Gu Baisheng went home in a daze.

Wash up and go to bed in a daze.

I slept in a daze until midnight.

I also had a dream in a daze.

In the dream, Song Shuang went to Furong Street with her.

Song Shuang bought roasted sweet potatoes with her.

When it snowed, Song Shuang took off a black scarf from her neck and wrapped it around her neck.

Then he asked her gently, "Do you like this kind of snow day?" ”

"I like it." Her voice carried the vigor of a girl, lively as a silver bell.

Snowflakes fell from the sky one by one.

fell on their shoulders, hair.

She was afraid that he would be cold, so she took the initiative to wrap one side of the scarf around his neck.

Then he looked at his pine green military uniform and smiled silly.

He asked her, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"A scarf encircled the two of us, and we couldn't be separated for the rest of our lives," she said. ”

"Little fool."

He laughed at her.

She looked up at his face.

He has a handsome face, a handsome face, eyebrows and eyes like jade, and a warm appearance with the elegance and subtlety of a southern man.

But suddenly.

The screen turns.

He lay in the cold morgue.

His face was pale, his body was stiff, and there was no trace of warmth.

She pounced over and shook him: "Song Shuang, Song Shuang!" ”

She called his name.

There was a childish child next to him who was also crying: "Dad! ”

In a blink of an eye, she saw the five-year-old child, with an eyebrow and an eyebrow face, as if it was the same as Song Shuang.

The heartbeat stopped suddenly.

She suddenly opened her eyes and bounced off the bed.

"No!"

She exclaimed.

Silent night.

Song Shuang frowned, sat up from her side, held her cold and trembling fingertips, and asked her, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Gu Baisheng turned his head, the tears on his face were not dry, and he bit his lower lip and asked him: "The child calls you Dad, I dreamed that a child called you Dad!" He looks exactly like you! ”

Song Shuang saw that she was emotional and incoherent.

Gently stroked her back, like coaxing a child who had just completed the moon, and gently comforted her: "You have a nightmare, and what you dream is not true." ”

Gu Baisheng was a little broken, and raised his hand to cover his face.

Tears kept streaming from my eyes.

Fall on the quilt along the finger seams.

Song Shuang frowned worriedly: "What else did you dream about?" ”

"I dreamed that you took me to Hibiscus Street, it was snowing, and you put a black scarf around my neck."

Song Shuang's fingers touching her back suddenly paused slightly: "Black scarf? ”

"Hmm."

Song Shuang's eyes changed.

His eyes looked at the red scarf on the bedroom hanger.

But after a light glance, he took his gaze back and asked her, "What else?" ”

Gu Baisheng's body stiffened suddenly.

It seems to have been asked something heartbreaking.

Suddenly turned around, threw himself into his arms, hugged his waist, and cried: "I dreamed that you died, I was so scared ......"

She was really scared.

Song Shuang hugged her, and could clearly feel her thin body trembling in her arms.

That obvious fear is most straightforwardly conveyed from the physical performance.

Song Shuang kissed her hair lightly and comforted her gently: "It's all fake, don't be afraid." ”

"But what I dreamed about in my dreams was so real, as if it had really happened."

"It hasn't happened, it's all fake."

"I dreamed that I gave birth to a son for you, and when he was five years old, his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to yours, like a miniature version of you."

She looked up from his arms and looked at Song Shuang's face.

It was as if trying to compare the similarity of her face to the child.

Song Shuang touched her back: "Did you say that you were preparing for pregnancy yesterday, which put pressure on you?" ”

"No ......"

She shook her head.

I only feel that the thrill in the dream has made her unable to calm down until now.

"Since there is no pressure, do you want to consider having a baby for me?"

Song Shuang asked again.

Gu Baisheng looked up from his arms.

Song Shuang gently stroked her back and comforted her: "I dreamed that we had a son, probably because the son wanted to come to us, and other parents went to pick up the baby, but our baby couldn't wait for us." ”

Gu Baisheng looked at what he said seriously, and was a little unable to think: "Really? ”

"Really."

What Song Shuang said is as fake as it gets.

Gu Baisheng bit his lower lip.

Song Shuang smiled, put her on the bed, and kissed the tip of her nose: "Are we going to come on?" ”

Gu Baisheng raised his eyebrows, looking at his face, always feeling that something was not right.

But Song Shuang didn't give her a plan to clear her mind.

possessed, he grabbed her waist and gently blocked her lips.

His thin lips seemed to have a dizzying magic.

Gu Baisheng couldn't think when he touched him, and his brain was mushy.

Song Shuang saw that she was getting more and more confused with her movements, and couldn't help but raise her hand dotingly to wipe the tears from the nightmare crying in the corner of her eyes.

"Well, look at me, don't think about the things in your dreams."

Gu Baisheng's eyes looked at him, and his pupils were full of him.

The dream was also messed up by his invasion.

It's hard to finish.

Gu Baisheng had already fallen asleep tiredly.

Song Shuang pulled the silk quilt on her body, covered her white shoulders exposed in the air, and kissed her forehead cherishedly.

Even if it's a different shell.

Her eyes, demeanor, and way of thinking are still the same as Gu Baisheng in the past.

In addition to being very sober at work, between the sheets, it is a little confused.

It's very coaxing.

It's also very simple.

He likes such a simple little fool, and all the initiative is in his hands.

The feeling of firmly locking on his beloved woman made him addicted to it.

She's like a poppy.

Swaying, open.

Let his addiction grow bigger and bigger.

And she never knew how much he cared about her in his heart.

Song Shuang's fingers gently smoothed the messy sideburns, and her eyes looked at her sleeping face with heavy eyes.

Ponder what she had said when she woke up from her nightmare.

Hibiscus Street.

Heavy snow.

Black scarf.

A child who resembles him.

He lowered his eyes, covering the light in his eyes, and warmed up with her for a moment.

I lifted the quilt, got up and threw the red scarf into the trash, took out a black scarf from the closet and put it on the hanger.

With that done, he went back to bed.

She was still asleep.

Song Shuang gently held her back, looked at her, and couldn't help but kiss the corners of her lips and collarbones again.

She made him addicted.

……

"Some memories can be confused after strong hints."

In a class at North City University.

The doctor in the white coat pointed to the case on the slide: "This is in 1967, Kliman, a psychologist in country D, made a hypnotic guide for his wife, her wife was grief-stricken because of the death of a pair of children, once lost the courage to live, self-harmed many times, and attempted suicide. Doing what Mrs. Kleeman and the children had done before at a similar time to subtly replace and tamper with Mrs. Kliman's memory. ”

The students under the podium let out a low exclamation, "Is this okay?" ”

The teacher on the podium nodded: "But there are very few such successful cases, and it takes a lot of energy, time, and even money to do it, and most importantly, it takes emotion." ”

The students in the audience didn't quite understand.

One student raised his hand.

The teacher on the stage raised an eyebrow and signaled that he could ask.

When the student is called by name, he immediately stands up and asks, "Why are feelings also listed as prerequisites?" ”

"Tampering with a person's past memories requires many attempts to erase and overwrite the previous memories with new ones, so without emotion as a premise, you will not spend time, energy and money to do these things."

"After that success, will the other party believe in these memories?"

"Then it depends on whether the person who has been tampered with and hypnotized memory is very unforgettable about the original memory, if it encounters something or someone related to that memory, then the original memory that has been tampered with will pour out like a flood that has opened the floodgates."

The students listened attentively.

And the lecturer on the stage also reminded: "This is a terrible thing, a person's memory of being tampered with and erased comes back to her mind, she will be resentful, she will feel deceived, and she will collapse because of it, so I advise everyone not to try it easily if it is not necessary." ”

The students in the audience exchanged words and talked a few words.

At this time, it was also the end of class time.

The lecturer glanced at his watch and put away the textbook he had brought: "I will tell you about other cases of Kliman's memory tampering method when I have the chance, but today, class time is over. ”

The students got up with a smile.

The lecturer took his textbook and left to greet everyone.

After leaving the classroom.

There were already people waiting for him outside the door.

"Xiao Min came out of school at five o'clock, you must remember to pick him up."

The woman handed him the car keys in her hand.

The lecturer said coldly: "I drove here myself." ”

"Give me your car keys, and you drive my car over, otherwise Xiao Min won't recognize it."

"No need, we are all related by blood, Xiao Min recognizes it."

Men don't want to bother.

The woman sneered: "Really? Do you remember blood ties like a cold-blooded animal? ”

The man was displeased: "Chen Chen! ”

"Okay, Forensic Doctor Su, the time is coming, hurry up, I still have surgery to do."

Chen Chen stepped away.

Su Yuanyi stretched out his hand sharply and grabbed her arm: "You haven't given me what I wanted." ”

Chen Chen was grabbed by his arm, frowned a little impatiently, took out a brown paper information bag from his bag, and then slapped it into his hand: "Here you go, Su ** doctor!" ”

Su Yuanyi didn't care much when she said yin and yang.

It's just that after Chen Chen left, he raised his hand to unpack the white rope of the cowhide information bag, and then pulled out the stack of things from it.

That's dozens of photos.

Different angles.

Different postures, different expressions.

The first two dozen or so are the same person, and the back two dozen or so are another person.

Su Yuanyi looked at the photo and took a series of facial expressions such as the woman's smile, lowered her eyes, and so on.

I couldn't help frowning.

He took a cursory look at the photo, and then he took out two photos with almost the same movements, and compared the faces and expressions of the two women with different appearances in the photos.

He was shocked to find that the eyes of these two people were surprisingly similar and strange.

This resemblance has nothing to do with appearances.

It's a kind of resemblance that makes people feel hairy in their hearts.

Remember the permanent address of Dr. Song's hidden new wife