dramatic death

"..." Tong Shuyao was silent for a moment, took off his glasses and threw them back into the drawer, "This is really not a good joke."

Yin Tong opened his mouth, he tried to tell the other party that this was not a joke, but was interrupted by the other party's next move.

Tong Shuyao quickly wrote a sentence on the medical case.He didn't upload this case to the hospital's database, nor did he send it to the pharmacy to order Yintong to take some medicine to cure his brain. Instead, he opened the mailbox interface and sent a short email.

"I can't cure you," he shook his head, there was no trace of regret in his eyes, but it was as easy as completing a task, "You can go to my senior brother, he is a genius, and he likes to study the miracles of human science and life most on weekdays. Must be very interested in you."

Tong Shuyao clicked on the two-way projection on the terminal, and what appeared in midair was an electronic postcard, with an unfamiliar communication number followed by an unusual name—"Bai Yanxing".

"My senior brother is a good man. You take this postcard to the Academy of Sciences. If any guard dares to stop you, you should write down his police number." Tong Shuyao nodded seriously, "Write it down, and give it to the police station." I will make a small report, I will vent my anger on you, and invite him to come to the psychiatric department for a day trip."

"..."

Yin Tong was not very interested in this so-called "preferential treatment". To be fair, if he could choose, he wished he would never have anything to do with such a strange-sounding government agency as the Academy of Sciences.He just wanted to be a good citizen, the kind who would just sit at home and eat and wait to die, but things went against his wishes, he had no chance to eat and wait for death.

It's a pity that the word "good people" has nothing to do with him.If he was freed from Christie's guardianship, he would be a "black household" in Central City, not even a "citizen", let alone a "good".

He is not qualified to be regarded as a "person" at all, and he will be grabbed by the White Tower when he walks on the street on weekdays, let alone see a doctor and buy medicine for treatment.Central City is such a place. People's kindness and strict laws are incomparable. After all, today is a society ruled by law, and you must always obey the rules when doing things.

Rules are impersonal, nor should they be.

Fortunately, although Doctor Tong Yong didn't seem very reliable, he still abided by his ethics as a doctor. Facing Yin Tong's rejection without hesitation, he didn't frown coldly. He just shrugged and handed out Zhang Baiyanxing's business card involuntarily. .

"You will use it." After leaving such a sentence, he yawned and pushed Yintong out.

The automatic door closed in front of Yintong. He stood in the corridor for a long while looking at the postcard on the light screen, passed through the dim sight of passing patients, and walked into the beautiful garden square in front of the hospital building.

Christie was sitting on the bench beside the flower bed, she seemed to cry again, her red eyes looked at Yintong from bottom to top, almost making the lies in his pupils invisible.

She didn't speak, Yin Tong silently chose to be frank and lenient in his heart, he squatted on the ground straightened his back, lowered his head and repeated the conversation with Tong Shuyao just now - of course, concealed the bloody part , and then categorically rejected Tong Yongyi's Amway again.

"That kind of hallucination doesn't appear often anymore," he tried to explain his reason for doing so, "I might have been under too much mental pressure before."——This sentence was just given to Tong Yong by him, even though the other party's reason Saying "You don't look like you're stressed out".

Yintong was eager to convince Christie, without even thinking about where the pressure came from for an amnesiac who restarted the grid.He doesn't want to see a doctor anymore, he doesn't want to shuttle between hospitals frequently, he doesn't want to accept the scrutiny of doctors, and he doesn't want to take medicine anymore.

He even had a slight resistance to the workers wearing white coats. Thanks to the hallucinations, the doctor's profession gave him an indescribably bad impression. He subconsciously resisted this kind of contact, and resisted the other party as if observing an object. Eye.

He is unwilling to contact such people, and seems to think that too much contact will not produce any good things.

Christie's eyes were still red, and she looked a little pitiful, but the words she said were not as weak as they appeared on the surface, and every word was like nailing Yintong to the ground: "Can you stop making trouble, "Her voice trembled a little, and the breathing sound between words seemed to be sobbing, "The doctor is treating you, can you be more obedient."

"He can't see well, and I'm not sick."

"Who said you are not sick? You are sick! You need to take medicine, I beg you, can you take medicine?!"

"Can you be more obedient," her voice lowered, with a bit of crying in her tone, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Tongtong, I'm sorry, I really, what should I do."

Yintong squatted on the ground, tracing the patterns on the floor tiles with his eyes, until his legs and feet were numb, and then he slowly found his voice.

"I'm just so stressed," he said, "I just need to rest for a while and I'll be fine."

Christie folded her fingers and shook her head in a daze.Her tears were always swirling in her eyes, and when her eyelashes trembled, those teardrops would be shaken down on the crumpled skirt.

"It's not going to get better," she murmured softly, "Stay here, you'll never get better."

However, Yintong interrupted her and insisted stubbornly: "I will be fine," he seemed to be convincing Christie and himself, he said, "I will get better little by little, don't worry, everything will get better."

He didn't raise his head, deliberately ignoring the small noises around him. The blood-colored sunset spread over the ground under his feet like a shattered cocktail, and something squirmed, making a slow and sticky sound.

There are spider web-like lines cracked on the side of the flower bed, and the peeling tile fragments are like crushed biscuits. The mottled fragments stick to the depths of the flower bed on the top of the yellow eyes. It turns and looks in the direction of Yintong. There is a greedy monster hiding in the pupil.

Then the second, third, fourth, countless eyeballs were born in the quiet evening.

Yintong crouched in the center of those sight lines, blinking his dry eyes slowly.

He seemed to hear someone making a sweet voice, and smiled coquettishly.

--"I found you."

……

The muddy dream disappeared in an instant, and Yin Tong woke up from the nightmare, lying on his back on the narrow bed in the utility room, panting heavily.

His body was covered in sweat, his clothes were wet as if he had just been fished out of the water, the empty ceiling gradually outlined the neatly cut window frames in the dusk from virtual to solid in his field of vision.

A shadow is reflected on the bright red ceiling.

Yin Tong suddenly looked out in unison, there were several boxes stacked under the edge of the roof outside the window, and the proprietress of the flower shop was standing outside bent over, trying to move them back to the greenhouse.

The woman with her back to him was bloated, but she still looked human.

He didn't know what to think of, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's the relief of seeing an acquaintance, or the gratitude of being free from the illusion.Yin Tong's tense nerves slowly relaxed, like a burst balloon, the whole person shrank into a ball and nestled into the narrow bed.

He unconsciously circled his knees, and his eyes fell on the place in front of the bed covered with sunset without focus, until the sound of knocking on the window came from outside the house, "dong dong dong", exactly three soft sounds.

"Are you awake?" Yin Tong turned his head and looked over, the proprietress outside the window sill beckoned to him, her voice passed through the cold glass window, with a vague smile, "It's time to go home."

"What?" he asked reflexively.

The proprietress raised her wrist, smiled and pointed to the terminal on the inside of her wrist.Her opening and closing lips and teeth hadn't drawn a complete character when she was interrupted by the ringing of the bell in the store.

No more, no less, a full six chimes.

Yin Tong blinked, and suddenly understood what the other party meant.

She probably wanted to say: "It's six o'clock, you should go home."

……

The "Afternoon Tea" dessert house is opened on the busiest commercial street in Central City. It opens at 10 o'clock and closes at 18 o'clock. The weather never changes.

This is quite a strange thing. After all, it is well known that after the new era, the number of people in Central City ranks third in the world, and the commercial street at night is the busiest place in the city.This is a paradise for businessmen. Every inch of land can be measured by money. Few businessmen are foolish enough to close their doors before six o'clock. You must know that after nightfall, it is the home of feasting and feasting.

However, Boss Yin has always been the best among "very few", occupying the throne of "stupid", and he has no intention of letting the virtuous.

Although he himself is not a rich young man who spends money like water.

The six bells rang in the cold winter wind, and the lingering sweet fragrance wrapped in the store was inexplicably reassuring.Yin Tong changed his clothes and rushed back to the store. He still remembered what he did before he fell asleep. He helped the little girl who looked like a high school student pick up her makeup mirror and cold medicine, and then he had hallucinations. Please An Qi who just walked in Look after the shop for a while.

He clearly remembered what he said, he said: "It will be fine in a short while."

Boss Yin glanced at the time on the terminal, and sighed for the seven-hour "a little while".

He thought of An Qi's pitiful appearance, and muttered: It's over, this is not a psychological trauma that a small cake can make up for.

I'm afraid I will lose half of the cake cabinet.

It was almost dusk, and there were almost no customers in the store. The high stools behind the bar stood alone in place, and the black leather cushions seemed to still be warm.

The setting sun caressed the main road of the commercial street, passing through the cold glass windows over the neat tables and chairs in the store.Yin Tong stood in the shop in a daze for a while, stepped on the setting sun and walked around to the bar, packed up the utensils on the counter, and then his eyes stayed on the light screen floating in mid-air.

It was the sub-terminal that he received on the bar counter when he asked An Qi to take care of the store. Its function was exactly the same as the main terminal on his wrist, but it could only receive and save data, and did not have the authority to send data.

Yin Tong turned off the signal receiver on the bar counter, watched the screen that instantly shattered into light sand fall into the terminal on his wrist, and the pop-up prompt interface displayed [Sharing mode has been turned off], and then turned off after a countdown of five seconds The prompt window reveals a standby interface full of various plug-ins on the light screen.

He deleted a few push emails from Hakoniwa Online, and his eyes stayed on the flickering messages.

It said: [There are two new messages].

The messages sent to the terminal came from the sub-terminal that had just been recovered. One message was filled with New Year messages from customers in the store—it was nothing more than blessings such as congratulations on getting rich, safe and happy, and the other was a short video of only a few minutes.

The heavy clock walked slowly forward with heavy steps. Yin Tong glanced at the time, hesitated for a while, and clicked on the video on the light screen.

What appeared on the screen was the store in the afternoon, and the angle overlapped with the monitor installed on the main entrance. It was probably a customer who pressed the monitor video by mistake.

Yin Tong laughed out loud.He felt that he might be really too sensitive, there was really no need for him to be so trembling, his nerves tensed up like he was suffering from persecution paranoia.

Then, he heard An Qi's voice.

In the short video, An Qi, who is facing the camera, is sitting behind the bar, sitting on a high stool, smiling in his smoky eyes, as if he heard something interesting.

"You mean, no one knows why Tongtong has hallucinations?"

Yin Tong amplified the sound of the surveillance video, and An Qi's voice pierced through the noisy noise in the store, like a glass of lemonade with carbonated drinks.

"No one knows what he really saw, and no one knows why he saw those things," An Qi laughed, his voice was very soft, as if mocking the other party's conclusion, "and you think it's a Those who don't know include well-known doctors from more than a dozen hospitals in Central City, all investigators from the Academy of Sciences, and even Nightingale's surveillance eye."

"How did you decide they 'knew nothing'?"

An Qi tilted his head and asked.There was a bit of obvious "surprise" on his face, but somehow Yin Tong had the illusion of "acting", and the girl sitting opposite him straightened her back instantly, facing An Qi's gaze He shook his head stiffly.

"I don't know," Yin Tong heard her voice as low as a mosquito, "but whether they knew it or not, they must know something now."

"Did you see the report this morning?" The girl knocked on the terminal on her wrist, and Yin Tong moved the video window away, and followed her example and clicked on the news interface.

He and the girl swipe their fingers together until the other party stays on a piece of social news.

[The unknown person died in a public toilet, and his right hand with a mobile terminal was cut off. The police suspect that it was done by burglars. 】

"This person," the girl paused, and turned on the terminal sharing. A blurry photo appeared on her light screen, and it was even more blurred after the secondary processing of the surveillance video.

"This person bumped into Mr. Xiaoyin in the heavy rain yesterday evening. The city surveillance captured him injecting Mr. Xiaoyin with something. Unfortunately, when Nightingale found him, he was no longer breathing."

"'What was injected'?" An Qi repeated.

"This is a photo taken by surveillance," the girl tapped the victim's clenched palms with a light pen, "We speculated about the cause of Mr. Xiaoyin's hallucinations before and after his illness, and classified all guesses into two major factors, internal and external. The internal cause is nothing more than the sequela caused by amnesia, people will always have various hallucinations in the subconscious, because the past memory fragments produce the idea of ​​"this thing I have experienced before", which leads to "precognition" or "repetition" life' illusion judgment, and firmly believe in the answer of 'judged by oneself'."

"This kind of people usually mistakenly think that they can 'see what' or 'see what' when they get sick. In short, this 'déjà vu' is a subjective illusion."

"External causes are simpler. For example, if Mr. Xiaoyin's hallucinations are man-made, then he must have indeed 'saw something'. Our views tend to be two. In terms of science, we think it is possible Someone had tampered with his terminal so that the particles projected him a 'weird' world.

"Of course, this kind of technology is too advanced, it's a bit of a pearl." The girl shrugged, "In terms of biology, we think that someone may have given Mr. Xiaoyin drugs. When the 'seed' virus broke out a few years ago, Aren't such instances of hallucinations very common?"

An Qi shook his head: "I remember that the 'seed' has been destroyed."

"...the Academy of Sciences still has a cabinet," the girl said, "but that's not the point. The point is that our guess about 'doping' has been affirmed in Mr. Xiaoyin's self-report."

"Do you still remember what I said just now, Mr. Xiao Yin admitted in the hospital that he was stabbed by something on the afternoon when he first had hallucinations in Central Park."

The girl zoomed in on the photo on the light screen. In the mosaic-like picture, where the man's clenched fist brushed against his wrist, Yin Tong followed her light pen and found a strange red spot on her wrist. .