Capgras delusional syndrome

After Su Wei cured his depression, he went abroad to study psychology. After that, Yang Shaojun didn't see Su Wei again for many years.But the scene of Su Wei jumping off the stairs took root deeply in his heart, and he would be troubled by this dream constantly for many years to come.

There is no fixed rule for the appearance of this dream. Sometimes I can dream three or five times a month, and sometimes I only dream once in three to five years.Gradually, Yang Shaojun grasped a rule—whenever he was so lonely that he wanted to find someone to distract him, Su Wei, like a decadent puppet doll, would clearly appear in his dreams and ask him for help, but he powerless.

Su Qian returned home after studying abroad for four years, married Wang Wen immediately, and was airborne to his father's business as a director, officially starting to be on his own.

Yang Shaojun graduated from the police academy and entered the police station, starting from the bottom.In the first year, he was assigned to the train station, where he breathed dirty air every day. There were too many scalpers to catch and thieves to persuade him. The work was boring and his salary was only a little. Those who have saved the big ones and saved the small ones for pocket money, steamed buns and shredded pork with pickled vegetables can save a thousand yuan a month.

Su Qian quickly inherited his father's connections. He couldn't count how many uncles who were bosses, uncles who were involved in venture capital, who lived a sensual life every day, and had a lovely wife who waited on them when they returned home.A year later, my father handed over the management of a real estate company entirely to him.

This year, on the night of the New Year's Eve, Yang Shaojun happened to be on duty and stood guard at the train station.There were very few people in the hall of the train station that night. The peak of the Spring Festival travel has passed, and people gathered together to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner and watch the Spring Festival Gala.Yang Shaojun stomped his feet every few minutes in the cold, and took out a pack of crushed biscuits from his pocket for supper; at the same time, Su Qian and his uncles were sitting in the most exclusive hotel in the city, drinking and drinking. Make a deal of tens of millions.

There was crackling fireworks outside, and the phone vibrated in his pocket. Yang Shaojun took it out and took a look. There were seven or eight text messages in total, one was from Qi Yongxu, and the rest were from other colleagues in the police force, all of which were New Year's greetings.He forwarded the fancy wishes sent by A to B, and after replying, there was only one from Qi Yongxu. He personally wrote down the words "Happy New Year" and sent it.

Su Qian gave his external SIM card to the secretary before the dinner, and asked her to mediate those polite wishes, and kept the SIM card for his family, so he could send New Year greetings to his sisters and brothers.The one who replied the fastest was Su Xiexi, who received it at the same time as he sent his blessing. Obviously, the other party also sent a text message from the card point; and Su Xieyuan had already sent it at night, and after seeing this message, there was no Back again; it took half an hour for Su Yi's text message to come back, but Su Wei on the other side of the ocean didn't reply at all.Su Qian waited until one o'clock in the morning and finally couldn't help calling. He was answered with a busy message.

Yang Shaojun stopped five middle-aged men at the train station, rubbed his frozen red nose, and said in a low voice, "Open the bag for inspection." He was answered with a cold knife.

At one o'clock in the morning, Su Qian finally escaped from the dinner, sat in Lao Meng's car, and casually looked at the night scene outside the car.Lao Meng smiled and said to him, "Sir, Happy New Year." Su Qian replied casually, "Uncle Meng, Happy New Year."

A whistling ambulance passed by them. Lao Meng looked at the ambulance speeding away from the mirror and frowned: "It's a pity that something happened to this old Chinese New Year."

Su Qian yawned, resting his head on one hand, already drowsy.He said, "No matter what others are doing, let's go, let's go home."

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At night, Yang Shaojun thought he could finally sleep soundly, but he suffered from insomnia shamefully.He knew that tossing and turning would not help him fall asleep, so he maintained a standard posture, with his legs straight, his hands on his sides, and the dead body.He didn't allow himself to think about anything during the recovery process, keeping his mind blank, but he continued to lose sleep shamefully.

In the early hours of the morning, the door was opened again on tiptoe.

Yang Shaojun seemed to have found a breakthrough, jumped off the bed, and turned on the light vigorously.Startled, the intruder bounced back against the wall, curling himself into a ball.

Both of them were temporarily blinded by the sudden light, Yang Shaojun quickly recovered, ran up and grabbed his arm and pulled it to the bed: "Can't sleep, can't you! Hit the bed in the middle of the night, can't you! You are empty and lonely, tell me! You Tell me to comfort you!" After speaking, he threw Su Qian on the bed.

Su Qian was startled suddenly, with a terrified look on his face, he looked innocent like a little white rabbit, as if someone else broke in last night and almost strangled Yang Shaojun to death.

Seeing his appearance, Yang Shaojun became more and more angry, and pressed Su Qian firmly with his own size. Su Qian's face changed, and he was almost crushed to death.Yang Shaojun pinched his chin and said fiercely: "Say! What do you want!"

Su Qian gritted his teeth, but didn't speak.

After a while, Yang Shaojun deflated like a balloon that was emptied, rolled over from him, sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "I'm sorry, I was too emotional."

With his back turned to Su Qian, he felt that Su Qian seemed to be moving towards him. When he turned his head, he saw Su Qian tremble as if frightened, and a shiny thing fell from his sleeve onto the bed—a fruit knife.

Yang Shaojun was stunned for a moment, and Su Qian was also stunned. The two of them stared wide-eyed, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

A few seconds later, it was Yang Shaojun who came back to his senses first, swept down the fruit knife, pulled Su Qian in front of him, and quickly touched his body from top to bottom with both hands to make sure that there were no other weapons.When he touched Su Qian's right hand, he felt that it was a bit wet. After checking everything, he pulled his right hand over. He saw that the white shirt was stained red with blood, but it was Su Qian who accidentally injured himself while hiding the fruit knife. .

Yang Shaojun pinched his wrist and remained silent for half a minute, then stood up and dragged him out without saying a word.As if he knew that he had done something wrong, Su Qian was very obedient and followed Yang Shaojun downstairs without any struggle.

Yang Shaojun found the medical kit, first helped him bandage the wound on his wrist, and then went to heat him a glass of milk—with a pill of medicine given to him by Mr. Lu—he handed the milk to Su Qian: "Drink it, then go back to your room and sleep."

Su Qian took the milk and was silent for a long time.When the fruit knife slashed across his wrist just now, he suddenly woke up like an electric shock. When Yang Shaojun held his hand, the feeling was so familiar and warm that he couldn't bear to resist.He didn't know what was wrong with him, but now his heart was completely occupied by overwhelming guilt.

He drank the milk, Yang Shaojun dragged him upstairs, he stared at the hands of the two of them, and suddenly said softly: "I'm sorry."

Yang Shaojun stopped abruptly on the stairs and stared back at him: "What did you say?"

Su Qian's eyes were clear, but he refused to repeat it.

Yang Shaojun sighed, turned around and hugged him.The two embraced in the middle of the stairs.Yang Shaojun felt his heart beating very hard. His mood when he saw the fruit knife just now was beyond description. He even wanted to tie up Su Qian and call the mental hospital.But he forced himself not to think about it, and just poured him a cup of hot milk.

He said tremblingly, "Su Qian, don't scare me."

Su Qian was passively hugged by him, and his eyes gradually became numb again.

Yang Shaojun took him back to the room and told him to lie down. Not knowing what he could do, he held his hand and said, "Sleep, I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."

Su Qian turned his head to look at him.

Yang Shaojun covered his eyes with a generous palm, and his tone was a little tougher: "Sleep!"

He felt Su Qian's soft eyelashes trembling against his palm.He pressed his hand a little tighter and raised his voice: "Go to sleep!"

Half an hour later, Su Qian's breathing finally became quiet.

Yang Shaojun stood up, only to realize that his feet were a little weak.He had never encountered such a thing before. If he was still thinking of luck after last night, then he could no longer escape the fact that Su Qian might be really crazy!

The countless thoughts that had been suppressed just now poured out like a flood, which made him feel so complicated that his heart ached when he looked at Su Qian lying on the bed.What to do next?

Send him to a mental hospital? --no!

Wake up Lao Meng and let the bodyguards take turns watching him? ——But what if he really hurt someone?

Trembling, Yang Shaojun took out his mobile phone, found Mr. Lu's number, and checked the time on the mobile phone - 1:03, he finally put down the mobile phone.

He said to himself, take another look and give Su Qian another chance.