Chapter 32 Section 7

"My card, give it to you too!" Lin Fengchong led a team of police officers to search Sha Li's desk all afternoon, and was about to leave, so he handed the door card that Sha Li had handed over to Ning. Ning glanced at him and took it over. "You only have a day and a half—" Lin Fengchong looked at the twilight outside the window, smiled wryly, and changed his words, "You only have less than a day and a half." Ning said calmly: "Enough." She sent Lin Fengchong downstairs, and when she passed Si Miao's ward, she found that besides the original two armed policemen on duty, there were two more armed policemen with miniature submachine guns at the door.Lin Fengchong was very surprised and asked where they were from. They said that Commissioner Sang brought them and asked them to stay and guard Liu Simiao to prevent her from escaping.Lin Fengchong's face flushed immediately, and he wanted to get angry but couldn't find an excuse, so he shook hands with him solemnly, "Please!"

Seeing Lin Fengchong's back disappear, Ning returned to Si Miao's ward, swiped two cards in sequence, and opened the heavy iron door. Si Miao was sitting on the cold floor in the corner, holding the thermos pot with the cork open, staring blankly at the hot air coming out of the spout. Ning knelt down and asked, "Sister Si Miao, do you still feel cold?" Si Miao nodded lightly, "I want to go home..." Ning sighed, helped her sit back on the hospital bed, slowly took the thermos from her hand, and put it on the bedside table.Then I asked the nurse to bring dinner, fed her mouthful with a small spoon, and wiped her mouth with a small white towel.After she rested for a while, she said to her: "Sister Simiao, something has changed, and now I must hurry up to treat you and restore your memory as soon as possible... If everything goes well, you may be able to go home the day after tomorrow. You So far this afternoon, have you thought of anything else?"

Si Miao frowned, as if she had walked into a roadless forest in the middle of the night, anxious and frightened, she murmured after a long time: "Cold... lake water." Condensed a disappointed look, but as usual, she folded the pillow and quilt together and let Si Miao lean on her, "Sister Si Miao, you relax, we will start the treatment." The night wind blows into the room, although it is a bit cold, but it is very pleasant, so she didn't get up, and said to Si Miao: "Sister Si Miao, you breathe according to the rhythm I asked: exhale, exhale, exhale, exhale— Suck...very good, you are already relaxed, imagine this situation according to my description: you are sitting under the big tree in your childhood, with the dark blue night sky above your head, the breeze gently brushes your face, bringing bursts of The fragrance of the soil, very quiet, very quiet. When you raise your head, little stars are blinking, ah, clouds like white lotus flowers float from the sky, one, two, three, four..."

Ning's fingers were changing, as if they were strands of clouds. "When I count down from 10 to 0, you will fall asleep ... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0 ... all is quiet, just me and me His voice is with you—" Ning said. Si Miao closed her eyes, opened her lips, did not make a sound, but was clearly thinking: "I am you, you are me..." "Yes, I am you, and you are me." Ning smiled gratifiedly, "Next, I will read a sentence, which I will firmly remember and never forget—repeat it." "I want to read a sentence, I will firmly remember this sentence and never forget it." Si Miao repeated.

Implanting some memory distortion codes, these languages ​​are like anesthetics, so that when she recalls further, even if she encounters painful things, the pain will be greatly reduced. Ning said softly: "I am a victim, Xiangming will definitely forgive me—" Just as Si Miao was about to repeat, Ning raised her slender left index finger and stroked her lips, indicating that she hadn't finished speaking. Ning glanced out the window. Darkness is like bone marrow, thicker than ever.An unusually sinister sneer slipped across the corner of Ning's mouth, "Even if I killed someone—repeat."

Like a child lying in the cradle, Si Miao recounted verbatim—— I am a victim, and Xiang Tea will definitely forgive me—even if I kill someone.The chirping and buzzing sound resounded again in the darkness, and mixed with this sound was this tiny sound: Those who worked were working, and those who killed were killing.