Surprisingly smooth and the weather was a good one for climbing.

Maybe it was because I came to Yi Tian last time, or because Lu Zheng inadvertently mentioned it, there was not much difficulty.

Walking through a dense forest, Loya and Dr. Lu stood on the edge of the pit where she had been trapped that night, and on the edge of the pit there were strips of adhesive tape left by the police to protect the scene.

The weather has been fine for several days, and there is no trace of water at the bottom of the pit, replaced by a thick layer of fallen leaves.

A gust of mountain wind hit, and the fallen leaves flew down all over the place.

The sun shines from above, and the fallen leaves of the place show a little bit of light, which is very beautiful.

Along the way, my mind was very clear, and the road I had traveled that night was also very clearly displayed in front of my eyes.

However, there is less of that thrilling feeling, and more of tranquility and peace of mind.

Dr. Lu held a camera in his hand and a mini speaker with him, and the melody of the song playing on a loop was very soothing and melodious, and Luo Ya felt that it was particularly in line with the current scenery.

He said that it was a pastoral song, and he always liked to hum a couple of lines when he was fine, which was the kind he longed for.

The two of them walked slowly around the forest a few times, but they really didn't gain much.

I don't know if the psychiatrist's words are particularly effective, anyway, after Lu Zheng said such a sentence, Luo Ya agreed very much and obediently went out of the forest with him.

He said: "There are thousands of roads in the world, and each road is a landscape. Life is short, so why bother to stay on a landscape. At the next intersection, a different scenery may be waiting for you. ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, Luo Ya felt that for more than 20 years, the life principle that he often believed in was to go his own way and let others say it.

But why did you drill the horns now? It's funny that it's just a game set up by that clown, and I'm obsessed.

The breeze was blowing and the sun was shining, cutting just the right shadow in the gazebo in the mountains.

Just to rest, Dr. Lu thoughtfully handed over a bottle of water, the birds in the mountains chirping, the stream gurgling, very pleasant.

The sun was so lazy that he didn't want to move, and Dr. Lu didn't mean to leave in a hurry.

A wave of sleepiness hit, just a matter of seconds, and the sky and the earth fell one by one, and it was dark.

There was a damp smell in the air.

She didn't know when she had fallen asleep, all she knew was that when she woke up, it was so dark that she couldn't see a single color.

The sound of rain ticking in my ears was familiar.

Time seemed to have hit a whirlpool, back to the day of New Year's Day, and unfortunately, she once again returned to the trap pit dug by the hunters in the dense forest of Maoyan Mountain.

The rain trickled down from the edge of the pit, and the fear and coldness wrapped itself tightly around it like a dense net.

She didn't even have her hands out of her arms, and she didn't dare to touch the outside world, as if only the bottom of the pit was safest.

Every minute and every second of time here flies, night and day, and night comes.

Fear was replaced by a desire to live, and she felt it was time to get out and see the outside world.

She found that it was not difficult to get out, and the bottom of the pit to the edge of the pit was not as high as she had imagined. A sturdy vine fell from the edge of the pit just right.

Faced with the dense forest that she couldn't get out of in the rainy night, she really panicked, like a lost lamb, rampage.

All the imaginary demons and monsters in the rainy night poured out of the nest and followed her closely.

She only ran forward desperately, with no way back, just like that Chinese New Year's Eve night, she ran desperately.

The sunshine that has been lost for a long time, the warmth that has been lost for a long time, that feeling is very warm.

When I opened my eyes, the sun was still shining, the shadows under the gazebo were still there, and the difference was that I was wearing a men's coat.

Lu Zheng, the psychiatrist, he was standing quietly on the edge of the gazebo, looking into the distance, thoughtfully.

The sun shone on his shoulders, and it was a gold border, which was very beautiful.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep before I knew it."

He smiled lightly.

"No, you don't have to apologize, such a landscape, such a person, I am thinking that time stands still, which is the most proud thing in life."

Luo Ya thought, gentleman, humble gentleman, probably like this!

The car was moving forward on the way back to the city, and the man who was driving seemed to be so right in his life.

The coastal highway is stretched and extended in front. Then, being left far behind.

She thought, Yi Tian, that police officer, what is he doing at the moment?

The strange dream on the mountain just now made the unconfidence in her heart quietly pop up again, and gradually grew crazy, and countless voices lingered in her ears.

Could it be that the clown really doesn't exist? Or is he just a little guy residing inside of himself?

Is my mental illness really terminally ill?

The sea level flashed outside the window, and every thought in my mind seemed to be thundered by five thunders.

Could it be that this is the legendary split personality?

I remember when I was watching a drama in the middle of the night, I watched a foreign film about a pervert, he is simply the best in the split, and he actually has 24 personalities.

Suddenly I was panicked in my heart, I won't?

"Doctor Lu, do you think that clown could be my imaginary character, maybe he doesn't exist at all."

Dr. Lu drove the car intently, and was silent for about twenty seconds.

These twenty seconds made Luo Ya feel extremely tormented, she was expecting him to give an answer, but she was afraid that the answer he said was not what she wanted.

"I remember a writer who said that life has no boundaries and everything is possible. Now that you've thought about it, it's not impossible. ”

His answer was a bit ambiguous.

Luo Ya knows that it is like when you go to the hospital and the doctor first listens to your own report and wonders if you have influenza, or wind-heat flu, or other colds that may be caused.

Then the doctor seems to agree with each of your statements in particular, with a big stroke of the pen on the medical record.

Without further ado, let's go and take a tube of blood for a blood test first.

If you wonder if there is something wrong with your lungs, the doctor will prescribe a fluoroscopic film for you to check by the way.

Or if you suspect that your cold is related to your liver, the doctor calls you to check your liver function.

Believe in science and don't talk about some data, otherwise the patient's brain will be wide and the sky will be high and the birds will fly a bunch of speculations, afraid that he will have an incurable disease.

So the patient was very understanding, obediently paid for it, and did a lot of tests.

When you took a bunch of checklists and found the doctor again, he glanced at the test results and said that it was an ordinary upper respiratory tract infection, and it would be fine to open a box of double yellow lotus and go back to eat it for two days.