Chapter 216 Chapter 216: Sheng Sheng restores memory, the real appearance of the murder in the flower room

"You all inquire about the patient's boyfriend, don't you think of your patient?" He has known Chang Ming for many years. He has a clear understanding of his personality, and he has a clear distinction between public and private. This time, I asked the patient's boyfriend about it.

It's weird.

Chang Ming explained briefly: "Understand the situation and take the right medicine."

Tang Yan was not convinced: "Then you ask your patient, I have no material for you." He looked at each other meaningfully, but he could not see any clues, said with a smile, "Brother, you are a foul. Psychologists have signed confidentiality agreements, but I am a professionally qualified doctor. "

Chang Ming stopped asking.

"Dr. Chang," is Chang Ming's assistant. Come in and say, "Miss Jiang is here, waiting for you in the consultation room."

Chang Ming nodded: "Come now."

Tang Yan couldn't help but ask: "Which Miss Jiang? Shi Jin's girlfriend?"

Chang Ming did not answer, but asked: "Are you curious?"

Of course, Jiang Jiusheng is the cause of Shi Jin's paranoia. He always wanted to meet this man who could make Shi Jin 'crazy and crazy' and 'renovate'.

Tang Yan is serious: "No, why should I be curious?"

Chang Ming drank all the tea from the table, got up, and walked out of Tang Yan's office. The assistant hadn't gone far. He commanded: "You go first, I'll make a call."

The assistant said yes.

Chang Ming walked to the stairs and dialed the number. A woman's voice came from the phone: "Hey."

The voice is quiet and the tone is nice.

Chang Ming took off his eyes, squeezed his eyebrows, looked up, and a pair of pupils were green, saying, "Jiang Jiusheng is here."

The woman seemed to be thinking, slowly tones: "It's time for her to remember."

The tone of the woman's voice is round and has a less obvious broadcasting cavity.

Chang Ming answered, hung up the phone, put on his glasses again, covered his lenses, and his green pupils turned back to black again.

It is night, full moon and galaxy.

The windows were not tight, and the dark curtains were shaken back and forth with the wind leaking in. A touch of white moonlight spilled on the head of the bed.

Suspected, the old man came to a dream.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

The voice of the man came from afar, gentle and spoiled, and surprised the little girl who was graffiti at the desk in front of her desk. She dropped the pen and jumped off the chair. The little braid in the back of the head shook cheerfully.

"father!"

The little girl was four or five years old. She was born in pink and jade. She smiled and bent her eyes. She happily plunged into the man's arms.

The man wore a police uniform and stood tall. He put the police cap on the cabinet of the porch and squatted down, as tall as the girl, and asked her with a smile: "What did my baby do at home today?"

The little girl smiled innocently: "Draw a picture."

"What did you draw?"

She was very proud of her tone and stood upright, saying, "Daddy is wearing a police uniform."

The man smiled heartily and scratched the little girl's nose: "My house is awesome."

Laughter in the living room.

At this time, the woman's voice came from the kitchen, gentle and gentle, like the gurgling water of the Jiangnan town: "Dine." The woman smiled and stood in the evening sunset, "Sheng Sheng, go wash your hands."

The little girl of four or five years old, disobedient, loves to be coquettish, lying on the sofa, shaking two little fat hands, said softly, "Daddy hug me."

"it is good."

At that time, Jiang Jiusheng was four years and nine months old, and her father, Jiang Minchang, was a policeman.

The setting sun hadn't set, and the dream turned, and suddenly it turned into a cloudy rainy day. The heavy rain was coming, the air was humid, and the girl had grown taller than the desk.

Wen Wan ’s mother no longer has a smile on her face: "Sheng Sheng, will you live with your mother in the future?"

At that time, the girl was seven years old and didn't understand what her mother meant, so she shook her head and asked, "How about Dad?"

The mother just said, "Daddy is going to somewhere else."

She didn't understand, and asked thoroughly: "When will he come back?"

The mother thought for a long time and told her: "Dad will have a new family in the future and will not come back."

The girl blushed and cried for a long time on the desk.

Later, the mother took her to a smaller house, a dilapidated building, there were many neighborhoods upstairs and downstairs, but the father was not wearing a police uniform.

The father moved into a very big and beautiful house with a daughter named Wen Shihao who always wore a beautiful pink dress.

Later, his father had a new wife and a beautiful boy, but the father still loved her and told her that she had a younger brother.

It was a sunny spring day.

The girl saw her brother for the first time.

The pink and tender child, who was only three or four years old, was not very stable in walking and stumbled to her.

The child looked up at her with bright eyes like the black grapes under the vine in the courtyard of the uncle's house: "My dad said, I have a sister, and her name is Jiang Jiusheng." He held her hand timidly , "Are you Jiang Jiusheng?"

She nodded and smiled: "Well, I am."

The little boy was very happy when he listened, and gave the beloved kite to the girl. He grinned and lacked a small baby tooth on the left: "Sister, I am a little goldfish. This is the kite I painted. I give it to you."

A golden sun flower was painted on the kite. It was crooked and ugly, but it was very bright. The girl led the child who grew to her waist and ran on the lawn. The wind was very strong, and the girl ’s hair was blown up messily, just , The kite never flew.

The two children, running and running, grew taller.

The girl has grown into a slim girl, and the tender baby has grown into a little boy in pink and jade.

Long time no see, the boy was unhappy, sulking: "Sister, why have n’t you come to see me for so long?" After a few seconds, he was out of breath, reaching for the girl's school uniform skirt and spreading it soft and soft Say, "I miss you so much."

The girl bent over and touched the boy's head: "Sister wants to move, so far away that she can't come to see you often."

The boy was unhappy for a moment, pouted and turned his head for a short while, and then turned around again, don't twist and say, "Then I will find you."

The girl smiled and poked his baby's fat face: "Goldfish, you're still small. You need to grow up before you can find your sister."

He was very disappointed, and his head was down for a while, before saying, "Then I will eat more, grow tall and tall."

Pat his head less: "It's so good."

The six or seven-year-olds are so coaxing that they are so clever and immediately take out their beloved toys like treasures, and they must be given to girls.

While playing, a girl in a pink dress came down from the second floor, her hair was shawled, and a shiny hairpin was pinned in her hair.

It's the little princess of the Wen family.

She has a good posture, stands upright, and lifts her chin high: "Are you Jinyu's sister?" Not waiting to answer, she said again, "I'm Jinyu's sister too. My name is Wen Shihao."

"Hello, this is Jiang Jiusheng."

Without saying anything, the little princess of the Wen family proudly squinted, brushed the skirt, and turned upstairs.

"Sister, I don't like that sister." The little boy covered his mouth and whispered that he was still too young to hide his anger and whether he liked it all on his face.

The girl asked him, "Why?"

"She said that I was Ono." The little boy grunted and pouted, "I hate her and don't want to play with her."

The dreams were chaotic, and the figures of girls and boys were blurred, gradually being blown away by the wind.

In the distance, I don't know whose wind chime was jingled by the hot summer wind. The phantom in the dream gradually became clear, and the dilapidated buildings were lined up one after another.

Outside the old building, there is a large camphor tree, in the alley in the distance, the barking of the dogs is endless, like the cicada in summer, noisy.

The girl stood under the tree, against the light, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes smiled: "Are you Shi Jin?"

The teenager on the other side came from the sunset to the shade and nodded.

Very beautiful boy.

"My name is Jiang Jiusheng." The girl smiled in the eyes of the girl, and suddenly the ripples rippled like the tranquil lake in spring. She said, "I'm here to pick you up."

The teenager didn't seem to talk or laugh, just ticked his lips: "Lead the way."

"it is good."

The setting sun went down, the stars came out, and the moon was semicircular.

Then the sun rose again, slowly, and then fell below the horizon again. I don't know how many days and nights, the flowers of the camphor tree bloomed and set.

As soon as the dream turned, it was autumn.

Under the camphor tree, I do n’t know who abandoned the wooden bed. It was placed in the shade, which was convenient for the lazy girl. The textbook was put aside, and she slept soundly.

The teenager came out of the small building, came to the girl to go home, saw her lying on the wooden bed in the shade of the tree, suddenly lost her smile, walked over, squatted by the bed: "Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Huh?" The girl woke up, rolled over, rubbed her eyes and opened it, and looked at him confusedly.

The last touch of the setting sun fell on the teenager's face. His skin was fair and his long eyelashes fell. He said, "Don't sleep here."

She blinked, blinked, and narrowed her eyes again, murmured dreamily: "Shi Jin, I'm sleepy."

The teenager asked: "Then will I hug you up to sleep?"

"No, I'm going to sleep under the tree." She rolled over again, pillowing her arms and continuing to sleepy.

Just into autumn, there are still cicadas on the camphor tree. They cried out, the sunset fell from east to west, and they fell one by one. Finally, the last light, leaking through the gap of the tree, dropped the golden mottle on the girl ’s face Blinking, she twisted her eyebrows.

The teenager sat by the head of the bed and blocked the sun.

She slept soundly, he looked at her quietly, from the sunset to the moon and starry.

The girl moved in her sleep and muttered: "Shi Jin, some mosquitoes bit me."

The teenager took the textbook she laid on the wooden bed, squatted by the bed, fanned the wind with the book, and expelled mosquitoes for her.

Under the moon, the wind blows gently, and the teenager slowly leans over ...

"Sheng Sheng."

"Shi Jin."

Mother shouted upstairs: "It's time to eat."

The girl woke up and sat up reluctantly, staring in a daze for a while, a little stunned, staring at the teenager sitting next to him: "Why are you so red?"

He bowed his head: "Hot."

Not only blush, but also the neck is red, and the ears are red.

The girl puzzled: "It's cool under the tree, it's not hot at all."

The teenager didn't speak, so she packed her textbooks.

She said: "Shi Jin, I want to eat yellow peach ice cream."

He put her schoolbag in her arms: "Wait here for me, I will buy it."

Before the teenager returned, the dream suddenly turned, and in the heavy rain, he walked her on the path outside the campus. With the water all over the ground, she held an umbrella and lay on his back.

"Let's go to the movies tomorrow night." The teenager slowed down unconsciously.

Under the **** umbrella, the girl tilted her head: "Why do you suddenly want to watch a movie?"

"I have something to tell you."

She nodded: "Okay."

He raised his lips and smiled: "After dusk, I will wait for you under the camphor tree downstairs in your house."

"Okay." She moved the umbrella in her hand a little to him.

But the next day, she missed her appointment and her mother took her to Wen's house.

The little goldfish pulled her to play on the lawn of the garden. He was naughty, climbed to the tree to pick up the kite, sat on the thin branches, and waved at her: "Sister, catch it, I will throw the kite at you."

The little goldfish let go of his hand and the wind was very strong. The kite was blown tossing and fluttering for a long time without falling to the ground, but he fell off the tree.

"Little goldfish!" The girl was in a hurry, and quickly asked him whether it hurt.

He was stunned, reaching for the flower house not far away: "Sister, there is a lot of blood in the flower house."

In the flower room, there are her father and mother.

She froze for a moment, then turned and ran to the flower room. Behind her, the little goldfish cried and called her.

"sister."

"sister."

"sister……"

The girl stumbled into the flower room, knocked down a pot of hibiscus at the door, and surprised the man in the flower room. It was her father, Jiang Minchang, who was kneeling on the ground, holding the knife in both hands.

And the mother, lying next to him, was full of blood on his stomach and dripped all over the floor.

She froze, shook her body, and fell to the ground: "You, you kill, kill ..." She shuddered, unable to speak at all,

Her father stood up and, with the hand holding the knife, made a move to her, like coaxing: "Sheng Sheng, come here."

In his eyes, there was a fierce determination that made her strange.

She sat on the ground, subconsciously backing away.

His father walked over, approaching her, step by step, step by step, getting closer and closer: "I killed her." He looked at the panicked and scared **** the ground, but he was talking to himself, "What now? Seen by you. "

He suddenly laughed and tightened the knife in his hand.

"Don't come, don't come." She kept going backwards and back to the corner.

He was not reluctant to spare, stepping hard, the knife in his hand, dripping blood from the ground.

At the moment when he raised his hand, and did not know where the strength came from, she suddenly rushed up and grabbed his **** hand.

The knife was caught off the ground.

She froze for a moment, and immediately picked up the knife.

His father's eyes were red, "Give me the knife."

The girl looked at her mother in the pool of blood and rushed forward: "You are going to die."

The blood-stained knife was thrust into her father's abdomen fiercely by him. He fell and pointed at her with **** fingers: "You--"

She pulled out the knife violently, backed away, and fell heavily on the ground. She bowed her head stunned, looking at the knife in her hand, and the blood in her hand.

She murdered ...

Jiang Minchang fell, closed his eyes, and blood flowed from his body to the ground, and meandered to the ground.

She killed her father ...

She shouted in tears and cried, but she dared not make a sound, and shivered in the corner, holding her knees, burying her head, and constantly rubbing the blood on the skirt of her school uniform.

"Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She heard someone calling him. The familiar voice was Qingyue's juvenile voice.

Shi Jin, Shi Jin is here.

She raised her head and saw a hand, white and slender, a beautiful hand, reaching out to her: "Come here, come to me."

She stared at him stunnedly, as if bewitched. The ghost stretched out her hand and took that beautiful hand.

He said: "Don't be afraid, I'll help you clean the skirt."

He squatted in front of her, wiped the blood from her skirt with his sleeve, and then stained his sleeve with blood.

"Shengsheng is good," the young man said quietly, "give me the knife."

She handed the knife to him in a daze, and then he leaned on her shoulder and turned around.

"Don't turn your head."

"Don't look."

She squatted on her back, trembling all over,

He carried her back and wiped the fingerprint on the handle of the knife, and repeated many times: "Sheng Sheng, don't read it."

"Shi Jin, is he dead?"

He didn't answer her, she cried low.

"Shi Jin."

"Shi Jin, I'm afraid."

"I'm not afraid." Her hand was held by one hand, a little cold, and after wiping the blood from her hand, behind the voice of the young Qing Yue, "Don't admit it, it's not you who killed."

No, she killed it.

She squatted on the ground, crying and calling his name.

"I'm here."

"Not afraid."

"Sheng Sheng."

"Don't be afraid, will I take you away?"

He took her hand, took her out of the flower room, looked up, and saw a man outside the flower room. The man was dyed with yellow hair and had a lot of tattoos on his neck. He was staring at them with a bag, carrying a bag on his body. After seeing it, he turned and ran away.

That man is Chen Jie, her scapegoat ...

Jiang Jiusheng suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly sat up.

Shi Jin at the pillow almost woke up at the same time: "Sheng Sheng."

She lost her gaze and didn't respond at all.

"Sheng Sheng," Shi Jin turned on the bedside lamp, took her into her arms, and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "Did you dream?"

She was stunned for a long time, and looked up: "Shi Jin, I remembered everything. I remembered everything."

Shi Jin fixed his eyes on the land.

She looked at his eyes and muttered: "I smoked your leftover cigarette, drank the brandy in your glass, the yellow peach I loved, you bought it for me, your knife, I handed it to you. "

It turned out that she learned from smoking and drinking too. She didn't like yellow peach, but a teenager who liked to buy her yellow peach ice cream.

She is not a hand control, just like his hand, the hand that took her out of the nightmare.

She smiled, her eyes obsessed, and looked at Shi Jin: "So, I used to like you so much."

Shi Jin nodded: "Well, you like me very much."

She nestled in his arms, her eyes quiet, like a self-talk: "And my mother, she is very beautiful and speaks softly."

When she mentioned her mother, she smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth.

Then she smiled and condensed: "Jiang Minchang loved me very much before. I don't know when it started to change." She looked down and stared at her hand. "I killed him personally."

Shi Jin hugged her and tightened her strength.

She was silent for a long time, and looked up: "But," she murmured, "Shi Jin, he also wanted to kill me ..."

That's right, those eyes, her father's eyes when holding the knife, when they looked at her, there were cruel, murderous inside.

But want to die?

She thought about it carefully, recalling all the details of that scene, and her breathing became more and more rapid.

Shi Jin was in her ear and told her: "Jiang Minchang is still dead, Sheng Sheng, don't blame you, it's not your fault, it's all his bad."

She didn't seem to hear it, her head was down, her eyelashes were trembling, she had lost her soul for a long time, then she put her hand on the quilt, subconsciously wiped it, and looked at her palm again: "It won't wipe off, it's bloody."

In front of me, it was full of shocking red, and I wondered whether the dream was awake, true or false.

Shi Jin held her shoulder: "Sheng Sheng."

"Sheng Sheng."

She didn't respond at all, staring at her hand and lost her soul.

Shi Jin took her hand and wiped her: "No blood, no more, I will wipe it off for you."

"Erase them all."

"No blood."

She began to hallucinate.

In mid-July, Jiang Jiusheng was diagnosed with mild depression. She could not sleep, was in a trance, had hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, and she had suspended all other activities except for the shooting of Project Three. There was not much work left for the filming. She coordinated with the crew and finished the filming within a week.

Shi Jin pushed all the work and kept her unbroken.

When there was no filming, she would not go anywhere, staying at home, if Shi Jin did not come to talk to her, she would not say a word all day, no matter how Jiang Bomei was so happy, she just touched its head , Not as it said to train it.

Shi Jin hasn't been to the hospital for five days. Xiao Yi's phone has been called many times. Shi Jin will send it at the beginning, and then he will just hang up.

Jiang Jiusheng received it once, saying that there was an emergency patient, but before Xiao Yi finished, Shi Jin cut off the phone.

"Dr. Shi," she said with a serious tone, "you go to the hospital, I'm fine, I don't need to accompany."

Shi Jin shook her head, her attitude was not loose. She was sitting in a hanging chair. Shi Jin held her two hands and squatted. She kissed the back of her hand and said to her, "Even if there is no me in the hospital, there are many others. Doctor, but you are different, "he raised his head and reached out to brush her profile." You only have me. "

Chang Ming, um, it's not easy, I will know later.

The identity of the Wen family's flower house and Sheng Sheng's identity will be revealed soon.

Close your eyes and pray: President Gu is more than 100,000 in one breath!

(End of this chapter)