Chapter 4 third quarter

Her panic seemed to subside, her tears stopped, but her headache still persisted. "When did it start to hurt? Did it start when you woke up?" Regarding his question, she put her head in her hands and shrank her neck to answer: "When I woke up, I just felt a little dazed, and it started to hurt when I was talking to you just now." She tried to keep her head still as she spoke, almost as if holding a bomb. "In short, it seems that you'd better go back and lie down. I'll go and see if there is any medicine." He gently took her arm and led her to the room with the bed.

"It's okay, I can go by myself." Now that she said that, he let go of his hand and turned back to the kitchen.The custom-made cabinets, the drawers of the operating table, wherever he could think of, he searched meticulously. It was all the usual kitchen stuff—dish soap, scouring pads, pipe cleaners, brushes with handles, scouring powder, garbage bags.These things are thrown randomly in the big drawer.There is a one-handled saucepan and an amphora on the shelf. Between opening and closing the drawer and sliding the door, he found that his brain began to function freely, and he no longer had to stop to confirm the name of the item.As soon as you see something, the name will immediately emerge.Perhaps, he thought, the same was true of memory.However, his memory was still blank, and just like before, he couldn't even remember his own name.This is where?who is that girlWhy did it become like this?He still doesn't understand.When you think about it, you don't know what it will be like?Will it restore all the memories at once?Or will you recall it bit by bit?

This combined kitchen is integrated and looks like it should work well, but the storage space is not large.He didn't find anything that looked like medicine.In the end, only the narrow cabinet under the operating table was left. He opened it and saw that it was also empty, except for the drainpipe extending to the floor in a twisted U-shape. He was about to close the door when he suddenly noticed something inside the door.In fact, it is not a special thing, but a small plastic grid, which can be inserted into it to avoid danger and easy to take out.It's a grid, he knows that, the question is, what kind of grid is it?The thing was in front of his eyes now, on the grid, with the wooden handle facing him.

He reached out to take it out, he really wanted to...but he couldn't.Can't remember the name of this thing either.What is this called?He seems to know, seems to be able to remember immediately, but... "Sharp, very sharp blade towards him, surrounded by...spread blood." He hesitated a little, feeling that it would be very painful if he remembered it, for example... yes, it was like pulling out an arrow that was shot into the body, the wound would be smaller if you didn't pull it out. "You can't touch it with your hands. Just put it there and don't move it. The police will also take fingerprints."

He was startled suddenly, and only then came back to his senses.Holding the sliding door of the cabinet with his hand, he seemed to be absent-minded for two or three seconds. totem.The term suddenly appeared, totem?Is this the name of the thing plugged into this grid? After staring for a while, he closed the door.What he was looking for was medicine. He turned to the sideboard against the opposite wall.The high-backed sideboard, divided into upper and lower parts, is white, with glass doors on the upper part and drawers and sliding doors on the lower part.The inner side of the glass door is divided into several shelves, and the tableware is arranged. There are not many things: five or six plates, two sets of coffee cups, and half a dozen glasses.As soon as the door was opened, the smell came out. It was a new cabinet.In the drawers and sliding doors in the lower half, nothing resembling medicine was found.Only some canned, bottled, bagged dry goods and fast food.that is it.

"No, I can't find anything that can relieve the pain." He stood by the door of the cubicle and only poked his head into the room and said to her who was lying on the bed. She lay neatly, her hands gripping the edge of the blanket like a child. "Does it still hurt?" She moved her jaw slightly for a nod. "Lie down and don't move, it's a little better." The curtains are still drawn, but because the windows are open, the temperature in the room seems to have risen a lot, and it even feels a little stuffy. "Will it be hot?" he asked. She shook her head slightly on the pillow.

"It's cold," she replied, "I'm chilled all over." Even standing by the door and watching from a distance, one could see that her face had turned sour.Although he didn't know whether it was due to the pain or the main cause of the pain, it was obvious that finding medicine slowly would not be able to solve it, he thought. "Let's go to the doctor, okay?" Unexpectedly, she replied immediately: "No." "why?" "It's too embarrassing." He was startled. "Too embarrassing?" "Yes. Get drunk, spend the night with a stranger in a strange place, and don't remember anything when I wake up in the morning. I don't have the nerve to say such things. I will definitely be laughed to death."

He took a deep breath and remained calm. "Do you have any memories of being drunk?" If so, it would open a window out of this current state of mystery.If she does have memories of being drunk, it means that her current state might just be a joke. However, she said: "I don't remember anything." "Then why do you say you were drunk?" "How could a situation like this happen if you weren't drunk?" Then, she added in a crying voice, "It's a shame..." He leaned against the open door and moved his eyes to the window. It's a shame - isn't it?It turned out that this is such a conventional feeling, he was even a little angry.Waking up early in the morning, sleeping on the same bed with a strange man, the two of them couldn't even remember their own names, there was something similar to the number engraved on their arms inexplicably, and one of them had a headache to death, and she actually said " what a shame".

He turned his eyes back to her and said as calmly as possible: "Miss, we have lost our memory now." "Loss of memory?" "Yes, it's not the aftereffect of a hangover. And there is a strange thing with a similar number on the arm. What do you think it could be? Now you can't just say something embarrassing and give up calling for help." As he said that, he suddenly realized that he also pinned his hopes on this kind of optimistic thought—if he just waited and watched for a while, he should remember everything.So, he didn't yell, didn't rush out of the house, and just leisurely looked for some painkillers here.

In fact, hidden behind that is the consciousness of "if you panic and call for help, you will be embarrassed at that time, and that's so annoying".In other words, I am actually just like her.It wasn't until she put it into words that he realized it. "I'm sorry, I feel as embarrassed as you. But you look really bad. If you let it go, it might get worse. At this critical moment, it's better to endure a little trouble and ask for help. Otherwise, call an ambulance." It would be quicker than wandering aimlessly for a doctor. A telephone was mounted on the wall beyond the TV.He was about to walk over there, but she whispered, "Do you know the address here? If you don't know, the ambulance won't come."

He patted his forehead suddenly: "That's right." "Besides, that phone doesn't work," she murmured. He stared at her seriously on the bed. "Have you tried it?" She shook her head, and immediately wrinkled her face as if being pricked by a needle. "Then, how do you know it can't be used?" "It's just a hunch..." He picked up the microphone and held it to his ear, and there was a buzzing sound. "Okay..." We can get through, he was about to say that when he suddenly felt dizzy, and another scene flashed in his mind - the microphone was dropped on the floor, someone picked it up, and said - "The phone line was cut." "The phone is cut off." Although her eyes were directed at him, they were not focused. He put the microphone back and hung up. "Are you okay IIba?" She still looked at him blankly. He leaned over, put his hands on the edge of the blanket, and looked at her carefully. "Are you okay?" With such a shout, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she wanted to shrink back in fright, but her face was contorted in pain. "Do you remember what you just said?" "Me? What did I say?" Even if you look closely, it is still a pair of clear eyes - without the slightest shadow.Her eyes widened, looking back at him soberly. "This is strange. There are too many strange facts. I think a doctor is still needed." As soon as he got out of bed, she said, "I'm not so bad I can't stand five minutes." "so what?" "First of all, you'd better clean up the vase before you step on the debris and get hurt." He turned his head and glanced at the debris, nodded and said, "Got it. There seems to be a rag in the bathroom, so I'll wipe the floor as well. Is that all?" "If you're going out to find someone for help, you'd better change your clothes first." Then he remembered that he was still in pajamas. "As ordered." It's infuriating how well judged a woman is, he thought, as he began to pick up pieces of the vase.