Chapter 177: Memories of the Revenant

The male patient's surname was Yu, and the one with gauze on his head was his brother-in-law. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 The "Niu Niu" in the mouth of the info brother-in-law is naturally the son of Patient Yu.

Patient Yu's wife, surnamed Yang, was sitting in the back room weeping. Her mother and her sister were with her, and they all cried with her. Seeing us enter the house, the younger sister of the Yang family withdrew, but the Yang mother accompanied her daughter and refused to go out.

The woman surnamed Yang raised her face and looked at Meng Xiang and me. I found that her eyes were very charming, and with tears rippling at the moment, even I, a strange man, couldn't help but feel a little pity.

She is even more plump and has a bit of coquettish temperament, and she is the kind of woman who makes men think a little bit when they see it.

"He's not my man, certainly not! A few days ago, there was a legend that something borrowed from a corpse to resurrect a soul, and I didn't believe it, but now, I can't believe it! As soon as the woman opened her mouth, she cried more and more like a tearful person, "It's also that I don't care, he is sick like that, and he suddenly heals for some reason, I should have been afraid, but I love him so much that when I see him well, I am so happy that I can't care about anything!" Until he returned home, he ...... He ...... That's not the body of a living person at all! And...... And it was impossible for him to treat me like that as if he was going to tear me apart...... It can't be my man! ā€

She burst into tears, Meng Xiang held back her temperament, and waited for her to calm down a little before asking her again, "Do you have one...... Where do you think he will take your child? ā€

"How do I know? That's not him at all! As soon as Meng Xiang mentioned the child, the woman surnamed Yang broke down and cried again, "Pity my Niu Niu, police officer, you must hurry up to save him, hurry up and save my Niu Niu!" ā€

Meng Xiang and I saw that she was just crying, and I really couldn't ask anything else, so we had to say goodbye and go out.

Fortunately, as soon as I got into the car, a police officer called to say that he had found traces of the remaining patient in an unfinished building in the ƗƗ district.

Meng Xiang immediately drove there. Officers have cordoned off the area to prevent idlers from entering. I got out of the car with Meng Xiang, and a police officer immediately came up to report to Meng Xiang.

"The suspect is in front of the window on the fifth floor, because he has a child in his hands, and we don't dare to go in!"

In fact, when the police reported it, I had already faintly heard the children's cries of "wow" coming from upstairs, so Meng Xiang and I immediately went upstairs.

Walking up the unpaved staircase, the whole building looks dilapidated and terrifying. The unframed windows are like large broken holes in the main body of the building. The wind forms convection currents from these holes, and even though it is a hot summer, it still gives people a chilly feeling.

Following the child's crying, I heard the voice of a police officer constantly admonishing: "You put down the child, we will never do anything to you!" Besides, it's your own son, how can you bear to let him be frightened like this? ā€

"He's not my son! I want to know who I am, hurry up and tell me who I am? A hoarse voice rang out, and there was a feeling of anger and depravity.

"You're Yu ƗƗ! Or you drop the baby, and we'll let your wife talk to you!" The officer said.

"Don't call her, I don't want to see her!" The hoarse voice suddenly increased in volume, and became more and more hoarse.

Meng Xiang and I walked to the fifth floor at this time and saw that the upstairs was full of police officers. At the door of the room in the far north, two police officers on the left and right were on guard with pistols, and a third police officer with glasses stood diagonally in the doorway, talking bitterly to the people in the door.

Seeing us coming, the police nodded to Meng Xiang, Meng Xiang shook his head and told them not to say hello, and she and I went to the door and looked in.

There was an eerie feeling that I was jumping out of the door, I don't know what about the others, but I was a jerking spirit.

A slender man in the room, clutching a crying four or five-year-old child in one hand. The man stood with his back to the window against the darkest corner, but it was broad daylight and I could still see his face at a glance.

He was barefoot, and he wore only a long silk nightgown. It may be that he has been suffering from illness for a long time, and his cheeks are thin, but his facial features are quite handsome.

But I just glanced at him, and immediately a thought occurred to me: he was not a living man, but a dead man!

Not only because his face was pale and blue, but also because his voice was obviously full of anxiety, but the muscles on his face were dull, and he felt like he was wearing a mask made of human flesh.

And his eyes--

I was slightly startled because there was a faint green light in his eyes. I don't know what that means, but it's the first time I've been in this situation. But no matter what it means, one thing I can be sure of is that this person is definitely not the same surname Yu he used to be.

"Tell me, who am I? Who the hell am I? Otherwise, I'll kill this kid! ā€

The man shouted again, and I gestured to the officer in charge of the negotiation to shut up for a moment, and I dodged myself into the unframed doorway.

"You haven't recovered yet!" Meng Xiang grabbed my hand and said in a low voice.

"Trust me, it's okay!"

I whispered back and strode a step towards the door.

I had already thought of a few words of response, but before I could speak, the man inside screamed, "Stop, don't come in!" You, you, you......"

His previous sentence was quite fierce, but suddenly, he said several words "you" in a row, and suddenly his eyes were full of green.

Meng Xiang was taken aback, hurriedly followed into the house, and reached out to pull me behind her, a thought flashed in my heart, and blurted out a sentence: "Do you know me?" My name is Colliers, do you know me? ā€

"Colliers? Colliers? The man chewed, and again, a green light flashed in his eyes, "Yes, you you...... It's called Gaoli, it's called Gaoli! ā€

He muttered twice. I immediately followed up: "Yes, I'm Colliers!" So, who are you? Since you know me, do you also remember who you are? ā€

"I, I, I......" The man wanted to answer, but strangely, his face was dumbfounded, but I saw a look of shame in his slightly green eyes, "I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to! This kid ...... You take this child away, and ...... And, I didn't mean to, I just don't know who I am! ā€

Sure enough, he let go of the child. The child was quite clever, and immediately ran to me crying, Meng Xiang hurriedly squatted down and took the child in his hand.

(See Chapter 178, "Why Remained")