"As long as you have doubts about the world, bad luck will come?" Chen Ge shook his head gently: "The only scattered memories in my mind tell me that even if you just live simply, you will be tortured by bad luck and despair."

"Different." Zuo Han touched the wound in his left eye, as if new flesh was growing, so itchy: "Your past memories may come from reality, reality has always been cruel, and everything you are experiencing now is more like a dream, a dream that cannot wake up."

"Since I woke up in the hospital, I have never dreamed again at night. If you look at this aspect, your guess makes sense." Chen Ge poured Zuo Han a glass of water, but Zuo Han didn't even touch him. He was very cautious.

"Your body recovers very quickly and your eyes become gentle. I know you actually understand a lot of things, but you are unwilling to admit it now because you have the beauty and taste the taste of happiness, so you don't want to break it with your own hands." Zuo Han is not only smart, but also has a strong insight. He saw a lot of things from Chen Ge's various expressions and tone of speaking.

When Chen Ge heard Zuo Han's words, he didn't answer. He always asked himself back, but there was no answer.

"If this is just a dream, it is suspected that it will cause bad luck and tear down all the beauty, but even if you wake up from the dream, don't you still have to return to the more cruel reality?"

"The beauty here is false." Zuo Han stood up and looked at Chen Ge very seriously: "In just over a month, what have you experienced? You are not like this in the hospital ward. At that time, you gave me the feeling like an evil ghost hiding a heart of revenge."

"I haven't experienced anything special, I just lived the simplest life. If I had to say something, I should have met Zhang Ya." Chen Ge sat on the chair, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated: "She is unique to me, and I will feel very relieved to be with her."

"I thought it would be very smooth, but I didn't expect that I might have a waste of time today." Zuo Han took off his gloves and took out a wrinkled note from his pocket: "Meng will wake up one day after all. If you change your mind, you can come to this place to find me."

When Chen Ge went to pick up the notes, he found that all the fingerprints on Zuo Han's fingers had been worn off.

"I am a wanted criminal now. This is the last time I came to you on my own initiative." After seeing Chen Ge accepting the note, Zuo Han prepared to leave: "This city looks beautiful on the surface, but in fact, its glorious outer skin is covered with pus wounds. When you are unwilling to leave on your own, it will slowly swallow you into your stomach."

"I will think about it."

"Well, I want to tell you one more thing. I once stole a white mobile phone from the hospital. After opening it, I was full of all kinds of curse words and a lot of small games related to curse. At first I thought this was an exception, but later I peeked at the phones of other nursing staff and doctors in the hospital and found that everyone in the hospital had many games and mini programs related to curse installed in the white mobile phones. If you see someone using a white mobile phone in the future, remember not to get too close to him." After Zuo Han finished speaking, he did not stop and left through the window of the haunted bathroom.

Close the window, Chen Ge's face turned gloomy. He leaned against the door of the toilet compartment, and his brain was running rapidly.

"There were many memory fragments in my mind, which were completely different life. The hospital doctor told me that all those memories were delusional. But after seeing the seven glass jars in the dean's office, I can be sure that the experience did exist." Chen Ge was actually very clear that if those memory fragments were real, then the city he lives in now would probably be false.

"The hospital only agreed to be discharged after I found that all the memory fragments in my mind disappeared. But the key to the problem was that Dr. Sun reminded me when I was discharged and said that the treatment had just begun."

"Eliminating my past memories is just the first step in treatment. Next they should start to reshape my memories so that I will completely stop doubting the hospital and the world, and become a doll living in this city."

"They used false happiness and beauty to paralyze me, give me everything I long for, throw me away reluctantly, and even make myself a rule defender."

Chen Ge's eyes were cold: "They had a good idea, but there were too many accidents in the middle, the patient's escape, Zuo Han's suspicion of the world, Dr. Sun's help, and most importantly, Zhang Ya seemed to have some change."

He remembered very clearly that when he saw Zhang Ya in the hospital, blood beads gathered from blood words penetrated into Zhang Ya's body.

"The meaning of Zhang Ya's existence at the beginning should be to make up for my regrets and fulfill my obsession, but under the influence of those blood-colored words, Zhang Ya began to have some very terrifying dreams every night."

"Those dreams may be reality. Those dreams have been reminding me and Zhang Ya that there are bloody faces under this beautiful bubble."

"This is a beautiful world that makes me sink, but I'm not the only one in my life." A series of blurred figures appeared in Chen Ge's mind: "The patient who cut out his second personality in his heart in the brain maze, was still suffering in the hospital, the child who was split into a glass jar, the scarred face of Dr. Sun, and even Zhang Ya."

Looking back on the day when I went out shopping, Chen Ge instinctively made Zhang Ya instinctively when he was making a doll.

Chen Ge, who is proficient in puppet making, had already discovered the problem at that time. The puppet he made Zhang Ya was dressed in blood and was covered with negative emotions. He was not Zhang Ya who was wearing ghost makeup at all, but a fierce god who was extremely terrifying.

Zhang Ya, who is made by instinct, is different from the people around you, or Zhang Ya in the haunted house, is only part of the real Zhang Ya.

Thinking of this, Chen Ge looked down at the note in his palm. The note had four words written on the front - Ping'an Apartment, and the location of Ping'an Apartment was roughly marked on the back.

"Doctor Sun helped me escape from the hospital, which shows that the way to wake up from my dream is not in the hospital, but in this city."

The writer and Zuo Han left the same message to Chen Ge. After thinking for a while, he turned around and entered the employee lounge, and then walked out with a shabby backpack.

The white cat followed Chen Ge happily. When he was about to walk out of the haunted house, Chen Ge put it back into the house: "I'm going to a very dangerous place, you can stay here to watch the house."

The two alien eyes looked at Chen Ge in confusion. The white cat even felt flattered. After a moment, it ran out again, as if worried that Chen Ge would not want it.

"I'm not going to play this time. You can take a good look at your house. I'll be back before dawn."

Chen Ge finally did not bring the white cat with him. According to the prompt on the note, he took a taxi to a specialty hotel close to Ping'an Apartment.

Taxi drivers in Xinhai rarely come to such remote places. When Chen Ge got off the bus, the other party kept telling him not to come around the suburbs alone at night.

Chen Ge came to the hotel with the intention of preventing him from being followed, so he next prepared to walk to the apartment.

But he happened to have not eaten much for a day and was hungry, so he went straight into the restaurant.

Ping An Apartment is located in the western suburbs of Xinhai. This place is very desolate. Before Chen Ge came, he didn't expect that there would be a more famous specialty hotel in Xinhai.

The shop is famous for its "branded" and "wild game". Later, after the city did not allow the game business, the shop owner hurriedly clarified to someone, saying that all the meat in the shop is home-fried, but because of the unique seasoning formula, the taste is extremely delicious.

The store is not large in size, there are no private rooms, and only five or six low wooden tables are placed in the lobby.

"Sorry, we have stopped business." A big fat man stood at the cashier. He was wearing a dirty apron and had a very obvious scar on his face.

"I came here to eat from the city. What are you left here? Just get me a portion." Chen Ge smelled the aroma of meat in the store and felt even hungry. He found a seat to sit down and looked through the menu.

"There are some vegetables, but the meat is gone, and the meat here is very fast." After finishing the work at hand, the fat chef walked to Chen Ge with the menu: "There are still some dumplings in the refrigerator, why don't I get you some wild boar meat dumplings?"

"I don't like eating wild game very much. Just order food." Chen Ge looked up at the chef, and the chef also looked down at him.

The two of them saw each other's face in an instant, and then something strange happened.

The scars on the fat chef's face began to twist, and his body seemed to be frozen, and cold sweat continued to flow down his forehead.

"Do you know me?" Chen Ge narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know!" The chef answered decisively. After he said that, he walked towards the kitchen as if he was running for life, but Chen Ge grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't you really know it? Then why are you leaving? What's your name?" Chen Ge looked at her body with not much flesh, but her hands were very strong. His five fingers held the chef's shoulders tightly like steel claws: "Your body is trembling, are you afraid of me?"

"I was not afraid of you, I just admitted my mistake. You were very similar to a police officer. I thought you were here to check game." The chef did not dare to look back, his voice was very low.

"You are lying." Chen Ge's arm was even harder: "Say, what's your name?"

"I call it Chi Longtou, it's a chef. Please let me go." The chef begged.

"Eat the faucet? The braised cooking shop?" Chen Ge felt a little familiar. He pressed the chef to the wall and reached out to touch the scar on the chef's face.

Judging from the size, the chef is much taller than Chen Ge, but in fact the chef didn't even have the idea of ​​resisting.

"The wound on your face has not yet been scabbed, and the wound is not deep. It seems like you were scratching something little by little. Is this some kind of punishment?" Chen Ge's fingers touched the edge of the wound, and the chef grinned in pain: "The outer periphery of the wound is extremely irregular, just like every time it is about to scab, you have to scratch it again. This must be very painful, right?"

Hearing Chen Ge's words, the chef's legs became weak. He knelt on the ground, his face as if he was dead: "Chen Ge, let's just treat it as if we had never met you, okay? I have never seen you, and you have never entered my hotel."

"Do you still know my name?" Chen's singer became even stronger. He was sure that it was the first time he saw the Dragon Head, but the other party knew him. This shows that there was a certain intersection between the two before, and that intersection is also a proof of past memories.

The chef wanted to slap himself in the mouth. He had a bitter face and didn't even dare to say anything casually.

"You honestly answer a few questions from me. If I am satisfied, I will not bother you anymore. We will just pretend that we have never met before." Compared to the chef, Chen Ge is the one who is more anxious, but he did not show it.

"You ask, I will tell you what I know." The chef got up from the ground as if he accepted his fate, and trotted and closed the hotel door.

"First of all, the first question is, where did you know me?" Chen Ge was the most curious about this. Regarding his past, he was going to ask Zhang Wenyu tonight, but he didn't expect to meet this strange chef.

"It's in Xinhai Braised Beverage Shop, not behind the door..." As the chef said, the world in front of him was covered with blood, and he felt that his brain was torn apart.

"Hey!" Chen Ge was also shocked. He saw the scars on the chef's face torn apart for some reason, and the chef's face was covered with blood.

Covering his face, the chef rolled on the ground. He endured the pain, but he didn't dare to make too loud noises, so he could only bite the rag on the table with his teeth.

Blood was everywhere on the ground. Chen Ge looked at the slowly solidified scarlet red, without any disgust or disgust. He seemed to have been used to the blood.

The fingers touched the blood on the ground. The sticky and warm feeling made Chen Ge feel extremely familiar. A thought emerged from the depths of his mind: "This is true blood."

It took ten minutes before the chef could recover his mind.

He stretched out his bloody hand and grabbed Chen Ge's shoes: "I can't say anything, I'll die."

"Actually, with your current state, I feel that living is not as good as dying. Maybe you are also worried about it." Chen Ge helped the chef up: "If one day I can end the pain, I will find a way to help you. You don't have to force yourself, just tell me what you can say."

The chef's body trembled due to the pain. He took a rag and dipped his blood on the ground. He wiped it off immediately with every word he wrote - this is the place behind the door to punish patients.

"A place to punish patients?"

His fingers trembled, and the chef wrote another line of words - if he didn't escape, he wouldn't die even if he wanted to die, save me.

He wiped away all the blood on the ground and covered his face and returned to the kitchen.

Since Chen Ge read the bloody words on the ground, he began to have a very bad premonition.

If you pursue the truth, bad luck will come, and now bad luck seems to have arrived.
Chapter completed!