The river is about to burn the mountain

"I am not sure…"

His words made Song Xinghui's wrist pause, and he doubted: "Not sure?"

This "dream" appeared more than once in Song Xinghui's case book, so it can be said that he is very familiar with the scene in this dream.Because in the first two years, all the memories of this blind child stopped on this road.

And the narrative about this "nightmare starting point" has never changed: on a rainy night, he ran away from home and ran on that road, and Ji Xia was coaxed into Zhao Yonglin's car with him.

All the memories from then on were cut off at the waist and put into a black box.

Seeing that Ji Qiuhan's eyelashes were drooping down, Song Xinghui seemed to be questioning himself, and he asked guidingly: "Which element in the scene has changed? It made you have such uncertain doubts?"

"Yes... the girl in the dream is running... but their faces are blurred than before...,"

"girl?"

Song Xinghui felt strange about this word: "Do you think the person in the dream is not your sister Ji Xia?"

"It's Ji Xia, but the rain is so heavy that I can't even see my own face...,"

Ji Qiuhan's eyes seemed to be covered with an indistinct mist as he tried to recall the dream: "...But it's different. In the past, I was in front, and Ji Xia was chasing me... But in the recent dream, both of them running..."

"Why are you running?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Ji Qiuhan felt like a balloon whose air had been sucked out, he shook his head sadly: "I don't know, she seems to be in a panic, she dragged me and kept running..."

Song Xinghui recorded that for Ji Qiuhan, he said "that girl" for a while, and said it was Ji Xia for a while, obviously doubting the identity of the character in the scene in the dream, but suddenly brought in the No of "she pulled me" in the explanation. .1 weighing.

Song Xinghui felt that Ji Qiuhan had just fallen into a slight degree of memory confusion, and when he wanted to ask again if he could see the girl's face clearly, he suddenly noticed the short and inconspicuous sentence in his pen: "They have become blurred. "

"Okay, let's drink some water first."

Song Xinghui clasped the pen without a trace, and pushed the water glass on the table closer to Ji Qiuhan who was trying to remember.

"This dream is nothing more than a mixed mirror image of the cases you investigated in the past and your memory."

"It's like your memory state some time ago became turbulent and unstable under intense stimulation, with gaps and faults. And some of your previous cases left you with deep memory points, and they took advantage of your memory confusion When the "fillers" come in, plot projections happen, and these dreams aren't real."

Ji Qiuhan was startled when he heard that. "…not real…?"

"You also said that their faces became blurred in the dream, didn't you? It's impossible for you to forget Ji Xia's appearance and yourself. Then their blurring in the scene can only mean that things that didn't really happen. It's just yours." After the memory is confused, it merges with other memories and "constructs" the dream, so the characters and plot are blurred."

Song Xinghui's tone was the same as his eyes, giving people a sense of convincing.

Song Xinghui asked him again: "If you think about it again, can you clearly see Ji Xia's face in the dream?"

The dream itself was blurry, Ji Qiuhan traced back in vain, he could only shake his head in the end.

"…I see."

Maybe he was too tired from the 7.11 case recently. Although Ji Qiuhan felt that he must have forgotten something, he really couldn't remember it.

After the treatment, Song Xinghui stopped Jiang Zhan before leaving, expressing that he wanted to talk to him alone.

After closing the study door, Song Xinghui took off his glasses tiredly, unlike before.

"From the point of view of his mental state, he is not seriously ill at present, and his recovery progress is also very good, and he no longer obviously resists seeing me, which shows that he is sober."

But Song Xinghui turned around and said: "But just now, he said that in a certain dream, his memory became blurred."

Jiang Zhan noticed the doubt between Song Xinghui's brows.

He asked, "What does this mean?"

Song Xinghui thought about it in his heart. In fact, he had been thinking about this problem since the beginning of the treatment, but now he obviously still had a way to give a completely reasonable explanation.

"According to common sense, the dream of the road is his real experience, and it has been repeated over the years and has been fixed, and it will not change. Unless... a new "variable" appeared and changed his memory."

After finishing speaking, Song Xinghui frowned. The past 16 years of cases did not change the dream, and Ji Qiuhan didn't investigate any new cases recently. How could there be new variables suddenly?

Song Xinghui pondered for a long time before saying, "Maybe I'm thinking too much."

He said to Jiang Zhan: "But the good thing so far is that he has not awakened new scene memories. At least this shows that without Ji Xia, his memory can indeed stagnate. Regarding the black box in the 5.23 days on May 33, it can be in him forever. Sleeping in the head."

However, anyone can see that this method has obvious and unavoidable drawbacks.

"Professor Song, doesn't this mean that there is always a time bomb ambushed in his memory? When will it detonate again, we can't..."

"Mr. Jiang," Song Xinghui interrupted him. He was nearly fifty years old, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes appeared clear without his glasses.

"It's the best way at the moment,"

Song Xinghui said: "I know that Mr. Jiang has doubts about giving up the treatment plan of intervention, but I want to say that this plan was not drawn up by me alone. My mentor and I finally got it after nearly a year of psychotherapy. We jointly decided to abandon the desensitization intervention on Ji Qiuhan's memory of 5.23."

"This decision violated the requirements of the police who were eager to solve the case at the time. We were all under great pressure, but..."

Song Xinghui has always given the impression of being calm and professional, he rarely gets stuck, but when it comes to this, this middle-aged man has a rare moment of compassion.

"My son is the same age as Ji Qiuhan, if not for the car accident later... So Ji Qiuhan is not just a patient to me, maybe during those two years, this child also gave me sustenance. "

Song Xinghui is a rational person, so he restrained his emotions quickly.

"So Mr. Jiang, I hope you can trust me. Ji Xia is no longer here. As long as he doesn't get violently stimulated again, this state is the best for him."

It was dusk to send Song Xinghui away to the south, Jiang Zhan returned to the living room, looked around but did not find Ji Qiuhan, the servant said that Mr. Ji had gone to the garden.

In winter, the evergreen trees on both sides of the cobblestone road are still green in branches. Jiang Zhan walked until he walked to a pavilion near Yuxiu Lake, only to see Ji Qiuhan and Yi Qian sitting under the pavilion.

"Brother Ji, I think Erhua is a lot heavier than before, and now she is fat..." Yi Qian saw Jiang Zhan while speaking, and hurriedly stood up straight and called brother.

Jiang Zhan went up the stairs, "It's so cold outside, why don't you bring some clothes for Brother Ji?"

Yi Qian has just come back from the company, and he is still wearing a well-fitting suit, which is not too thick, but he is used to seeing Jiang Zhan's expression, so he whispered: "...Brother, I see that Brother Ji is about to be covered by him now." It’s become a polar bear, and the wind can’t get in at all, besides, can Ji Ge’s sleeves be stuffed in…?”

After he finished speaking, he quickly picked up the Erhua on the stone table and jumped back a step, perfectly dodging Jiang Zhan's kick.

"If you don't clean up for three days, you will start to be poor,"

Yi Qian thought that his brother was in a good mood and didn't kick him enough to let it go, but who knew that Jiang Zhan raised his hand to catch him from the corner of the eye, Yi Qian quickly raised the cat and said: "...Brother! Brother, I was wrong! I am now It's not enough to take it off to Ji Ge...!"

As he spoke, he went to unbutton his shirt. This undelayed appearance made Ji Qiuhan, who was in a daze just now, want to laugh, "It's cold, do you believe what he said? Put it on, I'm joking with you. "

Seeing that Jiang Zhan also sat down, Yi Qian breathed a sigh of relief, "...Brother Ji, you don't know my brother well enough. He made me take off my pants and stood in the snow before."

Jiang Zhan snorted and said, "I think you miss you quite a bit, do you want to take it off and stand up again?" Yu; Xi; Du; Home.

Yi Qian suddenly felt that the fate of being a light bulb was too dangerous, and quickly gave the cat to Ji Qiuhan: "Brother, Brother Ji,... I suddenly remembered that I still have work, so you can talk slowly."

After Yi Qian left, Ji Qiuhan touched the kitten on his lap. Erhua's food in Jiangzhai recently was considered the peak of cat life. She gained a lot of weight, and her previously wrinkled fur became white and shiny.

Probably not so ugly in Jiang Zhan's eyes.

Ji Qiuhan asked: "What did Professor Song tell you?"

"It's nothing, just say that you're recovering pretty well now, don't get any more stimulation." Jiang Zhan said, "I know your worries, but Yi Qian has already used all channels to find out about Song Xinghui, and I also After careful inspection, there is no problem with his identity."

Even after several rounds of inspections, Jiang Zhan still came up with another plan.

"It's okay, if you still feel resistant to him, we can change the medical team. Wei Qi recommended me a professor in the field of PDST treatment in London, we can invite him..."

However, Ji Qiuhan shook his head and said, "No need for Jiang Zhan, as long as you have checked and found no problem. Professor Song is indeed the doctor who understands my condition best, and I can feel that...he has no malice toward me."

"Maybe that resistance comes from my memory...,"

Ji Qiuhan felt that as long as he tried to get close to the black box in his mind, he would feel an unknown force pushing him away.

"Maybe he was the person closest to my memory before, but I sometimes feel that that memory is out of my control."

Jiang Zhan remembered the key theory that Song Xinghui had said. Now it seems that Ji Qiuhan himself has not noticed Ji Xia's influence on him.

Whether it was Song Xinghui's repeated instructions, or Jiang Zhan's own intuition, he didn't want Ji Qiuhan to think about this issue any further.

"Okay baby, you can change it when you want, and tell me if you feel uncomfortable, you can ask for everything."

As Jiang Zhan said, he picked up the cat and prepared to take the man back, "But I think you've stretched your nerves too much recently... It's easy for me to take back those two hours, you know?"

His tone was half-joking, and Ji Qiuhan followed him to stand up and walk towards the main building, "Just take it back in two hours? I wanted to tell you that there was not enough time, but it seems hopeless?"

Jiang Zhan nodded sincerely, "But tonight the new chef should cook your favorite Sichuan cuisine, but I specially invited it from Songyun Brocade, can you make you happy?"

As long as he mentions a word of liking, this man can almost give it to him, Ji Qiuhan said: "Jiang Zhan, I'm really going to be raised as a canary by you..."

The man was obviously very happy to accept this compliment. The orange-red sunset in the sky sprinkled the carved corridor with golden sunlight. Jiang Zhan turned his head and leaned close to his thin auricle, and said in an extremely doting tone: "Then I can't ask for more, you Say what kind of cage do you want...? I'll make it for you now."