The roar of rail friction is deafening, but it is also like continuous white noise, making people drowsy.

【Don’t get off the car!】

A deep male voice sounded like someone was speaking close to Sling's face. The words had no beginning and no end, and seemed particularly clear and abrupt in the empty carriage.

"What?" Si Ling was startled, tilted his head back, and hit the back of the subway seat hard, making a "dang" sound.

As the chaotic head gradually came back, the voices around him became clear - "Sling, think about it again. We are a big film and television company. As long as you nod, I will definitely get the resources of this Criminal Investigation Bureau for you. You have to believe me. Look, Qiu Li is my name. If you look it up on the Internet, you will make more money than if you were a salaryman. I know that you are a top student at Nanjing University and you are beautiful. My heart suddenly changed. But you, Sister Xin, the job of forensic medicine sounds good, but it is just a job of playing with corpses. I just want to fool you students..."

A large area of ​​the billboard in the subway tunnel was broken, with a few meaningless characters hopping in and out, and the car became dim.

Two figures were reflected in the opposite window.

The girl in the reflection has a good-looking appearance, but she looks a bit slovenly. She has a bare face and black-rimmed glasses hanging loosely on the tip of her nose. Her long, slightly curly hair is still puffy, and she looks childish and sleepy.

At first glance, the short-haired woman next to her looks like a successful social elite. She is exquisitely dressed and has elegant accessories.

In addition to the two of them, there were two other passengers sitting in the carriage. To be precise, one of them was lying down. The man was covered in a dirty bright yellow robe and had a safety helmet on his face. The skin outside is dark, I don’t know if he is a homeless man or a construction site worker.

Another lady was also leaning on the railing, concentrating on picking a handful of celery, and two green onion leaves were slanted out of the red cart at her feet.

Who said don't get off the car?

No one looked over at all, and no one spoke. The details, full of life, seemed to be mocking Sling.

Where is she going? The brain seems to have just returned from vacation, lazily unwilling to start work. It just accepts the information from the outside world dullly.

She awkwardly gathered the ends of her hair and ran her ring finger and little finger through the broken hair on her forehead, although this was only a drop in the bucket for her somewhat messy curly hair.

That strange feeling hit her again, pulling her away from the events happening at the moment.

The bare nails made the touch at the tip of her fingers particularly clear. The clear feeling left through her hair made her sensitive nerves feel alienated and strange. It was as if this body had not yet woken up from a dream.

It's like cutting your nails too hard, it's bitter and astringent... She curled up her fingers and looked at them for a long time - the nails were within one millimeter, which met the hygienic standards. As a forensic doctor, she was destined not to do manicures. Si Ling I don’t understand what she is sensitive to!

Was it because she had just had a nightmare? She closed her eyes, having no idea when she fell asleep or what she had dreamed about.

"The next stop is Daling, passengers arriving at the station, please be ready..." the announcer's voice sounded at the right time.

"Don't get off the car..." She repeated these strange words. The seeds of uneasiness in her heart seemed to be about to burst out of the ground. Everything in front of her was like a sudden replay of a certain episode in her memory, familiar and disturbing. .

"This child is already asleep. You haven't arrived at the station yet! Let me see what books you have been reading? You are still sleepy reading. Are you going to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Qiu Li put away her mobile phone and picked up Si.

Ling fell asleep reading the thick book - "Psychiatric Rehabilitation Training: Gods and the Beauty of Death"

"Bang!" The one-inch-thick pirated book hit Si Ling's schoolbag with a bang, revealing a white coat stained with light blood.

"No, no, I have to talk to your parents..." Qiu Li clicked on her phone again...

Countless days of burning the midnight oil to study, just to be admitted to the first medical school. "I really like studying medicine..." Siling explained to Qiu Li while habitually rubbing the red birthmark on her wrist. Although it

It doesn't hurt now.

To be honest, it probably never hurts.

"drop--"

"The door is closed, please pay attention to safety." The green light on the door flashed, and she was about to get off at the next stop, Yuhuayuan.

etc.

When did Daling Station pass?

"Qiu——" Siling just wanted to thank Qiu Li for her kindness, but she found a strange man sitting next to her.

This person was very abrupt from the moment he appeared to the way he was dressed, which made Si Ling feel weird and repulsive. He had medium-long hair, and it looked like he had a pound of hair wax on his head, and every strand of hair was docilely carried on his head. Design

The jacket is full of sense, with high-saturation color matching, the material looks shiny and hard, and there is a huge brand logo printed on it, just like the zero behind the price tag.

"I'll count on my fingers, you will suffer a bloody disaster today!"

"What?"

The light in the carriage flickered on and off along with the broken billboard. The lady with the red trolley was also missing. The ground was clean, not a single vegetable leaf had fallen. The person lying on the seat was motionless, not even

A hint of snoring.

The man took out five copper coins from his pocket and threw them on the plastic seat with a bang, interrupting Si Ling's observation, "Zeshui trapped hexagram, a sign of great misfortune! Also, your friend got off the bus."

She was like a monkey thrown into space now. Everything happening around her seemed very realistic, but completely unrealistic. Despite this, she still showed a look of understanding, and she could not feel any sense of being controlled by others.

I don't like it, it's too passive. Si Ling rubbed her face and responded to the man's inexplicable chat with a smile: "Yeah. I understand."

After studying medicine for four years, Si Ling still wasn't sure whether the problem was with the carriage or her own mental state. She could only smile and meet the man's gaze, pretending that nothing happened.

Transient amnesia is one of the manifestations of post-traumatic stress disorder.

In the past two years, the mental pain in my wrist has not only not gradually improved, but has become more frequent and severe, just like post-traumatic sequelae occurring in reverse order.

But what kind of post-traumatic syndrome can happen backwards?

"So you pushed me away just to flirt with girls? The five carriages in front of you were empty and there was nothing unusual. Zhou Xian'an, I think you are a drunkard and don't mean to be in the bar? Why don't I use the broken iPhone you just gave me to help you?"

Film, send it to Uncle Zhou for a look?"

The speaker was a tall girl. She had smoky makeup, a high ponytail, a black overalls, and a wooden sword on her waist. She clicked the shutter at Si Ling and Zhou Xian'an.

"I don't know her, and I don't know you. I don't want to know you either." Zhou Xian'an said in a cold tone.

"No, no, no, we really don't know each other. You really misunderstood."

Being suddenly involved in a quarrel between a young couple was like being suddenly airborne into the scene of a large-scale stage play. She vaguely remembered the script and felt that her presence was extremely abrupt.

But this embarrassment was quickly replaced by another emotion - fear. Because she found a bloody ring on the ground.

Is it Sister Qiu's? She couldn't remember what had just happened. The blood in her body was frozen, her hands and feet were cold, her heart was beating wildly, and fear almost took over all her reason.

What happened in the lost few minutes of memory? In a closed space, first of all, don’t make judgments and try to contact the outside world. This is a sentence from a book on mental illness treatment. Taking pictures, making phone calls, and posting on Weibo can all be very useful.

A good choice. But the moment Siling took out the phone, she was stunned. The black PHS phone only had the function of making and receiving calls, and the numbers on the buttons were blurred due to years of use. She was stunned.

For a long time, I couldn't figure out why I was stunned.

The sense of physical disharmony and rationality are being pushed to the limit. There is something weird everywhere in this carriage, and what's even weirder is that she seems to be the only one who feels this way.

"Yuhuayuan is about to arrive at the station. Passengers who need to get off, please be prepared."

The stop announcement in the carriage was so calm that she couldn't even tell what was wrong. There was only one thought left in her mind - run away!

"drop--"

The light from the platform hall filtered in from the glass doors and windows, dispersing the darkness in the carriage. The station guard slowly walked toward the front of the train, leaving a silhouette of Si Ling's back. The cleaning lady sat on a bench, waiting for the last subway train.

Leave and do the final cleaning.

Completely opposite to the atmosphere inside the carriage, the platform was brightly lit, like a silent welcome, urging Si Ling to escape from these two strange carriages as soon as possible.

"Bah-" As the sound of the hydraulic press ended, the car door was fully opened. Siling passed by the young man who got on the car. She did not see the other person's face clearly, but was attracted all her attention. Inexplicably, her heart

The video suddenly skipped a beat. At the same time, the phrase "Don't get off the car" slipped back into her mind again.

Have they met somewhere?

The other party's eyes came up to meet him, and those eyes were like broken stars embedded in them... They were really familiar...

His feet stagnated.

After a brief distraction, she walked a few steps away without realizing it, and happened to stumble on the cleaning lady's bucket.

Everything was going wrong today. She hurriedly bent over to help her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"

"It doesn't matter."

…

"Beep - beep - beep -" the warning sound of the door closing echoed in the platform hall.

Si Ling didn't even look back, and took three steps at a time to escape back to the subway.

Looking through the glass door, the cleaning lady didn't even raise her head, as if what just happened was just a reckless girl who accidentally got off the wrong station and touched her bucket...

In fact, there was a bucket full of water at the feet of the cleaning lady, not only not a drop was spilled, but there was not even a ripple. It quietly reflected a face without facial features.

As the train slowly drove out of the platform, it gradually passed by the station police.

Si Ling broke into a cold sweat again.

The policeman standing there has his back on both sides.
Chapter completed!