The long sleep made his limbs not very neat, and it took a lot of effort to turn over.

It took a lot of effort for the boss to wake up completely, and when he opened his eyes, he found a person standing in front of him.

This person seems familiar, but you can't remember who he is?

He struggled to open his eyes, damn it, who took it upon himself to pull the curtains up?

The colors of the day made the dusty light burst into his pupils, and he immediately blocked them with his hand.

The body involuntarily curled up in the corner.

"Quick, close the curtains."

The man closed the curtains as he wished, and the dark world made him feel much better.

"Who are you?"

In the dim light, the man chuckled twice, what's wrong with you? Don't even know old friends? ”

"Old friends? Are we friends? ”

"Of course, Mike and you are my friends, and we used to be friends who talked about everything."

"Ever? Friend? Who are you? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I'm here to help you, just as I always used to help you know yourself."

"Know yourself? Do you know who I am? ”

He was very excited between his words, and for several days, he did not dare to go out in this small room.

It's like a dream, one moment I feel like I'm a clown, the next I feel like I'm the pianist, and the next I feel like I'm the man on the wall locked up in that boxy room.

Reality and dreams kept switching, in order not to let the other self take the upper hand, he went to the supermarket to buy a lot of food, locked himself in this house for half a month, and never went out for half a step.

He got up and put his arm on the man's shoulder.

"Who am I? Who the hell am I? You tell me. ”

"Of course I know who you are, now relax, okay? Let me tell you slowly. But you have to cooperate with me, or I won't be able to help you. ”

"Okay, okay, I can do whatever I want, but you have to tell me that I'm not the murderer, right?"

"Whether you're a murderer or not, it's not me who has the final say, it's not you who you are, drink this glass of water, and you'll know who you are when you wake up."

"It's as simple as that?"

"Yes, it's that simple."

"Can I trust you? You're not going to be a cop, are you? ”

"Do you still have a choice? Do you choose to trust me, or do you choose to have the police come to you? Don't you want to know the truth? ”

He no longer hesitated, yes, he didn't want to spend a day of this kind of dark daylight.

The man was right, he had no choice.

After drinking a glass of water, the figure in front of me was clear and blurred, blurry and clear.

Post after post, intermittently, fast forward, slow forward, sometimes cheerful, sometimes frustrating, sometimes bloody, sometimes beautiful.

But he is in every shot.

On that day, a person came to the boxy house of the Third Hospital of Fenshui County.

It was that person, the person who was standing next to him just now.

The man looked like a humble gentleman, behind a pair of brown glasses, and a pair of indistinguishable eyes looked like he was knowledgeable.

The man whispered to the white-coated doctor beside him, who seemed hesitant, but left the room with amusement and closed the door.

Haha, the door of memory was opened at that moment.

It's been a long time, and it seems like a century has passed.

Finally someone stood in front of him unguarded, and the smell of blood seemed to waft through the air.

He was like a king of the jungle who had been hungry for a long time, and finally a prey appeared in front of him, and of course he couldn't let go of such an opportunity.

That person looked like a weak scholar, so naturally he would not be his opponent.

I've read a few martial arts books before, and they say that the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable.

All he had to do was turn his body facing the wall in an instant, and at the same time, he reached out and snapped the man's neck.

Then, blood would spurt on the snow-white wall.

However, he didn't do anything because the man said a word before he was ready to do it.

The man said, "Do you want to be free?" ”

Freely? Of course, in countless dreams, when he was tortured by those perverted doctors and wanted to die immediately, how he wanted to be free!

In his dreams, how much effort he put into his freedom! But after all, I couldn't ask for it.

Now the man says he wants to give himself freedom, and he prefers freedom to hunger.

With freedom, what kind of prey can't appear in front of him?

The man continued: "I can give you freedom, and I can give you a glamorous life, you just have to do what I say. ”

Although those eyes were hidden under the brown glasses, he seemed to see sincerity.

That man was genuinely trying to set him free.

The two of them didn't meet for long that day, but that man left him something important, two sharp knives.

He didn't say anything, and after years of facing the wall, he once wondered if he could speak again.

Just stared sharply at the man.

The man seemed to catch his eye at a glance, and he smiled.

"I don't have any intentions for you, I'm just entrusted by someone, so you don't have to be burdened at all."

The man turned and walked out, the sound of the heavy iron door closing was like a note of joy, and the dead air seemed to come alive.

This post cleared his mind a lot, maybe he already knew who he was.

The screen switches, that late autumn night.

It is the point in time when that person's freedom comes.

On the prefectural road, which is shrouded in dense fog, there seem to be many unstable factors shrouded in fog.

He knew it was time for him to do it.

The king of the jungle, after all, is the king of the jungle.

The unstable factor that seeped out of the bones fermented in the blood until it was too full, and then it continued to seep out.

The white knife goes in, and the red knife comes out.

A long-lost feeling of blood splashing in the night made him feel comfortable all over.

He began to run happily down the road, his bare feet on the uneven ground.

The oncoming mountain breeze with cold air also carries the freshness of spring and March.

All of this stimulated his heart, and the air was filled with the breath of freedom.

Don't be too excited about that feeling.

In the thick fog, several wandering spirits roamed the road, adding a mysterious color to the world.

To be honest, when this scene flashed in my mind, I had a chilling feeling.

He was a little confused, was the terrifying figure of that person wandering in the night really himself?