Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Ghost

To be honest, I have no feeling for this kind of nagging bridge.After returning to the house, I have no intention of going to work. If I don't find my wife, I'm afraid I won't have the heart to do anything.It was already seven o'clock in the morning, eight hours had passed since his wife disappeared. After sitting on the bed for a while, my mind was getting more and more confused, so I got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.With hot water pouring down my head, I closed my eyes and tried to relax my body and calm my mind so that I could sort out all the clues.Turn the time back to 10:30 last night, and reproduce the scene from the perspective of a third party: when the bell rang for the first time: the wife was sitting on the bedside reading a book, heard the doorbell, and knew that her husband was taking a bath. to open the door.

Doubtful point: But at that time the husband did not hear the sound of his wife going to open the door.Then it can be inferred that the husband heard the doorbell, but the wife did not, but the doorbell was loud enough for the people in the bedroom to hear.There is a contradiction here. If you want to solve this contradiction, you can assume that the wife was standing outside the gate when the bell rang for the first time, and it was she who rang the bell. This can explain why the husband saw will be the wife.Of course, there are still many doubts about this assumption, that is, why the wife went out suddenly, why she closed the door without the key, and so on.

The second time the bell rang: the husband thought his wife was in the bedroom, so he still waited for his wife to open the door first, but the actual situation was that when the husband went to open the door, he saw that the wife was still outside.There are even more doubts here: In such a short period of time, why did the wife appear outside the gate for the second time?And locked the door again without the key? The third time the bell rang: there was a knock on the door outside, and the husband went back to the bedroom, where he saw his wife in a state of panic.The doorbell was ringing, the husband comforted his wife, and quickly went to open the door, only to find his wife standing outside.Doubt: This is no longer a doubt, but a completely unexplainable proposition.

When the bell rang for the fourth time: the husband directly opened the door and went out to search, but failed. He returned to the bedroom and found his wife standing on the bay window, and then watched her fly out of the bay window.Doubts: Who is knocking on the door outside?Why did the wife suddenly commit suicide?Why do you say "don't look for me" to your husband?Unexplainable things: the wife flew out of the window, no body was found below, and no trace was found in the entire community, it seemed that the world had evaporated. When I got here, I felt like I couldn't go on anymore.Looking at what happened to me from the perspective of a third party is a method I often use.

For me, this method is very effective in both work and human relations, and can help me sort out all the clues in extremely complicated situations.But this time it won't work.Because doubts can also be explained by creating possibilities, but what about those seemingly impossible things?For example, my wife was outside the door and in the bedroom at the same time; and things like disappearing from the bay window completely subverted my world view, which can no longer be seen clearly from a third-party perspective. Reflexively, I turned off the tap and started squeezing body wash onto the pouf.Because there is no hot water to shower, I feel very cold, but suddenly I feel something is wrong, because it is not very cold, but very cold, like a cold wind blowing on my body continuously, but the question is where does this wind come from?

The bath ball touched my body, it was icy cold, and I shivered again.Perhaps, is there really a ghost?Was that thing knocking on the door last night a ghost?It turned into my wife and went into the bedroom and my wife saw another version of herself and thought it was her self in the mirror that ran out and smashed the mirror on the dresser?However, she found that the other self was still there, so she was at a loss, and the ghost ran out of the door again, knocked on the door again, and I opened the door again to let the ghost in.In the bedroom, my wife saw the second self, close to collapse, and then I went to open the door again, and the wife saw the third self. Just like this, she finally couldn't bear it, collapsed, climbed up the bay window, and wanted to commit suicide?And before committing suicide, she was sober for a moment and told me not to look for her again, because she didn't want me to live with a ghost that changed into her appearance in the future?

We are always used to pushing unexplained problems to ghosts or aliens. This is a psychological defense mode used by the human mind. Although it cannot solve any practical problems, it at least allows us to continue with our lives with peace of mind. I didn't expect that as a psychiatrist, I would use this method to deal with the problems I faced one day, but I knew very well that this was just a temporary escape, and I was always the one who would never give up until I investigated He Ning, this stubborn temper is innate and will never change. Slap! Suddenly, the feeling from the back of my neck told me that something was suddenly placed there. Under the conditioned reflex, my hand touched it, and my head was raised at the same time, wanting to see the ceiling of the shower room Something fell from it.

My hand touched a cold thing, but it was pulled away in an instant, and there was nothing on the ceiling, and there was no trace of anything falling. I turned my head in an instant, and there was nothing behind me. However, the feeling of staying in my hand told me that I just touched the cold thing on my neck, which seemed to be a few fingers. I raised my hand and held it in front of my eyes carefully for a while, thinking, is there something wrong with the feeling on my fingers?How could there be a hand on the back of my neck in this enclosed shower?This is absolutely impossible.The illusion is definitely an illusion caused by psychological pressure and excessive fatigue!

Maybe, I should take a good rest, and then use a lot of energy to solve this matter again. Or maybe, after I fell asleep, my wife came back in good health? Thinking of this, I quickly finished rinsing and went back to the bedroom.It was already dawn outside the window, but it was gloomy, and it looked like it was going to rain. I closed the bay window, drew the curtains, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep drowsily. The doorbell... knocking on the door I got out of bed half asleep and walked across the living room to open the door.The pungent smell of blood penetrated into my nostrils first, and then a face dripping with blood jumped into my eyes, sticking tightly to my face. I took a step back, and after seeing who it was, I yelled: "Xin Jie!" The roar pulled me up from the bed, that damned dream, that damned nightmarish doorbell!No, the doorbell can still be heard, and it is no longer a dream. Someone is indeed ringing the doorbell outside, accompanied by a violent knock on the door.I put on a coat, walked quickly to the living room and opened the door, there was a drenched man standing outside, it was Ling Zhijie.

"Why don't you bring an umbrella?" I blurted out. Ling Zhijie didn't answer me, and stepped into the room, hung the soaked leather jacket on the coat hook, kicked off the leather shoes, put on cotton mops, and shouted at me: "Where's Xin Jie? Still haven't come back?" Looking at his cropped hair that was drenched by the rain, he waved his hand, "There is a dry towel in the bathroom, go and wipe it off." Ling Zhijie entered the bathroom, I plugged in the kettle and prepared to make a cup of coffee.After Ling Zhijie came out of the bathroom, he leaned on the sofa and kept making gestures with his hands on his chest. The posture was very weird. After making gestures for a while, he asked in a very slow voice: "A-Ning, tell the truth Me, how is your relationship with her recently?"

"You already asked this question yesterday." I didn't care what he was gesticulating, I just went to get coffee from the cabinet.This is my personal habit. I must drink a cup of coffee after waking up, so that my mind can wake up in a short period of time. "I asked, but I want to ask you again, so you have to answer me seriously." I stopped what I was doing, looked at him seriously and said, "Okay, I will tell you seriously, Before I went into the bathroom yesterday, my relationship with her has been very good recently, and she is also used to the life of staying at home. A few days ago, she told me that she feels very happy now and wants to have another child……" "Okay!" Ling Zhijie interrupted me, stood up from the sofa, walked in front of me, handed his hands to me, and said coldly, "How do you explain this?" I froze for a moment, not knowing what he meant by stretching out his hands, but I quickly saw clearly that he was holding something in his hand, which was a very thin thing, which was propped open by his two hands , pulled into a straight line, and then longer and longer until the arms are fully extended. "Hair?!" I exclaimed. "Sticked to the wall of the shower room, you, a psychiatrist, would ignore such an obvious thing?" I just noticed that Ling Zhijie's expression had completely changed when he said this, and he was no longer the kind of trusting person. , but a kind of contempt or even ridicule, as if I had become the so-called criminal suspect he often mentioned. Looking at this long hair, I immediately understood the meaning of his expression. I don't know what else to say, this long hair that appeared out of nowhere has already led Ling Zhijie's thinking to another path - - a path that casts extreme doubt on me. "He Ning, you really don't want to say anything about this?" I was silent. "Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to have a look around the house. During this time, you can think about how to explain this hair to me, and all the things you are hiding from me." I gave a wry smile and replied, "What else can I hide from you? The details of having sex with Xin Jie?" Ling Zhijie was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned his head, looked at me with an incredulous expression, and suddenly said sharply: "You know it yourself!" "What do you know?! What can I know?! I don't know where the fuck that hair came from. Don't look at me with that look!" "You don't know? Haha, don't forget what happened three years ago. If you could do that three years ago, you won't be able to do it three years later?" Three years ago... Three years ago... I really didn't expect Ling Zhijie to mention the words "three years ago" again. This is a scar that will never be erased. Even if the huge and hideous wound is stitched up , as long as you touch it lightly, it will be bloody and bloody. I couldn't help trembling, I opened my mouth, but couldn't speak.Because of the incident three years ago, we did hide some things from Ling Zhijie, and those things could never be told to him, not only for his own good, but also for ourselves, for everyone. I watched Ling Zhijie constantly shuttling between the living room, kitchen, utility room, balcony, nanny's room, and master bedroom, and finally put all the small things on the glass coffee table in front of the sofa, showing them to me one by one, and ask where they came from. When the last item - a Mentholatum lip balm was confirmed by me, he leaned on the sofa, took a long breath, and then said to me in a normal tone: "Ah Ning, as a normal man, I can understand you, as your best partner since childhood, I have always trusted you unconditionally. But now, Xin Jie has disappeared, according to what you said, disappeared strangely! If you really If you want to find her, you should tell me everything you know..." "what do you want to say in the end?" "Whose hair is that? Who is that woman?" "There is no woman! Except Xinjie! I swear to God! I swear to Lingyu! Okay?!" After my hoarse roar, Ling Zhijie finally gave up completely, lay on the sofa like a dead fish, closed his eyes, then opened them again, looked at me, closed his eyes again, opened them, and looked at me both Everyone stopped talking, and the silence continued.I looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon, and I finally couldn't help breaking the dead silence, "How about it? How about contacting now? I'll contact her friend first, and you can contact the one in your hometown." side?" "Okay." "By the way, don't let his father know about the disappearance, just go around and ask, see if Xin Jie has gone back." "I have my own measure."