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The night wind blew through the treetops, and the dense foliage rustled, with one or two pieces falling down, falling on the elegant black hair.

He raised his hand slowly, little by little, a little bit hard, but finally, gently hugged her waist.

At this moment, late at night,

People are quiet.

She was in his arms again.

He bowed his head close to her, her eyes closed and her breathing was deep.

"Zhen Yi?"

"Huh?" She moved a little, seeming unconscious.

"you've been drinking?"

"Ok."

"Have you called me?"

"Yes." She opened her eyes, her eyes slowly moved up, and fell on his face, a little sad, "But you ignored me."

His eyes deepened, frowning almost imperceptibly:

"Then, who did you call later?"

"My sister."

"Oh, I never seem to hear you mention it." He used a chatting tone, "What's her name?"

"Zhen Xin."

"Your sister, what did she tell you?"

"She said let me protect my grandfather, and said that with my ability, I can definitely hide it."

"what do you say?"

"I don't want to. I want to call the police, but my elder sister scolds me. She said she was the one who protected me when I was a child. I couldn't help protecting my family." Zhen Yi sniffed her nose. "She said she never wanted to take care of me again."

"She, what did you hide?"

"Withholding" she lowered her head against his chest and said in pain and whisper, "My head hurts." She pulled it back with one hand and knocked her head hard. "It's vague and unclear."

"Don't think about it." His hand reached into her hair, held her head, and lowered her jaw against her temples, holding her tightly.

His voice was low, and said in her ear, "Zhen Yi, don't think about it."

"Why can't you remember?" She struggled.

"Don't think about it! Zhen Yi, you only hear my voice, don't think about anything else; just listen to me." He stuck to her ear and hypnotized the person for the first time without permission.

Gradually, she no longer moved, calmed down, and her fists slowly loosened, sliding down his chest weakly.

"Zhen Yi, listen to me, Zhen Yi!"

"Huh?" She was angry.

"In the future, if you want to ask Zhen Xin something, ask me first, OK? First find the speech. The speech. I promise, I will never get the call again." "Zhen Yi, remember, find words first."

""

"Promise me, don't look for Zhen Xin, first look for words. Zhen Yi, promise me."

He made a mistake. Although it is difficult to open your heart, it should not be so estranged from her that it caused the situation today.

"Okay." She responded humbly and weakly. Slowly, the whole person slid down along him, stopped her by her words, and regained her arms.

Because of an anxious effort, she was brought back violently, her lips rubbing over his cheeks, sliding all the way across her neck, and finally stopped on the collarbone. Breathe evenly and warmly.

The words seemed to be electrocuted and stayed still for a few seconds.

She held her breath without any traces before hug her again.

She was as soft as a cup of yarn, and he was in his arms. The quiet and white face is beautiful and picturesque in the moonlight.

"I'm sorry, Zhen Yi. I'm sorry." He clasped her head and repeated it over and over again, "Sorry, I should take the initiative to call you, sorry."

He closed his eyes and said to himself at the bottom of his heart that he must care about her in the future, yes.

He took off his coat, wrapped her, and laid her flat on the grass.

She closed her eyes and slept peacefully;

Will late anti-hypnosis work?

The first time he was confused, he looked down at her and saw her peaceful sleep, but he calmed down again.

In fact, for her face, the memory is always clear, even remembering any of her expressions; in fact, with such extraordinary memory, even remember the feeling of kissing her.

The expression lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows.

She was always calm, but when she saw her 8 years later, she was confused. All the memories related to her were vivid. He turned to Professor Zhen very calmly, but she was too busy in those few months. He visited Xiaolou the 11th time before meeting her.

He called and said, "Hey," he recognized her voice, and she didn't seem to remember him.

Thirty minutes after putting down the phone, his thoughts were switched between empty and bumpy, and he couldn't stop. Finally went to the small building.

Sitting in the study, watching her jump out of a disheveled dress, arrogantly putting his windbreaker on fire, comforting Grandpa with a light voice like a wind chime, he was having trouble breathing and closed the door.

But later she chased him behind the windbreaker, 8 years away, close at hand, but he didn't even have the courage to look back at her.

At this moment, Zhen Yi was lying beside him, just like the girl who was lying in the middle of the road watching the stars that year, beautiful and delicate.

The expression bowed her head, a little closer to her lips, at a distance of one millimeter, the breath blended together, but it did not finally fall. Only gently said: "Zhen Yi, sleep well. I will do my best."

He lay down flat, looking at the starry sky and the dense acacia tree.

It's so quiet.

"I remember, you said you want to count the leaves of this tree together." His white face was calm and clear, looking at the crown of the tree, writing lightly, "At most once, count to 12221. When you just appeared, count to 3745 "

Coincidentally today, met here.

In fact, it is not a coincidence. Every once in a while, he would lie under the tree and count the leaves while everyone was asleep.

This year's rain was unexpected, this is the seventh rain.

Zhen Yi stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of the mental sanatorium and stared blankly. Outside, the rain washes the grass, a clear green. The defeated cherry blossoms fell on the steps, piecemeal.

Today, people with neuropathy can't let go of the wind. It is estimated that they protested one by one with dissatisfaction. I don't know how the nurse should coax them.

She had nothing in her mind, and she had no idea. She vaguely felt that she had done something wrong, but her memory was very vague.

There was a soft door push behind her, and she was startled.

Looking back, it was the words that came in.

"Xiao Ke said you are looking for me?"

She "huh" uttered and said nothing.

I woke up this morning in my grandfather's small building, alone, but she vaguely remembered seeing him last night and did not know if she had accidentally said anything.

She kept silent and waited quietly and patiently.

He saw it at first glance, and she was in a bad situation. The moment she opened the door, she turned back, her expression blank and panic, like a patient who was deeply frightened. Although it calmed down in an instant, it was still wrong. I haven't seen it for a few hours. Her eyes are deep, her eye sockets are deep, and there are small bubbles on her lips. From head to toe, she is listless, like a languishing eggplant.

She stood in front of him with her head down, her shoulders broken;

After setting her up last night, he left. Did not wait there to wait for her to wake up and ask her, fearing that she would be frightened;

This morning I was a little uneasy at work and worried about her condition. Fortunately, she really came.

He sighed softly in his heart, not knowing how many times Zhen Yi appeared last night, but he must pay more attention to her and care about her in the future. Although it may be difficult for him, he will try his best.

He asked slowly: "What happened?"

As soon as he heard his gentle voice, she wanted to cry.

She lowered her head lower and held back, her voice as thin as a mosquito: "I just want to see you."

The expression was a little stunned.

One second of silence was so long, Zhen Yi smiled bitterly in her heart, but fortunately she was clever, "I just want to see you" is really an ambiguous sentence, and can be subtly added: "I just want to see you, doctor."

He said nothing: "Is there something you want to consult me?"

"Well." Why did it feel so decadent at this time.

He just wanted to see him, but he couldn't tell the truth honestly. It was not that she lacked the courage to be young, but that he was no longer young.

Facing someone's fiance, she dared not go far. And the unconscious hug last night made her deeply blame herself, and felt that she looked abominable like cheating.

But there were too many things at the cousin's house yesterday, she couldn't remember it, she had to resort to the help of a psychologist, she couldn't believe other doctors.

She told herself that she trusted him so much, but only because of his professionalism and confidentiality as a doctor.

The wind blew in from the window, and her heart was slightly cold.

Consciously walked to the deck chair and fell asleep.

In an instant, both body and mind feel tired. She stared blankly at the light blue roof and muttered: "I had a nightmare last night."

He gently pulled the chair and sat down: "What kind of dream is it?"

"I" She suppressed the pain in her heart and frowned fiercely, "There is a little girl, she is standing in the forest, her head is rotten. She looks at me, her eyes are dark, and she keeps dark ask me"

She took a deep breath and her tears filled.

"What did she ask?" Yan Ge's voice was smooth and gentle.

"She asked: 'Why did you throw me into the mountains? Some mice bite me, it hurts, look at my hand.'" Zhen Yi whimpered, sad and pitiful, "then she raised her arm The hand was bitten by a rat stray dog ​​with only one bone left. "

"How long has this dream lasted? Or, only last night."

"Only last night."

"Last night, what happened? Why did the little girl in the dream question you and threw her into the mountain?"

"Because" Zhen Yi covered his eyes with his back, his lips were pale and trembling violently; before he spoke, the tears fell down, "because I might have done so."

Tears flowed into the river, flowing silently.

She dared not look at him with her eyes covered. She was so sinful and so ugly that she didn't know what kind of eyes he would treat her.

She didn't dare to think about it. She was so ashamed and humble at heart, she disgusted herself.

There is no criticism, or even evaluation, and the voice is still flat and clear: "What happened, did you do it?"

His question was really forgiving, not asking why she did it, but asking what drove her to do it.

Zhen Yi became more sad and whimpered; he did not persuade or disturb, and sat quietly and waited forgively.

The rain fell outside the window, and the wind blew in, with the coolness of the rain. Yan Ge got up and took the blanket and covered her. She rolled into the blanket and buried her face and continued to whine.

She cried her face into a big cat, and finally cried enough before she took her hand away in shame and looked at him miserably.

He was dressed in white and sat safely. Jun Yan Qing Jun, brows and pale eyes, Heichan Zhan's eyes looked at her gently and lightly, without harshness.

"I knew it, I can tell you." She choked with tears and wiped her tears.

The expression was deep in his eyes for a moment, and he said nothing.

She really didn't change much. Laughter, haha, and laughter spread for ten miles; crying, crying, wretched and miserable, and heart-wrenching; childlike straight to go, or that sincere heart.

He saw her not crying and handed her a handkerchief.

She seemed to be tired of crying, but her reaction was dull. Her black and white eyes looked at him with watery eyes, a little ignorant. She rarely had such innocent and silly eyes, and his heart was inexplicably poked with a finger.

Thinking of being nice to her, he raised his handkerchief and wiped her face.

His hands were light and the handkerchief was soft. She was numb again. Her heart jumped suddenly in her chest and she swallowed nervously:

"Speech, why are you so good to me suddenly?"

Without saying a word, she saw her coming back and put her handkerchief on her palm.

She took her own tears and gradually spoke, saying that she was drunk and received a call from Cui Fei, but when it came to the key part, she couldn't speak. She only remembered to call the speech, and then things were very vague.

Zhen Yi was disturbed while speaking.

Tens of kilograms of heavy stones are already in her heart. If there is even a little regret, disapproval, negation or discomfort in the words, even a little bit will hurt her and push her already regretful into deeper hell.

From beginning to end, he didn't.

He only asked: "Can't you remember what happened after you called me?"

"Ok."

"Then do you remember the feeling at that time?"

Zhen Yi tried hard to think back: "It seems that he is exhausted and struggling."

"Why are you struggling?"

"Cui Fei, Qi Xingyuan, aunt, and her are negotiating to throw away Ai Xiaoying. I refuse, but they ignore me."

"She? Who is she?"

"I can't remember, it seems that there is a fourth person. She has been giving orders to me, and I don't listen, so she made orders to give orders to others. What am I talking about?" Zhen Yi rubbed his forehead. How drunk was I? "

The speech was silent, and after a second, he asked again: "Are you involved?"

"I was planning to follow my cousin first, hold her steady, support them, and go to investigate the scene, because I doubt the truth. I saw that the wound on Sakura's head was hit by the paperweight you sent me. They were not reminded, because when the police found out later, they could find out and make key evidence. Also, they wanted to throw away Sakura naked, and I asked them to wrap her bath towels. I should be prepared to follow the aunt to clean up Yes, so I can check what ’s wrong. But I do n’t know why, I did n’t do it. I ca n’t remember. ”She looked up and looked at him sadly.

After listening quietly, he thought, if she does n’t remember, she is actually good to her.

"Speech," she said softly, "I really don't know what happened to me yesterday? I remember the mood after seeing the corpse, shocked, doubtful, thinking about the plan, but I don't know why, what I do after I finish the phone call I ca n’t remember. "

Words: "Before calling, can you describe Ai Xiaoying's wound?"

Zhen Yi's eyes were red, and he tried hard to recall that Ai Xiaoying's head had many scars smashed, messy, different shades, and deep places were very deep; the whole neck was red, with irregular pinches, like a lot of pinches Times.

Yange listened to her description and said, "Sounds like, the murderer may have an aggressive personality disorder."

"Why do you say that?" Zhen Yi straightened up.

"It doesn't take so much violence to kill a little girl." He said flatly.

"I knew that there was a trace of suspicion in my heart at that time, my grandfather, he would not kill." Zhen Yi somehow breathless, holding his breath,

Just listen to Yange and then say: "Your grandfather actually had a mild personality disorder before suffering from Alzheimer's disease."

"Personality disorder? What do you mean?"

"Your grandfather's social ability is very low, he is avoiding everything except philosophy, he will shrink back when doing things, and he is very passive in doing things. In essence, he is actually very timid, or can be said, very gentle." Yan Ge Tao, "And with few exceptions, individual personality is stable."

Zhen Yi's heart froze: "So?"

"If Professor Zhen missed or was angry and pushed the child for a while, where the child bumped and died, it is possible; but if he killed the child in the way you described, it is unlikely."

Zhen Yi roared in her head and covered her head fiercely: "Yeah, that's how it should be. But, what was I doing at that time? Clearly thought of doubt? What's going on?"

Yange held her hand: "Zhen Yi, don't think about it!"

His hands were too warm, she froze, looked up at him, puzzled.

"Well, I mean, you are drunk, these memories are not in a hurry, maybe, it will gradually come to mind later."

"Really?" But she was very anxious, and suddenly remembered the previous police officer's proposal to Song Yi, "Can shallow hypnosis help people remember the details of specific scenes?"

"Yes." Yan Yan raised his eyes, "Do you want to try?"

Zhen Yi nodded vigorously.

The floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains had already been drawn, and the sound of drizzle was shut outside, slightly distant and distant.

Zhen Yi was lying in a rocking chair, her eyes closed, relaxed and comfortable, and her thoughts were like gauze in the wind. The surroundings were very dark and quiet, and only the pleasant voice was smooth and gentle, like a gentle but calm leader, and took her a little bit to go back to that place somewhere in memory.

She walked to the room at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the villa and pushed open the door.

"Zhen Yi, what did you see?" He asked.

She saw, "Ai Xiaoying lay very conspicuously on the ground, white skirt, red leather shoes, and open dark eyes."

She did not dare to take a look at that time, but the picture was frozen at the moment.

"What does she look like?"

Zhen Yi closed her eyes and described: "Hair is a little curly, tied into two braids and tied with a white bow. The hair is coagulated due to blood clots, it is wrong to wear white, wait a minute," she looked back, "Sakura The bow is wrong. "

"What's wrong?"

"The two bows are tied differently!"

After the child's mother tied her bow, who had tied another one again? why?

Yan Ge saw that her breathing was fast, and she reached out to hold her cool fist. Zhen Yi felt a warm hand and touched the bottom of her heart. A flat voice came from her ear: "Do n’t think about it, look first. Somewhere else. "

Her heart calmed down and she looked around. "There are a lot of blood stains on the carpet. There are also blood drops on the legs of the coffee table and the legs of the sofa. The shape and distribution are very regular."

It stands to reason that this should not be the case.

Damn, she noticed it at first glance, why did she forget it later? Was it just because of drunkenness that her memory was confused?

Her emotions were ups and downs again, but his warm palms pressed harder, holding her as if holding her heart.

Zhen Yi's attention moved to Sakura's body again. "The princess dress's bud ribbon was pasted with grass leaves, and there was a trace of dirt on her shoes. She was carrying a red children's Xiaokun bag. The bag was open and there was a lace skirt , Necklace earrings and crown ... "

and also

Zhen Yi frowned deeply. She didn't look carefully for the first time. But after she called back, she seemed to have taken a few more glances. Why couldn't you remember it?

Yange knew it was over, and some memories did not belong to her.

"Zhen Yi!" He stood up sharply, grabbing her by the shoulder, very hard and very nervous, "Zhen Yi, stop watching, open your eyes, look at me!"

Zhen Yi slowly opened her eyes and looked at him quietly.

Yan's heart was inexplicably cold, and her fingers gently released her shoulder.

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