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At night, in the night fog, a luxury car slowly drove into the underground parking lot of a business apartment and parked upright. A middle-aged man with a small stature and well-dressed clothes got out of the car. The middle-aged man, who seemed to have come for a tryst, took the large golden ring off his ring finger and put it in his pocket, and walked towards the elevator room, leaving a string of loud footsteps in the silent parking lot. At the turn leading to the elevator room, the middle-aged man had just turned the corner, and his long shadow was still dragging on the ground. Suddenly, another figure appeared on the ground, and the footsteps came to an abrupt halt with a muffled snort! A moment later, a tall black business vehicle quietly drove out of the parking lot......

A few days later, on the roof platform of the city's tallest building, the 568-meter-high Landmark No. 1 Building, Mi Meng climbed over the railing and stood on the edge of the platform, the rain hit his face obliquely, the wind made him stagger, and the distance between him and death was only 568 meters, but at this time he had a different scene in his mind......

Chapter 1: Amnesia

The raindrops cracked into eight petals on the screen, and the stars splashed on the face of the mask, and his cheeks twitched slightly, and his consciousness was forced to return to reality. Meng Meng opened his eyes and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, he had only slept for an hour, it was still early to go to work, so he turned over, tried to control the wisp of consciousness, and returned to the dream, which soon had an effect. In a trance, Meng Meng returned to the old house, the old house that had appeared in his dreams countless times......

A boy of five or six years old was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head and looking out the window.

It's raining! It was also raining on the day the parents were separated from the little boy. The mother told the little boy that they would come back when the next rain fell. Therefore, the little boy likes to rain and looks forward to it, and he misses his father and mother very much every rainy day.

"Close the window, don't you see the rain?" A woman's shrill voice came from the upstairs window.

The little boy's tranquility was shattered instantly, and he did not respond soundly, but staggered to his feet, tiptoeing, and stretched out his little hand to push the window. The window frames are made of wood, and they have been deformed over the years, and they stubbornly don't want to be closed easily.

"Did you close the window and hear me?" The woman is getting more and more impatient!

The little boy felt a little unhappy in his heart, and pushed his right hand hard against the window. With a crisp sound, the glass shattered, pieces scattered, and the thin figure on the glass also fell apart.

The red blood fell like rain outside the window, and the boy's heart fluttered every time the clock ticked on the wall. The door slammed open, and the ticking was gone......

There was a tingling pain from the scar on his right wrist, and he opened his eyes and touched the shocking scar. With a movement of his wrist, Meng Meng felt his limbs cold and stiff, and reluctantly sat up, shivering a few times. The drizzle outside the window was swaying, and from time to time the wind carried the rain into the window, which had already drenched the Meng all over his body. Mi Meng didn't mean to close the window, the upper teeth kept knocking the lower teeth to get out of bed, and the light didn't bother to turn on, so he walked out of the bedroom familiarly, went to the bathroom next to the stairs and found a towel, and hastily wiped the rain on his body.

Trembling, Mi Meng returned to the bed and sat down, turning his head to look at the wall clock. As far as the eye can see, the walls are empty! Mi Meng narrowed her eyes, looking through the dimly lit room, searching the walls repeatedly.

"Where's the bell?" Qi Meng stood up suddenly, and then he froze straight there, and even the involuntary trembling on his body was completely suppressed! Because he realizes that this is not his "home"!

The apartment where Mi Meng lived was only seventy square meters in size, with one bedroom and one living room, but at this time he was standing in a room on the first floor of a two-story building.

Mi Meng was stunned in place for a long time before an idea came to him, and before he was discovered, he wanted to leave here quickly! Mi Meng rushed out of the room in a hurry, turned around in a circle, the black light was blinding, and he didn't know how to escape from this house!

In the panic, Mi Meng suddenly had a feeling of unreality! Mi Meng had dreamed of this place more than once, and the wooden bed and the desk beside the bed, which were a little too small for him, had appeared in his dreams, and he felt familiar and intimate. But every time Mi Meng woke up from a dream and tried to grasp the feeling and try to remember, the final answer was the same - it was really just a dream!

Mimeng's head ached, and the scar on his right wrist ached, so he emptied all his thoughts and wandered aimlessly around the house. The living room on the first floor is large, with thick curtains on the windows, and some antique furniture can be faintly discerned in the dimness. Other than that, no modern appliances such as televisions, air conditioners, or any everyday items were found. Mi Meng wiped it on the table with two fingers, but it didn't get a trace of dust. There is no trace of life, but it is spotless, and it is all more like a dream.

Walk slowly up the stairs to the second floor and find a switch at the end of the stairs. Mi Meng pressed the switch, and a crystal chandelier hanging above the corner of the stairs suddenly lit up, dazzling and dazzling, making it impossible to look at directly, he hurriedly pressed the switch again, and the light immediately became soft and pleasant. With light, things under the light have color, and the wooden staircase in front of you presents a delicate and heavy texture that makes people want to touch it. Mi Meng stretched out his hand to rub the smooth staircase handrail, and his heart was filled with a hint of home-like warmth.

Suddenly, Mi Meng trembled as if he had been electrified, and a picture flashed in his mind. As a child, I was happily riding down the handrail of the stairs......

"This is my home!" Mimeng's heart was pounding. The dusty memory has turned into a dream, and the warm joy and pain and sorrow of the past are here, it depends on whether Mi Meng can find it himself, what is he looking for?

Mi Meng forced himself to calm down, close his eyes, and follow the warmth in his heart to find and recall. It's just that this is more difficult than imagined, and there has always been a sense of panic lingering in Mi Meng's heart, and he will unconsciously think about something terrible. When Mi Meng realized that he had gone astray, he was already trapped in it and couldn't extricate himself!

Mi Meng heard a loud sound, and his hairs stood on end. The sound was intermittent and ethereal, and when Mi Meng held his breath and listened carefully, the sound disappeared, and when Mi Meng took a long breath to relax his mind, it burrowed into his ears again.

Feeling a little nervous, Mi Meng hurriedly turned off the chandelier and crept down the stairs to return to the room where he had stayed before. Inadvertently, Mi Meng found a car key at the bedside, and through the window, he saw a tall black business car quietly parked in the drizzle outside the porch.

The noise was at work again, this time clearer than before, and it felt like someone with a large bunch of keys repeatedly trying to unlock a door. The key was inserted into the lock hole, swayed from side to side, and the lock was not opened, so I pulled out this one and replaced it with another, repeating it again and again, and again and again pulling Mimeng's tense nerves!

Another key was inserted into the door lock, followed by the sound of the key driving the lock cylinder to turn, and the door was opened! A damp, icy wind and heavy footsteps followed, followed by a heavy object being laid down, and an inaudible moan. The sound of footsteps became quick, mixed with the sound of water dripping on the floor, with a fluttering echo, and ran upstairs after a moment of lingering in the first-floor living room.

Mi Meng, who was originally huddled in the corner with his knees huddled, was driven by an inexplicable force to stand up, like a marionette, and walked out of the room involuntarily. Mi Meng heard another groan, and where the sound came, the water stains on the ground shimmered, and in the light and shadow was a person huddled in the light, a thin middle-aged woman, who was soaking wet and shivering, as if she was enduring great pain. Suddenly, a figure appeared silently behind Mi Meng......

Boom-boom-Boom Mi Meng had a strange dream, but the image in his mind had been shattered by the damn alarm sound! Mi Meng climbed out of bed like a zombie, walked into the bathroom with sleepiness, and finally felt some energy after taking a shower. After eating something indiscriminately, before going out, Mi Meng habitually looked at the old man's wall clock, the hands stopped at twelve o'clock, and the pendulum hung lifelessly in place.

Mi Meng felt a sense of discomfort in an instant, without that ticking sound, his heart seemed to have lost its beating rhythm! Mi Meng threw off his coat and climbed on the chair to wind the old man's clock, one or two laps...... Until the full 10 laps. Looking at the time on his phone, Mi Meng carefully dialed the minute hand, and every time he dialed it to the hour, he would stop, patiently wait for the bell to ring full, and then continue to dial the next turn, and finally nudge the pendulum, when the old man's clock re-emitted the familiar ticking sound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Mi Meng jumped so that his back fell directly on the soft mattress, stretched comfortably, and put his hands behind his head to look at the wall clock. Lemon has amnesia, and he only remembers what happened after he moved into this apartment four years ago. Ever since I moved in, this old German clock has been hanging on this wall. I don't know why, only the ticking of the old man's clock rings in my ears every day, and Mi Meng sleeps peacefully.

Mi Meng is twenty-five years old this year, at least that's what is written on his ID card, his current life looks pretty good, he has a relatively stable and decent job, and his income is enough for his own food and clothing. But the missing memories made Mi Meng very depressed, very autistic, and even very conflicted. Sometimes Mimeng would rather live ten years less, as long as he can get back his lost memories; Sometimes he thinks that maybe God has made him lose something for a reason.

Standing at the door of the apartment building, the rain is still falling, and there is still no intention of stopping it since yesterday. Mi Meng has an umbrella, and he went home from work last night, but today he said that he couldn't find anything! There was still some distance from the apartment building to the parking lot, and Mi Meng walked straight into the drizzle.