It is said that Zhong Sheng was drunk that night, slept on the street, broke his mouth, and left a bag on his forehead. The wound in the mouth was so deep that it was not visible at all from the outside. Maybe it was gnawed by itself when it fell, or how deep the wound was? He speculated about what it was like. It is said that their own cabbage is gnawed by other people's pigs, but I am good, I was gnawed by myself, and it is really fat and water does not flow into the fields of outsiders! Really good, have the ability. In his heart, he devalued himself as worthless and vowed never to drink again.

For a few days, I wore a yang hat and a big mask, commuted to and from work, closed doors, and carefully cultivated. Fortunately, in the autumn, there are many people who have colds, cover a mask, wear a sun hat, and no one makes a fuss.

It's just that he was laughed at by Fang Qing and others for a few days, and after that, he didn't mention it anymore. It was Aunt Mu, who was disturbed by his strange outfit and couldn't hold back her curiosity, and one day, she blocked the way and kept asking: What was yesterday? Miscarriage? Afraid of the wind? caused Zhong Sheng to cry and laugh: My aunt, don't worry about it when you are old, you have a cold, and you want to infect people. When the old lady heard this, she turned away from him. But every day, I still ask from afar: Is it better? I'll stew you an old hen soup to make up for it? When Zhong Sheng heard it, he was so moved that he almost cried: Auntie——, you can give me some crucian carp soup again, and you can do both.

Cut, not serious! The aunt looked at him and smiled.

Covering, tucking, and hiding, after a week, the wound gradually healed, the diet did not feel pain, and the mood gradually returned to the previous state.

That's fine, let him have a longer memory. is a half-grown old man, and he is still not light or heavy, and it is not a long-term thing to float for the rest of his life. Take this opportunity to be quiet and think about how to live in the future, and from then on, change your face and be a new person.

But the scene of that night was so real, even the details were very clear, especially the appearance of a woman, so beautiful and so sad, the infinite affection for that person, the performance was so nuanced, and it didn't look like a dream, which made him a little scared, it couldn't be a madman, right? I was always a little nervous, and I wondered if there would be something wrong with me. It's not good to go to the hospital to check, so I thought about finding a psychiatrist on the Internet in private to consult and ask what happened. But when asked, they all suggested that he go to the hospital to do a brain wave, brain CT or something, and it is difficult to make a correct judgment based on description alone. What is most likely? He was reluctantly asking an online doctor again. Hypothesis! The other party typed two words, and then there was no movement.

Hypothesis? Am I not paranoid? Mother, I really laughed to death. How can such a sober person hook up with delusional madness, outrageous, outrageous. I rejected this result in my heart, and there was no better explanation, so I hid it in my heart and watched for it to change.

Fortunately, after recuperating at home for a period of time, he read all the green diary and had an objective understanding of a woman's heart and love journey. It's just that the name that should appear in the diary was scribbled by her with a black pen, and it was difficult to distinguish what it was. This diary, the man had seen it, and it was he who asked the woman to erase her name. After that, the man's name was replaced by 108. It's so thoughtful!

However, from the depiction of his living habits and physical characteristics scattered in the diary, it is possible to roughly piece together the image of this person, and it should not be a problem to find this person.

The diary was written until October 18 of the third year, and then it came to an abrupt end. There is no obvious time conversion or order identification, only the month and day are written, and the thick three books are written. So, what day did the woman happen, and what happened during this period? Why do women go out? Whether she was sent out, or went out privately, or went out with someone and came back, why was she the only passenger in the car, and why was there no one else? And something happened? Who was the driver in the accident? Where is it now?

In his mind, he listed a large number of questions, and once these questions had answers, the truth of the incident would not be far away.

But where are the answers to these questions? And where is Maserati? She once said that she should have gained something from investigating this matter, right? If she continues to build on her current gains, will it progress faster?

What this matter is trying to do is probably a guess, the truth, the current fact, what the result will be. From more than 1,000 days to check a few key facts, just a diary alone is by no means something that can be completed in a moment.

No, this chronic Maserati is going to leave this matter to a hurry. She's not in a hurry, I'm in a hurry here. That night, I re-sorted out the doubts in my heart and sorted out a clue for the investigation: let's start the investigation from the hotel where Qinghong is located.

Thinking about it, I turned on my phone, clicked on the Maserati's avatar, and typed: Is it there?

Still no response over there? Is it really evaporated? Really! I threw down my phone angrily and circled around the room, feeling panicked, I don't know what to do now?

Grunt, stomach yelling hungry. What to eat? Looking at the few instant noodles left, he felt a terrifying taste in his heart, he couldn't eat it anymore, he had to be crazy to eat it again. But if you don't eat this, what will you eat? The refrigerator had long been hungry and empty.

Take a look at the watch, it's only 10 o'clock in the evening, it's early, it's better to eat something on the street, it's better to nibble on a few bites of meat, that's called pleasure, if you drink two more glasses, it's really... Smack, a slap in the face, why is it so shameless, only after saying that he didn't drink, and he incited to drink, and he didn't have a long memory. I hatefully "bah" twice, and then dare to mention the matter of drinking, see if I don't break off your teeth one by one! After threatening himself, he made a grimace in the mirror with a relaxed face, and then tiptoed out of the door.

At night, there are few pedestrians on the streets, unlike in summer, when there are many people coming and going. It's autumn, and people are scarce at night. But there are also people on the other side who occasionally come and wander. Obviously, I drank too much again, and I happily hated the narrow road!

Drunk? It's a pleasure indeed! was so envious that Zhong Sheng lowered his head and couldn't bear to look at it.

Wondering where to eat? What to eat? In a trance, there were two people walking in front of them, a man and a woman on their backs, and the walking posture was very familiar, who was it? I thought about it for a moment, oh! It turned out to be the two of them, no wonder they were so familiar!