"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, accidentally 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, and under the guidance of the ground aviation management command center, the aircraft was glided to the temporary take-off and landing field of Dajiang, Successful 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, who is only 28 years old and an Italian, has a visa that shows that he was a solo tourist, and the cause of his death was not caused by the impact injuries caused by the rollover of the plane, but a bullet that shattered his jaw, but the police did not find a gun 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 reported that another female passenger surnamed Lin went missing in the flight accident, and aviation accident experts predicted that the escape cabin may have been accidentally opened due to non-human factors when the plane flanks rolled, causing the passenger to be thrown out of the plane. The police also suspected that the passenger might be a murderer with a gun. At present, 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 for a miracle.

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 the eyes were opened, the person 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, as if he had suddenly lost his sight, except for broken arms, broken legs, leather bags, cloth bags, mineral water bottles, mobile phones, and 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 fixed frequency, counting from "1" to "10", then stopped for a few deep breaths, and then slowly cracked my eyes, and suddenly, like an incandescent laser of snow, it hit my eyeballs, and a strong tingling 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. When the eyes slowly adjusted, they saw that it was a high-brightness LED spotlight, a medical lamp used for surgical lighting.

I found myself sitting on a white metal platform with an arm-like iron beam across my head, with a red cross logo printed on it, and a line of words: WH Municipal Psychiatric Hospital Instruments, and a row of instruments, according to the English signs, which were responsible for accurately measuring the patient's height, weight, blood pressure, blood type, heart rate, respiratory rate, etc. At one end of the beam hung two iron-like things, which were high-voltage medical equipment cardiac shockers that forced the heart to restart. It seems that my heart once stopped beating, but thankfully I was alive again. At this point, I felt like I was feeling fine in all parts of my body except for my hungry groaning.

I jumped out of bed, my skin stretched, and I felt a heart-piercing pain, and there was a loud blue light 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 human-tall machine behind me that was smoking, and the instrument was filled with dense wires, like a telephone adapter in front of an old-fashioned operator, and at the other end of those wires were connected countless round black plasters, and the black plasters were all 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 was 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 was only strong enough to support me to walk on the ground, and when she hit me, I lost my balance 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 fled 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 put it on my body.

"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, they are rotten and they are not in shape, you are given electric shock surgery, stitches, and your clothes are removed by the nurses."

"I also have a backpack with 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 so bad that I gritted my teeth. I wore the clothes I had changed in, 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 have found my ancient paintings.

I found my bloodstained sneakers under the operating table, crouched down and put them on my feet, and fastened them. Then check the rest of the backpack: the tablet is there, but the display and base are separated; The Nikon camera is there, open the simple bag, except for some scratches on the handle, the appearance is intact, turn on the power, look at the lens, press the shutter, and a female doctor in a pink gown with a lovely appearance appears on the LCD screen. The camera is still good, not to mention, the quality of things in Little Japan is really good; The rest is the little things: chargers, USB cables, mobile phones are still there; I opened the mezzanine and checked them one by one: the editing card, the ID card, the air ticket, several 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 was fired, and it will be a fare to go back in vain. 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, for this kind of ruthless situation, I was an orphan many times. Every time I encounter such a situation, I will close the door of my heart as soon as possible. I know it's not positive enough, it's not positive enough, and it's usually not understood, 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 have experienced a plane crash and come face to face with death, their understanding of life may have grown, and they may be more open to death, at least I am like this, I feel that my nerves seem to be many times thicker than before, and my psychology has become stronger, so that I can still keep my heart beating normal when I think of Wan'er. 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 mystery solver who is most likely close to the truth is missing. 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 strangled her by the 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 unreasonable policemen suddenly appeared around me. There may be a huge secret hidden in the middle, and now, it's time to look into it like a man - find a breakthrough.

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 struggles with staying up late, 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 all kinds of events. In addition, I want to say that she is very beautiful, just like the Dongying girl in a nurse's outfit in the online gallery, a stunner who is full of strong ** power for all men, but I didn't have even the slightest urge for her, because I was 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?" As if she remembered Guo Zhenchao's annoying appearance when she asked for ancient paintings, she 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 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, I should be able to be discharged."

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, what should I do if you bleed a lot and faint when you 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 found that her voice is extremely good, how to describe it, sharp and round, sassy, very cute, just like Sister Chi Ling. In the face of such a woman, even if she blocks the way, you can'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 stomach ache, and I couldn't help but stretch out my palms on my abdomen, and bend my waist forward.

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

"Stomach pain." I retreated to the edge of the operating table as if drunk, leaning on it and taking 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 were two beds inside, and I slowly walked to the bed by the door and lay down.

She pressed the bedside pager, and after a while 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 tapes. She quickly hung up the bottle, attached the infusion tube, pinned the needle into the vein 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 came back, she had a bowl of Master Kong's beef noodles in her hand and put it 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 save lives and help the wounded." She tossed the bowl into the trash, picked up a tissue and wiped her hands, "You can 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 it's really lying in a mental hospital, so how can people sleep." I slept in a coma for 10 hours, and now I had a bowl of noodles at the bottom, and I didn't feel sleepy.

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 those of the psychiatrists we see on TV, as soft as a baby's hand, as rippling as spring water, melodious and seductive, as if no matter how bitter the pill is under her catalysis, it will turn into honey, just like she is a soul doctor.

"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 experience and the strange encounter after arriving in Panlong City, during which I still stepped out of the ancient paintings and the content related to the ancient paintings, and I had no trouble doing this kind of thing to hide my true self, as if I was born with this ability, so my story must have a lot of loopholes, but I know that as a professional psychologist, she will definitely not grasp my flaws and ask them to the end, because this practice usually makes the patient's psychology more complicated, causing confusion and aggravating the condition.

She said: "Actually, I read one of your classic suspense novels, "The Dragon Returns to the Armor", and I would like 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 should she be let die?" Wouldn't it be better not to die? ”

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

"Is there really a crystal-like 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 without being blamed.

"Actually, I'm skeptical about it."

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

"No, I suspect 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 a testament that 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 sound came to my ears, similar to that of a scanner processing graphics and text. 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 dark 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 hit here, it will cause amnesia." 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."

"Without this foreign body, matching your brain's self-healing ability according to your age, the dark spot on your right brain will slowly disappear within 3 to 4 years, and your memory will slowly recover. However, if a foreign body in the back of the head compresses the vertebral artery nerve, causing insufficient oxygen supply to the injured 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 don't speculate, I guess someone saw that your memory was slowly improving, and planted this chip in your brain." ”

"Who would do that?" I think of Tan Wenhu who died in the forest, 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. "I panicked with the blue light chips that appeared in the sky, and I had to get down to my knees and beg her.

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 bit her lip, her eyes rolled around, and she suddenly bit her cheek, as if she had made up her mind, and as if she said to herself: "I have read your work, I should trust my own judgment, you are a good person." And you are a patient, I am a doctor, and I have no reason why I should not treat you. She looked up at me and said, "When you're done with the infusion, I'll take him out for you, 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 and went back to her office.

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 Ma from Wuling Mountain Golden Town.