Don't call you a confidant, call your husband (33)

"Half a year?"

The dark night was slightly stunned, she followed Tang Song to feed herself, and after a while, she said something.

Isn't that the voice is still hoarse?

"I, why are I unconscious?"

Tang Song's expression was a little serious: "Do you remember the time when you were injured in a war and had surgery on your brain?" ”

Nightshade nodded.

"The doctor who treated you that time was a spy, you were their test subject, they put a chip in your brain, and because something happened to you during that time, the chip was damaged, and your brain was ......"

Before Tang Song finished speaking, Styx Night had already understood what he meant, and Styx looked at himself, in the past half a year, her hair had reached her shoulders, and the equipment of men's clothing had already been removed.

Styx glanced at herself.

Stretching out his right hand: "Hello, I'm Su Wan." ”

As he spoke, the night raised his eyebrows.

Tang and Song also cooperated.

"Hello, I'm Tang Song."

For some things, since Tang and Song already knew, and didn't want to explain more, time will tell.

……

The pillar of light gently spread over his face, and when he closed his eyes, there seemed to be a whisper in his ears, long and long...

- Hey... Know who I am?

The beasts of the night kept striking the thick down jacket, and the biting cold wind penetrated through the gaps that were not tightly wrapped, and I subconsciously shrunk my neck, unconsciously clamped the briefcase under the glue, and walked briskly towards the place where I was home.

Someone stalking me? I was very nervous, the two street lights were quite far apart, and the darkness in the middle made it difficult for me to adapt.

Sensing the man getting closer. I ran unconsciously, and the dead branches and leaves ***** under my feet, and the wind blocked in front of me, as if to prevent me from fleeing.

I seem to see... The man was a man with drooping eyes, dressed in a black shirt, and his slender fingers were caught in a cigarette. The body is so thin that it seems to fall down with a blow.

- He... Why.. It's so similar to me.... He stood quietly in the dark, smoke rings constantly coming out of his mouth, blending with the cold night air, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.

- I'm you... Fear weighed on my nerves, and I stumbled home, the fishy smell instantly filling my nostrils, and the foul smell made me retch.

Looking down, he was already holding a sharp kitchen knife in his hand, and the blade was dripping with sticky blood, dripping on the wooden floor, blending with the sound of the second hand.

My panicked face was reflected in the mirror, but the next second there was a smiling face, and that countenance... It's exactly like the man I just saw... And... With me... It's exactly the same..... I was trembling all over, even my teeth were fighting nervously, I didn't know if that person would suddenly run out of the mirror and... Kill me.

So I frantically threw the knife at the mirror, and the mirror let out a violent wail, and I covered my ears in advance..."Smack! ”

A hand snapped its fingers in front of me, and I snapped my eyes open, breathing heavily, squinting to see if there was anything in the ashtray

I was trembling all over, even my teeth were fighting nervously, I didn't know if that person would suddenly run out of the mirror and... Kill me.

So I frantically threw the knife at the mirror, and the mirror let out a violent wail, and I covered my ears in advance..."Smack! ”

A hand snapped its fingers in front of me, and I snapped my eyes open, breathing heavily, squinting to see the ashtray still with unfinished cigarettes and my sweat-soaked black shirt......