Capgras delusional syndrome

Yang Shaojun didn't sleep all night, went back to his room and lay down for a while, unable to fall asleep.Su Qian had his family watching over there, so it was unnecessary for him to go, so he took a coat and went out.

Dai Yu rushed to the small restaurant Yang Shaojun mentioned, and stared at Yang Shaojun curiously as soon as he sat down: "This is the first time you asked me out." He looked at Yang Shaojun's face, "I didn't sleep well last night. "

Yang Shaojun crossed his hands in an empty state, and said concisely: "Lack of sleep."

Dai Yu was not surprised, took a sip of coffee, and said, "Well, what do you want to talk about when you come to me?"

Yang Shaojun stared at the ceiling all the time: "Last night—or this morning, I dreamed that I was dead. I died many times and used all the ways I could think of. But now I have almost forgotten it."

"Oh?" Dai Yu raised his eyebrows: "I was stimulated yesterday? Because of the person who jumped off the building?"

Yang Shaojun shook his head: "After I got home, I saw my friend riding on the balcony on the fifth floor." Laughing at himself, "Seeing two people jumping off a building in a row in one day, isn't it fucking bad enough?"

Dai Yu seemed interested: "What kind of friend?"

Yang Shaojun glanced at him, and after three seconds of silence, he gave the answer: "My love."

Dai Yu froze for a moment and asked, "Then how is he?"

Yang Shaojun shook his head, took out the cigarette lazily, put it in his mouth, but did not rush to light the fire: "He has been rescued. Recently, he has some mental problems, depression." After touching it for a long time, I realized that the zippo had been lost by Su Wei, so I stretched out my hand to Dai Yu gloomyly: "Excuse me."

Dai Yu took out a lighter and went over to light him up: "Did you take her to see a psychiatrist? Depression is a common disease in cities now, so we must pay attention to it."

Yang Shaojun smiled wryly, and replied slowly: "Ah, I see—it's been cured."

Dai Yu stared at him for a while, asked the waiter to order two cups of tea, and then asked, "Tell me about your lover. It's rare that you are willing to mention her."

Yang Shaojun slumped on the back of the chair like a lump of rotten meat, his legs stretched long under the table, almost invading Dai Yu's territory.He raised his head and puffed at the ceiling: "His illness, I think it has something to do with me."

Dai Yu raised his eyebrows with interest, interrupted silently, and waited for him to continue.

"I used to have a bit of a feud with him, but later on, I always like to have trouble with him. For example, I used a song he particularly hated as an alarm, and he smashed two of my mobile phones in anger. Continue to use it. At that time, I really didn’t think there was anything, a song, what can I do, sometimes I really think he is hypocritical. But later he was ill, and when I think about these things again, I feel very sorry.”

"Are you guilty?"

"... A little bit. This matter can be put on anyone's body... But I really didn't expect it to be so serious..."

Dai Yu smiled: "Is she really your lover? Captain Yang, how old are you this year?"

Yang Shaojun looked up at him inexplicably, his lips moved, but he didn't speak.

"Take your example. The two of you live under the same roof and get along with each other. You use a song that she can't accept, or even strongly dislikes, as an alarm, and it wakes people up from sleep early in the morning. Song, really, if you were my 14-year-old nephew who is in the rebellious period, I would think you are too naive."

The corner of Yang Shaojun's mouth twitched, and he leaned back on the chair again and looked up at the ceiling.

Dai Yu tapped the table with his hand: "Can you tell me what kind of bond you made before that allowed you to inflict such mental violence on the person next to your pillow?"

Yang Shaojun pinched out the cigarette that was almost finished in his hand, and took out another one. Dai Yu pushed the lighter from the table.He was talking while lighting a cigarette, and his eyes were confused with the curling white smoke: "I used to like him—his sister, and he didn't like me at that time, so he forced us to break up."

Dai Yu was very surprised: "Could it be that she has plans for you? Otherwise, why..."

Yang Shaojun giggled and shook his head: "No, that happened more than ten years ago. At that time, we were only in middle school and we were both underage. I was also stimulated by him and joined the army. Later Become a policeman."

"What happened more than ten years ago, you still feel resentful for him?"

Yang Shaojun shook his head: "His character is so attractive. I didn't think about revenge at the beginning, but as soon as I got close to him, his attitude made people think... hey, I want to fight him."

"Then do you like her?"

Yang Shaojun sighed deeply helplessly: "I like it. If I don't like it, I won't be with him anymore. But... probably I don't like it enough, so I deliberately made things difficult for him instead of letting him go."

"Oh?"

"To be honest, before I knew about his illness, I was still wondering if I should break up with him. But after he was ill, I felt that I couldn't live without him—not a sense of responsibility, really, not sympathy, you I don’t know, when he is tossing around, I have to keep a high degree of concentration by guarding him for more than ten hours, just like performing a stalking mission, if I have no emotion, I can’t do this step.”

"Then why did you want to break up with him before that? What made you unbearable?"

Yang Shaojun closed his eyes: "When I look at him, sometimes I always think of his brother-sister, and I have an illusion that I can't figure out who he is. It's too exciting, and sometimes I really can't stand it."

"Guilty?"

He sneered: "Probably. It feels like incest. It's exciting enough, but if it's too much, I can't bear it." The condemnation of conscience knocked on him all the time.

"Then how do you feel about his sister now? Do you still like her?"

Yang Shaojun finally sat up straight, stayed silent for a while, shook his head with a serious expression, hesitated, and shook his head again: "A year ago, I still liked him—my sister. But I haven't seen him for more than a year. If we meet again this time, it won't be the same. It’s that kind of feeling. It’s funny to say, this time it’s his sister who objected to me being with him. When he told me that, I looked at him with a very strange feeling. I couldn’t understand whether he was the one for me. I have cared about the person for so many years. Instead, when I went back to the room and saw him, I suddenly felt an indescribable intimacy, and suddenly felt that I liked him so much."

Dai Yu laughed again: "Typical sleeper effect. When you level the status of the other party in your mind, you will find that that's all - it seems that men are more difficult than women to let go of their first love. " Paused, "Are you still planning to break up with him now?"

"Let's talk about it, so many things have happened, it's not up to me anymore. To be honest, I just found out that I like him more than I thought, but maybe it's not enough. There are indeed many problems between us. Wait for him After my illness recovers, I will think about this issue again."

Dai Yu said, "Then back to the original topic. Did you dream about how you died?"

Yang Shaojun finished smoking another cigarette and wringed it out in the ashtray: "Many, I can't remember the details. It's just some ordinary scenes of performing tasks. I dreamed that the task failed, and I died."

"Do you still remember the mood in the dream?"

Yang Shaojun laughed.There were some things that were so strange to say face-to-face that he was a little choked up.

"Fear?"

"afraid."

"panic?"

"Ah."

"Any more?"

Yang Shaojun let out a long breath: "I remember the last scene, I was standing on the roof, there were many people watching me, and an invisible hand pulled me down, as if they were all waiting for me to jump. I kept Back off, I didn't jump. Then I woke up."

Finally, Dai Yu closed the notebook: "I had a good time talking with you today. I will find you again in a few days."

Yang Shaojun stuffed his hands in his pockets boredly. He had nothing to fiddle with, so he opened and closed his fingers: "It's up to you."

Dai Yu walked over and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Relax, I have never seen you look so dull in the police station for so many years. Don't worry, the pain of depression is not something people can bear for a long time, so It will be over soon."

Yang Shaojun raised his eyelids and glanced at him.

The next moment, Dai Yu smiled like a devil with a halo: "No matter what treatment method is adopted, the condition will get better—or go to extremes."

The corners of Yang Shaojun's face and mouth twitched: I know this guy!

After returning to Su's house, Yang Shaojun took care of Su Qian in place of Su Yi's class - he almost stalked Su Yi out, because besides taking care of Su Qian now, he only had to wait to get moldy.

He asked Su Qian: "Do you want to eat some fruit? What story do you want to hear? I'll read it to you."

Su Qian shook his head lifelessly: "Read whatever you want."

Yang Shaojun took out a novel and read it for a while. He felt that the plot was serious and the progress was slow, which was really meaningless, so he put down the book and helped Su Qian out of bed: "I'll take you out for a walk, don't cover the bed sores."

The two were strolling in the green belt of the community. Yang Shaojun supported Su Qian back and forth, but the atmosphere was always very depressed. Yang Shaojun wanted to say some jokes to enliven the atmosphere several times, but Su Qian didn't bother at all.

Yang Shaojun thought with some annoyance: the hope of life, the hope of life!How in the world can arouse a person's desire to survive?

He suddenly remembered something, so he asked Su Qian, "Why did you suddenly take off the blindfold yesterday?"

It took a while for Su Qian to reply in a low voice: "I want to take another look at the appearance of the people around me." His voice was very low, without ups and downs, and lifeless.

Yang Shaojun sighed and asked him: "You earn so much money, have you ever thought about what kind of life you will live in the future?"

After a while, Su Qian replied: "I used to think that I have it all." Wife, children, brothers and sisters.He saw a lot of people fighting to survive, to have a family, and at his young age, he had everything.It wasn't until recently that he discovered that, like those people, he was empty-handed and didn't know where to go.

The author has something to say: The following is a long and uninteresting monologue, the author's muttering to himself, you can skip it.

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I didn’t update yesterday because my status was not very good. To be honest, so many comments these days really have a great impact on me, because I am serializing while writing instead of saving manuscripts that have been written long ago, so everyone’s comments will affect me to some extent. The direction of my writing.For example, my original arrangement was that Su Wei didn't show up until the moment Su Qian jumped off the building, but I couldn't resist everyone saying that Su Er was such a scumbag, so I asked him to call in advance, and the visa issue was arranged. (In fact, everyone still hates him, but now he is Su Qian's rival in love...)

In fact, I am very happy to read everyone’s comments. Maybe I will always speak for Yang Shaojun in the comments, but in fact, I just want to shape Yang Shaojun in the way the article is written. He is the first male protagonist of this article. My main pen and ink is also used to shape him.Sometimes when I see readers excitedly saying that he is not good enough for Su Qian, I can’t help but defend him (cough this is the legendary story of wanting to set up a torii after being a prostitute? ruthless), as a result, people feel that what I wrote in my article is not the same as what I said in my message-the fact is that I set the article as it is written, and replying to messages is often completely rushed. An excuse to whitewash Yang Shaojun, not my original intention. (But one thing is for sure, Su Qian's current situation, not to mention amphetamines, but to say that he is depressed, more than half of it is his own responsibility and his own personality. Yang Shaojun is indeed responsible, but it is definitely not the main responsibility. The accumulated water turns into ice!)

I thought about it a lot last night, and felt that it was inevitable that I was a bit biased. I reflected on it, adjusted myself, and then continued to write. I hope to write the story I want to write, but I will not let Everyone likes it, but at least I have to like it myself. (Actually, part of the reason for Su Yi and Li Yaoyao’s personality changes after writing Runaway is that they couldn’t resist the influence from readers. The beginning of the article was so cute that even my heart trembled, and it began to collapse in the middle. I'm really sorry for Li Yaoyao, you know he almost surpassed Han Xuzhi to become the most satisfying little gong in my mind T_T)

Having said so much, I just want to say that in the future, I will control the plot and try to follow the characters I originally set.It is absolutely impossible to change the offense (you can know it is impossible when you see the three characters [Zhong Xiaosheng]). Make them complete. (Mouth! I wrote BE on my copywriting and I will leave the palace, are you guys trying to force me to practice the Sunflower Book so much!)

In the end, of course, I still hope that everyone can leave a message freely, scold Yang Zha or whatever, whatever you want to say, Xiaoshengsheng is still very happy to read it, but it is difficult to reply.It's entirely my own problem, because I'm easy to be influenced by sloppy words, and I will hold on to it from now on!