Doomed

That night, neither Pang Hui nor Shen Rang fell asleep.They lay in separate rooms, watching the ceiling toss and turn.

Usually, if Shen Yang has "seen" a client recently, Pang Hui would sleep on a recliner in Shen Yang's room and watch over him all night, in case the person he "watched" suffered from suffocation or overdose of sleeping pills, etc. Voiceless doom.

And when Shen Yang is safe and sound, Pang Hui usually sleeps in the side room for half of the time.The walls of the room are not very thick, Pang Hui likes to open the door, in case Shen Rang has a nightmare, it is easier to hear his call.But Shen Yang didn't like to open the door.Pang Hui will wait for him to fall asleep, and quietly open the door a small gap.He has been in the army for so long and has been undercover many times, so it is not a problem to use some small tricks.Shen Yang never found out.

All these are habits that Pang Hui has developed inadvertently.When he was lying on the bed, he subconsciously got up to open Shen Yang's door, but outside the door he heard the sound of Shen Lang turning over.He realized what a terrible habit he had acquired.He didn't know how many such habits there were. The scary thing about these habits was that if he left Shen Yang, Pang Hui didn't know what else he would do.

Take on the next mission like a shadow man?No longer violating the terms of his profession in his line of work to be a veritable watcher?Or accept the sarcasm and ridicule from his peers again, and get involved in the life of another missionary to mortgage his military and party membership for him?

Pang Hui knew that he would not pay as much to the second person as he did back then.Shen Yang is not only his task person, sometimes Pang Hui thinks that he is more like a kind of work achievement, an honor, a work of art completed by himself - a relative.

Pang Hui has been with Shen Yang for eight full years, and he knows his life, work and life well.Shen Lang has been telling Pang Hui frankly that he hates the life of being watched, and he has been waiting for the day when he will be released from danger.Both Pang Hui and Shen Yang felt that it was very vague in their hearts, and they did not expect that day to come so soon.

Logically speaking, Shen Yang, the task force, shouldn't know the news that he was released from danger.His danger level is set by the state, and monitoring his behavior is also a concealed task.Then the withdrawal of surveillance is also unilateral, and has nothing to do with Shen Yang's subjective will.But Pang Hui is a special person.He emerged from the water to monitor Shen Lang openly.Of course, this has something to do with Shen Yang guessing his identity and asking for his help, and it's more——

What is more?

Pang Hui couldn't think of an answer.Yang Pingfei finally chose to say the news about Shen Yang's release from danger in front of Shen Yang, which showed that he knew Pang Hui's attitude towards Shen Yang and recognized Shen Yang.

Pang Hui was so caught off guard by the news, caught off guard that Shen Yang would no longer need to endure him, caught off guard that he would not be able to continue to be with Shen Yang after a year.

There is only one year left for Pang Hui and Shen Yang to live together.

Pang Hui thought about this time repeatedly, standing outside the door and thinking.The moonlight shone in from the window of his room and went all the way to the corridor, casting a shadow of a door frame on the corridor.Pang Hui was standing in the shadows aside, in front of Shen Lang's door.The door in front of Pang Hui suddenly opened at this moment.Shen Lang stood behind the door with his backlit, and seemed to be taken aback when he saw Pang Hui.Then he said with a little embarrassment: "...what are you doing here?"

Pang Hui came back to his senses, smiled and said, "Remembering that you didn't drink milk, I'm considering whether to wake you up."

Shen Yang seemed to want to refuse subconsciously, but said unnaturally: "Then have a drink." Although his tone was uncomfortable, his eyes did not move away, as if his eyes and brain were not on the same control line.

Pang Hui responded, moved his feet that seemed to have taken root, and walked towards the kitchen.As soon as he walked out of the corridor, he heard Shen Yang's footsteps following him.The steps were slow, as slow as his.Pang Hui walked to the kitchen without saying a word, and without turning on the light, he poured a glass of milk for Shen Hang by the light in the refrigerator, and then put it in the microwave.

Pang Hui watched the microwave oven turn, and Shen Lang stood outside the kitchen and looked at Pang Hui.

Pang Hui felt that the surroundings were very quiet.The chirping of crickets and frogs, which can usually be heard because of the remoteness of the house, has disappeared.Pang Hui kept staring at the microwave oven.The heating time is obviously only 50 seconds, but Pang Hui thinks it is very long.

After the microwave oven stopped turning, before Pang Hui reached out, Shen Yang suddenly spoke.

"Are you going back to the team?"

When Pang Hui heard this sentence, he smiled slightly, feeling a little bitter. "Well. Probably, wait for the superior to inform."

Shen Yang didn't speak any more.Pang Hui knew that Shen Yang was urging him to leave.He waited for eight years, and now Pang Hui is finally leaving him.

"You don't have to move again in the future," Pang Hui said pretending to be relaxed, "Don't make such a fuss every year."

Shen Yang still didn't speak.

Pang Hui finally felt that he had nothing to say, he took the milk out of the microwave oven, took two steps towards Shen Lang and handed it to him.Shen Hang took it and noticed that Pang Hui's fingers were cold.Pang Hui's hands were always hot, and every time he noticed that something was wrong with Shen Yang, he would immediately touch his forehead with his hand to check his temperature.This action of his is like a conditioned reflex, and the number of times it is more than the number of times Shen Yang actually has a fever, so Shen Yang knows that Pang Hui's body temperature is always higher than his own.

But Pang Hui's fingers are cold tonight.

Shen Yang said: "You wear more."

Pang Hui looked up at him in surprise.This action is very funny.Pang Hui was a whole head taller than Shen Yang, but his eyes were kept down. It wasn't until Shen Yang spoke that he raised his head as if a child who had made a mistake was called out.There are only a handful of words that Shen Yang cares about people so bluntly, and Pang Hui almost feels that he is hallucinating.Shen Hang didn't repeat, he walked back with milk in one hand.The windows in the house are very large, and Shen Lang likes to buy a house with plenty of light, as if to make up for his horrible life of not being able to see even a little sunlight in the prison for half a year.

It's a full moon tonight.The moonlight was very bright, and Shen Lang's feet stepped on the light spots on all the roads that had to be passed as much as possible.He follows the light in the dark like an OCD.Pang Hui didn't know how Shen Yang would spend alone in this not-so-small house.During the Spring Festival, no one cooks a slightly richer New Year’s Eve dinner, no one brings him milk before going to bed, no one forces him to go to bed when he is too busy to rest, no one drives him when he goes out to meet clients, When in danger--

Pang Hui left the kitchen suddenly, stood in the living room and looked at Shen Lang who was about to walk into the corridor.

"I don't trust you."

Shen Yang's slow steps stopped.

"Can you promise me that you won't make any predictions after one year?" Pang Hui said in a deep voice.He clenched and loosened his fists, and the time waiting for Shen Yang's response seemed extremely long.

"No." Shen Yang said softly after a long time.Although the voice is soft, it is decisive.Pang Hui knew that Shen Yang had never spoken euphemistically, even if it was a lie to reassure Pang Hui.Pang Hui froze on the spot, and after a long time, he gradually let his tense muscles relax.

He sat down on the sofa beside him and said, "I can't sleep, I want to talk to you."

Shen Lang didn't go back to his room directly as Pang Hui expected, he turned around in Pang Hui's surprise, and sat down on the sofa beside Pang Hui.There was a distance of about two people between them, and Shen Hang sat on the armrest of the sofa, holding the cup of warm milk in both hands.

"What are you talking about?"

This is the hardest question.But Pang Hui thought of a lot at that moment.As if there was a time limit of one year, he gathered and excavated all the problems that had been invested in the next few decades in an instant.

"Childhood, prison... anything," Pang Hui said, "You don't let me know much."

Shen Yang paused for a while, making Pang Hui almost think that he would not speak, before he spoke: "I can remember things when I was a few months old. I remember my mother changing my diaper, and I also remember the smell of breast milk. It's not my mother. The nurse was hired by my cousin when I was raising my cousin. I don’t have any playmates of the same age. My cousin looked down on me and called me 'little bastard' since he was in elementary school. The first time I saw Doom was his. He He died in a stinky ditch near the school." Shen Yang paused, "I don't know he died. I thought he just fell, but no one picked him up afterwards. Uncle My aunt thought I pushed him down, and locked me up for a long time. Well, for a long time." Shen Hang repeated.He touched the cup which was still warm, his eyes were a little lost.

"I was later taken to the city by my parents. I had a younger sister. I couldn't see the future of my younger sister. I tried once, but I saw nothing. My ability gradually increased. I was in the sixth grade of elementary school. When I was in grade, I could basically see the doom of everyone I wanted to see. My math teacher often scolded me, saying that I was unrealistic and only dreamy. I saw him in a car accident the next day. A broken leg. At that time I thought it was my ability, but I didn't want to let people die."

"It's not your ability to make people suffer bad luck." Pang Hui said.

But Shen Yang ignored him, and he continued: "When I was in junior high school, a person committed suicide by jumping off a building. I saw his bad luck the day before. I saw my brain burst, my spine was bent, and my hands and feet were broken. After I fell, I was still alive." I rolled three times on the ground. At that time, I realized that I could only see bad luck, but I couldn’t see any other people’s future good luck, and I couldn’t see other people’s happy appearance. I felt—” Shen Yang’s voice was low and frank , without even frowning, "That should be when my spirit is the weakest."

Pang Hui clenched his fist on his knee again.He looked at Shen Yang and pursed his lips tightly.

"I saw three cases of suicide attempts in high school, they used all kinds of self-harm, it took me half a month to recover mentally. Then I learned not to 'see' other people's future ...I controlled myself not to pay attention to others, so that I could suppress my instinct to get information from others, I studied the physiological structure of the human body, trying to figure out what was wrong with me. But I didn't succeed. Then I went to the institute University." Shen Hang's fingers stopped rubbing the cup, maybe because the milk was already cold.

Pang Hui knew all these things, he had seen it from Shen Yang's materials, but hearing his poor and plain description from Shen Yang's mouth was like another experience.Shen Yang is very frank with himself and others, pointing out his likes and dislikes, other people's disguises, and everything in his heart frankly and straightforwardly.Pang Hui often wonders whether it is because his brain has been filled with too much advanced knowledge, so that it cannot accommodate the part of him dealing with social relations.But that was just a joking guess, and Pang Hui could feel more and more that Shen Yang was trying his best to eliminate the space he occupied in other people's lives.He didn't want to have anything to do with anyone, because he was afraid of seeing the other party's terrible future.

Shen Yang stopped and thought about it again, and then he continued: "You know all about my experience in college. Fan Tingye should have reported it to you carefully."

Pang Hui was not surprised that Shen Yang knew about his past monitor.Fan Tingye also confessed that Shen Yang knew of his existence. As a special police officer like them, this was a mistake at work, and Fan Tingye didn't even dare to report it to his superiors.But Pang Hui went to another extreme - he simply became Shen Yang's "friend".

"Would you like to tell me about the prison?" Pang Hui finally couldn't help but speak.

Shen Lang never told Pang Hui how he was treated in prison, and Pang Hui never asked.He could only make a guess from Shen Rang's intermittent statements and what he saw at the time.

When Shen Yang heard the word "prison", he immediately fell silent.Pang Hui suddenly felt that he had asked an extremely embarrassing question.He waved his hand and wanted to say forget it, but Shen Yang opened his mouth and spit out a word.

"Psychotherapy."

"...What?" After living with Shen Yang, Pang Hui read many books on psychology. He knew about this kind of therapy, but he didn't know why Shen Yang said this word.

However, Shen Yang refused to speak.He stood up, turned his back to Pang Hui and said, "Humans' perception of the outside world comes from the senses. If the senses are out of place, all perceptions will be translocated. This is...the closest to the instinct of human consciousness."

Dark spaces and ignorance, the fear of not being able to feel anything including time, can destroy a healthy personality in as little as a week.All unforgivable prisoners will be stripped of their special essence under an extreme spiritual guidance and attack, and exposed to intense fear and falsely distorted senses.Their powers would be scientifically explained in the scientific press and become part of the encyclopedia Human Limits.No experiments are mentioned, neither mental nor physical - because the populace need not care.