The girl's eyes widened in extreme fear, but she could not utter a single cry. The girl's eyes gradually lost focus and finally froze on his face. She died so easily ...
He winced coldly, feeling the sky spinning before his eyes.
By the time he came to his senses, the scene in front of him had completely disappeared in favor of a dimly lit KFC restaurant.
Yes, this is the KFC restaurant.
He could see the prominent KFC logo above the counter and the old white man's head.
But the restaurant was virtually empty except for him, with a man on the far left dozing on the table and a man on the right leaning against the wall, head down on his cell phone.
He glanced out the window; it was as gloomy as black, and there wasn't even a single pedestrian under the lone streetlight. He looked at himself again - dressed in blue pajamas, no drinks or food on the table, just a pink cosmetic bag.
"Am I dreaming?"
"Is it the middle of the night?"
"Why am I sitting here?"
Question after question popped into his head, but he couldn't recall why he was here at all.
He rubbed his muddled head hard, hoping it was still a dream.
A waitress who was cleaning asked with concern as she passed by him, "Mr. Wu, where are you unwell? Do you need help?"
His heart shook as he looked at the waiter in confusion, "You called me, Mr. Wu?"
"Yeah."
"So what do I call Wu?"
"How do I know what your name is, you often come here I just know that your last name is Wu ..." The waiter looked at him in surprise, seemingly sensing that this man is a bit abnormal.
He also felt so out of sorts that he forgot his own name.
While this was going on, a young woman in her twenties pushed her way into the store.
The woman stood in the doorway anxiously looking around, until she saw him at a glance, the woman seemed relieved and hurried over, "So you're here ah, caused me to look for it, thought you had lost it, but scared me to death." He looked at the woman suspiciously, his mind had no memory of her, "Are you, looking for me? I, don't know you."
"I'm Lynn, ah, Bai Ruolin." The woman explained patiently.
He still didn't think of it, but from the woman's tone, they seemed to know each other quite well.
"Are we friends?" He asked.
We're living together now, I'm your girlfriend, you can't even remember that, can you?" Wakabayashi looked at him worriedly.
"Then how did I get here and not remember anything?"
"You were sleepwalking again and I had no idea when you left the house. I woke up in the middle of the night and realized you weren't beside me or in your room, it all freaked me out and I rushed out to look for you, luckily you didn't get too far."
"And who the hell am I? Why can't I remember at all!" He asked anxiously.
Your name is Wu Fan, you are a reporter of the legal column of Jiangzhou Evening News. A year ago, you were involved in a serious car accident, you were in a coma for more than a month before you woke up, and then you lay in the hospital bed for most of the year before you slowly recovered, your body is now basically recovered, but it left some after-effects."
"Suffering from amnesia?"
"Well, there's sleepwalking. But you only do that when you have an attack, and the doctors say it's dissociative amnesia. When you have an attack you forget a lot of things from the past, you don't even remember who you are or who you know. Recently you've had a lot fewer episodes, and today's like this might be caused by the sudden increase in work pressure since you just went back to work, take some medicine first, and find some time in the next two days, I'll accompany you to go see the doctor again."
Bai Ruolin took out a small pill bottle from her bag, asked the waiter to bring a cup of water, and poured two tablets from the bottle for Wu Fan to take.
After a while, Wu Fan felt a bit more comfortable. His mind wasn't as empty as it was before, and it slowly began to be filled with various memories, a feeling that made him feel much more grounded.
But there were still many things he couldn't remember, such as the car accident and the hospitalization for treatment, which remained blank in his mind.
But no matter what, even if there were only tattered memories it was still better than not being able to remember anything, at least he knew that his name was Wu Fan, and that he had a considerate girlfriend.
The only thing that disturbed him was the nightmare he had just had, so real that it haunted him.
Suddenly Bai Ruolin laughed excitedly, "How come you didn't forget to buy me cosmetics when you were sleepwalking, where did you buy this?"
It turned out to be Bai Ruolin who saw that cosmetic bag on the table.
Wu Fan didn't have half an impression of this cosmetic bag, he wondered that he hadn't forgotten to bring money when he went out in his pajamas?
He reached out and took a look at the bag, which was printed with the English letters "Medea", and did not know what brand, he was about to take out the cosmetics inside, but when he touched it with his hand, he felt that something was not right.
He looked down into the bag and what was placed inside was actually a water cup with a lid. Unscrewing the lid, there was actually a cup full of crimson red liquid inside.
His hand shivered and he pulled it out of the bag as if it had been bitten by a snake.
"What's wrong?" Bai Ruolin looked at Wu Fan in confusion.
"Nothing, still have a bit of a headache." Wu Fan casually beat a dead horse, "Let's go home first."
Bai Ruolin didn't think much of it and helped him leave the KFC restaurant.
They lived not far from here, just a two-block walk away. The two rented a one-bedroom apartment on the 25th floor of the condominium. The floor was a bit high, but the good thing about it was that it had a great view of a few nearby streets, as well as a view of the foggy cityscape in the distance.
As soon as Wu Fan arrived home, he rushed into the bathroom and took out the glass of water filled with red liquid from his cosmetic bag to examine it.
He shook the cup a few times and felt that the liquid it contained was thicker than water. He carefully unscrewed the lid of the cup and passed it next to his nose to smell it.
A fishy-sweet smell slammed into his nostrils.
He scrambled to raise his head.
He looked at his blank-faced self in the dresser mirror, his mind blank and without a clue.
The only thing he could remember was the nightmare.
It gave him a bad feeling.
The bathroom door was suddenly knocked on, sending him into a shiver. Bai Ruolin's concerned voice came from outside the door, "How are you, are you still uncomfortable?"
He hastily hid the cup behind his back and replied loudly, "It's okay, I'll be fine in a minute."
Fortunately, Bai Ruolin didn't push the door in. He was slightly relieved to see that his face in the mirror was white with fear, as if he had done something unseemly.
He looked at the cup and after a little thought, he hastily poured the liquid in the cup into the toilet and let the water flush out. Then he turned on the faucet of the sink and repeatedly rinsed the inside of the cup until no more traces could be seen, and only then did he feel relieved to stuff the cup into the cabinet, tiptoe out of the bathroom, and return to the bedroom.
Bai Ruolin didn't notice anything unusual and was still thinking about where her makeup had gone.
Wu Fan perfunctorily said that is the supermarket promotional giveaways, worthless, let him throw away, back to him to buy good. This is how to put off this big trouble to the past.
After that, Wu Fan took a sleeping pill and lay down on the bed and squinted for another sleep. The day had already dawned, just when he was about to wake up, he dreamt of that girl again, those big eyes gazing at him made his heart palpitate, fortunately at this time, Bai Ruolin woke him up for breakfast.
He ate two hurried bites and left for work.
Despite the time constraints, he first went to the KFC store he had been to last night the waitress on the night shift hadn't turned in yet. He carefully inquired if he had taken anything when he entered the store last night.
The waitress recalled and said, "You were carrying a bag, oh, it seems to be a pink paper bag, the kind that contains cosmetics. After you entered the store, you went directly to the window seat and sat down, at that time you looked a little abnormal, may be not too comfortable, I went over to say hello to you, you also said some inexplicable words."
Wu Fan could now be sure that the cup was exactly what he had brought into the store, but it was unknown from where he had brought it.
That bad feeling came back to the forefront.
He walked out of the KFC store in a depressed manner, seeing that he was going to be late before he hastened his pace.
Fortunately, where to work has not forgotten, he along with the crowd of people at work crowded into the subway station, took eight stops to Jiangzhou Newspaper.
Into the hall of the editorial office, I saw a head quite large, wearing small glasses, short and chubby middle-aged man is standing on tiptoe backhanded there, he is the boss of the editorial department Guo Chaoyang - people send nickname Guo Da Doudou. "The first quality that a good journalist should have is the sense of smell, do you understand the sense of smell? The hot news you catch should be like a bowl of braised pork that makes people smell appetizing and can't stop eating, so that readers are willing to read on. You say that if your things rancid, let people smell on the stomach, read your article has become a torture, who has the disease still want to see ah. That's why I emphasize again and again the importance of the news sense of smell, you have to be good at it and dare to smell it ..."
Guo big head shook his head while talking, while patrolling his men, just happened to turn to the direction of the doorway, he saw the huffing and puffing Wu Fan, the two small eyes behind his glasses immediately shot out a ferocious light, "I can smell a rancid smell right now, the one who made me recoil from my tormentor has finally come! Come on, come on, look at the headline article you published in the legal column in the last issue, and the big headline ..."
Big Head Guo said as he yanked a newspaper from the table and read it aloud, "'Nineteen-year-old female fan chased a hawker all the way for printing plutonium coins with the head of her idol, Song Ki' Tell me, what does this have to do with the rule of law?"
Wu Fan thought for a moment and said, "It's not right to hit people."
Guo Da Dau was almost pissed off, and for the next half an hour Guo Da Dau was cursing Wu Fan, almost in alien language.
Wu Fan listened drowsily, the series of scares last night had tossed him to exhaustion, and now he couldn't care less about being depressed. The two sleeping pills he had taken in the latter part of the night had peaked in strength, so he wanted to find a place to take a nap.
Finally waited until the big head of Guo scolded the pain, back of the small hand contentedly left, Wu Fan just hurried back to their own office seat, do not dare to lie down to sleep, for fear of letting the big head of Guo see another scolding, had to hold his head to doze off.
In a daze he felt a soft hand pushing him, he opened his eyes with a jolt and turned around to see the female reporter Shu Chang sitting at the desk behind him.
Shu Chang is a gold medal reporter in the editorial department, the front is convex and back, a pair of long legs is even more people want to get into the wrong, looks really comfortable, even Guo Da Doudou so picky men are often borrowed to praise her excellent work in the name of the name of and her close to.
Shu smiled and asked him, "Brother Wu, did you work overtime with your girlfriend all night last night? Today, Big Head had the audacity to be late for his morning meeting, he was worried about finding someone to vent to, and you ended up hitting the bull's-eye."
Seeing Shu Chang smiling ambiguously, Wu Fan knew that she must have thought wrongly, "I just had insomnia last night, it's not what you think."
"Really?" Shu crooked that exquisite face, squinted those big cunning eyes to observe for a while, and suddenly laughed as if she had discovered a new continent, "In that case, you weren't with your girlfriend last night, but with ..."
Wu Fan folded his hands together and worshiped her repeatedly, "You can spare me, sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm not the kind of person who starts and stops things." .
"Really?" Shu smiled oddly, "Then who were you looking for when you just sat there writing your cell phone number for half a day?"
"What cell phone number did I write?" Wu Fan was baffled.
Shu Chang pointed to the manuscript paper on his desk. Only then did Wu Fan realize with surprise that the originally blank manuscript paper was densely filled with a whole page of numbers, but they were all written with the same number - 1500228****.
It looks a bit like a cell phone number.
"Did I write all these numbers?" Wu Fan asked Shu.
"Of course you wrote it, is it still mine. You just kept writing there with your head stuffed, like you were possessed, and you didn't say a word even when I talked to you."
"I just dozed off."
"Forget it, don't I understand you men, the more you are weak, the more you love to lie." Shu Chang looked disbelieving and fully utilized her flexible brain, "I guess you must be very torn right now, repeatedly pondering whether or not to call this number. This number definitely can't be your girlfriend's, nor can it be a man, then it must be some other woman. As for why you are torn, only you know. Whether it could be related to your insomnia last night, it's hard to say."
Wu Fan completely surrendered, "Please sister, it's really not what you think. I don't even know who this cell phone number belongs to, I just wrote it off the top of my head."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then try calling this number, dare you prove it, put it on speakerphone oh."
"What wouldn't I dare, I'm frank and open." Wu Fan was squeezed out of his temper by Shu Chang, on the other hand, he was really curious whether this string of numbers was the cell phone number of any person or not.
He took out his cell phone and lost the numbers one by one, he didn't expect to really dial, he casually opened the speakerphone and deliberately showed Shu, after a few rings, someone did answer.
A young woman's voice came over the microphone, "Who is this, please?"
Wu Fan was instantly dumbfounded.
Shu covered her mouth and smiled dully at him.
The woman paused for a moment, and after hearing no reply, she added, "I am Fu Xueqing from the Jiangzhou Criminal Police. What is it that you are looking for me for?"
Wu Fan was startled and hurriedly hung up the phone.
Shu couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "Sis really underestimated you, actually picking up all the female police officers in the criminal police force, awesome!"
Wu Fan was busy saying, "This is purely a misunderstanding, I don't know this person at all ah."
"Okay, okay, you're still honest in my mind. It's nothing for a man to relax outside once in a while. I'll just keep your secret for you."
Wu Fan wanted to continue explaining, but Shu Chang had already left with a smile on his face and went to work on something else.
Wu Fan was incredibly depressed. He didn't remember writing the numbers on the manuscript paper at all, but it was indeed his handwriting. What puzzled him the most was that it was actually a string of cell phone numbers, and it was also a female criminal police officer's cell phone number.
Could it be that he knew this woman? But he didn't have any impression of the name Yukari.
Considering how much he had been through in the past two days, he thought it would be better to go to the doctor early.
That afternoon he took time off work and asked Bai Ruolin to accompany him to the doctor.
Wu Fan's current attending doctor is called Lu Heng, said to be the younger brother of the famous psychiatrist Ding Qian, although not yet thirty years old, but highly skilled, is the deputy chief physician of the psychiatric department of Jiangzhou City Center Hospital.
He was very knowledgeable about Wu Fan's condition and listened patiently to his account of the problems he had recently encountered.
Wu Fan told Lu Heng all about his nightmares, sleepwalking, and writing out his cell phone number in a haphazard manner.
Dr. Lu patiently listened to Wu Fan's complaints, found out his case file, drew out a few CTs of his brain and placed them on the table, explaining to Wu Fan, "These are the photos taken during your treatment in the neurology department after you were injured in the car accident, and they show that the mass in your brain tissue has basically disappeared, but the hippocampus, which is located between the thalamus and the medial temporal lobe of the brain, has suffered a permanent trauma. "
"What does this mean, does it have something to do with my memory loss and sleepwalking?" Wu Fan asked.
"The hippocampus is mainly responsible for functions such as storage conversion and orientation of long term memories, which means that once this area is damaged, it is possible that your past memories will partially disappear or disappear completely, and due to perceptual disorganization, indirectly, you will experience symptoms such as sleepwalking."
"Then is it possible for me to return to normal?" This was Wu Fan's main concern.
"This is not easy to say, the degree of damage to the hippocampus of your brain cannot be given an accurate judgment with the current level of medical science, it is possible that your past memories will gradually recover, or they may never recover. Fortunately, your program memory has not been damaged, that is to say, your daily behavior and thinking ability have returned to normal, and will not affect your future life. What really bothers you at the moment, I think, is rather your mental state, such as your nightmares, anxiety, and brief cognitive disorganization. Sleepwalking symptoms belong to post-traumatic stress disorder, and my job is to help you adjust your mind to the current state, and in time, your nightmares and various discomforts will naturally disappear."
"Then why am I dreaming of murder?"
"Well ...," Lu Heng pondered for a moment, his brows slightly locked, making Wu Fan a little nervous.
"There are many reasons for this." Lu Heng said, "I'll guess for now, it could be that you heard something, imagined something or got some kind of shock before you lost your memory, and after you lost your memory from the head injury, these fragments were hidden in your preconscious and subconscious mind, and would be amplified in the form of a nightmare when you're anxious. But don't worry, I'll prescribe you some medicine to calm your mind and replenish your brain. You take it for a period of time to see the effect, and we'll decide on the next step of the treatment plan."
Although Dr. Lu explained the source of Wu Fan's nightmares, there seemed to be no effective solution. Moreover, Wu Fan himself knew very well that the cup was real and not a nightmare, and how exactly that cup appeared is still a mystery now.
Back home at night, before going to sleep, Wu Fan followed the doctor's advice and took the medicine, but the nightmare still came unexpectedly.
He had the same dream again.
Wu Fan woke up from the dream when it was the latter part of the night, the window and the room were dark, his girlfriend was sleeping beside him, and the silence around him was as if nothing existed, he was covered in a cold sweat, and felt a fear that he had never felt before.
He forced himself to calm down. The good thing was that this time he wasn't sleepwalking or forgetting who he was, he could recall every horrific detail of the nightmare, the only thing that was a little different was that he also dreamed of some strange patterns and numbers interspersed throughout the dream, what exactly were they all he couldn't remember, the only thing he was sure of was that the cell phone number of the policewoman appeared in his dream as well.
If we speculate according to Dr. Lu's explanation, it was possible that this cell phone number was known to him before he lost his memory, and it was unknown as to what relationship he had with this female criminal police officer named Fu Xueqing.
Thinking of this, Wu Fan suddenly came up with an idea.
Could the strange and bizarre things he dreamed of be fragments of memories of the past hidden in his subconscious? If he could recall what he dreamed of after he was awake and follow the trail, would he be able to retrieve his past memories?
The idea is good, but it's hard to do, and who can control their dreams?
The only way he could think of was to have a pen and a piece of paper ready and hope that he could pick it up and write out what he dreamed while sleepwalking like he did at noon. Anything, as long as it was written down.
He wanted to try.
He got up and took another sleeping pill, then lay still waiting for another human sleep...-
(onom.) crashing sound
The alarm of his cell phone suddenly woke him up.
Wu Fan opened his eyes and realized that it was already dawn.
My girlfriend was already up and was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. She was a photographer for a modeling agency, working irregular hours and was home for the past two days.
Wu Fan lay awake for a moment, yanking himself back from the fragmented mess of his dream. Just as he tried to sit up, he suddenly saw a pencil in his hand.
He hesitated for a moment, snapping back to what he had intended when he woke up in the middle of the night; had he really written something again?
He looked to the nightstand and realized that the piece of paper was gone. Bushan went back to the female
He hurriedly looked around and finally found the piece of paper under the bed. He picked up the paper and saw a few words written on it in a crooked manner - Ouyang Shanshan.
It looked like a person's name, but he had never heard it before.
While eating breakfast, he asked Bai Ruolin, consciously or unconsciously, if she knew someone named Ouyang Shanshan.
"Ouyang Shanshan?" Bai Ruolin shook her head without thinking, "Never heard of it." The
"Are you sure?" Wu Fan asked. Big
"Yeah, there are still a few with the surname Ouyang, if I've heard of this person, I definitely can't forget it." Wu Fan thought about it, but he wasn't going to stop there. His girlfriend's words reminded him, and another method secretly came to mind.
After Wu Fan arrived at the newspaper, he began to use his own resources as a reporter to look for anyone named Ouyang Shanshan within the boundaries of downtown Jiangzhou. There were few people with compound surnames, and the likelihood of repeated names and surnames was even smaller, so it was easy to investigate.
Kung Fu, after a lot of effort, actually really found out a person called Ouyang Shanshan, in the fifth middle school in Jiangzhou City.
So he left the newspaper in a hurry in the name of running news, map positioning to find the fifth middle school in Jiangzhou City. This is the largest middle school in Jiangzhou City, with a middle school and a high school respectively.
Wu Fan took out his press card and mixed into the campus, asking the students passing by about Ouyang Shanshan, not expecting this person to be quite famous, soon there was a warm-hearted girl who took the initiative to bring Wu Fan to the door of the junior classroom of the third (1) classroom, shouting loudly towards the inside: "Ouyang Shanshan, a reporter wants to interview you about how you were the No. 1 in the city in the exam last time!"
Wu Fan didn't say that, and he didn't bother to correct it. However, he didn't expect that the person he was looking for was still just a middle schooler, which made him a bit discouraged.
When he thought that the other party was also a schoolteacher, he couldn't help but project in his mind how peculiar this Shan Shan student's looks should be by using the formula that looks and IQ were inversely proportional to each other.
"Are you the one looking for me?" A lazy voice characteristic of a schoolteacher interrupted Wu Fan's reverie.
He fixed his eyes on a small girl walking in front of him.
Petite, just developing, and innocent looking, it was very different from what he had imagined.
A pair of big dark eyes under the little girl's bangs surveyed Wu Fan a little impatiently.
Wu Fan was also looking at her, thinking that she looked familiar, but it was clear that he didn't recognize her.
He winced violently.
The schoolgirl in front of him turned out to look very similar, no, exactly the same, to the girl in his temporal dream!
How in heaven's name can something so unthinkable happen?
He stared blankly at the girl, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The little girl sensed that his eyes were not quite right, and sized him up rather skeptically, "Uncle, are you really a reporter?" "Oh, yes ... yes, I am a reporter from Jiangzhou Evening News." Wu Fan came back to his senses and said hurriedly, also pulling out his reporter's license to prove it.
"How boring, what do I have to interview, I have neither seen justice nor given up my seat to the old grandpa, a delinquent girl like me, even if the school doesn't expel me, I should be given a major demerit and my parents should be approached. On the contrary, you guys don't do anything, but also publicize me for everyone to learn, really can't figure out what you adults are thinking." Ouyang Shanshan skimmed her small mouth, a cynical look at a young age.
"Then how did you get the top spot in the city?" Wu Fan asked curiously.
"Because I have an IQ of one hundred and seventy-five, which has already reached the genius standard, and my percentage in the population is below zero point two percent, coupled with the rote memorization test mode that hides my lack of creativity as well as social experience, so the fact that I got the number one spot in the city isn't something to be boasted about, but rather a side reflection of the major drawbacks that exist in the current education, so the most important thing that you should be interview is the principal of our school, not me."
Wu Fan suddenly felt the heavenly thunder rolling over his head, and dared to run into a little monster.