded. The professor looked at Liang Yali with a smile on her face and a few unknown young people behind her, and was a little at a loss for a while.

"Professor, you don't have to worry, they are my subordinates. ”

"Oh. When the professor heard this, he didn't think it was abnormal. "Let's get down to business, after I received your email, I also consulted many medical fields involved in the study of Nomitz syndrome, and they have compiled a fairly comprehensive information...", the professor said, digging through the folder in the cabinet and handing it over.

"For such patients, they can be divided into psychogenic and dissociative amnesia, which are mainly caused by the disruption of consciousness, memory, identity, or the normal integration of the environment, thus causing distress to life, and these symptoms cannot be explained by physiological factors. Patients often don't know who they are, or experience a lot of 'me' existence. ”

"Dissociative amnesia is considered to be the most common dissociative disorder, most commonly with the loss of personal identity, but the memory of general information is complete. Patients are unable to recall previous lives, or personalities, and mainly lose 'memories of the past', especially traumatic life events. ”

"Patients usually have more than two personalities, and at different times one personality becomes the dominant personality and ignores each other, and when one personality appears, the other disappears. The memories, emotions, behavior patterns, attitudes, etc., of the two personalities, are often very different, or completely different, as if two souls dwell in the same body." The professor looked out the window and explained.

At the same time, Liang Yali also finished reading and pushed the frame. "Thank you very much for gathering such important information, and as a token of appreciation... Little wind. She didn't look back, with an endless gentle breath, calling to the young man behind her, the sun sprayed on her side face, it was so beautiful and moving.

The young man named Xiaofeng didn't answer, but slowly walked forward to send the bouquet in his hand forward, the professor subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and before he could touch the bouquet of flowers, he saw him pull out a cold dagger from behind the bouquet, if Qiu Yan was here, he would definitely be able to recognize this thing, and it was Ji He!

Immediately afterward, the professor felt a cold object thrust into his abdomen.