The security guard pulled Han Fei out of the puppet jacket and tied him to the stretcher with a restraint belt. Finally, several people worked together to carry him to the ambulance.
During the entire process, the half-white-haired man did not step forward to stop him. He seemed to be a very rational person and knew that the only way to solve the problem was to send Han Fei to the hospital as soon as possible.
So he just stood around Han Fei like the other onlookers...
The ambulance door was closed by the doctor, and Han Fei finally no longer had to endure the strange looks, and he slowly calmed down.
The doctor in a white coat began to bandage his arm. When everyone saw the dense wounds on Han Fei's arm, they were also frightened.
"Doctor Han, your son's condition is serious again. With so many wounds, it will take a long time to dig." A doctor in the ambulance knew the man with half-white hair. He treated Han Fei's wounds very carefully to prevent
The wound is infected.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." The man known as Dr. Han muttered to himself, as if Han Fei had some hidden reasons for becoming like this.
The ambulance quickly drove to a hospital very close to the paradise, and Han Fei was sent to the fourth floor of the hospital.
"Dr. Fu, the patient who was discharged yesterday fell ill again. He escaped from home alone and ran into the paradise after dawn." The doctor in the ambulance briefly told Dr. Fu about Han Fei's situation.
As Han Fei's previous attending physician, he knew Han Fei's condition very well: "Did he hurt anyone this time?"
"He scratched his arm, and I have already treated the wound."
"is it serious?"
"They were all dug out by themselves. There were a lot of them, but the wounds were not deep. It was like they were deliberately experiencing pain." The doctor pointed at Han Fei's arm and said.
"Are you experiencing masochistic tendencies? Is it caused by severe hallucinations? Or are there other reasons?" Dr. Fu frowned and thought. He had never met such a difficult patient.
After pondering for a moment, Dr. Fu looked up at the man with half-white hair: "Dr. Han, what has your son done before? Are you hiding something from us?"
Dr. Han shook his head: "I have told you everything."
"Are you sure?" Dr. Fu held his chin with both hands and stared at Han Fei's father: "Only strong stimulation or physical shock can cause the patient's amnesia and brain dysfunction..."
"Do you suspect that I am deliberately concealing my illness? If I can save my child, I am willing to give everything!" Dr. Han said decisively.
"I don't have any intention of doubting you." Dr. Fu spread his hands and said, "Let's not talk about this anymore. There are more and more unknown corpses in the city recently. You forensic doctors should be quite busy too, so I won't waste your precious time.
Already."
"I'll wait until Han Fei's mother comes over before I leave." Dr. Han is very cold and has a weird temper.
Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman who sent Han Fei home appeared. She accompanied Han Fei to receive treatment from Dr. Fu. Han Fei's father, Dr. Han, left early.
The treatment lasted until one o'clock in the afternoon, but Han Fei still didn't recall anything. He didn't even know his parents' names. Seeing them was like meeting them for the first time.
"You must insist on taking the medicine. Although his behavior is still very different from normal people, he has learned to exercise self-restraint. At least this time he did not hurt innocent people. This is already a very good progress." Dr. Fu
I have said a lot to middle-aged women, but it can be summed up in one sentence - the medicine must not be stopped.
Seeing that her child's condition had improved, the middle-aged woman thanked Dr. Fu repeatedly. She followed Dr. Fu into the depths of the hospital, as if to get new medicine.
Han Fei was sitting alone on the hospital bed. He found that whenever he entered the hospital, he would feel extremely uneasy.
This place was obviously a place to save lives and heal the wounded, but it gave him the feeling of murder every step of the way.
Always alert, Han Fei seemed to be in a daze, but in fact he was observing everyone who walked by him.
Whether they are doctors, nurses or caregivers, they all look at him more when they pass by.
Everyone's looks made Han Fei feel particularly uncomfortable. They were looks that looked at aliens. It could even be further said that they were looks that looked like a human being seeing something harmful.
Fidgeting, Han Fei clasped his hands together and forced himself not to be afraid and to think hard.
"The middle-aged man with black and white hair claims to be my father. He is a forensic doctor, but he seems to be hiding something from my attending doctor." Han Fei's eyebrows knitted together. He didn't know that in this world
Who is the person who will really help him? As an amnesiac, he always feels that everyone in the world wants to kill him. Everyone seems to be playing a game with a tacit understanding. All Han Fei needs to do is not to be killed.
If he lives to the end, all others have to do is kill him with their own hands.
Because he exerted too much force, his arm started to bleed again. The physical pain was nothing to Han Fei.
"I seem to be used to pain, but judging from the scripts and books in my bedroom, I should be a screenwriter or actor. Have I always had the habit of hurting myself?"
"Han Fei, I'm home." The middle-aged woman's voice came from the other side of the corridor. She was holding a bag of medicine in her hand.
Seeing those medicine bottles, Han Fei had the urge to escape again. In his eyes, those medicines were all poison and he would die if he took them.
"This medicine will have some side effects and is very irritating to the body. Try to take it immediately after meals. You can also increase the dosage of other medicines." Doctor Fu wrote a list and handed it to the middle-aged woman, and then he looked at Han.
Fei: "I do feel that he has recovered a lot, which shows that the treatment is effective."
Dr. Fu just said something casually, but Han Fei felt that there was a deeper meaning behind this sentence. Dr. Fu's treatment may not be to cure himself, and Dr. Han's concealment was not necessarily for his own benefit.
Han Fei, who has lost his memory, will not trust these people. The choices before him are only bad, very bad and worse.
The middle-aged woman was obviously much happier after hearing what Dr. Fu said, and she took Han Fei out of the hospital.
Similar to the scene on the first day, the woman led Han Fei back home. She asked Han Fei to sit on the sofa and rest while she ran into the kitchen to cook.
The middle-aged woman took great care of Han Fei, which could be said to be meticulous. This kind of care was completely unfamiliar to Han Fei. There had never been such a character in his memory.
"Is she really my mother?" Han Fei had a very weak impression of his parents. He tried to recall, but there was only a blank in his mind.
"What is written on the half page of the script that was torn out? If my mother is not my mother, after my mother sees the script, she will definitely destroy the entire story and will never tear off only the most critical part...
"Putting his hands together, Han Fei had a guess in his mind: "Did I tear it off myself? Did I hide the most important part somewhere?"
In fact, Han Fei was very resistant to going home. As soon as he entered the house, he thought of all the things he encountered last night.
He knew that this place was very dangerous, but he had to come back because there were traces of his life here, and he had to personally retrieve the lost memories.
Soon the middle-aged woman prepared the meal and brought two plates of vegetarian dishes to the table.
"Is it vegetarian again?" Han Fei looked at the same meal as yesterday. This home seemed like a horrible cycle, and he had to find a way to escape.
"These are your favorite foods." The middle-aged woman looked at Han Fei distressedly: "If you want to change the taste, I can make it for you tomorrow."
"My favorite vegetarian food?" Han Fei picked up a bite of vegetables and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged woman's fried vegetables were delicious, but Han Fei still felt that she was lying.
Compared with vegetarian dishes, he probably prefers meat, meat that can be swallowed and chewed. This is his instinctive reaction.
After seeing Han Fei finish his meal, the woman put away the dishes and entered the kitchen.
Han Fei, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately got up. In order to prevent the middle-aged woman from discovering him, he ran back to his bedroom and closed the door.
After picking up the trash can, Han Fei found a bag to put it over, and began to force himself to vomit, trying his best to spit out everything he had just eaten.
Dr. Fu told the middle-aged woman that the most irritating medicine should be taken immediately after a meal. However, the middle-aged woman watched Han Fei finish his meal and did not mention taking the medicine at all. The medicine might have been mixed in.
In the middle of the meal.
Besides, the middle-aged woman went straight to the kitchen after opening the door and entering the house. She entered the house with medicine, but when she came out of the kitchen, the medicine was gone.
"I felt very sleepy after eating last time. I slept until night. When I woke up, the whole house was full of ghosts. There was a high possibility that there was something wrong with the food."
After sealing the mouth of the bag, Han Fei hid it in the deepest part of the closet, and then quickly restored everything.
Calculating the last time he fell asleep in his mind, Han Fei lay silently on the bed and pretended to sleep.
About twenty minutes later, the bedroom door was opened directly. The middle-aged woman took off her apron, covered Han Fei with a quilt, and sat next to Han Fei for a long time.
"We don't know whether this is right or not, but some mistakes can never be stopped once they are started. Maybe you will become like this, which is God's punishment for us."
In addition to kindness, there is also deep pain and self-blame in the eyes of the middle-aged woman.
"You will get better and become a better version of yourself."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and left. Then Han Fei heard the voice of a middle-aged woman on the phone coming from the living room.
"Wouldn't your staying underground arouse their suspicion? What tools do you need to bring? Okay, I will clean up the first floor."
The middle-aged woman hung up the phone, rummaged in the living room for a while, and then left.
"Maybe I really am an actor. It's so natural to pretend to be asleep, and even my breathing is even."
Han Fei opened his eyes. He opened the closet, cleaned up the vomit, destroyed the evidence, and then stood in the middle of the living room.
"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and there's still a long time before dark."
Before it got dark, Han Fei didn't feel too scared when he stayed at home alone. He felt that many changes should have started at night.
"Let's take a look at what I left behind first." Han Fei picked up the script on the table and found that he should be a horror movie screenwriter. All the scripts he wrote were horror stories, plus those that were unfinished and damaged.
Exactly ninety-nine ghost stories.
"The number ninety-nine again?"
Many scripts are just one sentence, or an inspiration that seems to be written casually. It is difficult to read any connection between them. Han Fei can only rely on his super memory to memorize them all.
"The sixth story - Tenant, that woman moved in in July, and her belly is getting bigger day by day."
"These stories take place in various parts of the city, and many of them read just like they are true."
After reading the script, Han Fei looked at the books again. He flipped through them one by one, checking the location of the bookmarks to make sure there were no notes in the books.
When he picked up Salinger's "The Broken Story Heart", he found that the bookmark happened to be sandwiched on a certain page. When he opened it, a line of words in the book was marked.
"Some people think love is sex, it's marriage, it's kisses at six in the morning, it's a bunch of kids, and maybe it is, Miss Lester. But you know what I think? I think love is wanting to touch.
He took his hand back again."
"What do you mean?" Han Fei tried hard to recall, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
Just in the morning, when the child's mother saw her face, she instinctively approached her, but then rationally kept her distance.
"If you think about it this way?" Han Fei shook his head: "There is something wrong with me."
Looking at the time, Han Fei vaguely remembered what the middle-aged woman said on the phone just now: "Who was she talking to at that time? Bringing tools? Do you want to clean up the first floor?"
After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei decided to go over and take a look. He would have to leave this home sooner or later anyway.
Putting all the scripts and key books into his backpack, Han Fei opened the living room door and walked out.
"Before it gets dark, I can still suppress my inner fear. After it gets dark, I'm afraid I will be completely engulfed by fear. I must make good use of this time."
Han Fei entered the safe passage and walked down quietly. Soon he came to the first floor.
"D……"
Just looking at the ground, Han Fei's goosebumps appeared. Every cell in his body resisted him from going down, as if there was something very terrifying hidden there.
But the strange thing is that when he looked at the stairs leading to the underground, he felt extremely familiar, as if he had walked through them countless times.
Instinctively heading underground, Han Fei entered the dark passage on the first floor. He was about to continue forward when he suddenly heard footsteps.
Without time to think, Han Fei hid in the room closest to him.
A faint strange smell floated into his nose, and a thought came to Han Fei's mind: "Is this the smell of formalin?"
He didn't know why he was familiar with the smell of formalin. Logically speaking, his profession should be screenwriter and actor.
Holding his breath, a figure walked past in the darkness, but the other party did not notice him.
Suppressing the fear in his heart, Han Fei followed the figure for a few steps. He saw uncleaned blood stains and some extremely crazy red text on the ground.
"That man is cleaning up the blood on the ground?"
Han Fei covered his mouth and followed, but at this moment, the black shadow stopped.
She took out her mobile phone and answered a call.
Han Fei didn't hear clearly what the person on the other end of the phone was saying, but he heard the black shadow's voice clearly.
"Isn't it difficult to dispose of the body? I can't go there now, there's still a lot of blood stains to clean up... Okay, I understand."
The dark figure cleaning up the blood stains on the underground floor is the middle-aged woman who calls herself Han Fei's mother. (To be continued)
