"I know I'm not in good health, but it's definitely not a mental illness." The middle-aged woman shook her head and waved her hand plainly.

"Do you remember the phone ringing? Situ An didn't come back, I went out and looked all over the apartment building, it was just your auditory hallucination. Xuan Wen's tone gradually became serious.

"Auditory hallucinations?" Middle-aged women aren't too sure.

"It's a very simple question, your son loves you so much, there is no reason for him to deliberately hide in the door and not see you."

"Yes, Situ An will never fail to answer my calls." The middle-aged woman was a little painful: "But ......"

"This is the record and some photos I found in Uncle Zhang's house, most of them are related to you, your condition is getting worse, and if you continue, you may never see your child again." Xuan Wen took out a large number of black and white photos, everything photographed in this home is black and white, neighbors, plants, apartments, even the sun is miserable and white.

Running all the way to the gate of the patio compound, she saw a man standing in the shadows.

When the mind is in such a state for a long time, and then receives irritating information, it will form psychological trauma, and this is only the first step to make people crazy.

The woman's mood swings became more and more violent, the sunlight in the room was a little distorted, the toys in the old box were shivering, the mirror next to the wardrobe became gloomy, even the glass of water in the woman's hand was swaying gently, and the reflection on the water surface of the water became blurry, as if she had not really existed.

When the middle-aged woman was flipping through the forged diary, Xuan Wen put her hand in her pocket and quietly dialed Situ An's mobile phone number.

Some kind of restraint seemed to be broken as she stepped out of the shadows of the apartment building, and she saw the outline of the hospital on the other side of the road, and it seemed that something very terrible was going on inside.

Outside the door, Gao Ming leaned against the wall and stood in the shadows.

Open the diary, there are records related to middle-aged women under each date, and the lines of text are shocking.

The bell slowly faded away, and finally disappeared.

The bell was around the corner of sight, Situ An's mother chased closely, the balance in her heart had tilted, ignored Situ An's warning, ran out of the house, and ran out of the corridor!

She entered the patio compound, running through the bleak white sunlight and twisted branches.

Panting for breath, the middle-aged woman looked to the other side of the road, and she walked over almost subconsciously.

The middle-aged woman shook off Xuanwen and ran towards the door, she seemed to have made up her mind to see clearly.

"Fake? Are they all fake? The middle-aged woman's spirit was shaken, and Xuan Wen continued to "go deeper" along the "crack" and began to show more things.

Coupled with the proposal that seems to be good for the other party, step by step strengthens the psychological suggestion.

He didn't wear shoes and ran barefoot to the door.

"I can understand your concern, but why are you so worried about him, why don't you want to go out to him?" Xuan Wen watched as the woman drank the water from the cup.

"Situ An told me not to leave this house no matter what."

Slowing down, the middle-aged woman stood in the living room, holding a diary and a black-and-white photo: "I didn't call, why is there a ringtone?" Is it really my auditory hallucinations? Can't you hear me? The ringing is just outside! ”

"Auntie, someone ran across the road just now." Gao Ming stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side of the road: "Just a few seconds ago." ”

When the normal world becomes abnormal, the abnormal world can assimilate the only normal.

The ringtone of the mobile phone disappeared, and the middle-aged woman did not care about the injured foot, and she walked into the shadows.

"The neighbors and children around you are fake, you live in a fake home, and you are still worried about Situ An at this time?" Xuan Wen was a little surprised.

Twenty-six-zero-five: fseven-zero-zero: four-three: six-zero-zero-zero:: seventy-five-two

Xuan Wen's voice came into her ears, and the middle-aged woman did not refute it, not so much that Xuan Wen told her, but that Xuan Wen told her inner worries.

In the past, there would be two voices arguing in the heart of a middle-aged woman, one voice wanted her to leave the house and go to Situ An; Another voice warned her not to leave. But under Xuan Wen's instigation, the balance in the middle-aged woman's heart was broken and gradually leaned to the side.

The phone ringing that always coincides is a source of mental sensitivity, and there is actually only one thing that Xuan Wen needs to do, that is, to make a middle-aged woman really think that she is sick.

Her shoulders trembled, the middle-aged woman couldn't accept the "truth", but she seemed to have to accept it, and when her inner conflict reached its peak, Situ An's mobile phone rang outside the house again.

Spreading out the diary, Xuan Wen grasped the loopholes in the woman's heart, interpreted the words one by one, and magnified the uneasiness in her heart.

The middle-aged woman is holding the handle of the water glass, and she looks very old.

"Calm down!" Xuan Wen took off the ring from her hand and ran it through her hair, allowing the woman to focus on the shaking ring.

"Is he afraid you're going to find him? Or are you worried about what you'll find when you're gone? Xuan Wen sat next to the middle-aged woman: "Maybe he is suffering from a very terrible thing now, he is afraid that you will worry, so he deliberately does not tell you, but he doesn't know that the more he is like this, the more painful you will be." ”

"I always felt like he was in trouble, he hadn't been home for a long time." Worry, worry, confusion, once these emotions take root in the heart, they become extremely difficult to get rid of, they will reach all corners, so that a person is involuntarily affected.

"Whether it's a white lie or not, we can at least be sure that Situ An is deceiving you. He may be doing something terrible that he won't let you know about in order to heal you. ”

"Situ An, Situ An!"

"Auntie, you are sober! You didn't call Situ An at all, how could his mobile phone ring? ”

The familiar bell rang in the hallway, the memory danced lightly in some kind of melody, and all kinds of words flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged woman, who raised her head in confusion and sobriety.

"I ...... I'm worried about Situ An. ”

The bell in her memory was in front of her, but she couldn't catch it.

Every step of Xuanwen is planned, and by falsely calling the whole family a huge hospital room and turning all the neighbors into part of the treatment, this is undermining the sense of security provided by the external environment and leaving the middle-aged woman to live in a stressful environment.

Standing in the shadows that the miserable white sun does not shine on, behind Situ An's mother is the patio compound that represents the family, and the four high-rise buildings guard the four directions, making her seem so small.

"It's my son who is back! I heard his phone ringing! The middle-aged woman closed the diary and wanted to go out, but was hugged by Xuan Wen from behind.

"Situ An! Is that you? Is it you home? ”

A scream sounded, and the whole world seemed to be dyed with a thin layer of blood.

"Is this where Situ An works?"

(End of chapter)