I told Master that I was confused, and that was because I was really confused. Although I have basically sorted out everything now, when the truth really comes, I, as the most important person in this game, Ring, but I can’t understand it and can’t believe it.
Master said: I still say the same thing, you shouldn’t be confused, because it’s you who set up this situation.
I wiped my face and pretended to be calm: Master, tell me why I went crazy?
He sighed and said: I thought this matter would be over. If you had listened to me and used your intelligence to do business or do anything else, instead of choosing to be a suspense writer. Otherwise, none of this would have happened. Regarding this matter, you can come back and I will show you something. After that, you will understand everything.
I nodded and said: OK, I will go back tomorrow.
After hanging up the phone, Jiuliang lit up a cigarette again at some point. She spat out her eyes and said, "Actually, I really don't understand, I don't understand, I can't believe it. In fact, if I found out about this matter, it would be like this now." As for the ending, it is very ridiculous. Now I even feel that it is me who is crazy, not you. Zheng Jiangtao told me that they are saving people, but I really don’t understand what kind of method this is. Save you. ?
I opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass. The two of us sat on the table. I drank it all in one gulp and smiled bitterly at her: "Actually, I already had such a hunch when I was in my hometown. In this world, There is no one who my father can admit his mistakes, so I was the one who burned down the ancestral hall three years ago and was considered crazy by the whole village. But at the time, I couldn't understand it, so I chose to hide it myself.
I remember there is a saying that you can't understand a mentally ill person, but according to the theory of relativity, you can't understand him, and he can't understand you.
Because he lives in his world and you live in your world. This is not a balanced world. I have heard of more than one mental patient who saw ghosts and saw people in ancient costumes walking around.
But no one would believe them, because ordinary people, the people we consider normal, think he is a fool talking nonsense.
But is it really nonsense? Who really dares to say categorically that what a mental patient says must be nonsense?
So I've been wondering whether mental patients have souls that exist in another world parallel to ours, and what they see is invisible to us.
That's all?
But now, everything has been applied to me. Maybe I am alive and living in front of you, but there was a time when my soul was in another world.
My master's plan is to bring back my lost soul.
Jiuliang didn't drink, so he stood up and said: I don't believe these things, there are weird things in them, I will continue to investigate.
After she said this, she left.
I don't know, this is almost the last time we both see each other in this world. I originally wanted to take her back to Fujian to see Master's things and untie the knot between us.
However, I chose to leave alone the next day, because I couldn't let go of the fact that I was a psychopath. I kept going all the way back to Putian, and saw Master waiting for me at home.
At this time, Lan Xin had disappeared. I smiled to myself, I am just an actor. After the play is over, what else can I do without leaving?
Master is getting older. He is sitting on the sofa, holding a tea cup in his hand, looking at me with a smile and saying: You are back, just come back.
Tears flowed down unknowingly. This man whom I had called a bastard not long ago said the same thing my father said when he saw me.
It's good to be back.
These two men, the old men, regarded me as the closest person and their child.
Master still smiled and said: Don't cry, it's all over. I just lied to you for so long, I hope you don't hate me.
I wiped away my disappointed tears and sat next to him. He pushed a box to me and said: Everything you want is in it.
I didn't have any more words to say, so I opened the box and saw a black leather notebook.
Opening it, I saw two words:
Yin marriage.
This is cursive script, drawn with a vermilion pen, which is quite impressive. Having lived with the master for so long, I can tell at a glance that these are his notes.
When he saw me looking at him, he nodded with a smile and said: You asked me to write this name. Three years ago, you still liked to use a pen to code, because you told me that when the pen is drawn on the paper, there will be a rustle.
You like it very much and get very excited when you hear it. A pen can represent your feelings. When you are excited and your thoughts are flowing, you will work very hard and want to imprint the pen tip on the paper. So, look at the handwriting,
You can understand your mood when writing.
I opened the first page and the first sentence I saw was:
"My name is Zhao Sanliang, and I have a friend named Hu Zi. We met in Guangzhou. A few years ago, when we were working for an elder brother, he wanted to go home and get a wife. He hacked the boss.
Qian, before this, I met a person, he is the descendant of Qimen Dunjia. He is my master."
I pinched my fingers into my flesh, and without even realizing it was bleeding, I flipped through this notebook with my handwriting as fast as I could.
Three hours later, I saw the end.
"Uncle Northeast, the death of Chen Wenhai."
This is the last chapter in my notebook, and the rest of it has been torn out.
With red eyes and trembling all over, I asked: Where is the following content? Where did you put it?
The master took a sip of water and said softly: You couldn't think of the following content before, but now you can write it.
This is the reason why you are crazy. You are too conceited. There is something wrong with your writing method. You think that no matter what huge hole you dig, you can fill it in the end, so you write very wildly.
Until you yourself can't figure out the following plot, but when the publishing house is urging you to submit the manuscript and countless friends are urging you for answers, you will go crazy.
You have thought about countless possibilities and written countless answers, but you are not satisfied. You think the logic is not perfect, so you tear it up as you write.
Until you suddenly find that this notebook has been torn up by you, you have lost yourself.
In your own words, your soul will go to another illusory world to find the answer to your own creation.
Facts have proved that you are right. There is a deep pit that you can't continue in normally, but you solved it perfectly when you were crazy. I can't forget how you went crazy and told me, Chen, when you couldn't take care of yourself at that time.
Wen Hai actually has a younger brother, a twin!
Maybe you will suddenly wake up one night and cry: Master, why did you join forces with Hu Zi to harm me?!
Every time you go crazy and tell something in the book, and you use your crazy thinking to answer your own doubts, you will cry and laugh at the same time.
I also summarized the answers you told me when you were crazy, and laid out the situation after that.
So I say, the one who planned this situation is actually you, and when you planned it, your soul was in another world.
I listened to Master's words quietly without saying a word. I took my notebook and returned to the room. I turned on the computer and started typing. I was writing an email and told Jiuliang the answer. I owed the police the answer.
I wrote this:
I am a suspense writer, and I am a persistent person. Whatever I want to do, I want to be the best.
Three years ago, I wrote a book, and I included my friends in the story. Of course, I only borrowed their identities for this inclusion.
You must be wondering about the content of my book three years ago, and let me tell you, you already know it, that is what happened to me before we met.
In the book, I met Hu Zi, Bread, Lan Xin, and the King of the Mountain Stream. Until the kind-hearted Northeastern uncle died, I found that I couldn’t write anymore. There were too many holes that I couldn’t fill in.
So I'm crazy.
I entered another world.
And I continued my story with the thinking that you ordinary people would consider a lunatic. My master, as a person who has lived with me for a long time, took note of my crazy words.
So, what happened next was actually a perfect explanation of my own story by me, a madman.
This is the answer, but I have been thinking about it for a long time, since the last day I saw you, so I made this story as perfect as possible.
Okay, let's go back to three years ago. At that time, I was crazy.
My master took me, who was crazy, back to my hometown. His original plan was to use family affection to awaken my sense, but he failed, and that is when I set fire to the ancestral hall.
After that, he took me to find another person. I believe you can guess this person. He took me to find his master, who was also my master.
This is why my master knows me so well. We once suspected that he was the planner. He once said to me that if he was a demon and was extremely passionate about me, he asked me if I wanted him to surrender. I couldn't do it at that time.
I understood what he meant. Now I understand that he was telling me that he knew about my master's situation.
It was Master's fault that got me stuck in the quagmire.
But Master's plan is for me.
My master is the one who cured my mental illness, because since ancient times, as long as you are a Taoist priest, you must be a doctor, because the alchemy and self-cultivation skills of Taoist priests need to be supported by rich knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine.
He cured me, and my sequelae was that I forgot the memory of that period of time. This is the bloody plot in countless movies, amnesia.
Moreover, my illness has not been cured, because the symptoms of mental illness will always lurk in the patient's mind. I told you two days ago that the spirit of a mental patient is in another world.
It can go back at any time by relying on drugs or external force. To put it in layman's terms, it can get sick at any time.
The best way is to disintegrate the patient's spiritual world. To untie the bell, you must tie the bell. This is what the master said to the master at that time.