After Xu Fan woke up in the hospital, he was covered with a quilt and didn't want to see anyone.

After Liu Xing scolded him, the baby reluctantly stuck her head out of the quilt.

He said he had lost face and was embarrassed to see people.

After a few days of early and late returns, I went to do something with Xiao Wang last night, and this baby was a little impatient.

Two weeks have passed, and Peter Huang has nothing to do, so everyone relaxed and didn't take Yi Tian's words to heart.

The two of them parked the car at the corner not far from the courtyard gate of Huang Bi's house.

But the night got deeper and deeper, and both of them couldn't hold on, and they were careless, and both of them thought that nothing could happen.

They both leaned back in their chairs and dozed off, and they didn't know when the clown came.

When the clown manipulated and got into the room, the process is completely unknown.

When they woke up, they were in the hospital.

Liu Xing, who has always been easy-going, rarely lost his temper, but fortunately the clown was merciful, otherwise the two of them didn't even know how they died.

Xu Fan drooped his head, and didn't dare to refute a word, it was rare to look obedient.

Luckily, this time it was only Peter Huang who was injured, and the others were fine.

Unfortunately, this time the clown ran away without a trace under the noses of the police. And the police don't know when the next time he will do it? Who is his next target?

………………

The thirteen spiced crayfish tastes so good, and the beer is good.

I slept so deeply this night, I was in that dream all the time, and I couldn't stop it.

The boxy house, the doctors in the white coats, the savage doctors.

The doctors who wanted to control him, and the nurses who were good-looking, they wanted to control not only his body, but also his heart.

In the hazy dream mirror, he seemed to see the signs of the white coat clearly.

The Third People's Hospital of Fenshui County.

This night's dream was a little different from the other night's dreams, and he saw an opportunity to escape from the boxy room.

Running through thousands of mountains and rivers, he thought he was free.

As soon as he turned around, the hospitals of the Third People's Hospital of Fenshui County smiled insolently at him not far behind him.

Especially one of the young doctors, whose face was becoming clearer and clearer in front of him.

In many dreams, it was him, who was brutal and rude to himself, and once he stomped himself on the ground with his pointy shoes, unable to move.

Behind him, it was this doctor, who laughed more insolently than the others.

He turned and ran again, thinking that when he had run through thousands of mountains and rivers again, when he turned around, it was still those ghosts behind him, smiling uncontrollably at him.

It's like laughing at a fool, laughing at a psychopath.

He turned and ran again, this time he didn't choose to turn back, he thought to himself, if he didn't look back, he wouldn't see those he didn't want to see.

However, there is always an end to the road, and at the end of this road is a cliff with a bottomless sea below.

He didn't hesitate, even if he died at the bottom of the sea, he didn't want to go back to that boxy box.

He leaped forward, spread his arms, and the wind whistled in his ears, like a great bird flying freely in the sky.

A blinding glow hit the sky, and he opened his eyes.

The sun has been reflected through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bringing in the warm breath of the spring sun.

The time on the wall clock on the wall showed that it was already 11 a.m., which was a long night's sleep!

However, he soon notices that something is wrong.

He just lay down on the couch and fell asleep, but when did he change into that clown suit?

I remember that when he cleaned up the room yesterday, he specially stuffed the two clown suits into the innermost part of the closet.

The clown's nose on the bedroom floor was all in the bag yesterday.

In the bathroom mirror, a miserable white clown stared at him in confusion, touched his cheek, and a bloodlet blood stain extended from the corner of his mouth to his hairline.

He found a shiver that he had done last night when he fell asleep.

Those dreams? Traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers?

No, it's neither, he's killing again.

The water from the sink was dripping, and he had been standing there for an hour to wash, and there was no more oil paint on his face, and there was no more blood stains with a fishy smell.

But he still tried to rub the skin on his face, and the skin was rubbed red, but he still didn't stop, as if to rub the hideous appearance of the clown out of his memory, and never appear in his life again.

After an hour, he finally stopped.

He began to clean up again, the clown suit, the clown nose was all put into the black garbage bag.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were drawn, and he was afraid of being recognized, not even in the sun.

He began to search his computer frequently for the latest news, and a piece of news caught his attention.

Last night, the clown struck again, and the famous young painter Peter Huang was attacked at home.

The content of the news probably said that fortunately, the police found it in time, and Peter Huang was sent to the hospital.

Peter Wong? What kind of person is this? Why did he take his life?

There were 100,000 reasons in his heart that bothered him, and in the end, he gave up.

He wasn't even sure who he was, what else could he understand?

Pianist? Clown? Serial killer?

Several identities are not what he wants too much, he can't even play the simplest tunes, what kind of bullshit pianist is this?

He felt that he couldn't stay in this apartment, which was like the boxy box that trapped him in his dreams.

Here he was almost suffocating.

Dressed in casual clothes or the same bucket hat, he wasn't sure he could face everything calmly, the crowd around him, the rays of the sun, and even the sound of the spring wind.

Or the pear blossom downstairs that blooms properly.

The hand that pressed the doorknob hesitated for a long time, but still didn't have the courage to open it.

He didn't dare to take this risk, he didn't dare to show himself in front of the world.

The wait was tormenting, and through the gaps in the curtains, the white of the horizon went down little by little, and the twilight came up little by little.

It wasn't until the night covered the land again that he finally got up, carrying the computer in his backpack, the most popular brand of mobile phone of the moment.

A certain news is right, the clown is a night walker, a ghost who shuttles through the city.

He didn't want to be a nightcrawler, let alone a ghost.

But at this time, he had no choice, he wanted to walk in the night to find his true self.

You can't go to sleep, you don't let your other self occupy your body, and you don't want to do what you don't want to do.