Where did you get this substitute from?

This place is so familiar, but I don't know when I have been here.

The color of the curtains is crescent white, and the TV is placed facing the bed. If the built-in wardrobe is pushed open, you should be able to see a three-tier shelf on the left, and a row of empty hangers hanging on the right.

There are seven steps from this bed to the bathroom, and there is a black crystal bottle by the sink all the year round.

There are pots of fairy sticks and phoenixes that can't finish sprouting on the balcony.

In summer, the sun always shines brightly on the face, and if you want to sleep in for a while, you will be blinded by the sun.

Go swimming if you can't sleep, there is a big swimming pool downstairs, the water is warmed by the sun.

But why would he know this.

"You've lived here for six years, of course you know."

When Su Shen woke up, Ji Shutong was sitting beside his bed. When he woke up, he was covered in cold sweat, wondering if he said something in his sleep.

Ji Shutong answered him calmly: "The role-playing game should be over, I can tell you anything else you want to know."

Although the sun has just come out, it is so cold on the body.

Su Shen's heart trembled violently, and he retreated reflexively.

Ji Shutong wanted to grab the back of his neck with his hand, but Su Shen suddenly dodged and looked at him warily.

"What, you still don't want to wake up?" His voice was ironic, and he moved his hand down to pinch Su Shen's chin.

He used a lot of strength, Su Shen couldn't break free, gasped in pain, was forced to raise his head, and saw different provocative eyes.

Ji Shutong spoke slowly, "How much do you remember now?"

"what?"

"About your past, how much do you remember?"

Su Shen couldn't help frowning, and looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh." Ji Shutong withdrew his hand, "You are really stubborn."

Su Shen felt the pain in his head, which was unbearably changing in different patterns amidst bursts of cracking sounds. He supported his head, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

The next moment, Ji Shutong held his head in his hands.

The things in front of him became very blurred, and Ji Shutong looked at his pain with pity, as if looking at a failed work.

Su Shen tried hard to get rid of him, but fear invaded from all directions, like a huge spider web wrapping him.

He tried his best to raise his hand, but it was only hanging on the arm with different traces, and said in a low voice: "...let go."

Ji Shutong leaned against his ear, his voice suppressed and distorted, full of evil meaning, "But if I don't let go, what can you do."

"Look, you always like to ask for trouble. I said a long time ago that Yi Xiuhan is not suitable for you. You think he can save you, but in fact it just makes you more aware of your own value."

"Why don't you admit that your value is to be a perfect substitute."

Su Shen seemed to be having a nightmare, and woke up under the stimulation of different words. He looked over in astonishment, his lips looked a little pale, and he retorted: "I'm not a substitute..."

"I adopted a man for ten years and taught him everything about the people I love. They have the same blood type and similar appearance. Over time, he began to wonder who he really is." Ji Shutong looked at him with a sneer, "The first Eight years ago, he went crazy and suffered from dissociative disorder, thinking that he was Su Shen."

"Of course you hope that you are Su Shen, because you have always been his substitute. Of course you hope that you have a reason for existence."

"But you are not, you are not Su Shen, not even Rong Huai, you are just a personality imagined by Rong Huai."

no.

not like this!

Su Shen shivered from the cold, he wanted to argue, but his heart throbbed violently.

He really exists, those memories he can still clearly perceive the touch and breath at that time, he can clearly tell the time and place.

How could he be a split personality.

Su Shen struggled crazily, calling for help.

Ji Shutong firmly suppressed his arms, and pressed him to death on the bed, his voice came into his ears like a ghost: "I'm desperate, right, you are so sad. But who can save you, you can only Continue to be so sad."

He couldn't stop the headache that was stronger than the next, and he fell on the bed exhausted.

Ji Shutong grabbed his hair and forced him to raise his head. When his lips and teeth were touching, Su Shen's lips were trembling, and even his eyes were distracted.

He opened his eyes blankly, lost in confusion.

Traces deepened the kiss, forcing him to respond, but Su Shen was like a piece of wood, no matter how hard he forced, he neither resisted nor hid.

He said maliciously again: "You have been with Jiang Yu for so long, didn't he tell you how Su Shen kissed?"

The trace is different from putting one hand on his neck, that place seems to be so fragile that it will shatter, he can feel the shivering and fear under the palm, but he is very satisfied with this person's despair.

What he wants is his despair.

He whispered close to Su Shen's ear: "Has he touched you?"

Su Shen suddenly pushed him away, wanting to run with an expression of endless panic.

He grabbed Su Shen by the arm and threw him back on the bed, and laughed contemptuously: "Where can you go? Who would want you but me."

Su Shen grabbed all the things around him and threw them at Ji Shutong, Ji Shutong dodged one by one.

He was pressed on the bed again, and this time he was prepared to do something that he had never done to this person before, but at this moment he wanted to do the most.

He easily restrained Su Shen, who was exhausted. Even without touching his body, Su Shen knew that he was trembling with fear. He tore off the man's collar, and the buttons flew and bounced on the ground. , making a crisp sound.

Su Shen was finally no longer a piece of wood, a dead person, he tried his best to struggle and kick.

Ji Shutong felt his heart beating violently, he seemed to have returned to that drunk night long ago, when he was pressing Su Shen like this, but he didn't continue at that time.

After Su Shen resisted desperately, like a dehydrated fish, tears flowed quickly across the corners of his eyes, leaving faint traces on the pillow.

Ji Shutong looked into his eyes and stroked his face with one hand.

His most satisfying work, at this moment, resembles the person who has always been in his heart.

Su Shen choked up in despair, when Ji Shutong let go of him, he curled up sadly and curled up into a ball.

"Do you know why I kept you by my side for so long?" Ji Shutong patted his face, "You look like him the most when you're pretending to be innocent."

Su Shen closed his eyes tightly, and his heart ached as he breathed.

He looked down at Su Shen for a long time, raised his hand to comfort him, but retracted it the moment he touched his shoulder.

"What a disappointment."

He said so before leaving.

&...&...

What year is it?

The air conditioner in the hotel was turned on very high, and Ji Shutong walked in front of him.

At that time, the lobby manager of the Sier Hotel was a young woman with refined appearance, and asked her to check the accommodation situation on the top floor of the hotel for nearly half a year.

In fact, it was not necessary, because that floor is not open to the public, and has other uses.

So the lobby manager looked embarrassed and made a phone call. Soon, a figure walked over from the direction of the elevator.

The man was wearing a light-colored shirt, tall and tall, with a slight sense of alienation in his voice. After talking with the lobby manager for a few words, he turned his attention to Ji Shutong.

He frowned, as if it was an accident to him that they were here.

He didn't come over to negotiate with Ji Shutong, and took the initiative to give up the right to use the top floor.

When he passed by them, he stretched out his hand to this person, "Hello, I'm Ronghuai."

Ji Shutong withdrew his hand inadvertently, and said lightly: "Su Shen, where is the person you took with you last time, come out to open the room and return someone else?"

He had heard the man's name countless times.

This person turned out to be Su Shen.

Su Shen just smiled slightly, not even interested in talking, so she planned to bypass them and leave.

After brushing shoulders for a moment, Ji Shutong grabbed Su Shen's arm, "What's the hurry, old acquaintances don't want to catch up with each other?"

Rong Huai didn't know what they talked about that day, but when Ji Shutong came back, his lips were stained with blood, and his face was extremely ugly.

After he entered the door, he walked to the balcony, smoking cigarettes one by one, when the wind blew up, his eyes fell on the woods, Rong Huai didn't know what he was looking at, but felt that his back was shining through Unexplainable desolation.

For more than two months, the same dream was repeated every night.

Every time he heard the voice: "Hello, I'm Ronghuai."

That scene happened so real in front of my eyes, as if it happened yesterday, and I can even recall the sound of the wind blowing on the treetops at that time.

Is it the lingering spirit of Rong Huai?Is he recalling this scene with his remaining thoughts?

He seemed to have really seen the past from Rong Huai's perspective.

Or is it because of the words that Ji Yitong said?

Ji Shutong only showed him a document during the day, which was Ronghuai's plastic surgery records.

Rong Huai didn't look like this at first.

The little boy at the beginning of the photo looks bright and lively, with a small dimple on his cheek when he smiles.

Rong Huai still had two canine teeth when he was a child, especially when he grinned.

It clearly marked the time and photos of Ronghuai's every operation, as well as postoperative recovery records.

The little boy's smile gradually faded, and the face that finally looked at the camera was delicate, and there seemed to be an inextricable gloom in his eyes.

He didn't fully reproduce Su Shen's appearance, at most he only had a three-point resemblance.

The reason why people feel that they are similar at first glance is because he has lived like another person every day for the past six years.

He repeated what Su Shen had said until the expression and tone of his words were exactly the same.

After learning the words he wrote, I can no longer find the original traces of my own strokes.

Ji Yi hired the best teachers to teach him how to throw darts, play bridge, and learn financial knowledge. He was forced to learn and practice Su Shen's tricks, high-end and low-end.

This kind of practice, day after day, year after year, has no end in sight.

He couldn't find the meaning of his existence.

Is it just to make a perfect substitute?

How could it not be crazy.