The guest in Room 107 was named Lu Xia, who had been missing since the incident. Chu Xingyun contacted him in a panic all night.

When Yang Kaitai was asked to investigate him the next day, Yang Kaitai said: "This person - the one who collided with me last night."

It’s really a coincidence that Lu Xia fell into a coma in a car accident last night and was lying in the hospital at this time.

Chu Xingyun walked out of the office building, stood on the layers of steps with the sudden burst of morning light, stretched in the direction of the rising sun, driving away the fatigue of not sleeping all night. Then he lit a cigarette and led Yang Kaitai out of the municipal bureau and into a breakfast shop opposite the street.

It was not very early, and office workers and students were already hard to find on the street. At this time, those who were having breakfast were all old men and aunts who got up early for a walk.

Chu Xingyun and Yang Kaitai mixed in a group of old men and women and found a table by the window to sit down, threw the menu to Yang Kaitai, and said with great wealth: "Come whatever you want, pack some for Team Fu and the others first."

Yang Kaitai didn't pick it either, so he casually drew a page and said to the waiter: "This page requires double copies."

Chu Xingyun looked a little tooth-ache, picked up the menu and hit him on the head: "You really order it."

Yang Kaitai rubbed his ears that were hit by him and said innocently: "You say it's okay."

Chu Xingyun glared at him, opened the menu and ordered some of the most substantial and affordable ones. It was not that he was stingy, but that he wanted to invite more than a dozen people who stayed up late to have breakfast yesterday, and the cash in his pocket was really short of money.

When the meal was served, he took out his cell phone and sent a text message to He Cheng.

He Cheng left in the middle of the night last night and told him before leaving that he would make an appointment with a psychologist this morning.

Chu Xingyun was a little worried about him and sent a text message to ask him how he felt when he first met with a psychologist.

When He Cheng received his text message, he was sitting in an office building, and opposite him was the psychologist Xiao Shu chose for him.

He is a man. Although he has good care and a young body, He Cheng's eyes are vicious and he can see at a glance that his thirties are living in his soul in his forties.

The new psychologist is named Gao, gentle and friendly. Compared with other savvy and keen psychologists, his precipitated and gentle aura is easier to accept and more easily gain the dependence and trust of customers.

He Cheng had a good first impression of him, so he sat down and chatted with him for a brief chat.

"Friend?"

Dr. Gao sat on a single sofa opposite him and asked with a smile.

He Cheng replied a few words, then put his phone into his suit pocket, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Well, you continue to say."

Dr. Gao was talking to him about family just now, and He Cheng was very familiar with this routine. Talking about relatives and friends with the first time you met can bring each other closer together in the shortest time. If it were in the officialdom, this behavior had a unified and official noun - human favors.

If you slightly talk about the pain and unsatisfactory experiences in life when talking to the other party when talking to their family and friends, it will make the other party feel that they have been fully accepted and trusted, thereby reducing the alertness of the topic and even relying on him.

Dr. Gao did a good job. He seemed sincere than those psychologists with poor acting skills. Perhaps he treated every client so sincerely, but his sincerity was easier to believe.

Just now, Dr. Gao was talking about his children. He said that he had a son and daughter who was similar to He Cheng. His son developed abroad all year round and only his daughter was with him. Then he talked about family affection to mental stress, and then to the economic ideology of today's society.

Dr. Gao is very knowledgeable and has a wide range of topics to talk about. What is important is that his attitude of speaking slowly makes people feel immersive, so He Cheng has a good impression of him, even if he can hear the meaning of the temptation that Dr. Gao threw at him behind every sentence.

The other party is very professional and He Cheng is very satisfied, but building trust is a long-term strategy. At this time, He Cheng obviously would not raise his own doubts to him and seek his help.

Dr. Gao seemed to see his cautious and alienated attitude, so he found a harmonious moment and asked, "Do you want to talk to me about something?"

After passing through the floor-to-ceiling window, He Cheng turned his eyes to the chariots and horses on the ground. The colors in his eyes drifted away, and there was no focus. He asked, "What do you want to talk to me?"

Dr. Gao rubbed his eyes that were sour due to long-term wearing of contact lenses, and said kindly with a smile: "It's OK, just treat it as a chat between friends. You can tell me about the friend who sent you a text message just now."

He Cheng turned his gaze and looked at him. I wonder if he had seen something, or was it just a mistake. In short, talking about Chu Xingyun can indeed make him relax his vigilance and open up his conversation.

"Why do you want to talk about him?"

He Cheng asked.

Dr. Gao said: "Because your phone rang many times, and you only replied to the message just now. I think you should care a lot about the person who sent you the message just now, or he is very important to you."

He Cheng adjusted a more comfortable position, and a smile unconsciously opened his lips: "Yes, he is very important to me."

"Oh, is it a girlfriend?"

“To me, he is a partner. Or—my lover.”

Dr. Gao raised his eyebrows slightly, and was a little surprised and said with a smile: "Although I haven't known you for a long time, I can see that there must be a reason for you to look for a psychiatrist. I am bluntly speaking, you are very closed. Mr. He, you seem to be unable to trust others, so I am very surprised that you can fall in love with someone."

“Isn’t it good?”

"Okay, of course, that's great for you, or—"

Dr. Gao paused a little, his face became even more smiling, and said, "I'm worried that you can't understand the warmth and warmth of the world and cannot integrate into the crowd."

He Cheng smiled slightly and said more relaxed: "You said I can't integrate into the crowd?"

Dr. Gao nodded and said, "Maybe this is why you came to me. You seem to be troubled by some thoughts. Can you tell me?"

The smile on He Cheng's face gradually disappeared, his expression was as quiet as water, and his steady gaze fell straight on the psychologist's face. He looked at him calmly for a moment and said, "It's not a thought, it's a memory."

"What memory?"

He Cheng stood up from the sofa, tied the buttons of his suit jacket, and smiled and said, "Let's talk next time, next time."

Dr. Gao stood up and shook hands with him, with a smile on his face that was particularly friendly and sincere: "Okay, I look forward to meeting you next time."

Xiao Shu, who was waiting outside the door, saw that the door of the clinic was opened, and then He Cheng walked out.

"How about it?"

Xiao Shu asked.

He Cheng said: "He is very professional."

He Cheng almost never praised people, and usually doesn't even say good things. Xiao Shu knew from his mouth that he had recognized and accepted the doctor.

After walking out of the office building, He Cheng got into the car and rushed to the Ark Building. In the car, he wanted to call Chu Xingyun, but Chu Xingyun was reborn and stopped answering the phone. He started to disappear again.

He Cheng felt it was very necessary to sit down with him and have a good chat about his bad habit of not answering the phone once he got into work, which was really annoying.

At the entrance of the Ark Building, Xiao Shu parked the car and came back to see him. He Cheng frowned and curled his lips, stood in the sunlight and lowered his head to fiddling with his cell phone. He knew that he could not contact Chu Xingyun again.

He shook his head in his heart and took He Cheng forward for a while. He Cheng put his cell phone on and walked into the Ark Building.

In front of the president's office, He Cheng was stopped by He Yunshu.

He Yunshu walked over with a square box, which was wrapped in beautiful blue cellophane and a ribbon.

“This is your express delivery.”

He Cheng took the gift box and weighed it: "My?"

He Yunshu nodded and then returned to the secretary's room.

He Cheng frowned slightly and looked at the box in his hand with some confusion.

Xiao Shu stood beside him and said lightly: "Maybe it was the gift from Captain Chu to give you."

This speculation is very much for He Cheng's wishes. He Cheng's eyebrows spread, his eyes lit up, and he tore open the wrapping paper on the spot and opened the box-

Xiao Shu kept watching carefully and saw him uncovering the lid and revealing the true face of Lushan as the gift.

Um?

Xiao Shu is a little strange. Why is it a white plush teddy bear?

Not to mention how incompatible this plush toy and He Cheng's temperament, what made him feel strange was that the white bear lying in the box was tampered with people. The bear's hands and feet were wrapped around the ropes, and the white bear's silly smiling face was wearing a pair of adult glasses.

"Is it sent by Captain Chu?"

Xiao Shu wanted to take the box out of his hand to see if there were any notes or something, but before he could touch the box, the gift box suddenly fell from He Cheng's hand—

With a bang, the hard gift box fell to the ground. A white bear lying on the bottom of the box, tied his hands and feet jumped out of the box, and then fell to the ground after a brief jump. The lenses of the glasses were smashed into pieces.

Lu Xia was in Ward No. 718 of the Inpatient Department. Because his condition was special, the doctor specially arranged a single ward for him.

When Chu Xingyun and Yang Kaitai arrived at the hospital, Lu Xia was already awake. He had gauze wrapped around his head and needles inserted on the back of his hand, looking very injured.

The doctor told them that Lu Xia's trauma was not serious, but the serious one was the impact on his head.

The dissociative amnesia mentioned by the doctor, what is consciousness, memory, identity, or normal integration function of the environment, was destroyed. Chu Xingyun couldn't understand these professional medical discourses. He stopped the doctor from continuing to give lectures and asked bluntly: "He is now amnesia?"

The doctor said: "We tested him overnight and found that he had completely forgotten his identity and only remembered some sporadic fragments in his mind. The structure of a human brain is magical. Perhaps his amnesia is only temporarily, and he may recover his memory in the next second, or he may never remember it."

Chu Xingyun felt absurd and bored. He had only seen amnesia in TV series. In real life, people who have lost their memories are Alzheimer's syndrome patients. This is the first time he has encountered young amnesia patients like Lu Xia.

The nurse exclaimed: "Last night he asked me if he was a priest, and he said he could hear someone praying in his ear, suspicious."

Is it suspicion or pretending to be a ghost?

Chu Xingyun raised his hand and pushed open the ward door, walked in with Yang Kaitai one after another.

The man leaning against the head of the bed was very young, with a face that was only thirty years old, but his face was too decadent and pale. It was not because he was sick at this time, but because Chu Xingyun captured the world-weary and closed eyes in his eyes.

It seems that amnesia will not change a person's temperament.

The information he found showed that the amnesia patient, Lu Xia, was a painter. He was prosperous in his early years and held several personal exhibitions. He was a little famous a few years ago. However, he was soon overtaken by the endless generation of juniors, abandoned by the ever-changing market, and became a down-and-out painter. He suffered from depression in October last year and once swallowed a whole bottle of sleeping pills. If it weren't for the sleeping pills that had expired and failed, he wouldn't be able to sit in the ward to eat apples at this moment.

When Lu Xia saw a stranger, she turned her head out the window in annoyance.

Yang Kaitai walked to the bed and sincerely apologized to him for the car accident last night.

Lu Xia glanced at him coldly and said lightly: "I don't remember."

Chu Xingyun stood at the end of the bed with doubts and looked at him: "Don't you even remember who you are?"

Lu Xia put the apple in her hand on the table next to the bedside, and then picked up his ID card from the table and showed it to Chu Xingyun: "This is my ID card, I know who I am."

Chu Xingyun smiled: "What else? Where are your relatives, friends, and where are your home? What is your profession? Do you still remember?"
To be continued...