Probably so, I sighed and turned back to continue reading my book, but just then, a nurse pushed the door open and walked in, as if it was time for an injection.

I didn't understand how these injections were arranged, but it was probably my doctor's problem, but they couldn't hurt me, so I didn't ask much, and I didn't bother to pay attention to these little things.

Before leaving, I asked her that the injection seemed to be very irregular, and the other party smiled a little awkwardly, saying that he was not very punctual, so he was sorry.

I was a little speechless, but I didn't say anything, and after sending the nurse away, I read the book for a while, and the content was still about Paul's "How Steel is Made".

I've watched a lot of the plots in it, but I don't remember most of them, in fact, their names are almost all replaced by me as them.

The story is advanced by those characters, and it is as if I am retelling my own memories, and the dreams are recorded, which is the plot, but there are many strange things in the plot.

But the most familiar and my favorite part came up, where Paul was locked up, and his experience in prison was so clear to me that even I can now draw what he looked like with a pen.

He seemed to be quiet, he was suffering, physically and mentally, and even as I read this, I could hear Tonya praying against the darkness at night.

Those vague words, those can be recorded, and that's all left.

But I don't know who can still hear the girl's prayers, and since when they have been, and when they have disappeared, until a confused officer comes to free poor Paul, as if they were the only ones who heard the prayers.

But he is not a god, nor an angel, and his kindness comes from the chaos of his consciousness, which gives respect to the poor and harm to the ignorant.

After Paul leaves the cage, he first goes to look for his robbery, where he meets his friend.

The door was pushed open again, and my thoughts came to an abrupt halt, and when I put down the book and looked at him, my consciousness seemed to be still in the story.

I seemed to see the confused officer, it was a very old man, with a beard, and I knew this man.

As soon as I saw him, I got up from the bed and wanted to go over and kick him, but I knew it was too impulsive.

"How dare you come here, we already know what kind of medicine you brought!"

In response to my questioning, the other party just smiled, "Young man, don't be so excited, my medicine is real or fake, you haven't taken it, nothing happened, it's not prescribed by the hospital, what?" ”

I snorted, "It's just a strong word, what do you want to do now!" ”

"Don't get excited, you've heard about your illness, those foreign doctors can't cure it at all, but I'm not here to bring you medicine, but someone asked me to give you this, maybe it's more useful than my medicine!"

I hesitated as I looked at the blue box that the man handed me, and now it seemed like he was the ignorant shaver again.

But in the end, I took it, and when I looked at it, I saw that the box was the size of a book in my hand, and about the same thickness, with a picture on it.

In the painting, there is a mountain, and at the edge of the mountain, there is a man with chains on his body, locked to a stone tree on the cliff.

"What is this?!" I couldn't understand it, but when I opened the box, the old man had already left.

When I opened the cardboard box, I saw a letter inside, and my name was written on the envelope.

Is this a letter to me?

I frowned, and looked at the lid of the cardboard box, and the picture on it was also part of the letter, or was it something from the letter?

I shook my head, what is it, isn't it clear if you open the letter?

Thinking about it, I set the box aside and opened the mysterious letter.

"Hello, Qin Huai, we meet again, although it is in this form, but I still hope that you can recognize who I am, maybe you don't know my name, but it doesn't matter, our correspondence only needs me to understand you, maybe you can reply, if you want, you can give the reply to the person who came!"

"I know I should pick a good time to have a good chat with you, so I'm just writing these letters to you now.

"What I'm trying to tell you, it may have something to do with your condition, it may have something to do with what you've been looking for.

"Did you notice that painting on the box too? I drew it, and I don't know how you appreciate it, as if you didn't know how you guessed my identity when you read this letter.

"Forgive me for my conceit, I'm going to tell you the part you don't know, you're wondering if I'm going to be nearby, if I'm going to be the murderer of the doctor, or if you're going to try to find out where I am, by letter, or by the address of the letter, oh, you may not believe me, but I'm going to stop you, don't be so wasted.

"Perhaps, my tone and way of speaking make you feel uneasy, because we are not friends, but you have to believe my words - I have been following you for a long time!"

His words carried a lot of weight, and I did think as he did, but I quickly dismissed the thought, and looked around as if the man was nearby, staring at me silently.

After a few uneasy glances, I finally looked at the next content, "We can become friends, I don't need to harm you, even if we can't be friends, I don't want us to be enemies, in fact, about your condition, I have a way to help you."

"This method requires a lot of links, so we have to cooperate, and in addition to these, I have something to tell you, even what you may have a hunch!"

Here I paused, and immediately looked back at the man who was locked up on the cliff, and suddenly felt as if it was mocking me.

For that person, who is on a cliff and cannot choose his life or death, it may be liberation and freedom to jump off the cliff, or it may be endless pain.

It's like himself, who wants to gain control of the invisible danger, but is entangled by various forces and can't break free.

Coming back, I continued reading, "I'll tell you the answer you've been looking for, and if you believe in the truth, what you see is the truth, nothing else, and there's no need to be afraid!"

"Remember you used to suspect a lot of things, but it's time for you to rest, we know yourself better than those doctors, you have too many wounds!"

This sentence became the final ending, and I looked at the large text, black and pressed like ants, arranged in a huge phalanx, flat on the white paper.

After that, there is a byline - goodbye anonymous!

Who could this person be?

I looked at the envelope again, and it showed that the sender was from Yunnan.

And after reading it for a while, I hesitated to write back to him. Or should someone find out the source of the letter, or the identity of the old man?

But looking at the contents of the letter, as well as the address, the person must have expected me to do this, so he deliberately left these contents.

Wouldn't it be too stupid if I did what he said?

Finally I shook my head, called the nurse on duty, and brought me pen and paper, and I was going to get in touch with this person by writing a letter, which was the only clear channel, and inquiring about his identity and purpose.

But when I held the pen, I was a little unaccustomed, because I often used my mobile phone, and suddenly I felt a little awkward when I used the pen, so the first few words, I wrote a little ugly, but after thinking about it, I continued to write.

"You know what happened to me, but your method may not help me, and among my friends, there is no name of yours, if it is an enemy, we need to meet again to be sure, if I have to look for it by my side, I may not find your clues, but I may find the murderer."

At this point, I paused again, feeling that the wording was too sharp, but there was no politeness in the other party's tone.

Then, after a few more glances at the other party's letter, he continued, "We have met, so we are not strangers, right, but you know me far better than I know you, if I don't know your identity, what are you going to believe or doubt?"

"If you want to convince me, be honest and tell me your plans!"

I made this passage into a short sentence, but I didn't know what to emphasize, or to retreat to the next best thing, looking for other opportunities to reach him.

Or both! The other party said that he had seen me, so could he be the leader of the World Snake?

I shook my head, and continued, "I confess that I was guessing, and even writing this letter, I was uneasy, because your appearance was so sudden and without warning, and I even feared that you were somewhere nearby watching me reply to you, but I understand that you were not so brave! ”

This was out of revenge on the carton for the painting, and I responded to his ridicule in the most direct and effective way.

Of course, when he said this, he didn't say it, because it was the case, this person almost never appeared from beginning to end, at least ...... We haven't seen each other openly and honestly.

Perhaps, in this way, the person who is in each other's imagination is the most worthy of deep consideration, because he is unknown, and he may also be the best, the most mysterious friend, and he may also be the most dangerous and powerful enemy.