Hearing my sister and Lu Zenghan talking about what they only knew between them, I realized that I was redundant and embarrassed. There are many things that may not be convenient for them to talk about with me. I silently returned to the master bedroom, leaving my sister and Lu Zenghan to talk outside.

But that feeling is really uncomfortable. The two people I love the most, outside talking things that only they understand, I'm an outsider, hiding in a corner. I was a little choked, and I couldn't breathe.

Time flies so slowly, every minute and second seems to be stretched infinitely. I was restless, I wanted to run away, and I was curious about what they were saying. I don't know how long it took, but I couldn't hear any sound outside, was my sister gone? I took a light step and walked to the living room.

saw Lu Zenghan and his sister hugging each other, Lu Zenghan didn't know what he had just said to his sister, his sister's tears were wanton, and Lu Zenghan was a little excited, and his hands holding his sister were trembling slightly.

At that moment, I finally knew what it was like for the sky to fall. I imagined their past, I felt their feelings, but when they couldn't help hugging each other in front of me so unabashedly, every pore of mine felt like pins and needles, hurting, and spurting blood.

My fists clenched subconsciously, and my lips bit tightly until I smelled bloody. I don't know how hard it took to resist the urge to scream. But I could suppress the screaming, but I couldn't control the blood backing up to the top of my head, and I was dizzy, and I leaned limply against the wall with a "thump". My appearance alarmed them, Lu Zenghan and his sister turned to look at me, and my sister immediately struggled out of his arms, her face was pale, and she hurriedly said, "Qiaoqiao, you listen to my explanation-"

I smiled at them sadly, what is the explanation? My existence is an obstacle. At that moment, I just wanted to run, I didn't listen to my sister's explanation, ran to the door, pushed open the door and strode out. Behind him was Lu Zenghan's shout: "Ke Qiao, you come back." And the shouts of my sister.

But I suddenly burst into infinite potential, ran as fast as I could, and soon left all the voices behind. Ran out of the community, just came a taxi to give people away, originally it was not good to take a taxi here. I got in the car and let the driver drive to the southern city.

It wasn't until the car had gone a long way that I realized that my face was full of tears. The driver cautiously asked me where to go? yes, where am I going? I had nowhere to go, and if I went back to Yingying's old house, they would have no trouble finding me. But I don't want to see them, not a single one.

I asked the driver to put me in the bustling business district of the southern city, and I walked aimlessly and walked on the road like a wandering ghost. Watching others in groups or pairs makes me feel lonely, ridiculous, and a little shameful. If it weren't for me in the middle, maybe my sister would have regained her happiness.

I bought a cup of coffee on the side of the road, drank it dazedly, and couldn't help tearing the thick paper cup open and slashing it hard at my arm, once, twice, until the blood beads came out, until tears flowed down my face. The heart suddenly tore open a breath under the pain of the flesh, and it was more comfortable. I hate self-harm like this, but the pain in my body is many times better than the pain and depression in my heart.

I don't know how long it lasted like a wandering corpse, until all the shops around me were closed and the lights went out, and I still didn't know where to go. I took another car, went around the south city a few times, and finally stopped at the gate of the post bridge, I still have the key here, I wonder if my clinic is still there before? Even if I'm not there, I can find a place to catch my breath.

Pushing open the door, I turned on the light according to my original habit, and when I walked to my side, I looked at Han Muzhi's office on the other side of the corridor, but there was a piece of light that came out of the room. Is he still there? I was stunned for a moment and walked over. Han Muzhi's door was open, and he sat at his desk, his hands on the table, not knowing what he was looking at, his expression was full of pain.

I knocked on the door, Han Muzhi looked up, saw that it was me, and barely squeezed out a smile: "You're here?" ”

I walked in and saw that what Han Muzhi was staring at just now was the hairpin I gave to Yingying, and there were still dust and blood stains on it. On the day of Yingying's accident, she took this hairpin with her, and she was busy saving her at the time, and no one cared about the hairpin. But Han Muzhi went to pick it up. Although after Yingying's accident, it seems that Han Muzhi's psychological quality is the best, he recruited people from his hometown, ran before and after going through the formalities, his sanity and calmness deceived everyone. But only under the lights at night, he who watched his sister leave a hairpin in pain is real.

My heart ached again, and I couldn't speak.

Han Muzhi put the hairpin aside, touched his chin, and said with a wry smile: "Yingying has been like a fart since she was a child, always behind me. I've always thought of her as my own sister. Unexpectedly, I really responded to that sentence, worried about her since I was a child, helped her with some points, and finally had to sweep her grave. ”

Han Muzhi's words sounded bland, but he was crying blood. My eyes were red, and I choked up a little and said, "Who would have thought it would be like this." Yingying shouldn't go, this world shouldn't be like this to good people-"

Before I finished speaking, Han Muzhi suddenly pushed all the things on the table to the ground, still still angry, kicked the desk over, and roared: "Why? Why should the world be unfair to good people? If good people don't live long, what the fuck are good people for! ”

Han Muzhi's sudden outburst of anger startled me, he has always been gentle and elegant, such a gaffe is the second time I have seen it. I was stunned and stood aside. Yingying's death hit him too hard.

Han Muzhi sat on the chair and muttered distractedly, "Why? Why is Heaven so unfair? ”

My heart is sad, Heaven has never been fair. It's as if God has given my sister a beautiful look, a smart mind, and a pungent personality, which are not counted, and even the person I love will be given to her. And I am not only a loser, but also bear the kindness of my sister and carry the burden of morality, how can God ever be fair to me?

I leaned down, picked up the things that Han Muzhi threw on the ground one by one, and put them aside. I really couldn't push the table, and after trying a few times, Han Muzhi held my hand and sighed: "I'm sorry, Ke Qiao, forgive me for my bad temper." I'm often getting more and more out of control now. ”

I shook my head: "I don't blame you. I can understand your current mood, and it's good to vent it. If you hold it all, you will get sick. At this time, don't force yourself with the psychologist's box. ”

Han Muzhi said softly: "Thank you, thank you for showing mercy to me." As he spoke, he lifted the table up, and then asked me as if he had reacted, "Why are you here?" ”

"It's okay, I just want to find a place to breathe." I sat in another chair in the room.

Han Muzhi looked at me and asked carefully, "What's wrong?" What's wrong with you? ”

"Nothing." I sighed, "Yingying's business, my own business." "I can't talk about my sister and Lu Zenghan. Han Muzhi once persuaded me, but now I am a slap in the face.

Fortunately, Han Muzhi didn't continue to ask, I sat in the office with him that night, and occasionally said a word, he made two cups of coffee and gave me a cup, so quietly accompanied by someone at night, I don't know if I am empty or really calm.

Until the sky was slightly bright, I took a nap, and when I woke up, I found that Han Muzhi had been put on Freud's couch and fell asleep with his clothes covered. Han Muzhi bought it from outside and came back early.

The night is a time when people are fragile and emotionally broken, but during the day, they can collect all the fragments of their hearts and put them together. I took two bites and said to Han Muzhi: "By the way, Muzhi, you can help me do hypnosis." Yesterday I went to record a statement, but I couldn't remember the details, which delayed the police from solving the case. The white team said to help me find a hypnotist, but I don't know when he will find it. ”

Han Muzhi suddenly interrupted me: "Don't easily accept other people's hypnosis. This kind of thing still needs to be familiar with talent insurance. Who knows what they're going to say to you. ”

"People have professional ethics, and they have nothing to do with the case, so they won't ask." Han Muzhi always thinks too complicated, I explained.

Han Muzhi shook his head: "People's hearts are unpredictable, because you think of people too simply. In this way, I will help you hypnotize, and you must also remember that you must not let others hypnotize you, you know? ”

"Okay." I promised.

Han Muzhi took me to a consultation room, and he closed the curtains. The room suddenly went dark, and the heart that had been slightly relieved just now became obscure again. Han Muzhi turned on the lamp and sat down opposite me. Under his guidance, I gradually walked into a hypnotic dream.

My memory goes back to the day of Yingying's accident. While picking out the furniture, I saw my sister in a blue dress, and then Yingying and I walked to the underground parking lot. There weren't a lot of cars that day, there were a lot of empty parking spaces, and when I walked in front of the bright red polo car, a person suddenly burst out.

At this time, a voice slowly asked in my ear, "Raise your head and take a closer look at that person's face." ”

I raised my head in the dream and looked carefully at the murderer who suddenly appeared, wearing a trench coat, not tall, with a horizontal face, wearing a pair of sunglasses, but the outline of his face outside the sunglasses was very familiar, and the potholes on that face were unforgettable. It seems that I have seen him somewhere.

My head hurts, and I wonder if I've seen it anywhere. I struggled to remember. Where would I have seen such a person? suddenly remembered that among the entourage that Zou Shizhao often followed, there was such a person with very small eyes and poor skin, and he always had pimples. often follows Zou Shizhao closely. I'm a little excited, it's him! I couldn't help but whisper, "I remember, I've seen this person." ”