Chapter 629 Who is in the room
The middle-aged woman keeps telling Han Fei not to think too much and to have a good rest. She seems to be the only person in the world who cares about Han Fei, but Han Fei really doesn’t Remember who she is.
There was no impression of that face. The middle-aged woman was like a stranger to Han Fei.
Having lost almost all his memories, he was unable to determine the identities of the people around him, or even whether this was his home.
"Don't get too close to the window." The middle-aged woman helped Han Fei to the bedside. When she saw Han Fei like this, her eyes were full of pain, but she didn't dare to show it: "The meal is almost ready. Go take a shower after dinner. You have just come out of the hospital, where there are many patients.”
The middle-aged woman did not rush Han Fei. She was seeking Han Fei's opinion with every word she spoke.
After finishing speaking, she entered the kitchen and kept the kitchen door ajar, seemingly deliberately to prevent Han Fei from seeing the open flame and various knives.
Not long after, a middle-aged woman came to the living room with two plates of vegetarian dishes. She set out the dishes and chopsticks, and then helped Han Fei out of the bedroom after doing everything.
As if to reassure Han Fei, she ate every dish in front of Han Fei's interview: "It won't taste good if it's cold."
Looking at the food on the coffee table blankly The food looked like a rusty machine to Han Fei. He picked up the chopsticks stiffly, but after picking up the food, he didn't dare to put it into his mouth.
He imagined a scene in his mind for no reason. The middle-aged woman with the kitchen door closed changed the gentleness on her face and opened some pill bottles with the labels torn off with a ferocious expression, then crushed various pills and put them into the meal. among.
"Eat as much as possible." After the middle-aged woman's constant persuasion, Han Fei picked up his rice bowl and ate the vegetarian dishes.
He has a huge appetite, and it seems that he can keep stuffing it into his stomach until his stomach bursts.
While swallowing the food, Han Fei's nervousness eased slightly. He sat silently on the corner of the sofa and repeatedly observed every item in the living room.
Seeing that Han Fei was eating well, the middle-aged woman finally showed a smile on her face: "There is hot water in the shower. Let's take a shower later and then have a good sleep."
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"Taking a shower..."
I remember that such a thing definitely happened, but Han Fei couldn't remember the specific scene.
The middle-aged woman put the clean clothes in the bathroom and adjusted the water temperature: "Just throw the dirty clothes into the washing machine."
Han Fei's mind went blank. He didn't know anything, everything the woman did seemed to be for his own good, and he didn't have any resistance to the woman's words in his heart, so he followed the other party's prompts and did various things bit by bit.
The clock on the wall has stopped, and the time is frozen at twelve o'clock.
Han Fei walked blankly through the various furniture in the house and entered the bathroom accompanied by a middle-aged woman.
"Don't be afraid, I'm right outside."
The middle-aged woman comforted Han Fei softly, and then closed the bathroom door.
The tiles on the floor and the tiles on the wall are connected together. This bathroom looks like a closed square box.
Han Fei stood there, feeling that the ceiling was slowly getting lower, which was very depressing.
Walking under the shower, Han Fei checked all the power plugs before daring to turn on the shower.
Water drops wetted his clothes, and Han Fei stood under the showerhead in a daze. As the white mist rose, he suddenly felt that someone was staring at him.
The feeling was extremely strong, and the prying eyes seemed to be hidden behind the window, or hidden in the crack of the door.
"There is another person in this room."
Han Fei didn't know why he had such an idea. He stood under the shower with his clothes on, his body getting stiffer and stiffer, and the hot water Not only was it unable to bring him warmth, it seemed to be constantly taking away the warmth from his body.
His breathing gradually became rapid, and Han Fei's pupils gradually began to tremble rapidly. He kept turning around and looking behind him, as if there was another person in the bathroom, and that person had been hiding behind him.
"Can't see it, can't see it."
His lips trembled slightly, Han Fei's heart beat faster and faster, and his mood, which he had finally calmed down, began to become extremely anxious again.
Seemingly hearing a sound coming from the bathroom, the middle-aged woman knocked on the door and asked at the bathroom door.
Sensing that something was not going well with Han Fei, she quickly opened the door and entered.
Han Fei was standing under the showerhead with his clothes on. His face was frighteningly pale, as if he was drowning.
The middle-aged woman was not afraid of getting wet and ran over. She stretched out her scratched hands and pressed Han Fei's shoulders: "Han Fei, Han Fei!"
After shouting over and over again, Han Fei finally calmed down. He slowly squatted down and sat on the bathroom floor.
There is no memory in his blank brain, he only knows his name.
Seeing Han Fei's current state, the middle-aged woman felt a little distressed. She didn't know how to help Han Fei or what to do to alleviate Han Fei's pain.
"Let me wash it for you."
Han Fei, who had lost his memory, was like a toy. The middle-aged woman wet his hair with water and helped him wash it bit by bit.
The foam slid down his hair, and even if it was about to drip onto his eyes, Han Fei still wouldn't close his eyes. It seemed that once he closed his eyes, something terrible would appear.
"Here, dry yourself and change your clothes."
After helping Han Fei rinse away the foam, the middle-aged woman put the shower head back in place and signaled Han Fei to himself Rinse again, but Han Fei turned a deaf ear to these complicated instructions. He couldn't hear anything and just tried very hard not to blink.
It felt like he was gambling with himself, as if he could get some kind of reward by not closing his eyes while taking a shower.
The middle-aged woman has long been accustomed to this. She patiently told Han Fei step by step what he should do and what he needed to do next.
It took a full hour before Han Fei finished taking a shower and put on clean and comfortable new clothes.
Helping Han Fei back to the bedroom, the middle-aged woman asked Han Fei to lie on the bed and covered Han Fei with a quilt herself.
“Don’t think too much, have a good sleep and have a good rest.”
The middle-aged woman's voice was full of exhaustion and care. She took care of Han Fei wholeheartedly, and seemed to really treat Han Fei as her own child.
Huddled under the quilt, Han Fei wanted to think about some questions, but he couldn't start. There was no memory in his brain, and he had forgotten who he was.
His eyelids became heavy. He didn't know whether it was because he was too tired or because the middle-aged woman had indeed put a potion in the meal. Han Fei slowly fell asleep.
People without memory are deprived of the right to dream. Han Fei heard all kinds of strange noises while sleeping, but could not see any pictures.
He seemed to be walking alone in a black box. Up, down, left, and right, everything he could see was black.
Staring blankly around him, Han Fei followed the strange sounds and walked for who knows how long when he heard the voice of a middle-aged woman in his ears.
"The doctor said that this disease should be treated slowly and not in a hurry."
"When will you come back tonight? The watch at home has stopped. Remember to bring two AA batteries."
"Hello? What are you talking about? Did something happen over there?"
"Okay! I'll be there right away!"
The voice became clearer and clearer. Han Fei seemed to suddenly realize something and opened his eyes suddenly.
Han Fei subconsciously looked at the bedroom door. The middle-aged woman's face was right next to the door frame. She was holding her mobile phone and looking at Han Fei with concern on her face.
"Han Fei, I'm going to work the night shift. Your dad will be back late today. Don't run around at home alone. Just stay in your bedroom, okay?"
It was completely dark outside the window. The middle-aged woman waited for a long time, and Han Fei didn't speak.
She sighed softly, turned and walked towards the living room door: "Remember, don't run around."
The security door was opened, and the middle-aged woman took her mobile phone and left with her bag on her back.
Han Fei was the only one left in this strange room. He slowly sat up from the bed, feeling uneasy slowly filling his heart.
"It's getting dark..."
There was an inexplicable sense of urgency in his body. Han Fei got dressed and got out of bed. He turned on all the lights in all the rooms in the house.
The bright lights did not dispel the strange feeling. Han Fei stood in the corner of the living room, watching other rooms quietly.
"Where will it be hidden?"
A strange question came to mind, and Han Fei became more and more panicked as he thought about it.
He couldn't find the answer to the question, so he could only escape against the wall, quickly ran back to his bedroom, and closed the bedroom door.
Lying on the door, listening hard, the living room was quiet, there was no sound.
Han Fei's heartbeat gradually returned to normal. This room that belonged to him gave him a sense of security.
Sitting back on the bed, Han Fei's hand touched the manuscript papers hidden under the pillow. He took out the manuscript papers in confusion. On them were written stories that seemed to have really happened.
“The name of the second story is - Bathroom. About seven years ago, when I was taking a bath, I accidentally got the foam into my eyes. I quickly rinsed it with water, but no matter what Even after rinsing, the stinging sensation did not subside. I tried several times to open my eyes. "
"But I saw a pair of white hands holding my eyes."
"The name of the third story is - Guest Man, from the day I became ill, someone would knock on the security door of my house every 01:00. I told my family about this, and they kept watch until the knock on the door rang at 00:00. But after they opened the door, There was no one outside.”
“At 01:01 the next day, no one knocked on the security door of my living room, but there was a constant banging sound from my bedroom door. .”
"The name of the fourth story is - Mom, and slowly I discovered something. She actually..."
Part of the manuscript paper with the fourth story was torn off, and Han Fei took it He picked up the pillow but didn't see the rest of it.
He stood up and sat on the chair in front of the desk. He picked up the trash can and found that there was nothing inside. Then he started to open the drawers one by one.
These actions were done subconsciously, as if he had experienced them before.
After searching for a long time, Han Fei couldn't find the remaining part. He sat blankly on the chair and looked at the row of books and scripts in front of the desk.
"I am a person who loves reading books."
Looking across the scripts, the name of one attracted Han Fei.
""Suspense Novelist"?"
Pulling out the script, Han Fei picked up the script when an employment certificate that passed the interview fell on the table.
Han Fei unfolded the employment certificate, which required him to gather at the west gate of the park at eight o'clock in the morning to receive the doll set.
"Am I really a doll actor in the paradise?"
Maybe it was because being completely wrapped in doll clothes gave Han Fei a sense of security, so he chose such a career.
Looking closely at the employment certificate, Han Fei felt that this thing was very crucial and must be kept well.
"Eight o'clock in the morning..."
When Han Fei's attention was completely focused on the employment certificate, he vaguely heard a crunch.
The voice was very weak, and most people would probably think they heard it wrong.
Hiding the employment certificate into his pocket as quickly as possible, Han Fei turned to look behind him. The closet door seemed not to be closed tightly and was ajar.
Han Fei's mind went blank. The blood in his body was accelerating and his heart began to beat uncontrollably.
After staying on the chair for a while, Han Fei walked towards the closet.
Her breathing was a little messy. Han Fei tightened his lips and slowly approached the closet.
His fingertips touched the closet door, but Han Fei hesitated. Some very scary illusions appeared in his mind. For example, when he opened the closet, a hand would stretch out and drag him in; or the closet door would open. Afterwards, countless hairs would pour out; or there might be a child covered in blood hiding in the closet...
The hand that wanted to open the door stopped, and Han Fei closed the closet tightly again.
Before his hand left the closet, the sound of clock hands moving suddenly came from the living room, tick, tick, tick.
Although Han Fei lost all his past memories, he still remembered what happened after waking up from the hospital. The middle-aged woman clearly said that the clock in the house was broken and the time was always frozen at twelve. One point and one minute.
After a moment of confusion, Han Fei discovered that there was another gap in the closet that had just been closed tightly.
Maybe it's because the closet is so old that it doesn't close tightly at all.
There are many similar excuses. No matter how you think about it, this is a small thing, but it makes Han Fei feel more and more uneasy.
He did not dare to stay in the narrow bedroom any longer, so he decisively opened the bedroom door and walked out.
The light in the living room shone on Han Fei. He glanced left and right, and the uneasiness in his heart became more intense.
After the middle-aged woman left home, Han Fei turned on all the lights in the house, but when he walked to the living room again, he saw that the bathroom lights were off.
"The first story is the closet, the second story is the bathtub, and the bathtub is in the bathroom."
With his heart pounding, Han Fei leaned against the wall and stared at the completely unfamiliar room.
He couldn't think of anything in his mind. Everything was emptied, leaving only a name and the instinct of his body.
Holding his breath, Han Fei stayed away from the bathroom and walked towards the security door of the living room. He had a strong premonition that he would definitely be killed if he continued to stay in this room. (End of this chapter)