"Let me remind you that the roommate you mentioned, his name is Luo Fen, and I am looking for him."

Luo Fen? Hear the name. I felt a little familiar, this was stimulated by one word, some of my brain cells were active again, and the appearance of my roommate appeared in my mind, and slowly, the word "Zhou Gong" that was originally printed on his body was blurred, but the word "Luo Fen" was clear.

That's right, his name is indeed Luo Fen!

Ren confirmed my memory of him, and I confirmed with the police whether Luo Fen was repeating to my middle class because Ren had failed too many games and did not graduate normally. Regurgitation of blood.

"Huh. You remember these things clearly. He answered me. This also proves that in addition to recognizing myself as Wang Ze and Luo Fen as Zhou Gong, Leng his memory is completely normal.

Ten minutes later, I was taken to the hospital ambulance, and it was still the same policeman who was ringing. Because Ren has always cooperated with him very much, and he has not shown any resistance, he has not made it difficult for me. On the way to the hospital, they chatted with me.

From the conversation, I learned that Officer Yang's full name is Yang Hao, and he is the deputy director of the campus police station of my middle school, and the young policeman is called Liu Jin, who only graduated from the police academy last year and was admitted here to become a police officer. Of course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to let him dispel his suspicions about me so quickly, and he told me all this, just to let me relax. In this way, the test results can be accurate. Leng Shi I want the results to be accurate more than him, if it is really checked by the doctor as mentally ill, it is to jump into the Yellow River and can't wash it.

When I arrived at the hospital, he took me upstairs to an examination room, and there was an old man in his sixties sitting in the room, looking at me with a smile. Originally, Yang Hao and the others were going to stay in the room, but the old man let him out, saying that his presence would affect my abnormal state, Yang Hao was a little unusual, and took the handcuffs to prepare to handcuff me to the chair, the old man glared at him, and said that this is still a fart, Yang Hao's face turned red as soon as he brushed the ground, and I wanted to laugh. Busy with his statement to let him go, I won't try to escape.

After Yang Hao and the others went out, the old man began to ask me some questions, which related to my social relationships, growth resume, etc., which were normal, so I answered them easily. The old man didn't ask me what my name was, which made me secretly wonder when I was secretly happy.

The conversation lasted for more than an hour, and Yang Hao couldn't help but knock on the door a few times for fear of something happening, but he was scolded back by the old man. After the conversation, the old man took me out of the room, and Yang Hao hurriedly asked what the result was. The old man said there was nothing wrong with me, my brain was normal.

Yang Hao listened, a little unwilling, the old man did an MRI test for my brain, the old man gave him a blank look, saying that he would not diagnose the wrong one, but he asked the old man to make a bill with a dead face, and said that this involved a very big case, and it had to be clarified, otherwise no one would be responsible if something happened.

The old man snorted heavily in his nose and turned back to the consultation room. After a while, he came out and took out a list for Yang Hao and said, "There are many people in line, your inspection is at ten o'clock in the evening, go and wait by yourself!" With that, he closed the door.

I waited until half past ten in the evening before it was my turn. When I entered the testing room, the doctor asked me to lie on the platform, my whole body relaxed, my eyes closed naturally, I felt my body slowly being sent into the testing equipment, the doctor's words came again, he told me that the test should last for half an hour, if I feel sleepy, don't bear it, I can sleep.

The doctor's words were like sleeping pills, and when he said that, I really felt a little sleepy. Because Ren's eyes were closed, I couldn't see the outside world, I could only feel that it was slowly darkening, and when my body was completely inside the instrument, it was pitch black in front of me.

After a while, there was a faint redness in front of my eyes, it was not red, it was dark red, it should be between black and red, at that time I thought it was the infrared light emitted by the instrument or something, and I didn't care. After a while, I saw a trace of red filamentous object appear in the darkness, and it seemed to weave a huge net from far and near.

The bottom of the net is connected to the ground, but it seems to have no boundaries when you look up. I tried to keep it for a while, and found that I had my feet all in my hands and had no air left. The net floated in front of me, and the smell of blood came to my nose, it turned out to be a bloody web, and it was still dripping with dark red blood.

The blood web didn't stop, it continued to float forward, and it stuck directly to my face, and I felt a warm liquid flowing on my face, sticky. Slowly, my whole face was covered in the blood, and even some blood ran down my cheeks to the corners of my mouth, and even though I closed my lips, it still seeped in, and my mouth was suddenly filled with salty taste.

There was more and more blood, and when I got to the back, my whole body was wrapped in this blood net, but the warm feeling disappeared, and my face became cold. I wondered if the blood was cold and it should have coagulated, however, the feeling of fluid on my face had not gone away.

I wanted to know what was going on, so I tried again and put my foot still out of breath. At this time, I vaguely remembered that I seemed to be being tested by the hospital's instruments, so I should be dreaming now.

Thinking about it this way, I knew that it was a dream, as long as I wanted to wake up, I would definitely be able to, I concentrated, tried to open my eyes, and after some effort, I finally succeeded. The moment I opened my eyes, the previous qiē was gone, and it was still dark all around, and I still remained in a flat position, and I breathed a long sigh of relief—it was indeed a dream.

At this time, a drop of cool liquid fell on my face, followed by a second drop, a third drop...... As more and more fluid dripped onto my face, I smelled a smell of blood, yes, the same smell of blood as in my dreams.

I couldn't believe it, and I shook my head desperately, telling myself that this was just a hallucination caused by the nightmare just now, but when the salty taste entered my mouth, I finally couldn't help but cry out in horror: "Let me out!" What a rotten instrument this is! ”

As I shouted, my whole body twisted, and with this twist, I found that my feet were left, and I sat up with my hands on my side. When I sat up, there was no more liquid dripping, only the liquid that had been dripping on my face was running down my cheeks. I felt itchy, it was very uncomfortable, and I had to stretch out the handle and wipe it.

It was pitch black and quiet, and my eyes and ears couldn't function, so I just felt around to figure out what I was in. The left and right sides were empty, and I slowly stretched forward with my right handlebar, and I came across something twenty centimeters in front of me, and I immediately took it back.

After the right handle was retracted, nothing unusual happened, and after a while, I calmed down and stretched the left and right sides forward together, and this time, when I touched the thing with the sound of the handle, it was slippery and seemed to be round......

I was nervous and scared, but the direction of Leng was empty, and there was only such a clue in front of me, so I could only dare to grope for it. When the outline of this thing was smooth and clear in my strangeness, my handlebars were already shaking, this, this was a blood-stained human head, and as the thought came to me, I finally retracted in fright, gasping for air.

After a while of fumbling just now, I also found one thing, the underside of the person's head was empty, and there was something attached to it. I can't help but guess that the man's head was upside down, that is, now on the ceiling above my head, there was a man hanging with his legs tied and his head down......

Thinking about it, I felt that my foreign dirt was about to be unbearable, but at this time, my face once again felt the feeling of viscous liquid flowing. I stretched out the handle and touched it, and sure enough, it was blood, and it turned out that in my stunned effort, blood began to drip down again.

At this time, I suddenly realized that when I was lying down just now, there was blood dripping, and when I sat up, the feeling disappeared, and now I am still sitting, but blood is dripping from my head again, which means that there is nothing left in that drop of blood. I remembered that when I touched the head of the man in front of me with the handle, he was covered in sticky blood, and it seemed that he had moved over my head, and the blood on my face was dripping from his head. That is, he is directly above me right now...... R832