A Returning Journey

Mo hurried all the way to the hotel where he and Anjie put their luggage in a daze. The neat suitcase was still at the door. He took a wooden look at the suitcase and sat down beside the bed.

That man's taste, as if the wisps of his facial features and six senses, how can't wave. Mo can't figure out how Anjie can change those expressions that are cold to the extreme and gentle to the extreme like masks at any time?

Is it really hard hearted, so long time Wu not hot?

Mo Cong suddenly stood up and kicked open the neatly arranged suitcase. His confused and chaotic eyes suddenly became clear. His eyes began to congest. His young and handsome face was ferocious. His thin lips were like pursing a huge killing. Large shadows spread in his pupils.

It's like a trapped animal.

Mind, mind in the front, wisdom in the back. One wisdom still exists, which shows that the heart is not deep enough, and it is not a magic barrier.

You can only be mine, the whole body and the whole soul can only be mine. If your heart dares to run to other places, I will cut it piece by piece and dig it out of your chest... Anjie.

He stood up with a sneer and reached out to take off the heavy coat that was hung on the coat hanger at the door and shouldn't be worn in this season. It was full of guns.

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Anjie took a step back, and another step back, until his back was completely against the wall. The scene is too weird and terrible. The drunk snake is rubbing its head intimately. It looks like a child is holding the elder. The drunken snake turned the face of the man in his arms to Anjie and said softly, "grandma, look, this is the little one who used to eat Zongzi in our family. It's so big."

"Drunk snake." Anjie gave a low drink. He said that he had to choose a time to be crazy.

Drunk snake looked up at him: "drink fox, up to now, you don't tell the truth." His voice is very strange, very soft, and seems to know everything, with some condescending examination.

A layer of goose bumps quickly appeared on Anjie's body. He was braver than steamed bread. At this time, a confused look of panic appeared on his face: "what did you say?"

The drunk snake sighed, reluctantly put the old lady's head on one side of the table, took out a lighter from her pocket, and lit a lantern with a candle beside the table. The faint white light was shining on the cold and terrible head, but the man's face was very gentle.

Anjie has the illusion that he is playing "silent hill". Subconsciously, he moves his steps to the door, adjusts his body posture, faces the drunk snake, and quietly retracts his hand into his trouser pocket.

The drunk snake sat down again and asked, "drink fox, what's the matter with your claustrophobia?"

An Jie was stunned. He didn't seem to respond. Why did he ask: "he Jingming..."

The drunk snake waved his hand: "forget it, don't you think it's shameful to say it? Don't fool me. I was on the road when I was young. My head was pinned on my belt. You were trapped in the basement of Southeast Asian drug lords for four days without water or food. Let alone he Jingming. He's not willing to do anything to you. "

Anjie frowned: "would you like to have a try?"

"I understand without trying." The drunk snake looked at him with a smile, "this is definitely not the cause. He Jingming has that bomb flowing in his veins. You can't do anything to you for a long time. You don't care about those old things. Normally speaking... Claustrophobia is not a big deal to your psychological quality. When things are over and you want to open up, this psychological problem should be cured. But why has it been bothering you for so many years? "

"Have you changed your career to song Chang'an?" I don't know why, when it comes to this, Agilent seems to be a little irritable suddenly, subconsciously trying to avoid this topic.

"I also found that at first glance, it looks complicated and it can be regarded as a closed space. But why is it that the gun you just aimed at Mo Cong is so stable that without any mistake, every bullet can be counted as accurate. It rubs him but doesn't hurt him. You said, how can a claustrophobic patient have such a stable play? Why did you get better all of a sudden after you got here? " Drunk snake shook his head, "and, drink fox, can you tell me that this place is so complicated, even Mo Cong's feeling that is better than animals is lost when he comes in, how can you find the place so quickly?"

Anjie stares at him coldly: "aren't you familiar with it?"

"Me?" Drunk snake smile, "I'm not the same as you. I once squatted around here for three days before I waited for our groundhog like father to come out. I followed him countless times outside before I dared to follow him in. I didn't dare to make a mistake, and then I killed people here... So impressive, how can I go wrong?"

Anjie was speechless, and the drunk snake shook his head, with a little helplessness on his face: "you are so stubborn. No wonder song Chang'an had no choice but to take you for so many years. Finally, because he had little time left, he gave you to me in this obscure way -" he gently combed the sparse and lifeless hair on the old lady's head, "drink fox, Don't you really remember grandma? "

"I was only three years old. What do you expect me to remember?"

"Can't you remember?" Drunk snake asked, "you are very early and wise. You speak quickly when you are less than one year old. When that man coaxed you to sleep, you remember what he taught you to write. Why don't you remember my grandmother?"

He clapped his hands suddenly. The sound of slapping his hands reverberated in the open study and tunnel. Anjie's nerves suddenly became nervous and focused on the drunk snake's hand. Then his eyes followed his lead and fell on the old lady's head. The drunk snake said, "you look at her, don't you remember? Don't you remember grandma's bean paste dumplings? "

Anjie shook his head with a dull voice.

The drunk snake ignored it and asked, "don't you remember the tiger shoes she made for you when you were a child, or the cloth cat she sewed on your clothes?"

Anjie hesitated.

The drunk snake said, "don't you remember where you last met her? Is it here? "

Anjie's throat seemed to be blocked with something. His lazy eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were thin. He made a dry voice: "she is..."

The drunk snake leaned on the back of the wooden chair, as if very tired: "you say it, the spell that has pressed you for more than 30 years will disappear, say it."

Anjie suddenly felt that her knees could not bear the weight of her whole body. She knelt down on the ground, gave a smile and said in a low voice, "don't force me. Can't I tell you?"

"When I was a child, I loved playing here. I did break in by mistake. Originally, I couldn't push the wall open, but when my father went down, because of "some" reason, he couldn't close it tightly and let me walk in. " Anjie sat upright, and he seemed to recover his leisurely and inattentive appearance. "I couldn't see anything in the dark. I was too young at that time. I didn't know where it was when I came down. I could only touch it like a fly. I was so scared that I even forgot to cry."

"How long have you been trapped in there?"

Anjie said with a smile, "it's not short. At that time, I felt that I couldn't get out of it all my life."

This kind of cramped and claustrophobic environment, for a child who walks wobbly, is really like years. Without interrupting, the drunk snake quietly listened to Anjie and said, "I just ran around, for a long time... Until I thought I was going to be blind, I slowly calmed down, sorted out some rules inside, and began to have the hope to escape. When I heard a sound."

The drunk snake's hand clenched in vain.

"It was a woman's scream that attracted me here," said Anjie, looking up slightly at the head on the table. The head was wide open, as if he was looking at him. "I can't describe that. A person's scalp was plucked alive, and then his skull was sawed open. I can't describe that scream."

The drunken snake lowered its eyes. On the top of grandma's head, there was an obvious wound sewn with thread: "did you see her?"

"Before I came in, I was stunned in the corridor by the more and more terrible cry." Anjie laughed with self mockery. "When I woke up, I found myself in this study. The light was very dark at that time. My father stood beside your grandmother's body and fed her brain to a small bottle of insects. Then they secreted some kind of green liquid... He was overjoyed and didn't notice me..."

The drunk snake listened in a daze.

"I was lying there." Anjie stretched out his hand and said, "when I opened my eyes, it happened to be on your grandmother's head, you said... Why do I have claustrophobia, and why don't I remember when I was a child?"

When people are greatly stimulated, the body will naturally start some kind of self-protection extreme, put all this pressure in the subconscious, so we forget.

"I watched him drink the green liquid, watched his father sew grandma's head together, and then..." Anjie shook his head with a smile, and put his palm on his forehead, "and then I tried to pretend that nobody knows, waiting for him to leave, a long time later. My father just picked me up, my eyelids along the head fell to one side of the time opened a small gap, I saw him smile at me, that smile is too terrible, as if he knew everything, what he exposed the same. So this time I really don't know anything. When I wake up again, I don't remember anything

After a long silence, Anjie looked at the drunk snake and asked, "do you blame me?"

Drunk snake speechless, a face in the beating candle, this moment seems to be long even breathing will be frozen, drunk snake finally shook his head: "you were just a child, i... I don't blame you."

Anjie suddenly turned his head to one side, and the muscles and bones on his neck were exposed. As he gasped violently, the drunk snake repeated again: "I really don't blame you, drink fox."

Anjie has a feeling that he wants to cry regardless. However, it is still suppressed. He holds the wall and slowly stands up. Then he looks up. There is no water in his eyes. He is very calm. He says, "come on. The last time I came to see my father, I did see the tearing method. I'll take you in."

"Drink fox..."

Anjie smiles: "don't you understand? Li has never been able to fight his father in his life. If Li really gets something from his father that can make people rejuvenate, how can he sit in a wheelchair like a mascot and can't do anything? "

"You mean..." the drunk snake stood up abruptly, "that man calculated Li, from beginning to end?! The ancient books he left to Li are the most important thing, and the samples are fake at all?! He has become so crazy. Is it also... "

Anjie shrugged, turned on the flashlight and walked out: "your little action can't hide Li for long. I'm afraid he will catch up with him soon. We'd better do it as soon as possible." He bowed his head and rubbed his finger against the cinnabar mole on his wrist. He didn't know whether he was talking to himself or saying to the drunk snake, "madman... How can God be in this world? It's animals that eat people's brains. "