Detective Training Manual

　　 After Zhou Yan opened his eyes, he saw the tiles under his feet receding one after another at a constant speed.

　　 He shook his dizzy head, the last picture in his memory was a truck rushing towards him howling, and then there was the sound of broken bones mixed in with the sound of the car.

　　 If you ask a question on [Zhihu]: "What kind of experience is it when your head is crushed". Then you should not receive many reliable answers.

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　　 Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, his head was crushed, what is going on now?

　　 He raised his head with difficulty, and then realized that at this time, he was being carried forward by two strong men.

　　 Its practical ‘drag’ is more vivid, because at this moment, I’m like an unconscious drunk, rubbing his feet on the ground, face down, his body leaning at 45 degrees, and being dragged forward.

　　 "Uh...Where is this?"

　　 Zhou Yan endured the sharp pain in his head and asked.

　　 No one answered. The strong man on the left glanced at himself from the corner of his eye, and there was no emotion in his eyes. He was wearing a blue-black costume, which looked like some kind of uniform.

　　 The'eye-opening' movement that lasted for about 1 minute almost consumed all Zhou Yan's strength. He closed his eyes uncontrollably, and in the dark, he was dragged for another 5 minutes.

　　 Finally, Zhou Yan felt that he was framed into a room and pressed onto a chair again, with his hands and feet tied up.

　　 During this period, he heard the conversation of the person next to him.

　　 "Have you been sedated?"

　　 "Just played fifteen minutes ago."

　　 "Then he will probably be confused for a while. Go out first."

　　 "We are at the door, you can call us if you have something."

"it is good."

　　 After this, it was the sound of the door being closed, and the surrounding area was quiet, probably because of the tranquilizer. Zhou Yan felt that he was getting more and more dizzy.

　　 Just between half asleep and half awake, Zhou Yan pondered.

　　I...Is it reborn?

　　......

I do not know how long it has been.

　　 Suddenly, his eyelids were cut open, and a beam of light shot into his pupils.

　　 The stimulus of the bright light made Zhou Yan wake up a little bit from the confusion.

　　 He tried to raise his head and looked around in a reflexive manner.

This is an office, which should be used by doctors, because there are some anatomical drawings of the human body on the wall, and there is a brain slice model on the table in front of it. There are windows on the wall, but iron bars are welded outside the windows. , It should be dusk now, and the weak sunlight came in from the gap of the railing and hit the sliced ​​model of the brain, which looked a bit strange.

　　 A man in a white coat is walking back across the table. He is a man in his 30s. He wears rimless glasses and looks very gentle. He sat on the chair a little tired and put the medical flashlight in his pocket.

　　 "Wake up?" the doctor asked.

　　 "Yeah." Zhou Yan responded with difficulty, his voice very dry.

　　 "Then Mr. [Fat Melon], how are you feeling these days? Do you have a headache, stomach pain, or something uncomfortable?" The doctor opened a case book and asked in a routine manner.

　　 Zhou Yan looked at his hands and feet tied to the chair: "I'm a little dizzy now."

　　 "That's the effect of a tranquilizer, don't worry about it." The doctor wrote something on the medical record, but he didn't lift his eyes.

　　 "Others, there is nothing uncomfortable." Zhou Yan replied again.

　　 "Well, good." The doctor continued to nod casually.

　　 "So...the [Fat Melon] in your mouth is calling me?" Zhou Yan asked weakly.

　　 "Huh????!" The doctor was taken aback.

　　......

　　......

　　 The doctor called Zhou Yan just now... [Mr. Fat Melon].

　　 Obviously, [Fat Melon] is definitely not a name. So, is it a code name?

　　 is actually compared to ‘Who am I? Where am i? Am I born again? These questions, the name [Fat Melon], are really not important.

　　 But now Zhou Yan has so many doubts in his mind that he doesn't know which one to ask first, so he simply picks the nearest one first.

　　 However, what Zhou Yan didn't expect was that the doctor was a little startled when he heard his problem.

　　 "What did you say?" The doctor raised his head abruptly, and the fatigue on his face instantly changed to surprise.

　　 "Uh... I mean, what does "fat" mean, is that my name?" Zhou Yan repeated his question.

　　 The doctor's eyebrows frowned, he lowered his head, quickly turned over the case in his hand, and then looked at Zhou Yan very seriously.

　　 "You mean, you don't know what [Fat Melon] is?"

　　 Zhou Yan shook his head: "I don't know. Maybe I knew it before, but now I forgot, but you can tell me."

　　 "emmm..." The doctor pondered for a moment, and then said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry I can't help you, because I don't know."

　　 "???" It was Zhou Yan's turn next time by accident.

　　 The doctor did not continue to speak, it seemed that he was organizing the language. After that, he spread out the medical record and turned it upside down, pushing it where Zhou Yan could see it.

　　 On that case, Zhou Yan saw a picture as soon as he hit his eye. It looked exactly like his own in his previous life. Maybe it was because the food in the hospital was not good, so he was a little thin.

"Yes, your original name is Zhou Yan. You are 27 years old this year." The doctor pointed to the top of the case. In the name column, it was written [Zhou Yan], which was the same as my own name in the previous life. UU reading www. uukanshu. com and his age is also 27 years old.

　　 "About 4 months ago, you suddenly broke out of a certain mental illness. The specific symptoms are that you started to call yourself [Fat Melon]."

　　 "Fat melon?"

"Yes, that's how you call yourself. Although this is not a name, your attitude is very firm, and you repeatedly emphasize that you are [Fat Melon], and even if we don’t call you that way, you will ignore us. . So the hospital has no choice but to obey your wishes."

　　 "Uh... then did I say, why should I give myself such a name?"

"I have said it, but it is very confusing. Sometimes you say you are a writer, sometimes you say you are a doctor. But more often, you are in trouble everywhere, always trying to escape, and always Saying that you do not belong to this world, in desperation, the hospital can only give you sedatives every day to calm you down."

　　While saying these words, the doctor kept paying attention to Zhou Yan's reaction, and secretly put his hand into the pocket of the white coat, there was a voice recorder...

　　 Of course Zhou Yan didn’t see these little movements. He was still immersed in his strange illness? "What then? Do I have any other symptoms." He asked.

　　Doctor thought for a while: "Also, you just yelled that you missed Tingting after every three days."

　　 "Who is Tingting?" Zhou Yan asked.

"your wife."

　　 "Do I still have a wife?"

"That's what you said, but we checked your household registration and found that you don't have a wife at all, and your past experience can only be traced back to the orphanage... In other words, not only do you have no daughter-in-law, but even your parents nothing......"