After amnesia, monopolized by paranoia

When Qi Rang woke up, his side was empty. He got up and saw the note his brother left for him——

"Rang Rang, I have to deal with some things today, come back later, if you want to go to play, please contact Li Quan - 152****5212."

He worked hard to run his still a little chaotic mind, and slowly thought, it turns out that my brother really has a job when he comes to Japan...

Half an hour later, after Qi Rang finished washing, he was completely awake. He felt a little hungry and wanted to go out to eat something, but he didn't understand Japanese, so he didn't dare to go out casually, so he called Li Quan first.

Li Quan lived next door, and rushed over quickly after receiving the call.

"Do you speak Japanese?"

This was the first question Qi Rang asked when he saw Li Quan.

"Yes, I majored in Japanese as an undergraduate, and I took the management exam after the postgraduate entrance examination."

"That's great, let's go out to eat first, I'm going to starve to death."

Qi Rang is not exaggerating at all, he is really hungry, one is because he slept for too long, and the other is because he arrived too late last night, and it was even later when he ate. Eat more.

Entering the restaurant recommended by Li Quan, Qi Rang first ordered a signature sashimi set meal, but felt that it was too little, so he added another bowl of ramen to eat.

It was past one o'clock when we left the restaurant. Qi Rang looked along the street and noticed that there were crowds of people on the street, as if some event was being held. When he asked Li Quan, he got an affirmative answer——

"It's the Gion Festival. It usually starts on July 16st and lasts throughout July. Today's No. [-] is Xiaoshan. There will be many snacks on both sides of the street. Do you want to see it?"

Qi Rang's eyes lit up when he heard Chi, and he made a decisive decision: "Let's go, let's go and have a look."

The Gion Festival can be said to be one of the most important days of the year in Kyoto. Even during the day, it is very lively. Snack carts are neatly lined up on both sides of the street, and there are various century-old shops behind the sidewalk.

Qi Rang is not short of money, he buys and tastes everything he sees that interests him, and even brings Li Quan to eat and drink together, until Li Quan is full, he intends to go back with unsatisfied intentions.

On the way back to the house, I accidentally saw a fruit shop marked with a century-old shop—it has a simple temperament, and the slightly old decoration reveals a sense of historical accumulation. I went in and bought a lot of wagashi.

In the end, they returned to the hotel with big bags and small bags, and distributed a lot to Li Quan to take back, which was the end of today's fun.

Qi Rang slumped on the bed exhaustedly, took a short sleep, and woke up hungry after six o'clock, so he ate some snacks he brought back, feeling less hungry, and took out his drawing board.

Although he has not drawn a complete painting since he lost his memory, he still brought tools with him habitually when he came to Japan this time.

Qi Rang recalled the lively streets of Xiaoshan in his mind, and always felt that he should be able to draw something now.

But the reality gave Qi Rang a resounding slap—he sat empty for an unknown period of time, and he didn’t even have an idea of ​​how to start a manuscript. He clearly had a picture in his mind, but he didn’t express it very much. "How much better.

Qi Rang sighed and had to put down his brush.

He scanned the entire room boredly, and suddenly stopped when his eyes touched the black gloves on the TV cabinet-the mixed and lively images in his mind were suddenly replaced by his brother who held out his hand to him with an umbrella in the misty rain and fog.

It seems that there is a pen in the picture in his memory, which outlines the shape along the lines of his brother's body, and continues to refine it, turning the vivid human body into an oil painting with strong color contrast.

Qi Rang, who had been facing the drawing board but didn't know where to start, suddenly had a feeling that the lines flowed smoothly from the depths of his mind. He didn't need to stop to conceive when he lifted the pen, and the frame of the human body gradually appeared on the paper.

It was a very strange state. Painting seemed to be an instinct hidden in his body. He was not awake, but he clearly knew what he was going to do next, coloring, detailing, and using pigments of different saturations Superimposed into light and shadow with strong contrast between light and dark, a few highlights can turn decay into magic to highlight different materials.

Everything from the misty background to the condensation of water vapor on the leather gloves is shown in detail. The characters in the painting are so vivid that they seem to be walking off the drawing paper in the next second.

"Guru..."

The sound of the hungry stomach was infinitely amplified in the empty room.

Qi Rang blinked his dry and aching eyes, covered his stomach and glanced at the phone screen, only to realize that he had been drawing for nearly four hours, no wonder he was so hungry.

Painting is really a physical and energy-consuming thing.

Qi Rang got up listlessly, rummaging through the pile of things he brought back at noon, the snacks were already cold, and the taste was really not very good, he finally opened the chocolate he bought from an unknown store and stuffed it into his mouth.

The slightly astringent sweetness spread in the mouth, which greatly relieved the twitching stomach. Qi Rang took the chocolate in his mouth and studied the chocolate box aimlessly.

Although I can't read Japanese, judging from the picture, there seems to be something sandwiched in the chocolate?

Qi Rang tentatively bit the chocolate, and a cool, wine-scented liquid flowed out, combined with the rich taste of chocolate, making the swallowed part extremely smooth and mellow, without leaving a lingering feeling in the throat .

I have to say that wine and chocolate are a perfect match.

Qi Rang was a little bit over the top, stuffing wine chocolates into his mouth piece by piece, and unknowingly finished most of the box.

When he got up and realized that the world in front of him was shaking a little, Qi Rang shook his head, thinking blankly, is he drunk?

Can eating bonbon chocolate also make people drunk?

Qi Rang shook his head vigorously, as if he heard the sound of his brain shaking, he felt swelling and pain, and became dizzy even more.

He took two unsteady steps back, supported the wall, and slowly waited for his eyes to focus, but the strange thing was that his eyes could not focus on a certain place, and the world he saw became very strange, and everything was distorted Yes, the colors are magnificent and psychedelic.

It seems that there is a vortex that absorbs the pigment in the pupil, the more you want to see clearly, the more you can only see the chaotic|mixed colors.

Gradually, a deeper and more terrifying longing slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart. His teeth were itching badly. He couldn't tell what that longing was, but he really wanted to bite his wrist and tear himself apart in order to Vent the soaring emotions in his heart that almost broke him.

His teeth clasped his wrist, but Qi Rang resisted biting down, his eyes searched around, and when he saw the remaining half box of chocolates, he rushed to bite the outer shell, and swallowed the wine impatiently.

not enough.

Still not enough.

He was very uncomfortable, and there seemed to be something agitating in his blood, which was about to break through his veins.

He had to get out and find something to ease his plight!

Qi Rang stood up unsteadily, and walked out along the wall.

He could hardly see the situation ahead, he was in the corridor, but what he saw was a twisted tunnel, the walls were like a flowing rainbow, almost sucking him in.

Suddenly, it seemed that something blocked his way.

Qi Rang turned his head with difficulty, and saw a black tentacle protruding from the twisted wall, wrapping around his wrist, as if trying to suck him into the wall.

"Go away!"

He tore off the tentacles angrily, and the wall twisted even more, like a cloud of black paint crashing into a flowing rainbow, messing up the colors of the entire wall.

After a while of confusion, the black tentacle popped out again, wrapping tightly around Qi Rang's wrist, and at the same time there were strange ravings from the wall, which made Qi Rang's brain explode.

Qi Rang was furious, grabbing the annoying tentacles, trying to tear them apart.

The owner of the "tentacle" - Li Quan, did not expect that Qi Rang, who looked thin and weak in appearance, would have such a strong force when he exploded, and his slender fingers dug into his flesh, almost crushing his wrist bones.

Li Quan tried to arouse Qi Rang's rationality, and shouted: "Qi Rang, calm down, I am Li Quan, and I am Mr. Qi's special assistant. I will not hurt you!"

But Qi Rang turned a deaf ear to it. Taking advantage of the short moment when Li Quan lost his resistance because of the pain, he grabbed Li Quan's hair and slammed it against the wall. His ruthless style was completely different from the innocent and harmless youth in the afternoon.

If Qi Rang had acted so viciously from the beginning, when Li Quan found out that he was drunk and wanted to go out, he would never have come out recklessly alone to stop him.

You must know that the Japanese-style hotel they are in is not a towering building, but a courtyard divided into separate areas. Usually, there will be no staff coming over, and it is impossible for anyone to suddenly appear to stop the crazy Qi. let.

Li Quan was knocked into a daze. The severe pain occupied his whole brain, and he couldn't summon any strength to resist. He seemed to be able to hear the cracking sound of his skull being smashed.

He couldn't help thinking desperately, could it be that Qi Rang, who lost his mind, would really beat him to death here today?

Just when Li Quan was about to lose his hold, a person seemed to appear at the entrance at the end of his vision.

The man's entire back was hidden in the moisture of the night. Compared with the savagery released by Qi Rang, he was more like a truly experienced hunter who was good at hiding himself, lurking in the dark and waiting for the opportunity to kill with one blow.

It was Qi Yuebai who came back.

Qi Yuebai walked over with strides, restrained Qi Rang from behind, Qi Rang was still holding on to Li Quan and refused to let go, he just took Qi Rang to hit the wall without mercy.

Although there was Qi Yuebai as a buffer, Qi Rang was already a little dizzy due to drunkenness, and this collision directly sent him spinning, and he unknowingly let go of Li Quan.

Li Quan took a few steps back for the rest of his life, clutching his bleeding forehead and looking at Qi Rang in horror.

Qi Rang, who had beaten him so helplessly just now, was strangled in Qi Yuebai's arms at the moment, and he looked almost the same as before, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the arms that restrained him.

While restraining Qi Rang, Qi Yuebai was able to cover Qi Rang's eyes with one free hand. He looked at Li Quan and said, "I'll go to the hospital for a check-up later, I don't need to continue following these few days. Arrangement, expense and thank you letter reimbursement."

The letter of thanks is the general secretary of Qi Yuebai's secretariat, and reporting this matter to her almost means getting a chance to support her.

Li Quan nodded quickly: "I see, Mr. Qi."

Qi Yuebai nodded, and walked in with Qi Rang, who was so obedient after his eyes were covered.

Li Quan supported the wall and stood up. Feeling dizzy, he didn't dare to be brave, so he called Xie Qingshu. Xie Qingshu also came to Japan as the general secretary and lived next door with the translator.

While waiting for the thank you letter to arrive, Li Quan suddenly recalled Qi Yuebai's action of covering Qi Rang's eyes——

He has seen a lot of people who go crazy after being drunk, but no one's eyes are like Qi Rang's, crazy and psychedelic, as if pretending to be another mysterious world...

The author has something to say: Hey, the copywriting plot is coming, it’s so fast, sit still hehehe (?˙︶˙?)