[Subtitle: Real and Unreal]

Song Zhong sat at the desk, wearing a well-fitting suit, with an elegant temperament like a university professor, holding a hard-shell notebook, and writing something with his head down.

Gu Qi's heart sank.

"Where's Miao Yi?" He touched his head and noticed that he had gauze wrapped around his head.

The back of the head hurts terribly.

"Miao Yi? Your cat? Song Zhong rolled his eyes and glanced at Gu Qi, helped his glasses, lowered his head and continued to write: "I heard you often mention it, but as far as I know, you don't have the habit of bringing pets to your workplace, and when you are free in the future, I would like to go to your house to meet Miao Yi, rest assured, you will need a long time." ”

"Pets?" Gu Qi tilted his head, decided not to care about this question, looked down at his clothes, ordinary jackets, trousers and leather shoes, and asked, "This is not a madhouse?" ”

"Madhouse?" Song Zhong paused for a moment, shrugged his shoulders with a smile: "I'm not a psychiatrist, just a psychiatrist, if I want to say something different...... I can't prescribe medication to you. ”

"I'm ...... Gu Qi? Gu Qi asked tentatively.

Song Zhong was not surprised by this question, pointed to the back of his head and said: "You are Gu Qi, a police officer of the Crime Scene Identification Department of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Anming City Public Security Bureau, a second-level superintendent, twenty-nine years old this year, the reason why you can't remember these is because you were injured in a police mission, and there was hemorrhage, resulting in intermittent amnesia, including what we are saying now, you may forget it at any time, but it doesn't matter, you are recovering, and I believe it will not take long to recover." ”

After a pause, he continued: "My name is Song Zhong, a psychiatrist from the Police Supervision Bureau of the Anming City Public Security Bureau. Responsible for assessing your psychological condition, you are on paid leave right now, and it is up to me to decide when you will be able to return to work. ”

Gu Qi nodded, thought about it, and asked again: "It's easy to understand work-related injuries and paid leave, and it's easy to understand if you have injuries and need a doctor." Why do I need a psychological evaluation? Did I kill someone? ”

Song Zhong nodded, thought for a while and said: "Let's talk about the case step by step, it can be regarded as a process to help you recover your memory, do you remember that a week ago, you received a case, there was a murder in room 1305 of the Epoch Hotel, a total of nine people died, all of them were shot." ”

"Tian Fatty?" Gu Qileng paused.

Song Zhong nodded again: "Very good, the deceased is Tian Fatzi and his men." What do you remember besides them? ”

Gu Qi shook his head.

Song Zhong flipped a few pages forward from the notebook in his hand, and said: "When you received the report that day, you went to the scene to investigate, and found an empty suitcase in the living room, and found the tablet powder of 'Angel Dust' (PCP) on the carpet in the living room. For unknown reasons, the other party returned to the scene of the crime and hit you in the back of the head with a gun from behind. Do you remember any of this? ”

Gu Qi shook his head again.

Song Zhong sighed and continued: "At that time, your colleague was checking the bedroom, bathroom, and making notes on the housing of other guest rooms, and you were the only one in the living room, and the other party didn't knock you unconscious, so you turned around and fought him. Take his gun, shoot him dead, and after killing him, you shoot again, killing a man standing at the door of the room. That person's name was Bai Shaoyuan. ”

"Bai Shaoyuan?" Gu Qi raised his head and looked at Song Zhong.

"The way you memorize is sensitive to names." Song Zhong took out a cigarette and handed it to Gu Qi, and sat back in his place: "The investigation at the beginning shows that Bai Shaoyuan is just an ordinary businessman, and he happened to be passing by there, you are shooting and killing people for the first time, and you have received a heavy blow to the head, after hearing this news, you have been greatly stimulated and unwilling to accept this fact, and the problem has arisen." ”

"What's the problem?" Gu Qi took out the lighter and lit a cigarette.

Song Zhong himself lit a cigarette and said: "The human brain is very wonderful, when you are unwilling to accept reality, there are usually two reactions, one is selective amnesia, a certain memory is completely blocked, hidden deeply, it is impossible to remember without deep hypnosis, teenagers and children who have suffered great mental trauma are more likely to have such a situation, and you have also appeared, which is also the reason why you can't remember that event." ”

"What about the second reaction?" Gu Qi asked while smoking a cigarette.

"The second situation happens more often to adults who have more knowledge and a deeper understanding of the world, that is, to create memories, to supplement the time period of blocking memories, so as to make a reasonable explanation of the facts that you don't want to accept, your brain has made up a very wonderful story, so that you can rationalize the killing of Bai Shaoyuan, there will be real characters and scenes in the story, and there will be fictional characters and scenes, no matter how absurd, it is a comfort to you."

"So, it's a story? Seems to have a pretty good imagination. Gu Qi leaned on the back of the sofa, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the ceiling.

Song Zhong nodded very affirmatively: "It's a story, but you don't need to worry about it anymore, the police caught an important subordinate of Tian Fatzi, named Siliuzi, and learned from him that Bai Shaoyuan is one of Tian Fatzi's most important subordinates, not only that, but he is also the real mastermind behind the scenes, Tian Fatzi is just a puppet he pushed to the front of the scene, everything is under Bai Shaoyuan's control, you killed him, you are the hero of Anming City, you don't have to blame yourself anymore, you don't have to be bothered by that incident anymore, enjoy this holiday, I'll try to give you more rest. ”

"That's not what bothers me." Gu Qi puffed out his cigarette and asked Song Zhong again, "Will that apocryphal story change my ...... What are some habits or personalities? ”

Song Zhong nodded: "We are all slaves of memory, that story, that memory is extremely real to you, and the longer the timeline of the story, the greater the impact on you, I have done hypnotis to you several times, but I have not been able to find the starting point of the story, you have been resisting, and forcibly exploring will hurt you, so I stopped, anyway, you already know the truth of the matter, that story will slowly fade out of your memory, and the false cannot fight the real after all." ”

"After all, the false can't fight the truth, that's a good point." Gu Qi nodded, the story will have an impact on the character, so his habits and words and deeds can be explained by deviations.

He hopes to explore the world as soon as possible, whether it's exploring the real in the false or the false in the real.

"Okay, that's all for today, we'll see you next week, if you find anything wrong, call me, you shouldn't drive now, let your colleagues send you back." Song Zhong closed the notebook.

Gu Qi stood up, shook hands with Song Zhong, and walked out of this place, which looked like an underground office in Fort Knox.

"Miao Yi has become my pet? Bullshit setting. ”

…………

There was no accident, Cui Hua was waiting outside the office.

"How?" She smiled and asked, "When can our hero come to work?" ”

"It's early." Gu Qi pointed to the gauze on his head: "At least wait until my injuries are healed." ”

"That's a wait, where do you want to go now? I'll send you. Cui Hua took the lead and walked out.

"Fort Knox." Gu Qi followed behind her.

"Where?" Cui Hua turned his head with a blank expression.

"Nothing." Gu Qi shook his head: "Just send me home." ”

Familiar cities, familiar languages, and occasionally familiar streets, if this is really an illusion, then the prayer master who created the illusion must have a very strong mental power and imagination.

"That's not right!" Thinking of this, Gu Qi suddenly screamed.

Cui Hua was so frightened that he almost drove the car to the fence, and asked in shock, "What's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

"It's nothing, maybe my brain is still a little short-circuited." Gu Qi touched his forehead, actually wiping away the cold sweat from his forehead.

No, absolutely not!

The heather cliff madhouse should be an illusion, because most of the people there Gu Qi has never seen it, and those people should be known by the maker of the illusion, but here, Tian Fatzi, Bai Shaoyuan, Siliuzi, and Huang Dafa mentioned by Anming City, Criminal Police Brigade, Cui Hua, and Huang Zhong mentioned when they came out...... These people, how can the other party know each other?

In this city, there is only Gu Qi who has interacted with these people.

The only one who can create this illusion is Gu Qi himself.

Or is it like Huang Zhong said, this is the truth, and everything else is a story made up by brain stress?

No, you can't have that kind of thinking......

Gu Qi took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his mouth, his fingers trembling slightly.

"Can I smoke?" He turned to Cui Hua and asked.

"When did you become so polite?" Cui Hua pressed the cigarette lighter.

The sun shone on his body, very warm, dispelling the cold that penetrated into the bones in the madhouse, or it could be the cold air in Song Zhong's office.

Rolling up the sleeve of his left hand, Gu Qi didn't see the two dark red words, the tattoo had disappeared, maybe it was left in the madhouse.

…………

What can I do to escape from the illusion I have created?

Thinking about this, he followed Cui Hua to his door—a place he had never been before, a door he had never seen before.

Cui Hua rang the doorbell, and Gu Qi was a little nervous.

The door opened, not Xu Peirong.

A little girl poked her head out from behind the door, pink and cute, with long hair tied into a double ponytail.

"Daddy!" She ran over and grabbed Gu Qi's hands, those little hands were cold and sticky, as if she had just grabbed sweets.

Gu Qi looked at her blankly, closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, then opened his eyes again.

Zeng Xue didn't disappear, she smiled, took his hand, and looked up at him-

(To be continued......)

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