It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

The shoes are neatly arranged at the foot of the bed, as if its owner will sit up from the bed at any moment, hang his legs down, and put his feet in the slippers.

His sight—it should be the sight of the owner of this body, stayed on this pair of slippers for a long time.

Then, Feng Quan suddenly felt a kind of anxious tyranny explode from his chest, this emotion buried him in an instant and filled his whole body.An uncontrollable tyranny broke out suddenly, and when Feng Quan came back to his senses, the pair of cute bear slippers had been smashed into pieces.

Feng Quan was a little silent.

He empathized with this body, this memory.He can feel what the owner of this body thinks and every moment of emotional change.

This emotion seems to come from the soul, rather than the touch carried by the body.

He walked out of this room.

This is Tongguang Mental Hospital.There is a house number on the door outside the room you left, which is bright red 302.

Coming out of this room, he approached another.The room is simple and well-organized, everything is neatly arranged, and the whole room is spotless.He put on a clean white isolation gown, tidied up his clothes, walked to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and washed his fingers carefully.

Every inch of the finger was cleaned, and he applied the disinfectant five or six times to wash the skin of the finger until it shriveled and turned white.Then he raised his head and looked into the mirror.

Cheng Guang's face.

The face without any expression was calm and without any waves, as if it was about to collapse.He frowned slightly.

His face was wet with water, and drops of water slid from his chin.Picking up the glasses that were set aside, they carefully placed them on the bridge of the nose.

It was getting dark, he wiped off the water droplets from his fingers and face, cleaned the sink carefully, and walked out of the room.

There are many people in this mental hospital.

There were several patients in hospital gowns in the activity field outside, and medical staff walked by the path carrying things from time to time.Cheng Guang passed them and greeted them with a smile.

Feng Quan couldn't see the face of his body, and couldn't feel anything outside, but he just knew that he was laughing.

It is instinctive to know that you are laughing and to make yourself laugh.

Because there are other people around.

The sun hasn't set yet, so the truth beneath his face is still hidden.Undetected, carefully submerged under deep water.

He slowly evoked a smile.

Feng Quan found that Cheng Guang was really a kind and polite person in the eyes of others.When he talks to others, he is always humble and courteous.The staff of the mental hospital looked at him with respect and kindness, and Cheng Guang was able to greet others with a smile on his face.

It seems that he is really a temperamental, very popular person with good social connections.

If Feng Quan was also a stranger who didn't know anything, he might really think that Cheng Guang was really an excellent person.Because people who seem to be well-liked in society tend not to become heinous criminals.

However, the truth of the matter, who can guarantee that they often guess correctly?

After coming out of Tongguang Mental Hospital, he returned to the community where he lived.When we got upstairs, it was already completely dark.

Facing the cat's eye with a dot of light above the door, he loosened his tie.

Then there was a knock on the door.

"Boom."

It started again, as if there was a black, dirty muddy water wandering in the chest, flowing slowly, and then depositing.Feng Quan would be affected uncontrollably in this body, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Boom."

The tyrannical emotion suddenly ignited, as if the cells of the whole body were clamoring to be destroyed.

"Boom."

bloody.He needs relief. — help him.

"Patter." The door opened.

The strange emotion was hidden in an instant like an ebb tide, and transformed into a deep depression.In front of me was the bright living room light.Standing in front of his wife, he slowly showed a gentle smile:

"I am back."

Feng Quan looked at the house where he lived through the process of light.

The size of the house is small, two bedrooms and one living room.The sofa is in warm tones, and the hostess of the home put pillows with cute patterns on them very carefully.There is a fruit plate, a box of tissue paper, a remote control, and a rag on the table.There are pairs of piggy banks on the opposite shelf, which are two ceramic cartoon dolls, a man and a woman.There are still a few dolls sitting on the shelf, and the furnishings in this whole home look very warm.

But Feng Quan felt strange again.

Cheng Guang's emotions would be clearly felt by him, but now he walked into this warm home, prepared dinner and waited for his wife after get off work, but he didn't feel the warm emotions that he should feel.It was a calm and cold feeling in his chest, and he looked at the decorations at home without any comfort.

But Feng Quan felt that he was smiling gently:

"It's been hard work. You've cooked so many dishes. You've only recovered soon, so don't do these hard things."

The person opposite said softly: "It's nothing, you must be tired after working all day, come and eat quickly."

Feng Quan recalled Cheng Guang's wife, Zhong Shuang, in his heart.

This should be the same as Cheng Guang's current name Jiang Wen, not her original name.But even before, when Cheng Guang and him were neighbors for several years, he was only famous for Cheng Guang's wife, but never met.

Because the other party is not in good health, it seems that since Cheng Guang lived next to his house, his wife has been taking care of her health.So much so that he had never even seen each other before.

Poor health?

Feng Quan looked at the woman in his sight.

Perhaps because of the happiness of her family, she always had a soft smile on her face.His face was slightly plump, his hair was loosely pulled back, and he could not be seen as someone who had been ill for a long time.She has a gentle temperament, but Feng Quan feels a little familiar.

Where is it……

He quickly searched his memory.

--I remembered.

More than a year ago, Cheng Guang had just left the place where he used to live.Shi Yue died in an illegal small clinic.

Finally, he once met Shi Yue's grandma.

She pointed in that direction, and followed the breath of Shi Yue's remnant in the world, and pointed him to a woman with a gentle smile.

Feng Quan looked at Zhong Shuang again

It turned out that the opponent's appearance had changed a lot, and every arc of the facial features seemed to have a slight change, which made the overall look far different from before.But the same is her demure expression and gentle look, such a lady...

Was Shi Yue's heart that was cut off from her place?

Now, is it beating in her chest?

There is another thing that makes Feng Quan more concerned.

Before he came to Kyoto, he met Cheng Guang's father Cheng Lin by chance.According to the other party, Cheng Guang seems to... like men?

After Feng Quan thought about it, he looked at the scene in front of him again. He no longer felt warm, but felt weird everywhere.Cheng Guang thoughtfully served his wife food, chatted without saying a word at the dinner table, and cleaned up the tableware after dinner... Could it be that such a "loving" couple is just Ms. Zhong Shuang's unilateral?

Fortunately, Cheng Guang didn't sleep with his wife at night, so Feng Quan couldn't peek at the loving scene between their husband and wife.Ms. Zhong Shuang seemed to be used to the fact that they had to sleep in separate rooms even though they were husband and wife.

Cheng Guang's room is completely different from the warm furnishings outside. It is exactly the same neat and cold as the rest room of Tongguang Mental Hospital.The light in the room was turned on, it was different from the slightly warm yellow light in the living room, but a pale color, illuminating the entire room so that there was no corner to hide.

He looked at this room quietly, as if he was looking at every corner, and it seemed that there had been slight changes.

He likes to control everything that belongs to him, otherwise he can't help being tyrannical.

Looking at them all, he retracted his gaze lightly, and then walked to the wardrobe, which occupies a large area in the room and therefore looks a bit awkward.