There was a lamp left at the head of the bed in the room, and the dim yellow light fell on the woman's side face, and her skin was white and porcelain.

It's just a slightly folded brow, drenched in a thin layer of sweat, adding to the melancholy.

In the dream, the moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a strong smell of blood.

It was all blood, seeping through the cracks of the wooden floor, flowing down the doorway, and staining the girl's shoes.

It was already dusk, the faint daylight was shining in the room, she looked up, and on the sofa facing her, there was a woman in a white nightdress, covered in blood, her face was so bloody that she couldn't make out her face, she sat quietly, with her back to the light, her eyes were dark, as if there were no eyeballs in them......

The blood came from her wrist, the slender wrist was cut by the knife, and the bone and flesh were visible, and the blood continued to gush out.

The girl walked over slowly

She's dead.

There were really no eyeballs in the woman's eyes, her throat was cut by a sharp weapon and nearly separated, the red liquid flowed more and more, and the whole white nightdress was infected with red.

The picture in front of me instantly changed to black and white, and one frame at a time pushed forward, and everything in front of me suddenly approached, especially the woman, who came to her little by little.

The woman's crimson smiling face, with blood dripping from her empty eyes, was directed at her.

Thriller, horror, forming a dark and frightening gray feeling, stimulating nerves.

In an instant, her back was cold, and she staggered backwards, her elbows touching the cold wall.

......

Perch, perch. A voice called to her in her ear.

Rong Qi opened his eyes suddenly, panting slightly, his chest rising and falling.

Chi Yan turned on all the lights and hugged her, "What's wrong?" Wen Sheng soothed.

Chi Yan. Her back was covered with dense sweat, her fingers were cold, and the great sense of terror was like an invisible rein tightening her heart until it beats.

It's something I've never felt before.

The dream was too real to ignore.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with you, don't scare me." Chi Yan panicked, and his voice was trembling.

He seemed to see Rong Qi eight years ago, the 17-year-old Rong Qi who had no waves in his eyes and screamed at the sight of red and blood.

——

Jiangzhou Psychiatric Hospital.

In an unobstructed white, young attending psychiatrist, dressed in snow-white medical robes, with students' papers on the table, he carefully read them one by one.

The mobile phone on the side rang, and when I saw the caller ID person, I was silent for a moment and answered quickly.

"Fourth Master."

"Lin Xingzhi, you'd better make sure that after this time, she won't think about it again in the future." Chi Yan hid on the balcony outside, his voice cold and cold.

The man who was called straightened his clothes and sat up straight, his face serious, and he looked at it with concern, "She remembered?" ”

"You're ready, start tomorrow."

The phone was hung up, and the answer was also given.

Chi Yan turned around and stood in the room for a while, waiting for all the cold on his body to dissipate before he dared to hug Rong Qi, who was sleeping on the bed.

He hugged her tightly, pecked her face, her lips, and his voice was deep: "You have to be good, it's okay if you can't remember me." ”

"Rongqi, you have to ...... well"

"It's okay, I love you."

On this snowy night, there seemed to be a god weeping, chanting the woman's name over and over again, dissolving into the snow, and no one knew it.

Love poured like a tide, unable to retreat, so that the person in its trap almost drowned.