The river is about to burn the mountain

The flames were intense and black smoke billowed in front of him.

Where is this...?

Ji Qiuhan opened his heavy eyelids with only a thin line of slits left. In a blur, he saw a sack burned in a big fire on the ground, and a pair of men's feet beside them. The flames diffused, and the dirty shoes were covered with blood.

The man touched his head: "Wait a minute, your sister is coming back."

The vision began to tremble, and tears gradually overflowed: "...No...,! You lied to me, the burned thing is dead, and she will not come back...!"

"—You're lying to me!!!"

With a heart-piercing cry, a pair of big hands broke through the fog and grabbed his clothes, pulling him away from the burning smoke that could not go away.

"Do not!!"

Ji Qiuhan on the chair suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

what happened to him?

The sweaty Ji Qiuhan still had palpitations, and his heart was still beating violently as if about to break through his chest. When he turned his head, he saw Song Xinghui walking over with a glass of warm water.

He had a splitting headache, but he remembered that today he had an appointment with Song Xinghui for medical treatment.

"Drink some warm water first, and calm down," Song Xinghui saw that the fingers he was about to raise were stiff: "You just woke up, and it is normal to have symptoms of muscle weakness and nervous drowsiness, which may last for two to four hours. Take a rest." It will recover naturally."

"what did you do to me?"

Ji Qiuhan noticed that his body's perception had become sluggish and numb at this moment, as if he couldn't mobilize his fingertips.

Song Xinghui pointed to him the cyan needle hole on his arm and the intravenous injection that was thrown away in the trash can: "You asked me to do hypnotherapy, you forgot? Your subconscious refused to cooperate the first two times, and then you asked I will perform drug hypnosis on you."

"Drug hypnosis exceeds the scope of the treatment method in the plan. You have also reported it to Mr. Jiang. You can view your call records."

Ji Qiuhan woke up the phone screen, and sure enough there was a recent 3-minute call to Jiang Zhan.

But why did it just happen that he didn't seem to remember?

Ji Qiuhan leaned back on his chair wearily: "Professor Song, what message did you get from the hypnosis?"

Song Xinghui shook his head, "In your subconscious mind, you are more guarded against the memory of that scene 16 years ago than I imagined. You didn't say anything. Since you first entered the hypnotic state, your senses seem to have been cut off as a whole. You can’t receive any information from the outside world, and naturally you can’t follow my guidance, it’s like you’re in a sensory closed environment, having a dream that only you know about.”

Song Xinghui played back the tape recorder, and the only thing that was hoarse was the sound of air flowing.

"What did you dream about in your dream?"

"A fire...," Mingming only had 5 minutes of memory, but when he wanted to go deep into the memory again, it seemed as if he was dragged away and locked into a black box. Let him chase after him, but the memory A little bit of dark cloud obscured the sun in front of him.

Ji Qiuhan shook his head, trying to get rid of the interference to recall: "...a big fire, Ji Xia was burned to death by him in a sack, and the person who burned her was Zhao Yonglin...,"

Song Xinghui listened, and the pen paused: "...Well, there is no new information, it is the same as what you said in front of us in 16 years and in the police station."

Ji Qiuhan was obviously taken aback: "...I said that 16 years ago?"

"Of course," Song Xinghui said, "so this is the truth about Ji Xia's death. She was burned to death by Zhao Yonglin. Now that you know, what are you looking for?"

Ji Qiuhan was silent for a long time, and the sunlight poured down on the floor through the four-lattice window. He said, "But why didn't Ji Xia be found in the burial pit? Where did Zhao Yonglin hide her body... I want to find out she."

The answer was not unexpected. Song Xinghui sighed, pressing the case book with his warm and dry palm, and the wrinkles on the back of his hand told him that this was not the one he recorded stroke by stroke back then.

"Qiuhan, have you ever thought about a question? A question you have been ignoring."

Ji Qiuhan looked up suspiciously: "...what?"

Song Xinghui said: "Through the comparison of DNA technology, the identities of the 36 deceased were confirmed by the bones in the burial pit, but from the beginning to the end, your sister was not found there. Until now, the police have not actually had any evidence It can prove that Ji Xia is dead. The only one who can prove the matter of 'Ji Xia is dead' is you, and you are the one who confidently told the police that Ji Xia is dead."

"But you can't remember how Ji Xia died at all, sometimes he was chopped into pieces, and sometimes he was burnt, but no matter how confusing your dreams are, all these dreams only point to the only result - Ji Xia is dead This is the ending."

In the room, the sound of breathing became extremely slow, like friction with light and floating dust.

Song Xinghui looked at him and asked, "Why are you so sure that Ji Xia is dead?"

Like a pair of invisible hands, they climbed up from behind and grabbed his throat. When Ji Qiuhan's throat rolled, his face remained unchanged, but he noticed that Song Xinghui was pressing the back of his hand on the case booklet, tense and stiff.

"You seem more nervous than me, Professor Song?"

Song Xinghui, who was waiting for his answer, was taken aback for a moment. He randomly lowered his head, smiled twice, and put away the case and information in front of him.

"As expected of a kid who aspired to be a policeman back then, I was just nervous for you. I retracted the question just now, thinking that it is not conducive to your treatment. But I heard from Mr. Jiang that you have been overdosing recently? Why?"

Song Xinghui waited for a while without answering, looked up, only to find that Ji Qiuhan was looking at him.

His pupils have been dark and beautiful since he was a child, like blades forged in the frosty night, making people feel colder than when he was a child.

"Professor Song, since I told you last time that my dreams began to change, you have given me more medication, including the addition of sedative drugs that I didn't have before. Why did I overdose? I probably didn't discuss it with you. , it’s the same reason as giving me more medicine.”

Sure enough, Ji Qiuhan saw the change in Song Xinghui's expression, he had already realized that something was wrong, he was really tired of this feeling of being separated by a thick fog.

"You're also afraid that I'll lose control, right? Or..." Ji Qiuhan stared at him, thinking carefully, "Or you're also afraid that I'll recall that memory? Professor Song, you can always be with me Pulling me back when I was about to collapse, straightening the scales, keeping me stable, didn't get me...,... it didn't get me to the truth."

Song Xinghui had already got up, but Ji Qiuhan grabbed his wrist, "You must know more about me than I do. What did I tell you when I was a child? Why did you hide it?"

Ji Qiuhan's eyes were earnest, Song Xinghui looked at him, and suddenly thought of him as a child, silent and timid, it took him a lot of effort to make the boy willing to communicate with him.

"You think too much, I'm your doctor," Song Xinghui pulled his wrist away, and pushed away Ji Qiuhan's hand that was holding him.

"Replacing or adjusting the dosage of medicines can change at any time according to your condition. You are my patient, and Mr. Jiang has paid me enough. It is my duty to do my best to cure you."

Song Xinghui took the bag, and before leaving, the middle-aged man looked back at Ji Qiuhan, and added: "No matter what your memory is, as a doctor, I hope you can get rid of the shadow and torture brought by PTSD for so many years as soon as possible." , On this point, my position is the same as that of your Uncle Li, Aunt He, and Mr. Jiang now."

Song Xinghui left, the light at the crack of the door disappeared, and when the door was knocked again, it was Fang Bei who came in.

"I'm sending Professor Song to the south, Brother Ji, this is the information you want to check."

Ji Qiuhan pinched his brows wearily, and opened it. The front page contained information about Fang Bin being taken into an orphanage in Wangchong City when he was a child.

"I see, you go out."

Ji Qiuhan took a deep breath, his chest seemed to be corrupted by the charred smoke in his dream, like an old and leaky accordion.

Sometimes, there is only a door between the truth and the abyss. He didn't know how much Jiang Zhan had spent to invite Song Xinghui, who was studying abroad, to come back to China for treatment. He only knew that no matter how superb the medical skills are, Even the best doctors can only save the patients who didn't open the door.

Ji Qiuhan lowered his eyes and looked at the stack of dark investigation materials under his hand. If he chooses to open the door, does it mean that he will step into the abyss cave with no one to save him.