Outside the "Metropolis Express" (correspondent Jin Xing, reporter Jiang Shenjun): At 4:13 p.m. on August 12, 2014, a plane carrying 158 passengers successfully made a forced landing at the temporary take-off and landing site in Dajiang. According to the information provided by the Aviation Administration, the passenger plane belongs to Dazhong Airlines, code DZA130, 23 minutes after takeoff, unexpectedly encountered a strong thunderstorm, the aircraft was struck by lightning on the left wing and tail when crossing the high-altitude strong ion current layer, causing the left engine of the aircraft to lose power, the plane rolled sideways and fell more than 700 meters, the pilot started the standby power, pulled the aircraft to an altitude of 7000 meters, under the guidance of the ground aviation management command center, the aircraft glided to the temporary take-off and landing field of Dajiang, and successfully forced landing. There were 3 elderly people, 1 foreigner, 1 baby girl, and 1 pregnant woman on board who were found dead when the firefighters opened the cabin door, and 2 of the 5 seriously injured patients died in the district hospital last night, and the rest were out of danger.

It is reported that the foreigner is an Italian, and the visa shows that he was a solo tourist, and the cause of death was not caused by the impact during the rollover of the plane, but was broken by a bullet in the jaw, but the police have not found the firearm on the plane. At present, the police are seizing the time to find the whereabouts of the gun, reminding the general public that the gunman is likely to be hiding in the suburbs of the city, please close the doors and windows at night, do not contact strangers, and once you find a suspicious person, immediately call the police (Officer Guo 13098832927, Officer Yin, 18971546153). For those who provide accurate clues to assist the police in solving the case, the police will give a heavy reward of 100,000 yuan.

It is also learned that another lady surnamed Lin was missing in the flight accident. Expert analysis of aviation accidents: The escape pod may open unexpectedly when the aircraft flanks roll. As a result, the passenger was thrown off the plane. At the same time, police suspect that the missing passenger may be a murder suspect. Presently. The police are stepping up their efforts to search for the whereabouts of the passenger in the corresponding area of the plane's forced landing route, hoping that anyone with information will take the initiative to contact the police.

Tuesday, August 13, 2014, 2 a.m., Wuhan Psychiatric Hospital, Unit 3062.

Ahhh

Kill- Kill-

Woo-ah-hahaha-

A burst of frantic voices woke me from my slumber.

The first sentence that comes out of the brain's conditioned reflex is a question - where are my ancient paintings?

Before his eyes were opened, the man sat up suddenly, his head ached, and the moment his eyes opened, Venus danced wildly in front of him, and the background was pitch black. It's like suddenly losing my sight, except for broken arms, broken legs, leather bags, cloth bags, mineral water bottles, mobile phones, pieces of paper...... And so on a whole bunch of rapidly changing illusions, and I can't see anything.

This is an inescapable imprint on my mind from the plane crash 10 hours ago. I think that no matter how many years have passed, this feeling of death and life will still be vivid.

I closed my eyes again, tried to calm my mind, and began to count the numbers in a pendulum-like rhythm:

1

2

3

4

……

I tried to keep a regular frequency, counting from "1" to "10", and then stopped to take a few deep breaths. Then I slowly cracked a slit in my eye, and suddenly, like an incandescent light laser of snow, shot into my eyeballs, and a strong stinging sensation penetrated into my heart and lungs. I hurriedly raised a hand to cover my eyes.

I heard a thud in my ears.

The back of the hand touched a hot hard object.

I hurriedly moved a few feet back.

Wait for your eyes to get used to it. I realized that it was a high-brightness LED spotlight, a medical lamp for surgical lighting.

I found myself sitting on a white metal platform with an iron beam like a boom across my head. It was printed with a red cross logo and a line of words: Dajiang City Psychiatric Hospital. There is also a row of meters: according to the English logo, it can be seen that they are responsible for accurately measuring the patient's height, weight, blood pressure, blood type, heart rate, respiratory rate, etc.

At one end of the iron beam hung two iron-like things. It was a high-voltage medical device cardiac shocker that forced the heart to restart. It seems that my heart has stopped beating, but thankfully I was revived again.

I felt like I was growling with hunger. The rest of the body feels fine. I jumped out of bed, my skin stretched, a heart-piercing pain arose, and a dazzling blue light flashed behind me, and the smell of burnt wires rushed into my nose.

A rapid, shrill electric bell rang out at the door, drowning out the howling of ghosts and wolves.

I reverted back to the metal table, and when I looked back, I saw a one-man tall instrument behind me that was smoking and filled with dense wires, like a telephone transfer desk in front of an old-fashioned operator, and at the other end of those wires were connected countless round black plasters, all of which were glued to my skin, as if I were a robot powered by electricity.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain of my skin being pulled up, reached out to unplug the wires from my body, and headed outside. Just then, the door slammed open, and a woman in a short skirt rushed in in a panic. I didn't have time to dodge and was hit by her. I had enough strength to keep my balance, and when I was hit by her, I lost my center of gravity and fell to the ground.

She exclaimed, quickly reached out to pull me, and suddenly screamed again and covered her eyes with her hands.

I found myself naked, and I scrambled for my life and hid in the shadows behind the metal platform.

"Are you awake?" She clutched her chest with her hands, looking terrified.

"Excuse me, where am I?" Thinking of my ugliness, I get goosebumps on my body.

She buried her head and turned to the back of the door, and with a wave of her hand, threw a mass onto the metal platform. "Put this on first."

It was a pink knee-length medical gown, and I panicked, but I had to use it to block my shame for the time being.

"Thank goodness it's good to wake up." The woman's hands were clasped together in front of her chest and swayed, as if thanking God for blessing her.

I still sat in the shadows, afraid to stand up.

"Are you dressed?"

"Ahhh......h All right. What about my clothes? ”

"Your clothes are covered in blood. It's so rotten that it's not going to look like it, I'm going to give you an electric shock. There were more stitches, and the clothes were cleared by the nurse. ”

"I also have a backpack. There are clothes in it. ”

"Oh, by the way, I'll get it for you, don't move." She turned to go out and came back a moment later, putting her backpack on the platform.

I unzipped it and flipped through it, but I didn't see the old painting, and I felt unlucky. I gritted my teeth in discomfort. I wore the change of clothes on me, a black short-sleeved shirt and a pair of gray-blue jeans. Whenever I go on a business trip, I wear it with such fabrics and colors, which are not easy to get dirty, and I can't see it without water for a week. Now, this dress will help me a lot, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to get out of this little operating room, and how would I go to find my ancient paintings.

I found my bloodstained sneakers under the operating table and squatted down to put them on my feet. Tie your shoes. Then check the rest of the backpack: the tablet is there, but the display and base are separated; The Nikon camera is here, and when I open the camera bag, there are some scratches on the handle, except for the grip. The appearance is intact, turn on the power and look at the lens. Pressing the shutter, a female doctor in a pink gown with a lovely appearance appeared on the LCD screen. - The camera is still good. Not to mention. The quality of things in Little Japan is really good; The rest are the little things: chargers, USB cables. The phones are still there; I opened the mezzanine and checked them one by one: the editing card, the ID card, the air ticket, a few invoices for reimbursement, the salary card - this is the most valuable thing I have now, there are more than 7,000 yuan in it, and there is also a meal card for the canteen of the Ancient Painting Publishing House, but this is not much meaning, I already know that I have been fired, and it will be a waste of money to go back. Wait until tomorrow to call the hypocritical editor-in-chief Li, upload the photos I took of the cultural relics of Panlong City to his e-mail, and ask him to settle my salary and call my card, and my relationship with the publishing house will be cleared.

When I thought about these things, my heart was sour, and I wanted to cry, but I didn't cry, I didn't care, and I had to accept this unforgiving situation because I was an orphan. The best way for me to do this is to close the door of my heart. I know it's not positive enough, it's not positive enough, but that's the only way I can make sure I don't get hurt. But if someone treats me well, I will definitely repay it with a double heart. I don't know if it's an orphan mentality. Just like Wan'er who once saved me, although she disappears from time to time like a ghost, I am afraid of her, but when she is in danger and is rounded up by the police, I will try my best to let her escape.

When people experience a plane crash and face to face with death, their understanding of life will change, and they may be more open to death, at least I am like this. I felt that my nerves seemed to be many times thicker than before, and my mind became stronger, so that I could still keep my heart beating normally when I remembered Wan'er.

Think about it, what are you afraid of after you have died?

Recalling that when Lin Xiaowan handed me a paper ID card on the plane, I was frightened, which is really ridiculous. - Obviously, Lin Xiaowan is trying to tell me that she is Wan'er, she is not a ghost, she is a big living person.

If I had pierced the window paper and proved that she and Wan'er were the same person, then she would have been able to tell me the secret of that ancient painting and solve the mystery of my origins.

Well, now the puzzle solver most likely to get closer to the truth has mysteriously disappeared. I stumbled upon her, but I inadvertently lost her.

Also, how could Xiao Wan have a gun?

Whose strong arm the hell does it belong to?

Why did you strangle Xiaowan's neck and put her to death?

I think it should not be an accident that these people: Xiao Wan, the man with thick arms, the dead deputy minister of security Tan Wenhu, and the two arrogant and unreasonable policemen suddenly appeared around me. There may be a secret hidden in the middle. Now, it's time for me to look it up like a gentleman.

My mind started to return to normal. I stepped out of the shadows with my backpack. "My surname is Fan, and I am the deputy chief physician here. You've got your stuff, right? The female physician asked.

I began to notice that she was wearing a pink gown above the knee and a pair of flat-soled rubber shoes of the same color on her feet. She stood with her hands down, the corners of her mouth upturned, smiling awkwardly, her black eyes showing a little tiredness from staying up late. It can be seen that her physical strength is struggling, but her enthusiasm for work keeps her body in a posture that can run at any time. This is a woman who loves her work from the bottom of her heart and is curious about various events. In addition, it is necessary to say: She is very beautiful, just like a girl in a nurse's outfit in the online gallery. It's a stunner who is full of strong attraction to all men, but I didn't feel even the slightest urge for her. Because I'm so hungry.

"Have you ever seen a bamboo tube in your bag?" I asked her politely.

"Yes...... What it is, I didn't hear clearly. She tilted her ear slightly to me.

I remembered that she was Fan Xuanxuan, the daughter of Dean Fan, and the conversation she had with Guo Zhenchao around my backpack in the 120 ambulance. "A bamboo tube with a painting scroll." I say.

"Oh, it's just an ancient painting, isn't it?" She seemed to remember Guo Zhenchao's annoying look when he asked her for ancient paintings, and screwed a pair of thrushes together. "Why, is it important? Two police officers were also looking for miles. ”

"Haven't you seen that?"

"No, I don't. I also took it from someone else. ”

Although I just wanted to confirm what I heard with my ears 10 hours ago, when Dr. Fan really said that he had not seen the ancient paintings, I was still very disappointed.

"Thank you!" I said, and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" She asked curiously.

"Panlong City Ruins Museum." I say. I don't want to delay for a moment. I just want to find Lin Xiaowan immediately and find the whereabouts of the ancient painting.

She was a little anxious, "You can't go." Stretching out his slender arm to block my way, "You're leaving, I won't be able to do it." ”

I thought she was worried about my condition. "I'm fine."

She pursed her well-defined lips, her cheekbones flushed a little, "Those two cops want you to stay here." Then her eyes suddenly widened a little, as if she remembered something, "Now there is no car in Panlong City." Besides, you've bled a lot. What should I do if I faint when I go out? ”

"Are you in a municipal psychiatric hospital?" I pronounced the name of the mental hospital out of my mouth, and I felt awkward. It's strange how I became a patient in a mental hospital in the blink of an eye.

"Yes." Her lips flapped lightly like butterfly wings. I suddenly noticed that her voice was extremely good, how to describe it. Sharp and round, sassy, very cute. Just like Sister Chi Ling. In the face of such a woman, she blocked the way. You don't get angry.

"Isn't it in the city?"

"What kind of urban area, it's more than 20 kilometers away from the city."

I suddenly felt a throbbing stomach. I couldn't help but stretch out my palm and put it on my abdomen, and my waist bent forward.

She grabbed my hand and said, "What? Lie down on the operating table. ”

"Stomach pain." I drunkenly retreated to the edge of the operating table and leaned against it to take a deep breath.

"No," she said, remembering that I no longer needed emergency surgery, "we can't stay in the operating room anymore and should go to the ward." Come, I'll hold you, right next to you, not a few steps away. ”

She helped me to an empty hospital room next door. There was a bed inside, and I slowly walked in and lay down on the bed.

She pressed the bedside pager, and a sleepy-eyed nurse came in.

She said a few words to the nurse, and the nurse walked out and back quickly, holding an iron plate in her hand, which contained two bottles of liquid, disposable infusion tubes, needles, and adhesive tape.

She quickly hung up the bottle, attached the IV tube, accurately inserted the needle into the blood vessel in my wrist, taped it in place, and said, "You should eat something." Now that there is no one in the cafeteria, I still have two packets of instant noodles for you to eat. ”

She followed the nurse and left one after the other, and when she returned, she had a bowl of Master Kong's beef noodles in her hand. She placed the noodles on the bedside table. "You can't get an injection on an empty stomach, you have to eat something."

"How long will it take to finish this injection, and can I eat it now?" I was really hungry.

"It's okay, I can feed you." She shook the head of the bed up and made me half-lie and half-sit, feeding me bite by bite.

A bowl of noodles that was still a little hot was eaten by me and snorted all in my stomach, and even the soup was drunk, and I still didn't finish it. That's when I remembered to say thank you. "Dr. Fan, I'm so sorry, thank you!"

"You're welcome, it's a doctor's duty to take care of patients." She tossed the disposable bowl into the trash, picked up a tissue to wipe her hands, "You rest." There are still a few hours before dawn. ”

"Where can I sleep?" I sighed.

"I have to sleep when it's a big thing. If you don't sleep, you'll collapse. ”

"Being framed is a psychopath, and he's really lying in a mental hospital. How can people sleep? "I slept in a coma for 10 hours, and then I had another bowl of noodles at the bottom. No sleepiness.

She was about to get up and leave, but after listening to my words, she sat down in the chair at the head of the bed. "I'm a neurologist, and I think it's strange that you don't look like a psychopath." Her tone and speed of speech are like the psychiatrists we see on TV, as soft as a baby's hand, as rippling as spring water, melodious and seductive. It was as if the bitter pill would turn into honey under her catalysis, just like she was a soul physician.

"Why did they frame you?"

"Maybe my arrival has caused them problems." I didn't say they coveted my old paintings.

"Oh?! Are you a troublemaker? She patiently induced me to speak out the pain that was buried in my heart.

I understand that this is a routine of psychologists to open the hearts of psychopaths, but I am not disgusted, perhaps because I have a longing to find someone to talk to. I told her about my life and the strange encounter after arriving in Panlong City, during which I still stepped into the ancient paintings and the content associated with them, and I had no trouble doing this kind of thing to hide my true self, as if I was born with this ability, so I couldn't find any loopholes in my story. From her point of view, as a professional psychologist. She wouldn't take advantage of my loopholes and ask me to the end, because this usually makes the patient's psychology more complicated, causing confusion and aggravating the condition.

She said, "Actually. I've read one of your classic mystery novels, The Return of the Dragon, and I'd love to hear some interesting things about your writing. Can you tell me what year it was written? ”

I searched my head but couldn't find an answer. "I don't know." I say.

"If you write too much, you may not remember." She spoke in a very relaxed and free way. "But the hostess is so beautiful, why let her die? Wouldn't it be better not to die? ”

"This should be the inevitable development of the plot."

"Is there really a crystal secret room at the bottom of Panlong Lake?"

"It is said that there is."

"Oh!? In other words, I'm not sure yet. Her tone makes you feel like you can do whatever you want. will not be blamed.

"Actually, I'm skeptical about it."

"You doubt that the secret room doesn't exist, do you?"

"Nope. I suspect that I didn't write this book at all. "I know it's the exact opposite of what I knew, but I said it anyway. This woman activated my courage to find the truth in an incredibly gentle way. I said, "The characters and storyline of this book were all told to me by Shen's mother from the orphanage. ”

Her eyes widened, her red lips with tiny fluff closed, and she didn't know how to answer me, as if this was beyond the comprehension of a psychiatrist.

"She told me my name, date of birth, and the name of the school I graduated from. Every time I asked her who my real parents were, she said I picked them up on the side of the road, and that there was only a dilapidated old painting on me. "I finally mentioned the painting that made me anxious." But the painting only had a portrait of an ancient woman, and there was not even a word about it, and it was impossible to find the whereabouts of the parents from it. ”

"Did you mean the lost painting?"

"Hmm."

"That's so precious, after all, it's the credentials your parents left you." She didn't know that the painting was worth a lot of money, but from the perspective of family affection alone.

"yes." I say.

"Do you remember what happened before you started working?"

"Not at all impressed." I pointed to my head. "Mother Shen has long said that I am a wooden fish head."

She pondered for a while and said, "I judge that you may have staged amnesia. I'll take the instrument and check it out for you. With that, she walked out the door and came back with a ring-shaped electronic device in her hand. She put the device on my head, turned it on, and immediately a slight sizzling sound came to my ears, similar to that of a scanner. A few seconds later, a pillar of light shot from the device above my forehead, and a medical image of the brain immediately appeared on the white wall opposite. She pointed the laser pointer in her hand at the black spot on the right side of her brain, "You see, the brain tissue here governs the body's memory of the past, including emotions, events, people, etc., if it is violently impacted here, causing damage, it will make people lose their memory." Let's turn to the back of our heads—"

The device whirled, and I felt a little hot in the back of my head.

"Whew-" she said in surprise "What is this?" ”

I saw on the wall a small square with a faint blue glow in the back of my head, just like the computer chips we saw. She turned behind me and ran her finger to the middle of the back of my head, "Have you ever been injured before?" ”

I remembered that the night before, on the third floor of the security department of the Panlong City Museum, I was swept in the back of the head by that black shadow with a stick. "I was beaten up here." I say.

"Without this foreign body, depending on your age, the dark spot on your right brain will slowly disappear within 3 to 4 years, and your memory will slowly return. However, if a foreign body in the back of the head compresses the vertebral artery nerve, making it impossible for the blood to supply enough oxygen to the damaged neurons, the dark spots will become more and more numerous, and your memory may be lost forever, which means that in this case, you will forever forget your past self, including all the events you have experienced and the people you have ever known. She paused for a few seconds and added, "If I'm not mistaken, someone saw that your memory was slowly improving, and planted this chip in your brain." ”

"Who would do that?" I think of the dead Tan Wenhu, and I don't know what kind of hatred he has with me.

"Have you been having nightmares a lot during this time?" She said.

I was completely stunned by the Blu-ray chip that I had only seen in science fiction movies, and answered all her questions truthfully: "Yes, I often see ghosts." ”

"This means that the chip has pressed on the optic nerve connected to the carotid artery, causing you to hallucinate."

I thought of the ghostly Wan'er, and asked with trepidation, "Then what now?" ”

She looked at me with burning eyes and said, "Tell me the truth, and I'll take it out for you." ”

How do I know the truth, if I had known the truth, I wouldn't have what happened today. "God, I really don't know what's going on. You can help me get it out. "The weird chips that appeared in the sky made me panic.

The young doctor listened to my words, and his heart was unbearable, but his heart was very entangled. "If you're a criminal, I won't let you go." She was afraid of getting into trouble with a stranger like me.

"Please believe me, I am a victim. My old paintings were stolen. "I felt my tear ducts bulge, but my tears didn't fall, and I still wanted to maintain a little bit of a man's dignity in front of this woman. I don't think there's a reason why she has to help me, but if she picks up the phone and calls the police, I'll have to run the door right away.

She said to herself, "It seems that his memory really hasn't been restored yet." "It was a small voice, but I heard it anyway.

She bit her lip, rolled her eyes, and suddenly bit her cheek and said, "You are a patient, I am a doctor, there is no reason not to treat you." When you're done with the infusion, I'll help you take him out, and it shouldn't be too much trouble. You first lie quietly and recuperate. I'll go get ready. ”

God forbid her for agreeing to help me, she's such a good doctor.

Dr. Fan walked out of the room. I intuitively believed that she wouldn't sneak the phone to the police station. I lay helplessly at the head of the bed, my newly raised courage crushed by this little chip.

Who is Tan Wenhu and why did he use such cruel methods to deal with me?

I suddenly realized that there was a completely strange self lurking in my incomparably familiar body.

In other words, I don't know me as I am, so who am I?

I think that in addition to the missing Lin Xiaowan, there is another person who must know the truth.

That person was Shen's mother from the orphanage in Golden Town, Wuling Mountain. (To be continued......)