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Xu Zhi went downstairs when Xu Yang's piano performance was coming to an end, and then applauded with the crowd when he stood up and bowed.

The guests who came were high-class people who had seen the concerts of top pianists many times, but they still applauded applaudingly, boasting that Xu Yang, who is only nine years old, will become the next piano master.

Xu Zhi felt extremely uncomfortable, so he walked up to Liang Yaqing and told her that he wanted to go back early.

Liang Yaqing didn't care what time Xu Zhi stayed, she cared whether Xu Zhi came or not, not to mention it was almost nine o'clock in the evening, and it was not too early for Xu Zhi to leave.

Xu Zhi got an affirmative answer, waved to Xu Yang from a distance, and went out without looking back.

He walked to the door and heard Liang Yaqing explaining for him, "He is too busy with work."

No one asked Xu Zhi why he didn't work at his home company, and everyone just echoed, "It's good for young people to work hard."

The driver had been waiting for Xu Zhi outside the door, saw Xu Zhi coming, opened the car door for Xu Zhi, and sent Xu Zhi back without saying a word.

Xu Zhi took out his mobile phone and found that Zhou Mu had sent him a message an hour ago, asking him when he would be home and if he wanted to pick him up.

The corner of Xu Zhi's mouth twitched, and he replied to Zhou Mu badly, "I won't be going back today."

Zhou Mu should be holding the phone, so he called Xu Zhi directly.

"What are you doing?" Xu Zhi stretched out his hand to close the car window, staring at the receding street lamps and tree shadows, feeling that tonight didn't seem so uncomfortable.

"Aren't you coming back?" Zhou Mu asked.

Xu Zhi turned down the volume of the phone and signaled the driver to keep quiet, "That's right."

Zhou Mu was silent for a few seconds, and asked Xu Zhi, "I'll pick you up, okay?"

Zhou Mu's words made Xu Zhi feel that he was like a treasure that would be stolen if left outside. Sometimes he wanted to urge him to go home, and sometimes he couldn't wait to pick him up.

Xu Zhi gave a fake cough, "I really won't go back."

"Then when will you come back tomorrow? I'll pick you up." Zhou Mu said on the phone.

Xu Zhi felt that the temperature from Zhou Mu's words was transmitted to his ears through the receiver, so he took the phone a little further away, "No, let's talk about it later."

Then hung up the phone aggressively.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Mu sent another text message, telling him to go to bed early and ask him to pick it up when he returns tomorrow morning.

Xu Zhi read the text message several times, but did not reply.

Then, regardless of the current traffic conditions, he urged the driver to drive faster.

Because of Zhou Mu's phone call, he felt his heart lighten up, like catkins blown by the wind, ups and downs, but they all ran towards Zhou Mu with a clear goal.

When Xu Zhi arrived at the community, it was past 11 o'clock at night. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt today. Although the fabric is excellent, it is uncomfortably hot in summer.

He left home early in the morning, and hadn't seen Zhou Mu for more than 10 hours. Xu Zhi thought that if Zhou Mu couldn't do without him, he would be unhappy at home.

The moonlight is not bright tonight, and the buildings in the community are relatively tall, so there is a bit of gnashing of teeth and claws at this time.

Xu Zhi glanced hastily, feeling a little flustered suddenly, so he lowered his head and didn't dare to look any more.

He raised his hand and tugged on his tie, and walked quickly towards the building where he lived.

There are not many lights on in the community, and the only few lights left come from some small shops on the first floor and a few sparse user lights on the heights.

When he walked to the building next door, Xu Zhi found that the porridge shop he used to buy was still open.

Xu Zhi frowned, he clearly remembered that the porridge shop closed very early.

But because Zhou Mu was still waiting at home, even though he was a little concerned, Xu Zhi didn't go to ask for confirmation. He left the question and walked in two steps.

Xu Zhi opened the access control and walked towards the elevator. There are two elevators in this building, one is maintained at night and the other stops on the 15th floor.

Xu Zhi lived on the 18th floor. After he pressed the up button, he waited for a while before he got the elevator.

The elevator should have been cleaned, and there was a faint smell of disinfectant. Xu Zhi seldom went out at this time, and he usually got up late in the morning, so he never smelled this smell.

The strange smell made Xu Zhi a little uneasy. Xu Zhi took out his phone and looked at it, but Zhou Mu didn't send him any more messages.

The elevator quickly reached the 18th floor. Xu Zhi walked out and stood still at the door of his house. Instead of entering his fingerprints immediately, he knocked on the door and waited for Zhou Mu to open it.

Xu Zhi thought that if Zhou Mu wanted him to come back so much, he would definitely pounce on him when he saw him.

If Zhou Mu couldn't bear it and wanted to kiss him at the door, he would not refuse.

After knocking on the door, Xu Zhi waited for a few seconds.

The door did not open.

Xu Zhi unconsciously licked his lower lip, raised his hand and knocked again.

The second time I used more force than the first time, if Zhou Mu was taking a bath or sleeping, he could still hear it.

The second time, the door didn't open either.

Xu Zhi took a few deep breaths, reassuring himself that Zhou Mu really didn't hear, and then stretched out his hand to enter his fingerprints.

When he raised his hand, Xu Zhi found that his hand was shaking.

"It's okay, don't be afraid," Xu Zhi said to himself in a low voice, "Such symptoms may indeed appear when you are overly anxious."

The door lock clicked, and Xu Zhi pushed the door open.

The light in the entrance is still on, but the living room light is not on.

Xu Zhi pinched his fingers, walked lightly to the living room without changing his shoes.

He stood in the center of the living room and looked around, then walked to the door of the bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed, Xu Zhi slowly pushed down the armrest and opened the door, the light was still off.

Xu Zhi turned on the light, and he yelled, "Zhou Mu."

Xu Zhi's words floated in vain and spread throughout the room, but there was no reply.

Xu Zhi was sure, there was no one at home.

The palpitation that he hadn't known the source from just now found an outlet, and Xu Zhi was overwhelmed by it, and he lost his hearing in an instant due to boredom.

Xu Zhi felt that the surroundings were too quiet, and he stood there sluggishly, the only thought in his mind was that Zhou Mu seemed to appear out of thin air, and then disappeared out of thin air.

Xu Zhi hastily took out his mobile phone, ready to make a call to Zhou Mu, but before he was about to make the call, he heard a sentence.

"Whether the patient is aware that the people around him find that he has abnormal behavior."

Wen Shuyao's words rang in his ears abruptly.

Xu Zhi subconsciously continued with the second sentence.

His voice was very soft, and he murmured, "If you admit that others see his abnormality, will you also think it is abnormal?"

When did this talk come from?

Xu Zhi couldn't remember, but the words rang out over and over again. He seemed to be sealed by a sealed cover with a diameter of less than one meter. In the insufficient air, these words floated.

Over and over again, very persistently insisting that Xu Zhi remember it.

Xu Zhi couldn't think of it, but a horrible and cruel idea appeared very inappropriately.

His hands and feet were stiff, and he ran out the door quickly and staggeringly. There was something he thought he needed to check.

No one had ever used the elevator, and it was still parked on the 18th floor. Xu Zhi pressed the down button and ran into the elevator unsteadily.

The red numbers representing the floors on the elevator display were beating regularly, and Xu Zhi's hand holding the phone was protruding because of too much force.

Almost as soon as the elevator reached the first floor, Xu Zhi rushed out.

The porridge shop was about to close, the light sign at the door was off, but the lights were still on inside the house, and the boss was bending over to sweep the floor with his back to the door.

Xu Zhi walked to the door, took two deep breaths, and walked in.

The boss heard the sound, straightened up and turned to the door, and said apologetically, "Sorry, it's closed."

He looked at Xu Zhi with nothing but apology.

Without the sense of familiarity that Xu Zhi expected to see, the boss looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger.

The thread in Xu Zhi's heart that was pulling his heart tightened again, and he asked the boss dryly, "You don't know me?"

The boss put the broom on the edge of the table, turned around and stared at Xu Zhi for a few seconds, then smiled very honestly, "I can't remember exactly, but you probably don't come here often."

Xu Zhi's Adam's apple moved, and he opened his mouth twice before making a sound, "I bought oatmeal here every day until the 11th of this month."

"There is also a steamed dumpling." Xu Zhi added.

"Then you remember wrongly," the boss laughed loudly, and continued to pick up the broom to sweep the floor. "Steaming dumplings is troublesome. They haven't been sold in the store for a long time."

The boss had a loud voice and clear words. Xu Zhi understood what he said the first time, but he still asked the boss, "What did you say?"

"Steamed dumplings have not been sold for more than two months," the boss explained patiently, "My wife gave birth, and I was too late."

Xu Zhi was stunned, until the boss asked what was wrong, and he said, "That must be because I remembered wrongly."

Then he ran away as if fleeing.

It's nearly twelve o'clock now, Xu Zhi has lived in this community for a long time, and only today did he know that the lights in the community are not always on all night.

He plunged into the thick night, moving slowly, like a puppy that has been kicked out of the house.

Xu Zhi clearly remembered that according to the Doc1 record on his computer, the day Zhou Mu came was July 7th.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the date. This month is indeed still in July. On the 10th, he did eat oatmeal and steamed dumplings. So what went wrong?

Xu Zhi had no hope, what if he misremembered the time of the document.

Xu Zhi returned home soon, but there was still no one at home. He ran to the bedroom to turn on the computer, and clicked on Doc1 with trembling hands.

Doc1: On July 7, Zhou Mu made Xu Zhi's heart beat faster.

----"Steamed dumplings have not been sold for more than two months."

Xu Zhi managed to calm down, opened the website of the novel he signed, and searched for his pen name, but the search result was empty.

"Because I haven't posted yet," Xu Zhi's Adam's apple twitched, comforting himself in a small but aggrieved voice, but quickly opened the mailbox with his hand.

At that time, the website signing contract was sent to Xu Zhi's mailbox. Xu Zhi printed it out, signed it and mailed it back, but the electronic version must still be in the mailbox.

Xu Zhi's mailbox status has always been online, before opening the inbox, he became hesitant.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and all sounds were amplified. Xu Zhi first heard the sound of the computer exhaust fan cooling down, and then suddenly heard Wen Shuyao's voice.

"If you can recognize the abnormality, do you think it is your own mental problem?"

Xu Zhi no longer hesitated, reached out and clicked on the inbox.

----<Your inbox is empty>

Xu Zhi sat behind the desk in a daze, looked numbly at the mailbox without any mail, and finally thought through Wen Shuyao's words.

"The fourth aspect of the Oxford Psychiatry's assessment of insight is whether you think you need treatment if you think it's psychiatric."

"These four aspects have a great effect on the self-assessment of delusional patients."

Xu Zhi slipped and sat on the ground all of a sudden, thinking without emotion, it turned out that no one was wrong, from the beginning to the end, he was the only one who went crazy.

The phone interface was still stuck on the page of Zhou Mu's contact information, Xu Zhi stared at it for two seconds, and clicked to exit.

Novel website contract writers are fake.

The porridge shop owner didn't know him, and the steamed dumplings with fresh shrimps were fake.

The presumptuous idea that no one does housework so they always pack and eat is a lie.

The bedroom door and window were closed tightly, the air was completely stagnant, and it was sticky and heavy to wrap Xu Zhi.

It felt a little like drowning.

Xu Zhi is the unfortunate drowning person, desperately and eagerly looking for someone in the deep and dark seabed, but found nothing.

Zhou Mu is also fake.

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