Dr. Ye looked at me with a serious expression, "Voice? It's always there when we speak? ”

I let out a long breath, "That's right, especially the moment when there was silence just now, clearly, did you hear me?" Da, da, da......"

She didn't speak, gestured to listen, then looked at me and got up to go to the bathroom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 After about five minutes of info going in, she came out and shook her head at me, her expression becoming more serious, "You suspect that this auditory hallucination has something to do with Room 207?" ”

"It's not a suspicion, it's definitely related, and this voice has been tormenting me since the first night I went back to that hostel."

My pale face was convincing, and she didn't speak.

"I have seen many psychiatrists before, listening to music, doing massages, going to travel, and they have tried all the methods they recommend, and even I have continued several times with medicine and light electrotherapy, but it has no effect." I stretched out my arms, rolled up my sleeves, and showed her the dense needle holes, "Now I can only sleep for a few hours with only sedation." ”

"Did they say what your symptoms were?"

"Paranoid schizophrenia, they also tried to ask me to tell my family history to prove that I had a genetic disease, and a bad old man asked me to confess whether I had used drugs."

She rubbed her brow and pondered. After watching me for so long, I probably didn't see anything else unusual about me, and I always spoke coherently and logically, and I spoke clearly, although the things I said were very sensational.

"Doctor Ye? Dr. Yip! ”

After a long time, Dr. Yip was still silent, I was disturbed by the clicking sound in my head, I usually don't stay in such a quiet environment, even if I am alone in the house, I have to keep the TV on or rock music.

She didn't know what she was thinking, she was shouted twice by me, as if she had woken up, looked at me apologetically, and said, "Mr. Liu, your condition is very complicated. Based on your performance, I have temporarily analyzed it as moderate schizophrenia. ”

Schizophrenia again, I was a little impatient, but she continued, "But I don't see any other obvious characteristics of a schizophrenic person. After that, I will talk to other relevant experts, check some information, and we will meet again at a time, how about it? ”

She understood my feelings very well and reassured me: "Don't be anxious, I need to have a deeper understanding of your situation before I can come up with a targeted treatment plan." ”。

In fact, there are beautiful women who are willing to listen to what I say, and my mood is a lot better. I didn't have any hope for other treatments, but I couldn't help it, so I nodded my head in agreement.

We agreed to meet again at two o'clock this Friday afternoon, and then I said goodbye and left.

When I got home, I turned on the TV, turned up the volume, and threw myself on the bed.

The news was playing on TV, and someone committed suicide a few days ago, according to insiders, because he was ridiculed by his girlfriend for his low salary and committed suicide. I turned around, picked up the remote control and changed the channel, I looked down on the kind of person who couldn't stand the slightest pressure and wanted to die, I had been on sedatives for more than a month, isn't this still alive.

Another channel is about suicide, saying that many citizens spontaneously gathered to carry out activities to spread love, and explained one after another people who were depressed and wanted to commit suicide.

However, the city's suicide rate has not been curbed, from 2 per 10,000 a year ago to 7 per 10,000 now, ranking second in the country, and it is said that the first place is the city of Gran in the northwest, which is 1.5 per 1,000 and is known as the city of suicide.

This reminds me of a satirical report about a series of beautification projects carried out by the government on a famous suicide bridge in a neighboring country, with slogans such as "The sun will still rise tomorrow" and "Think of the good things in life" written on the railings on both sides, and there was a suicide prevention counseling phone number on the bridge, and the number of suicides exploded sixfold after a year.

I changed a few channels, either suicide reports or psychological comfort programs, and suddenly felt bored, threw away the remote control, and lay on the bed looking at the ceiling.

The sound of water droplets echoed in my ears, and I knew that it was useless to cover my ears, and it was a good idea to confuse them with loud sounds, and to administer sedatives when I wanted to sleep. In fact, I envy those who commit suicide, these days are like walking corpses, it is better to die.

Why did this happen? I looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment, the number 207 haunted me, and I had auditory hallucinations since I stayed at the hostel, and the scene of that night replayed in my mind countless times, as if it was calling me to enter the room. As long as you go in, you can solve the problem of auditory hallucinations; As long as you go in, you can solve all your doubts.

Feeling that something was wrong, I bit the tip of my tongue and reached for my bedside table, opened the first drawer, and pulled out a syringe and a bottle of potion.

I got an injection into my arm, and suddenly my mind went blank, and the silence I hadn't seen for a long time hit me, and I enjoyed it, and it seemed to be addicted.

I was wondering if I should go to bed now, when suddenly the phone rang.

When I took out my phone and looked at it, I suddenly had a surge of blood above my head, and when I answered the phone, I screamed angrily.

"Liu Dashan! Where the fuck did you go? I can't get through to you, and I'm thinking about suicide. ”

"Excuse me, are you Liu Dashan's cousin Liu Youwei?"

The voice on the phone was very unfamiliar, I felt bad, calmed down, and said to this strange man: "Yes, I am, who are you?" ”

"I'm Dashan's brother, you can call me Ali." His voice is very sincere, and he is still holding Brother Dashan's mobile phone, it seems that the relationship is indeed not ordinary.

I vaguely remember that in Lao Liuzhuang, I heard Brother Dashan say that Ah Li was a brother he knew a long time ago, he was strong, very capable of fighting, and had a lifelong friendship.

"Hello Ali, do you know where Brother Dashan has gone?" I didn't doubt him, so I asked Brother Dashan directly for news.

The man was sluggish for a moment, and replied: "I don't know, he left his phone here and disappeared, I called you according to the call log, I thought he went to you." ”

Lost your phone before you could take it away? Where the hell did he go? I thought back to the fact that Brother Dashan had probably been to 207 that night, and then remembered the picture of the pair of men and women and the cleaning aunt in my pocket, and suddenly became frightened in my heart, and hurriedly asked him: "Did Brother Dashan say anything to you before leaving?" ”

There was silence over there, as if reminiscing, and after half a minute, he replied: "It seems that I said something, and I don't understand what it means, but by the way, he also said something about you." Well......, I can't say it on the phone, you can come to me. ”

The sound of da-da sounded in my head again, and I was very worried about the safety of Brother Dashan's life, so I hurriedly agreed.

He told me the address, so I went straight to the train station, bought a ticket to Tai'an in ten minutes, and sat in the waiting hall to wait.

Looking at the bustling crowd, the noise muffled the sound in my head, I felt very comfortable, and soon the ticket check-in began, and I followed the flow of people into the train.

I sat in the car for a long time before the car started, and I set off slowly, and I secretly cursed that it was really slow, and my mood was a little irritable. There is no high-speed rail between the two cities, and the train is often delayed, saying that it is four hours to arrive, and it is normal to be half an hour late.

As the train drove out of the city, I was a little bored with the green fields outside the window, and I wanted to sleep for a while, when I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man with a shaved round inch on the opposite side of the seat, looking very impatient, playing with the curtains with his hand, and muttering to himself.

The man's eyes were sunken, fine sweat was profusing on his forehead, something was wrong, I frowned, everyone around him was asleep, and it was obvious that he was the only one who had made such a strange move.

I stared at him for a moment, and he seemed to notice my gaze, glared at me, and suddenly smashed a small iron plate containing garbage at me. I turned around and dodged, and woke up the aunt next to me, who opened her eyes and scolded me, but I ignored her, because the round man pulled the curtain off, jumped out, and ran towards the back of the car.

After a while, the sound of banging and banging spread throughout the carriage, and I stood up and looked over there, and several flight attendants rushed over, followed by a quarrel and screams, and then there was no movement.

Did they fight? What's going on with that man? I got up and walked slowly to the back of the car.

Seven or eight flight attendants gathered together, one on the ground covered his head and moaned in a low voice, the wind was blowing, and the end door at the junction of the carriage was smashed open by something, but the round-inch man was gone.

He's not going to smash the door and jump off, is he? My heart suddenly thundered, this is suicide again?

A few people who came to watch the excitement also whispered softly, and one woman even cried. Fortunately, a middle-aged man in uniform came over and closed the door against the wind, comforted the woman, and told us to go back to our seats, and we will go to the next station immediately, and they have notified the police to come up and investigate.

The middle-aged man looked like a purser, and I returned to my seat and sighed, not knowing how late it would be.

The aunt next to me asked me what happened, and I said that the person jumped out of the car just now, she was stunned for a moment, and then scolded for being really unlucky, took out the melon seeds and swallowed it.

Ten minutes later, we entered the station, and two policemen came up to question the people in our carriage.

When it was my turn, one of the tall policemen received a phone call, shook his head, and said to the other policeman who took the record: "It's hopeless, I ran out of gas not long after I was sent to the hospital, intermittent psychosis, as if I didn't take medicine before I came out." ”

Can psychosis be so severe? I was a little panicked, but I was diagnosed with moderate schizophrenia, could I be like that round inch man, I don't know when I suddenly committed suicide?

After a few casual questions to me, the two of us waited for the next stop and got off the train.

My mind was chaotic, and I didn't slow down until the train arrived at the station after dark, and I walked out of the station in silence, and saw a very handsome man waving to me, but I ignored him.

"Brother Liu? Is that you? ”

I turned around and wondered, "Are you ...... Aligo? ”

He smiled faintly, "yes, we didn't say on the phone that I would pick you up." ”

Aligo looked to be less than thirty years old, with a suit and leather shoes, and a handsome appearance. I think of Brother Dashan's gray shirt that he didn't like to change for five or six years, and Hongtashan for seven yuan, these two people don't look like brothers at all when they stand together!

He took me to an Audi, and he asked me as he drove the car: "Brother Liu, I heard that someone on the train you were on jumped out and committed suicide, were you scared?" ”

It seemed that he was well-informed, so I shook my head and said, "No, I didn't see him jump out of the car with my own eyes." ”

He smiled and stopped talking, and I asked, "What's the matter with Brother Dashan?" ”

"Don't worry, we'll talk when we get to the place." He reassured me by saying.

I was really anxious, but it wasn't bad for a while, and I sat silently on the side.

The car drove to the bottom of a hill on the outskirts of the city, and an automatic door appeared in front of it, next to a security booth. Ali honked his horn twice, and a security guard poked his head out of the pavilion to look at it, then retracted again, and then the door slowly opened. Ali drove to a villa on the mountainside, surrounded by tranquility and excellent greenery.

I smacked my tongue in my heart, what is the origin of this Ali, Brother Dashan found a local tyrant to be a friend?

The car drove into the garage, Ali opened the door of the villa and led me inside.

The decoration in the hall is very luxurious, a lot of porcelain antiques, black wooden furniture, especially the white tiger skin blanket on the sofa, with vivid stripes, and a tail behind it, as if it were real. I can't help but want to touch it, I've never touched a tiger before.

"Brother Liu, you live on the right side of the second floor tonight, do you want to go and have a look?" Ali was about to go upstairs when he turned around and asked me, and he laughed when he saw me carefully touching the tiger skin blanket.

"Brother Liu, you are really similar to Dashan, his favorite is this blanket, which he bought from the gringos at a great price."

Sure enough, it's true, my hand shook, when did Brother Dashan become so rich, and he dared to do illegal transactions, this is illegal to buy real tiger skin.

Perhaps knowing what I was thinking, Ali said: "Usually few people come here, and even if someone sees it, they say that it is a copy, and no one doubts it." ”

I was puzzled: "How can Brother Dashan have the money to buy such an expensive thing?" ”

Ah Li heard my question and was puzzled: "Didn't Brother Dashan tell you, he has made a lot of money in the past two years, and this villa is his." ”

I seemed to hear something incredible, this luxurious villa belonged to Brother Dashan, and he smoked a seven-dollar cigarette, and he went to me to carry a few bags of roadside fruit, which made me think that he was as poor as before.

"The last time I went to my hometown, I gave my parents a box of cordyceps, and my dad called me and told me that my cousin must not be doing well outside, so he went home and packed a lot of money, so that I could see him and give him more face. Who knows if it's really become a big deal. With our relationship, I didn't even tell me, but when I saw him this time, I scolded him so much that he was bloody! I thought viciously.

Ali saw my expression and explained: "Don't blame Brother Dashan, he has always been very low-key, and few people in this villa know that it is his." ”

My heart moved, is there some secret in it?

"Brother Ali, are you doing illegal business?"

Ali walked over, sat down on the sofa across from me, and nodded: "We were originally mining coal mines, but how did we know that there was gold down there." ”

I was shocked for a moment, "You mean, you steal gold mines?" ”

Seeing Ali nodding, my heart became uneasy, "Do you know that this is a crime and may go to prison?" ”

Ali said disapprerovingly: "The gold mine has already been dug up, and we are very clean, and no one can find us." It's just ......" He paused, then smiled at me: "Brother Liu, don't worry, Brother Dashan has always been very steady." ”

"Damn! Steadily, you won't lose your phone and play missing! I scolded.

Finally getting to the point, Ali Zhengse said: "Brother Liu, I heard him talk about your relationship with Dashan, this time he is missing, don't tell anyone else, no one." ”

I was a little confused, but he said it seriously, and I nodded in agreement.

"Don't worry about this, you better tell me how Brother Dashan disappeared."