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When Ding Jing regained consciousness, he was sitting by the bed alone.In his last memory, he should be standing in front of the mirror, loudly questioning Ding B about the truth.Then, he doesn't remember anything.

However, for a period of time that he can't remember, apparently, he successfully summoned Ding B.

Ding Xing stood up abruptly and walked quickly to the table.

The letterhead on which he left a message for Ding B was still on the table, however, the question that he expected the other party to answer was still presented alone in the center of the paper.

Ding B's answer to him was a wordless blank.

"Because you don't want to talk to me, Song Tiancheng?" Ding Yan raised his head to look at his pale face in the mirror, he asked in a low voice.

Where exactly are you...

Are you... still alive?

Ding Xing suddenly thought of Eucommia.Du Zhong has no way to answer the questions in his heart, but only this person can relieve the fear in his heart.

——It should be because the other party is a powerful psychiatrist...but it may not be, but this is irrelevant. The most important thing is that Ding Xi wants to see Eucommia.

After finding the phone, Ding Yan first checked the time.This time Ding B appeared for a very short time, and Ding Yan was still there on the same night, but the night was getting dark now—it was the time when Eucommia should have finished talking about breaking up and going back to the hotel.

Before that, Eucommia specially opened another room next to Ding Jing.If the former has returned from the appointment, he should be in his room at this moment.

Thinking of this, Ding Yan walked out the door, ready to knock on the door of the next room.

——He is a mental patient, of course he has the right to find his own psychiatrist, even though it is already night.

However, in the end Ding Xi failed to implement his plan smoothly.When he opened the door of his room, an accident happened——

Du Zhong almost fell on him with his back turned.

Ding Yan looked in surprise at the man who was probably leaning against the door of his room before.

"If you want to eavesdrop, you shouldn't use the back of your head to eavesdrop, right?"

Du Zhong didn't care about Ding Yan's complaints. After standing still, he raised his eyes to look at the latter, "You kicked me out of the room."

Naturally, Ding Hao would not take the other party's pretending seriously, but he saw a trace of real almost sad pain in the eyes of this man who always seemed indifferent, and the other party stood behind his door for an unknown how long, which made him subconsciously Explanation: "It's not like you don't know—I'm sick."

Du Zhong stared into Ding Xi's eyes, he smiled slightly after a brief silence: "You are sick, but you still have me."

"Yes, I'm really unlucky." Let you tease me!

Facing Ding Xi's ridicule, Du Zhong continued to laugh without hesitation: "I can't help it, you must have done a lot of bad things in your previous life, so--now quickly accept your fate and let me enter the house."

Ding Hao, who has no conclusive evidence to prove that he was a good person in his previous life, can only let him into the room.

Having said that, even if he didn't have the questions he wanted to ask, he still hoped to have the other party's company at this moment, and now, knowing that the other party had just met Ding B, he had so many questions to ask.

"So," after Eucommia sat down, Ding Jing got straight to the point, "You said that Ding B kicked you out of the room. What exactly happened and how did he go about it? Did he say anything?"

"Before I went back to the hotel, I wanted to see if you were back, so I knocked on your door first. As a result, it was Little B who came to open the door. After seeing me, he coldly warned me to keep me away from you One point, close the door again after finishing speaking, and ignore me."

What Ding Hao wanted to hear was not such a simple answer.There were so many things he wanted to know, so many things he desperately wanted to know.

"Didn't he say anything else? Why did he keep you away from me? Did he keep you away from me or him?"

"He didn't say a second word to me." Du Zhong shook his head slowly, "I guess he told me to stay away from you." Speaking of which, there was a meaningful pause, and he looked at Ding Yan, "I think he is right You have a possessiveness."

Ding Jing didn't have time to think about what the other personality in his body wanted to do to him. He only cared about the other person himself. "What else do you see? What do you think he's thinking?"

Facing this question, Du Zhong's tone remained unchanged, but his eyes became darker obviously. "I don't know what he is thinking at all. He is very cold, with the thickest mask on his face."

"So, he didn't reveal who he is?" Ding Hao said disappointedly.

Hearing this, Du Zhong spoke slowly: "Actually, you should know who he is. That kind of indifference, arrogance, and almost heartless alienation, do these belong to Song Tiancheng?"

Ding Hao did know.That person must be Song Tiancheng.He had never met anyone who was so mean to him in his life.

But why did he split Song Tiancheng's personality?

——In any case, it is impossible for Song Tiancheng to have an accident.

He can't have an accident.

Ding Yan forbade himself to think wildly.

He decided to go see his parents early tomorrow morning, and then he had to get conclusive evidence from his parents that Song Tiancheng was safe and sound.

As for the moment, he should take a good rest, relax, and not think about anything.And take a good shower to wash off the cold sweat.

"You've already sat, are you satisfied?" Ding Yan asked his visitor. He didn't want to cross the river and tear down the bridge, but he really had nothing to entertain him, so he could only tactfully express that he wanted to rest.

Who knows, faced with this question, Du Zhong immediately shook his head without hesitation, "Kick me out of the room, and only let me come in and sit for 2 minutes, and I can't even pay off the interest." Just a profiteer.

Ding Jing, who had never done business, asked in a very simple way: "Then what do you want?"

Du Zhong replied without thinking: "I want to sleep on your bed for a while."

Ding Yan squinted at him suspiciously.What are you trying to do to me?

The person who seemed to hear Ding Yan's slander shrugged innocently: "I just slept in your bed, not you, don't look at me with such judgmental eyes."

Ding Xing was not used to such direct and vulgar remarks, which made him speechless.

Du Zhong smiled at him as if nothing had happened, "Are you going to take a bath?" The psychiatrist who knew magic tricks made an accurate guess, and he didn't need Ding Hao's confirmation, so he went straight on, "Go and take a bath, I'll be on your bed Lie down for a while."

Although Du Zhong's treacherous behavior and subsequent subtle motives frightened Ding Jing, he did notice something: now that he can decisively decide on his next move and stop imagining the most terrifying possibility repeatedly, this calmness is all Thanks to Eucommia.In fact, he knew very well that he only slowly relaxed his heartstrings that were so tense that they were about to break after he opened the door and saw Eucommia guarding the door.

"You can sleep on the bed, but you can't smell it. Be more conscious." Ding Hao made a concession.

He startled Du Zhong.The latter stared at him wide-eyed for a long time, and then asked in disbelief, "Did you tease me just now?"

Ding Hao ignored it, and went straight into the bathroom, trying to show that he was not the main reason for hiding in the bathroom with a guilty conscience.

A year ago, for Ding Jing, a bathroom with only shower equipment was not enough to call himself a bathroom without being ashamed.However, after going to the Grand Canyon, a place with hot water is heaven.

When I used the bathroom of this hotel yesterday, the hot water ran out so quickly that Ding Yan, who was not efficient in bathing, almost caught a cold.Having learned his lesson, today Ding Jing is going through the necessary procedures fairly quickly, and intends to at least complete the concept of taking a bath before running out of hot water.

In the shower, he lowered his head to let the hot water run down his hair.As soon as he looked, he suddenly noticed that there were big characters written with a pen on his body.The person who wrote must be himself, because from his perspective, the handwriting he saw was not reversed, allowing him to read it at a glance——

/You killed me. /

Ding Yan suddenly held his breath.

This must be his hallucination, because this is the most impossible thing in the world.

impossible!It is impossible for him to kill Song Tiancheng!It is even more impossible for Song Tiancheng to die!

Ding Hao yelled at himself in his heart, but it was useless, he couldn't hear his own voice, in his ears and in his mind, he could only hear Song Tiancheng's extremely cold voice - you killed me.

Ding Xi, who was unable to stand due to weakness in his hands and feet, slowly squatted down while supporting the wall weakly, and then sat directly on the ground.

"No, I can't..."

He wanted to defend himself and claim that he was the last person in the world who didn't want anything to happen to Song Tiancheng, but a picture of Song Tiancheng falling down flashed in his mind as if protesting.

Right in front of his eyes, so real, as if he could touch each other with his hand.

...but he didn't hold out his hand.

He didn't reach out to pull each other.

At this time, Ding Hao slowly stretched out his hand.

He used his last bit of strength to wipe the handwriting on his body.He watched the black ink melt and flow like blood.

He worked so hard to destroy the evidence.

—But, what's the use?

He can constantly rinse his body with clean water, and he can wash away those writings.However, he can never wash away the sins on his body.

That's probably what happened—

It was he who killed Song Tiancheng.

No matter how hard he denies it.

Apparently that's what--

He didn't hate the other party as much as he claimed, but he did kill the other party.

Maybe he secretly liked this indifferent but reliable man, so he killed the man who hated him so he would never respond.

That must be the case--

So that's the real reason for his panic attacks.

Seeing those falling objects, the reason why he was so frightened that he had a panic attack was not because of his own experience of falling off a cliff. What he was afraid of was the image of Song Tiancheng falling in front of his eyes.

What he was afraid of was the guilt he couldn't bear.

The clear water sprayed by the shower turns cold little by little until it becomes icy cold.

Ding Yan curled up unconsciously, wrapping his arms around himself.He couldn't tell whether it was the biting cold or the biting pain. He buried his head in his arms and imagined his soul falling from the cliff.He wanted his soul to be thrown to death so that he would never feel so much, too much, to bear.

He couldn't bear the possibility of killing Song Tiancheng himself.

He couldn't bear the fact that Song Tiancheng was dead but still alive.

He couldn't take it...to live.