memory hole

An angry expression or something, so it doesn't look suspicious, right?I also wonder why I can be calm.But the hell is, I don't remember talking to him on the phone at all, and I don't even have his number saved in my phone. "

They looked at each other for a few seconds, and Zhong Xian continued: "I was also surprised, how could he call me? There must be a mistake."

"You don't have a problem with your recent memory."

"I still know it. The person in front of you who has a memory problem used to have an excellent memory. He can remember every detail clearly. He is a troublemaker."

"Then when did your memory go wrong? Haven't you seen a doctor?"

"I have seen it. I asked a friend to introduce a famous doctor. The first one was a Chinese medicine doctor. He said that I might be suffering from depression. It is difficult to prove this kind of mental function problem with any physical examination data. I know that the doctor's diagnosis result is purely blind. Guess, but I still obediently took the medicine according to his prescription, Chinese medicine and Western medicine mixed together, this kind of medicine just makes you stupid and makes you forget things, you know? On the one hand, I long to forget, so I would rather pretend to be stupid Taking medicine, isn’t this mentality what the doctor should be most concerned about? Then I found a second doctor, who gave me a physical examination and even asked me to check for AIDS.” Zhong Xian laughed loudly.He pointed to his head, "Nobody bothers to find out the real problem. They just want to fool this patient, earn his money, and live their own lives. Sorry, I seem agitated."

"Is it possible that Xiao Zhu called you, but you really forgot?" Officer Deng emphasized this point again.

"Am I not clear? More than half a year ago, I didn't have such a bad memory." Zhong Xian said, "If he really called, I should remember. However," he thought for a while, "It's been too long, If he just called to talk about clients and work, I guess he may have forgotten it now, because many colleagues will report to me. Maybe he left the job, but there is still work that has not been handed over clearly, so he called me again. If there is such a phone call, it is at most these work matters, and we have no other intersections. Am I talking too much, what am I now? Surrounding people, witnesses, suspects?"

"It's nothing." Officer Deng said, "I'm sitting on your sofa now, just want to be your friend." Officer Deng still spoke as if he was talking to a friend. "Not a person in a case."

Maybe this policeman really thinks so. As he said, he is a novice in the police force. He is still relatively "immature" in facing crimes. He doesn't like to take over such boring and bad cases. Even his The case that the boss didn't care about, just treated it as an insignificant trouble and handed it over to a novice, and he would rather make friends than the case, and didn't devote his mind to solving the case.Zhong Xian waved his hand: "I will think about it again. I think you should check if there is an error in the call record. Why the record is wrong, it may be more correct to investigate in this direction."

"I will check again." Officer Deng said.He stood up from the sofa and looked towards the direction of the balcony. The wind outside was blowing some black things flying over, "Maybe it's hard to sleep tonight, with the sound of the wind."

"In this kind of wind, I will sleep more peacefully." Zhong Xian said.He kept his eyes on the TV, because the football game went to a penalty shootout at the end.They watched the game together intently and said nothing more.The wine ran out quickly.

Officer Deng picked up the trauma spray: "Spray it again, go to sleep, and I can see if you have any other problems tomorrow morning." Zhong Xian still held the wine glass in one hand, and his injured right foot was placed on the sofa.Officer Deng lifted his soft bathrobe and sprayed it lightly on his right leg a few times. "Are you still on that antidepressant?" he asked.

Zhong Xian put the wine glass in his hand on the coffee table, "Eat what you want, and don't if you don't want to." He said, "I probably know subconsciously that I don't have that disease."

"Then what disease do you think you are?"

Zhong Xian seemed to want to laugh.

"You may not be sick at all." Officer Deng said.

"I'm not sick." Zhong Xian also said, "But I hope to be sick, because only sickness can be cured."

Officer Deng looked at him as if he didn't understand. "What do you want to heal?"

Zhong Xian still had a smile on his face, "I want to take medicine again."

"Why?" Police Officer Deng actually broke the casserole and asked the truth.

Zhong Xian sat up straight on the sofa: "If your life is about to end, what is your most regretful thing in your life?"

Officer Deng looked into his eyes, and it was unavoidable that the topic jumped again. "We don't seem to be halfway through our lives."

"I mean hypothetical."

"If you're going to die now..." Officer Deng thought about it seriously, and quickly replied, "I'll regret not falling in love with someone once. How about you?"

Zhong Xian stared at Police Officer Deng with an expression that seemed to be mocking him: "Have you never been in a relationship?"

"I mean a passionate one." Officer Deng explained, "You probably think that I will say that I don't have a successful career. If you don't assume that I am going to die now, I really think that I regard making achievements as my life." Big thing. But what you are asking is the most regrettable thing, the first one, if I am really going to die now, I feel from the bottom of my heart, that is the most regrettable thing. What about you?"

"I'm sorry... I didn't resist." It took Zhong Xian a long time to give this answer.

"Resist what?"

"Resist the people who bullied me when I was a child."

"That's it?" Police Officer Deng looked dissatisfied.

Zhong Xian rubbed his hair: "There are too many regrets, and I can't pick which one can be ranked first."

"You're playing a rogue." Officer Deng said, "Another way of asking, what is the happiest thing you have experienced so far?"

Zhong Xian put on a look of serious thinking: "The first time I made 100 million and that."

Officer Deng was stunned for a moment and smiled, "It's Qian He...then why did you drive Miss Yang away?"

Zhong Xian didn't answer, he yawned on the sofa. "Go to sleep." Officer Deng came over and put an arm under his armpit. 'Don't help me. 'Zhong Xian was about to say this, but he didn't say it.Officer Deng's arm had already passed through his armpit, wrapped around his waist, and held his other hand.That arm was so strong that it lifted him steadily from the sofa.

"Thank you," he said.

23

The next morning, the typhoon had weakened significantly.The rain was falling in disorder, and the sky was still overcast like a big black quilt.

Zhong Xian couldn't sleep peacefully all night.It was the first time in two years that someone other than himself had slept on the bed in his new apartment.

Only then did he realize that he was caught in his own whirlpool again.He always felt that he really wanted Officer Deng to leave his home, but on the other hand he allowed him to keep approaching him.

It's like he always wanted to forget, but desperately tried to remember what he had forgotten.Such a completely contradictory state is his real illness.

At dawn, before the typhoon abated, he fell asleep unconsciously.Officer Deng slept about 30 centimeters away from him. He wanted to use his arm more than once to measure the distance between them, but he held back.

He closed the electric curtains, which had been a feature for two years—he had no habit of closing them to sleep.In the pitch-black darkness, someone was sleeping beside him.

He woke up at 8:30. He probably only slept for three or four hours, but Officer Deng had already left.I left a message on his WeChat, saying to go to work, and told him to call him immediately if he felt any discomfort after waking up.

Zhong Xian really wanted to vomit.But he didn't think it was a concussion.He got up and cooked himself a bowl of noodles.

Then he called Dake, who wanted to tell him what happened yesterday and clarify his thoughts.

After Dake heard it, his tone changed: "You let that police officer live in your house? You can say that you are inconvenient or something, anyway, there are reasons to drive him away."

"I can't make him go."

"Why not."

"That's so obvious. Like I have something to hide."

"That's right." Dake seemed to be convinced, but Zhong Xian began to doubt whether he really tried his best.Dake looked distressed: "He said that Xiao Zhu's last call was to you? What's going on? I haven't heard you tell me about it."

"I didn't talk to him on the phone, what did I talk to you about?"

"But there's no possibility of mistakes in the call records."

"How is it impossible? Is there any software that allows the number to be displayed according to the perpetrator's wishes, just like those fraudulent calls. It shows that 10086 is actually not from that number at all."

"But who among us has this ability? Why would someone with this ability target you? Don't talk nonsense. And you said on the record that he called you, so it is even more impossible to make a mistake, that is, to call you Talk."

It does seem to be the case. "But I really can't remember." Zhong Xian said helplessly.

"That police officer is suspicious of you!" Dake concluded. "Little Zhu has been missing for half a year, and he is probably dead. If it is a homicide case, your suspicion..."

"Don't scare me!" Zhong Xian was a little angry.

"I'm thinking about you. Brother, we have to take precautions before they happen. You said that Sir Deng regarded you as a friend?"

"Yes."

"Don't trust him!"

24

Zhong Xian sat motionless in the dining chair throughout the morning.Only had a few bites for breakfast.After some ideological struggle, he took out a bag of traditional Chinese medicine from the refrigerator,