Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

In the white ward, there are water-blue curtains, beside the bed is an instrument that records the patient's physical signs, and the nutrient solution is hung above it, ticking, ticking...

He Qile sat in front of the hospital bed, staring at the woman on the bed seriously. According to the doctor, she should wake up almost.

Waiting a little anxiously, He Qile couldn't help but turned to look at the wall clock on the wall to check the time again.

When he looked back, the girl on the hospital bed opened her eyes and looked at him expressionlessly.

He Qile took a sharp breath and stood up instantly, "Sister, you're awake!"

"Are you sick too?" The girl on the hospital bed glanced at him and said hoarsely, "Why are you wearing a hospital gown too... What's wrong with my voice? How long have I been lying this time?"

"Lie, lie down..." He Qile hesitated, lowered his head, "It's been a long time... I'll call the doctor."

"Wait." She said irritably, "Come back, why are you running? Show me your mobile phone."

"Oh..." He Qile took out the phone and handed it over.

You can directly see the date and time when the phone is turned on.

She was taken aback, and blurted out: "Grass!"

He Qile hurriedly said: "Sister, the director doesn't like to hear us swearing."

"How can she still give me a certificate if I don't say bad words?" She felt uncomfortable all over and was in an extremely bad mood. "You actually let me lie down for more than a year. What did you guys do?! Damn it, I am now She looks like a rusty 80-year-old grandmother. Every time she opens or closes her eyes, she loses a year of her life. Next time, why don’t you just let me sleep until I die?"

He Qile lowered his head, feeling aggrieved and said, "It's because you don't want to come back..."

"I don't want to come back and you won't persuade me?! Don't you know that if you live in other people's minds for a long time, you will become insane?! Ah!" She was so angry that she looked left and right, saw an electronic thermometer beside the bed, grabbed it and went to it. He Qile hit him.

The body that had just woken up was stiff and weak, and the electronic thermometer was left beside the bed, powerless.

He Qile hugged his head and replied, "But you are in the phone!"

"Wh... what?" She was stunned, and a huge surprise slowly appeared on her pale face, "You mean... I, succeeded?"

He Qile glanced at her with a sleepy expression, "Is it considered success if you don't remember anything?"

The smile that had just appeared on her face froze, and then she put away her emotions lightly. She lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling, muttering: "Yeah... Even if you succeed, if you don't remember anything now, it's the same as failure." , my life has been cut into pieces, and time seems to have been stolen. What’s the point of living like this..."

He Qile pointed to the door of the ward, "I'll notify the doctor and director."

She closed her eyes annoyed, "What's the rush, I haven't told you what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"...It said that my mental state is a little unstable, and I need to stay in the treatment room for observation for a few days," He Qile replied sullenly, "I live in the ward next to yours."

She rolled her eyes and muttered something again.

He Qile didn't hear clearly, but figured it was probably scolding himself, so he lowered his head listlessly, and went out to inform others that his sister finally woke up.

After a while, a large group of people poured into the ward. Some people looked at the data of the equipment, and some came to roll her eyelids, and even turned on the flashlight to dazzle her eyes.

And she seemed to be numb to this series of processes, and she didn't move at all and let them torment her.

After all the movements stopped, Xiang Ping walked out from the crowd, looked at her face, and asked, "He Qimei, how do you feel now?"

She turned her face away and didn't look at Ping, "It's not good... I feel very hungry, but I don't have an appetite, I feel very tired, but I don't want to sleep, my head is dizzy, my eyes are astringent, my throat is very dry, my bones are sore and numb, In short, the whole body is uncomfortable."

Xiang Ping was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, she replied: "You slept for too long this time, and the recovery period will be relatively longer. We will talk about you when you are fully recovered."

"Oh." He Qimei responded perfunctorily.

Xiang Ping took a deep look at her, looked away, and left the ward, along with the doctors, nurses and researchers who were beside her.

He Qile continued to accompany her.

But she didn't seem to have much to say to this younger brother. She stretched out a hand to fumble around the bed, touched the control button, raised the position of the pillow slightly, and then leaned on the bed to play with her mobile phone.

She has lost her memory for more than a year, and there are many incomplete pictures in her mind. She is confused. Now she just wants to find out what major news happened this year as soon as possible, so as not to be abandoned by the rhythm of the world.

She is still a young girl, she wants to know what songs are popular now, what styles of clothes are in fashion, whether there are any new stars, what dramas and movies everyone is chasing recently...

I don’t know what she has been doing on her phone for more than a year.

Forget it, it is equivalent to non-existence for her, that period of life is gone, disappeared.

Thinking of this, she became even more irritable. She flicked the small video with her fingers one after another, and asked He Qile: "What have I been doing all year?"

"It seems to be investigating..." He Qile replied.

"Huh?" she asked, "what case?"

"I don't know..." He Qile shook his head, "In the beginning, you were reported as missing. Later, the director found a prosecutor named Qiao Yueying. He wanted to find you back, but somehow you disappeared. Disappeared and ran into Qu Mingcong's cell phone."

He pursed his lips, looked up at his sister, and asked in a probing tone: "Qu Mingcong... Do you still have any impression?"

He Qimei was still watching the video, and replied without looking up: "I know, the handsome guy from the SWAT team, and then? I've been on his phone all the time?"

"Hmm..." He Qile nodded slowly, "I don't know much, probably...he opened a detective agency, and then you help him investigate the case."

"Really? It should be interesting to investigate the case." He Qimei thought for a while, then laughed at herself, "Unfortunately, I forgot all about it."

According to the regulations, unless there is a mission requirement, you cannot contact the outside world, so forgetting is equivalent to nothing happening, never existing, completely zero for her.

The mood is even worse.

In the past, when performing tasks, he could still inherit a little bit of memory from He Qile, but now because he came back from the mobile phone, He Qile couldn't help.

She comforted herself in her heart: Forget it, isn't this exactly what she wants?Life is all about trying different things. Xiao Le is only a teenager, so she shouldn't be trapped to death in the research institute.

Swipe up with your finger, and you will see a short video, in which several men are sneakily introducing the latest urban legend in Qingjiang City——

"Have you ever heard of a ghost living in a mobile phone?... This is not our nonsense, it is something that really happened..."

She froze for a moment, then looked at the account where the video was posted, called Wu Daqiang Puzzle File, the name was inexplicably familiar.

"The appearance of the mobile phone ghost is a mystery. Now we only know that she yearns for blood, so wherever a homicide occurs, she will appear there... Netizens call her the bloody bride..."

"When she appears, the mobile phone may have some uncontrolled symptoms. Recently, a detective encountered her by chance..."

"The detective used the characteristics of the bloody bride to investigate the murder case, but using the power of ghosts will definitely be counterattacked. The detective got into a car accident and was too scared to use that phone again..."

Several men in the video sang together, some people in the comment area questioned the authenticity, and some people called it terrible.

He Qimei held the phone and stared at it blankly for a long time. As she looked at it, the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up. She felt excited and wanted to laugh, but her eyes felt a little hot.

She whispered: "It hasn't disappeared... This is a trace, a trace of my existence..."