My Iyashikei Game Chapter 632: Unfamiliar parents
Chapter 633 Unfamiliar parents
The security guards pulled Han Fei out of the puppet coat, tied him to a stretcher with a restraint belt, and finally several people worked together to lift him into the ambulance.
During the whole process, the half-white-haired man did not step forward to stop him. He seemed to be a very sensible person and knew that the problem could only be solved by sending Han Fei to the hospital as soon as possible.
So he was just standing around Han Fei just like the spectators around him.
The door of the ambulance was closed by the doctor. Finally, Han Fei no longer had to endure the strange eyes, and he gradually calmed down.
The doctor in a white coat began to bandage his arm. When everyone saw the dense wounds on Han Fei's arm, they were also very frightened.
"Doctor Han, your son's condition is serious again. With so many wounds, it will take a long time to dig." A doctor in the ambulance knew a man with half-white hair, and he treated Han Fei very carefully. Wounds, prevent wounds from becoming infected.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." The man called Doctor Han muttered to himself, it seemed that Han Fei would have something else to hide.
The ambulance quickly drove to a hospital not far from the paradise, and Han Fei was sent to the fourth floor of the hospital.
"Doctor Fu, the patient who was discharged from the hospital yesterday fell ill again. He escaped from home alone, and ran into the paradise after dawn." The doctor in the ambulance simply told Doctor Fu about Han Fei's situation.
As Han Fei's previous attending physician, he knew Han Fei's condition very well: "Did he hurt anyone this time?"
"He scratched his arm, I have already treated the wound."
"Seriously?"
"I dug them all out by myself. There are a lot of them, but the wounds are not deep, as if they were deliberately experiencing pain." The doctor said, pointing to Han Fei's arm.
"Is there a self-abuse tendency? Is it caused by severe hallucinations? Or other reasons?" Dr. Fu frowned and thought, he had never met such a difficult patient.
After pondering for a moment, Doctor Fu looked up at the man with half-white hair: "Doctor Han, what did your son do before? Did you hide something from us?"
Doctor Han shook his head: "I have told you everything."
"Are you sure?" Dr. Fu rested his chin with both hands, staring at Han Fei's father: "Only by strong stimulation or physical shock, can it cause amnesia and brain dysfunction..."
"Do you suspect that I am deliberately concealing my illness? If I can save my child, I am willing to give everything!" Dr. Han said firmly.
"I didn't mean to doubt you." Dr. Fu spread his hands, "Let's not talk about it. Recently, there have been more and more unnamed corpses in the city. Your forensic doctors should be quite busy, so I won't delay you." precious time."
"I'll leave after Han Fei's mother comes." Dr. Han was very indifferent, and his temper was rather weird.
Half an hour later, the middle-aged woman who sent Han Fei home appeared. She accompanied Han Fei to receive treatment from Dr. Fu, while Han Fei's father, Dr. Han, left early.
The treatment lasted until one o'clock in the afternoon, and Han Fei still didn't recall anything. He didn't even know the names of his parents, and seeing them was like meeting them for the first time.
"We must insist on taking the medicine. Although his behavior is still very different from normal people, he has learned to restrain himself. At least this time he didn't hurt innocent people again. This is already a very good progress. "Dr. Fu said a lot to the middle-aged woman, and it can be summed up in one sentence-the medicine must not be stopped.
Seeing that her child's condition has improved, the middle-aged woman repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Dr. Fu. She followed Dr. Fu into the depths of the hospital, as if to get new medicine.
Han Fei sat alone on the hospital bed, and he found that as long as he entered the hospital, he would feel extremely uneasy inside.
This place is obviously a place to save lives and heal the wounded, but it gives him the feeling of killing every step of the way.
Keeping vigilance at all times, Han Fei seemed to be in a daze, but was actually observing everyone who walked past him.
Whether it is a doctor, a nurse or a nurse, they will look at him more when they pass by.
Everyone's eyes made Han Fei feel particularly uncomfortable. It was a kind of eyes that looked at a different kind, and it could even be further said that it was a kind of eyes that humans see some kind of harmful things.
Restless, Han Fei clasped his hands together, and he forced himself not to be afraid and try to think hard.
"The middle-aged man with black and white hair claims to be my father. He is a forensic doctor, but he seems to be hiding something from my attending doctor." Han Fei's eyebrows were knitted together, he didn't know Who in this world is the one who will really help him. As an amnesiac, he always feels that people all over the world want to kill him. Everyone seems to be playing a game in tacit understanding. What Han Fei needs to do is to survive to the end without being killed, and what the others have to do is to kill him with their own hands.
Because of too much force, his arm bled again, and the physical pain was nothing to Han Fei.
“I seem to be used to pain, but judging from the scripts and books in my bedroom, I should be a screenwriter or actor. Have I always had the habit of hurting myself?”
"Han Fei, you're home." A middle-aged woman's voice came from the other side of the corridor, holding a pack of medicine in her hand.
Seeing those medicine bottles, Han Fei had the urge to flee again. Those medicines were all poison in his eyes, and he would die if he took them.
"This medicine will have a little side effect, and it will be more irritating to the body. Try to take it immediately after meals, and you can increase the dosage of other kinds." Dr. Fu wrote a list and handed it to the middle-aged woman, and then he looked at it. To Han Fei: "I really feel that he has recovered a lot, which shows that the treatment is effective."
Dr. Fu just said something casually, but Han Fei felt that there was a deeper meaning behind this sentence. Dr. Fu's treatment may not be to cure himself, and Dr. Han's concealment may not be for his own benefit. .
Han Fei, who lost his memory, would not trust these people. The choices before him were bad, very bad, and worse.
The middle-aged woman was obviously much happier after hearing Dr. Fu's words, and she took Han Fei out of the hospital.
It was similar to the scene on the first day. The woman led Han Fei back home. She let Han Fei sit on the sofa to rest first, and then ran into the kitchen to cook.
The middle-aged woman took good care of Han Fei, and it could be said that she was meticulous. This kind of care was completely unfamiliar to Han Fei, and such a role had never appeared in his memory.
"Is she really my mother?" Han Fei's impression of his parents was very faint. He tried hard to recall, but there was only a blank in his mind.
"What is written on the torn half-page script? If my mother is not my mother, after the script is read by my mother, she will definitely destroy the whole story, and it is absolutely impossible to tear up only the most critical part. Part..." Putting his hands together, a guess appeared in Han Fei's mind: "Could it be that I tore it off myself? I hid the most important part somewhere?"
In fact, Han Fei was very resistant to going home. As soon as he entered the house, he remembered all the things that happened to him last night.
He knew that this place was very dangerous, but he had to come back because there were traces of his life here, and he wanted to find the lost memory by himself.
Soon the middle-aged woman prepared the meal, and she brought two plates of vegetarian dishes to the table.
"Is it a vegetarian dish again?" Han Fei looked at the same meal as yesterday. This family seemed to be in a horrible cycle, and he had to find a way to get out of it.
"This is your favorite food." The middle-aged woman looked at Han Fei distressedly: "If you want to change the taste, I can make it for you tomorrow."
"I like vegetarian dishes the most?" Han Fei took a bite of the dish and put it in his mouth. The middle-aged woman's fried dishes were delicious, but Han Fei still felt that she was lying.
Compared with vegetarian dishes, he should prefer meat, meat that can be swallowed and chewed, this is his instinctive reaction.
After Han Fei finished eating, the woman cleaned up the dishes and entered the kitchen.
Han Fei, who was sitting on the sofa, got up immediately. In order to prevent the middle-aged woman from discovering him, he ran back to his bedroom and closed the door.
Picking up the trash can, Han Fei found a bag to cover it, and began to force himself to vomit, trying to spit out everything he had just eaten.
Dr. Fu explained to the middle-aged woman that the most irritating medicine should be taken immediately after the meal, but the middle-aged woman saw that Han Fei had finished eating, but did not mention the matter of taking the medicine at all. It has been mixed into the meal.
Besides, the middle-aged woman went straight to the kitchen after opening the door and entering the house. She entered the house with medicine, but when she came out of the kitchen, the medicine was gone.
"After eating last time, I was very sleepy. I fell asleep until night. When I woke up, the whole room was full of ghosts. There is a high possibility that there is something wrong with the meal."
Sealing the mouth of the bag, Han Fei hid it in the deepest part of the closet, and then he quickly restored everything.
Counting the last time he fell asleep in his mind, Han Fei lay silently on the bed and pretended to be asleep.
About twenty minutes later, the bedroom door was opened directly. The middle-aged woman took off her apron, covered Han Fei with a quilt, and sat beside Han Fei for a long time.
“We don’t know if it’s right to do this, but some mistakes can’t stop once they start. Maybe you will become like this, it’s God’s punishment for us.”
In addition to love, there is deep pain and self-blame in the eyes of the middle-aged woman.
"You will become better and become a better self."
After she finished speaking, she got up and left, and then Han Fei heard a middle-aged woman calling from the living room.
"Won't you cause them to suspect that you have been staying underground? What tools do you need to bring there? Okay, I will clean up the first floor."
The middle-aged woman hung up the phone, she rummaged in the living room for a while, and then left.
"I may really be an actor, pretending to be sleeping is very natural, even my breathing is very even."
Han Fei opened his eyes. He opened the closet, cleaned up the vomit first, destroyed the evidence, and then stood in the middle of the living room.
“It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, and it’s still a long time before it gets dark.”
Before it got dark, Han Fei didn't feel too scared when he stayed at home alone. He felt that many changes should have started at night.
"Look at what I left first." Han Fei picked up the script on the table, and he realized that he should be a horror movie screenwriter, and all the scripts he wrote were horror stories, plus those unfinished and damaged Yes, exactly ninety-nine ghost stories in total.
"Ninety-nine again?"
Many scripts are just a sentence, or an inspiration that seems to be written casually. It is difficult to read any connection from it. Han Fei can only memorize them all with his super memory.
"The sixth story - the tenant, that woman moved in in July, and her belly is getting bigger day by day."
“These stories take place in various parts of the city, and many of them read as if they were real.”
After reading the script, Han Fei looked at the books again. He flipped through them one by one to check where the bookmarks were located to make sure there were no notes in the book.
When he picked up Salinger's "The Heart of Broken Stories", he found that the bookmark happened to be caught on a certain page, and when he opened it, a line of words in the book was marked.
"Some people think love is sex, it's marriage, it's six o'clock kisses, it's a bunch of kids, and maybe it's true, Miss Lester. But you know what I think? I think love is wanting To touch and withdraw the hand."
"What do you mean?" Han Fei tried hard to recall, and a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.
Just in the morning, when the mother of the child saw her face, she instinctively approached her, and then rationally kept her distance.
"If you think about it this way?" Han Fei shook his head: "I'm really not quite right."
Looking at the time, Han Fei vaguely remembered what the middle-aged woman said on the phone just now: "Who was she talking to at that time? Bringing tools over there? Cleaning up the first floor?"
After hesitating for a moment, Han Fei decided to go and have a look. Anyway, sooner or later he would leave this house.
Putting all the scripts and key books into his backpack, Han Fei opened the living room door and walked out.
"Before dark, I can still suppress the fear in my heart. After dark, I am afraid that I will be completely swallowed by fear. I must make good use of this time."
Han Fei entered the safe passage and walked down quietly, and soon he came to the first floor.
"The first basement floor..."
Just looking at the ground, Han Fei's goosebumps popped out, and every cell in his body resisted him from continuing to go down, as if there was something horrific hidden there.
But the strange thing is that when he looked at the stairs leading to the underground, he felt very familiar, as if he himself had walked through it countless times.
Instinctively heading underground, Han Fei entered the dark passageway on the first floor of the basement. He was about to move on when he heard footsteps.
Before he had time to think, Han Fei hid in the room closest to him.
A faint strange smell wafted into his nostrils, and a thought came to Han Fei's mind: "Is this the smell of formalin?"
He doesn't know why he is familiar with the smell of formalin~IndoMTL.com~ Logically speaking, his career should be screenwriter and actor.
Holding his breath, a figure walked by in the darkness, but the other party didn't notice him.
Forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, Han Fei followed the figure and walked a few steps. He saw uncleaned blood stains and some extremely crazy red text on the ground.
"Is that person cleaning up the blood on the ground?"
Han Fei covered his mouth and followed, but at this moment, the black shadow stopped.
She took out her mobile phone and connected a call.
Han Fei couldn't hear what the person on the other end of the phone was saying clearly, but he could hear the voice of Sombra clearly.
"Is the corpse difficult to deal with? I can't go there now, there is still a lot of blood to be cleaned...Okay, I understand."
The black figure who cleaned up the blood on the basement floor was the middle-aged woman who claimed to be Han Fei's mother.
There will be no two changes tomorrow, I will live broadcast the handstand splits
(end of this chapter)