The weather in the ancient city has been gray in recent days, and as soon as the sun shows its face in the east early in the morning, it is tightly covered by the fog that gradually rises up.

All morning, the ancient city was immersed in a white mist.

It wasn't until noon that I finally waited for a good time to clear the fog and see the sun.

Meteorological experts at the television station say foggy weather like this is common weather in the winter.

But now it is spring, there will also be this kind of fog, it is really unusual, experts say that this fog has been tested and no harmful substances have been found to the human body.

To be on the safe side, it is recommended that people wear masks when doing outdoor activities.

It's been a week like this, and I don't know which expert has said that the weather can affect a person's mood, and bad weather has a clear effect on negative emotions.

Lately, his mood has been in the same state as the weather, and he is in a period of no light.

So, most of the time, he stayed in the apartment and didn't go anywhere.

More often than not, he sleeps with his head covered, and orders takeout when he is hungry.

I don't know if he slept too much, but he found himself more and more forgetful.

For example, you just ordered a takeout from a food delivery app, and soon after you ordered a takeout from the same store.

At most, within an hour, he ordered the same meal three times at the same restaurant.

The delivery man looked at him differently.

He smiled and explained, saying that he had been under too much pressure at work recently and had eaten a little too much.

The delivery man replied to him with a professional smile: "It's my honor to serve you, remember to give a five-star review." ”

I don't know how many days I've slept, but the living room is already full of takeaway lunch boxes.

Pull back the curtains and the weather is clear, and the spring sun is very comfortable.

Looking at the world outside, he suddenly felt so strange.

Silently touched his face, and a blurred shadow was reflected on the windowpane.

The shadow had a vicissitudes on his face, a gray beard, and long, unkempt hair.

Who is that person?

He went back to the bathroom, and the person in the bathroom mirror was clearer.

He reached out and touched his face, and the man in the mirror followed suit.

He understood that the person in the mirror was himself.

It's just that why are you so strange? After a thousand turns in his brain circuitry, he found a terrible problem, that is, he could no longer remember who he was.

Last night he had a dream that was not very good, he dreamed that he was locked in a small room with a lot of unknown people around.

These people are not very friendly, and they can even be described as violent, which means to do something if they don't agree.

In the big dream, he only had to be beaten at first, but later he also knew how to raise his fists to resist.

Eventually, he found that the fist thing was a good thing, and the less friendly people became friendly and only looked at it.

It was a good feeling, and he enjoyed the dream.

But in the dream, this period is not very long, and the dream painting style changes.

He was locked in a room alone, and he became more and more silent, looking at the wall all day long, as if he had thought about it.

In the picture, there are many men in white coats.

They forced him to do a lot of things, punched and kicked him at the slightest disappointment, forced him to take a lot of pills.

In the final scene, he is pressed to the bed by the men in the white coat, and he struggles desperately, and the more he struggles, the more he is overwhelmed.

He woke up, and when he woke up, he realized that everything was just a dream.

He was thinking, fortunately, it was just a dream.

However, he fell into an even greater panic.

That is, he doesn't remember who he is.

He searched the huge apartment, trying to find something that would prove his identity.

Soon, he found a newspaper on the coffee table stacked with boxes of fast food.

The newspaper was two weeks ago, and half of the page of the A page was a wanted post.

The person on the Tongji Order is said to be a pianist named Bai Jie, who is Bai Jie, he can't remember who it is?

But the photo next to him was familiar to him, the person in the mirror just now.

To understand one thing, it is himself.

What did you do that would be published?

In the corner of the sofa there is a laptop, and the almighty search engine opens.

Type in the keyword, and he finds himself to be quite an amazing character.

In terms of encyclopedic knowledge, he is a famous genius pianist, who has won numerous awards in his forty years of life experience, and is a proud son of heaven.

However, more news from the search is the recent not-so-good news.

The genius pianist is a serial murderer, a psychopathic killer who likes to dress up as a clown.

A little-known platform has made a series of reports on this killer.

Every time this perverted killer commits a crime, he has a particularly sense of ritual, that is, he leaves many clowns' red noses at the scene of the crime.

More and more news turned into countless fonts running towards him, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

What kind of person is you, and why do you have no memory at all?

Two sets of clowns' clothes hung neatly on the coat rack in the bedroom.

In the wardrobe of the bedroom, the clown nose pours out of the ground as soon as it is opened, and in the kitchen cabinet, there is a large box of fruit knives of the same brand and model.

All this indicates that he is indeed a murderer.

But why did the strange self do this? He couldn't figure out why he couldn't figure out why he even broke his head.

Because the pianist was a completely alien existence to himself.

In the living room was a white piano with the lid open.

If he were a pianist, he would be able to play very beautiful tunes.

The piece on the opening page of the sheet music was called "Moonlight Song", and he tried to play it, but he had no memory in his head, and he didn't even recognize the musical symbols that looked like bean sprouts.

Hands slammed on the keys, and there was a roar.

He felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown and needed to calm down.

A soothing piece of music plays in the phone's player, and the mood slowly subsides.

Take out a razor and clean up the messy beard on your face one by one.

A haircut is a difficult problem, let alone a haircut for yourself.

I just didn't do anything, and I shaved my messy hair with a razor.

The man in the mirror, although he is a bald image, looks pretty good overall, it's not that he is narcissistic, he is indeed a man with a pretty good appearance.

Why would such a man with such a good future embark on such a road of no return?

He couldn't figure it out, was there some misunderstanding? Or did the police get the suspect wrong?

I cleaned up the room well, so many lunch boxes were put into garbage bags, and the house was much more decent.

Even that piano he wiped countless times, and this is what a pianist should look like.

Clean and tidy, with the temperament of an artist.