sick and delicate

In my impression, Xia Tian felt that he should love reading very much.

She likes the feel of the paper very much, it rustles in her hands.She also likes the standardized text printed on it, and the regular feeling can satisfy her a little bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder.Moreover, there will be an inexplicable sense of accomplishment to put books that I have read and thoroughly read on an entire bookshelf.

The study room was unlocked, and Xia Tian walked in, looking at the colorful book covers on the entire bookshelf.Most of these are popular science books, and a few novels with plots are carefully stored in the lower right corner. If she doesn't observe carefully, she won't see them at all.

Xia Tian's fingertips brushed them, and the content in them naturally emerged in the bottom of my heart.It seems that she has indeed read a lot of books before.

There were only a few books that she was interested in but didn't remember, so she raised her hand and turned two pages.

Time moved forward slowly between the lines, and Xia Tian was suddenly startled by the sound of telling the hour next to him.Look at the time, it has been a long time.

Although still reluctant, she put down the book in her hand.He stuffed it back in the same place, and immediately walked towards the desk beside him.

Last season was here to find something.

In fact, in the final analysis, this is still the space used by the seasons, and Xia Tian also felt that it was not good for him to come in and search without the other party's consent.But thinking of the things she had noticed in the past few days, her worries about herself far exceeded the moral norms, so she finally walked to the desk.

There is a layer of dust on the desk, which is consistent with what the season said.Occasionally there are one or two clean spots, probably wiped off when sitting on it in previous seasons.

Xia Tian walked to the back of the desk, found the obviously cleaner drawer handle, and carefully pulled it open.

This study room is close to the sun, and it is the time when early morning and noon are handing over. The sunlight pouring in from the window is not glaring, but it illuminates everything in front of us for summer.As the drawer was opened little by little, the contents inside were gradually revealed in front of her eyes——

That is a paring knife.

The red hilt and silver blade, the blade also reflects the sunlight from behind Xia Tian.The sunlight seemed to have a catalytic effect. When it fell on the bright red color of the knife, it vaguely evaporated into gas, making Xia Tian smell a bloody smell.

Obviously impossible, the blood on the knife has dried up.

Xia Tian's fingertips touched its cold surface, and suddenly trembled in fear, causing the fruit knife under his hand to change its position a little.

She remembered something, and without being afraid, she suddenly grabbed the handle of the knife, lifted it up and put it in front of her eyes——

There is a name sticker on the bottom of the handle.

It has her name written on it.The two prints in Xia Tian, ​​about her preferences have not changed since the past, they are neat and tidy for her to like.

But no matter how much she likes it, she can't make her feel any happy.

Because like the sleeping pills she saw that day, she also bought this knife.

She also remembers the mood when she bought it - at least when she bought it, there was definitely a fruit knife in her home.And not to the point of being unusable.

Then why did she go out of her way to buy a new one?

Moreover, the blood on the top...

Xia Tian's fear continued to calm down with the flashing of memory images, and after knowing that this knife belonged to her instead of Season, she was no longer afraid for some reason.And when he remembered that the blood on the top seemed to be his——, what remained was pure doubt.

She looked at her wrist, there was indeed a shallow scratch.

And the memory of going to the hospital for medical treatment is still there.

So, buying this knife is also about suicide?

Do not--

Xia Tian doesn't feel that he will commit suicide.And the emotions at that time that come back together with the memories are nervous and full of expectations.It is impossible for a person to commit suicide without feeling afraid. Whether she takes sleeping pills or cuts her pulse with a newly bought fruit knife, her purpose is not to commit suicide.

If not, what is it for?

Xia Tian couldn't figure it out.

For the time being, she carefully put the knife back in its original place.The fingertips seemed to smell of blood, but it didn't matter, just wash it off later.

She was about to leave here when a small combination lock suddenly appeared in her vision.

On the shelf below the drawer where the knife is kept.

"..."

Xia Tian's movements stopped.She looked at the combination lock and said nothing for a long time.

The combination lock is cute and covered in pink paint.She touched it and immediately realized that it was a cheap piece of plastic, probably a decorative lock that can be bought for a few yuan at any school gate.

This kind of lock can usually be opened with a little force-the season will be locked with such an unsafe thing, what could it be?

Xia Tian hesitated.

The price of opening it is that there is no way to get it back.Broken is broken, and Season needs only one more look to know what she's been up to.

Judging by the way this study has not been cleaned for so long, it is estimated that the nanny who has not seen Xia Tian can't come in.Other than that, she was the only one left in the family—this kind of topic, which could be chosen one by one, couldn't be easier.

Xia Tian looked at it for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth.She pushed the swivel chair back to its original place, and left the study lightly.

Then--

Drowsily fell asleep again.

Xia Tian has never seen a nanny.

Although Ji Ji told her a long time ago, a nanny came to the house.But Xia Tian has never seen each other.She used to think it was the result of sleeping too long every day, but ever since she woke up from sleepiness and didn't see that person, she felt that something was wrong.

Exactly why she was so tired, though, was also a mystery.

Through the mirror, she can see the dark circles under her eyes that have been relieved a lot.It wasn't very serious at first, but after a period of time, the drowsiness became lighter.But what can be imagined is that she probably didn't like to rest very much in the past, but now she is not used to the relaxed mind.

How much did you not love yourself before...

Xia Tian sighed in his heart, and sat down on the sofa after eating breakfast alone.

She turned on the TV, but her mind was empty.The line of sight seems to stay on the eye-protecting LCD screen, but actually scans the quiet room flatly.

The interior is very clean, there is no dust on the floor, it seems that a nanny has really come to clean it.She had gone to the bathroom to wash her hands just before eating, and the accumulated clothes were gone, as long as she made a slight detour, she could see them being shaken out to dry on the balcony through the open door.

At this time, Xia Tian's gaze followed what he had just seen to the aisle next to the TV, thinking about it, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

There are four living rooms in this home, two are bedrooms and one is a study.

The remaining door was open and never seemed to be closed.The balcony also passed through it, and the inside was empty, with only a bed, two bedside tables, and a wardrobe embedded in the wall.

Xia Tian has never gone in to look at it, because she has never paid attention to it.At this time, he pulled his gaze back from the corner of his clothes that was blowing up in the wind, and couldn't help but be a little concerned.

Her black eyes were imprinted with pictures, without any emotion.

"..."

Three bedrooms and one living room are very common family configurations, and it is understandable to vacate a room as a guest.But it is obvious that Ji Ji, as a former big star, has not had any guests come to visit him so far.

This may be the reason why she doesn't like interacting with others - Xia Tian thought of Season's extroverted personality, and immediately threw this thought out of her mind.She wondered if Ji Ji's character outside was different from when she faced her—but she denied it herself.

When she checked the information before, she saw some interviews about her.Her words were soft and kind, not like a cold and arrogant person.

Xia Tian thought about it, and accidentally stepped into this room that she only entered when she first came to this house.

Sleepiness then hits the brain.

Fortunately, she was just sleepy and not fainted.Such a little drowsiness could be tolerated by Xia Tian, ​​so she walked into the open door.Season has always held an indifferent attitude towards this room, not as nervous as the study room.

Thinking of the study that he stepped into just now, Xia Tian froze all over.She thought carefully about whether she had cleaned up the traces of entering just now, but she couldn't let go anyway.

She suddenly became anxious.

She thought of the fruit knife that gave birth to her memory.

She quickened her pace a lot, and walked into the room that was used as a balcony by the season.

The room was clean, and there was no sign of anyone living in it.Xia Tian couldn't see anything at once—but after she stood inside for a while, a picture suddenly flashed in front of her eyes——!

It's yourself!

The screen uses gray as the background color, which looks simple and elegant because of its cleanliness.And the place where Xia Tian stood in the picture was pitch black—only the ground around her was very chaotic!

Xia Tian shivered behind.She turned her head to the side, her fingertips turned white, and she squeezed the handle stiffly.

Then he took a step inside and closed the door.

Behind the door is a wardrobe built into the wall.

The closet is not actually hidden, but it is mostly blocked by the door and an edge is exposed, which is not very conspicuous.It is naturally difficult for people to pay attention to inconspicuous things, so when Xia Tian came in, he only knew that there was a wardrobe here.

She would notice this now, and for another reason.

... The picture that flashed before her just now, the self in it, is looking for something in this closet!

The picture is black and white, I can't see the color and texture clearly, but I can clearly see the anxiety and despair on my face - pieces of gray memory fell around me due to my almost crazy movements, adding a lot to the clean surroundings. Messy marks.

In a blink of an eye, Xia Tian's stiff fingertips moved, the chaos in front of him disappeared, and it was this clean room covered with beige floor tiles again.

She looked at the wardrobe in front of her.

She opened the wooden door of the closet.

...it was empty inside.