Chapter 428

Hao Zhi sat on the subway home disappointed. He always remembered the moment when song Xiaojia quickly held the dog away. It was very unusual.

How can a normal family woman react so quickly?

And that oil painting is clearly the scene on Europa.

If these things are a coincidence, what does it imply to me?

On the way, he got off the bus again and found the psychological clinic where he saw a doctor as a child according to the address in his memory.

The fat doctor had white hair and deeper glasses. After a few words, he began to gasp for breath, but he still warmly received the former patient.

"I remember you. I'm very impressed. For 30 years, I often think of your special cases and have conducted special research... I'm glad that your current state is so stable." the doctor spoke slowly, but every word is still very clear.

Hao Zhi described in detail his confusion during this period and his doubts after meeting song Xiaojia.

Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be such a persistent person! The fat doctor got tracheitis. He laughed out despite the difficulty. For 30 years, the evidence you have found is your intuition about an action, and a similar picture?

Hao Zhizhi stopped talking. It was really far fetched.

However, there is the madman who suddenly held me talking! Hao Zhi suddenly remembered and argued.

The beggar named Gao Chen? The fat doctor narrowed his eyes and recalled.

Well, although he is dirty and much thinner now, I can still recognize him at a glance. If he is just an irrelevant stranger outside my life circle, how can I be so impressed?

"Could it be two people who look alike?" the doctor tried to hint.

Hao Zhi looked up and began to doubt his judgment. Yes, the face was full of oil mud and wore a pair of broken glasses. Basically, the upper features were almost blocked. Why did he confirm so?

"That's right. In fact, it's not what you found. As I said 30 years ago, it's just that you let yourself think what you found! You're a handful of years old. After most of your life, you haven't seen through the essence of life. It's really childish and ridiculous to pursue your childhood fantasies so stubbornly." The doctor's words became serious as soon as he talked about his illness.

Hao Zhi went home in dismay.

Indeed, when a person in his fifties and sixties is scolded to his face as childish, he really can't hang on his face. Moreover, how can this life be false?

My son grew up bit by bit, worked hard for the company every sleepless night, and Wang Yanke's happiness, unhappiness and noisy trivialities in his life formed this long 30 years. Everything seems to have happened yesterday, and it seems that he has been in a trance for a long life. I used to hear people say that time flies, but when time really passes on you, You can't feel any trace at all. It's gone in a flash.

At the age of 65, close to the age of antiquity, Hao Zhi often wakes up in the middle of the night with pain in his legs. He can't cough out the thick phlegm accumulated in his lungs caused by smoking all year round. This is a real life. Although it's not as beautiful as he imagined, it's true and believable.

Hao Zhi was afraid of waking up his wife, so he ran to the study to smoke. His son married his wife and moved out. There were only two old people left. They lived a small life on a shoddy diet. The family suddenly became free, just like the wedding night when the door was closed. The world had nothing to do with them.

In boredom, Hao Zhi turns on the computer. Now the computer is a piece of paper pasted on the wall, and the keyboard is directly projected on the desktop.

A private dialog box suddenly pops up. It's a strange letter.

Hao Zhi took a cigarette in his mouth and drove him bored. What jumped out was a publicity page. It was estimated that it was something made by some sales website. He glanced carelessly and was suddenly stunned

"Death is the only way home!"

What a strange slogan! Hao Zhi followed the news and said that a private organization called "back to reality" had recently appeared, raised dozens of people and committed suicide in a dilapidated factory in the field.

A shocking mass suicide at home and abroad!

The most special thing is that every member of a suicide organization is nearly 70 years old, and the youngest is in his fifties!

At the same age as himself, Hao Zhi smiled. He was old. What was the trouble? Even if you don't commit suicide, how many more years can you live?

He moved his eyes. The electronic web page followed his eyes and began to roll down slowly. A shocking row of photos were being displayed. Suddenly, Hao Zhi gave an inspiration. He saw a pair of deep eyes staring at himself silently in the crack of the door!

Who?

Hao Zhi was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack. Wang Yanke pushed the door open and leaned against the door frame. He looked at him helplessly and shouted to his neighbors!

It's you! Hehe, I can't sleep... Hao Zhi smiled hehe hehe.

"Not young, stay up late and rest early!" Wang Yanke yawned and turned back to the bedroom.

She walked so light that she was as light as a shadow and had no sense of weight, which made Hao Zhi have a feeling of fear. At that moment, he clearly saw Wang Yanke's strange face in the crack of the door and stared at himself like a monitor!

What is she looking at?

Hao Zhi looked back at the computer. It turned off automatically. After it was started again, there was only one desktop left, leaving nothing behind.

What is she trying to cover up? Or do you want to hide something?

Hao Zhi thought about this series of oddities repeatedly in his heart. He couldn't find the flaws in life, but instinctively felt that there must be a problem. Is it hidden? Hidden

Tianyin!

When this word appeared in Hao Zhi's heart 30 years later, it made him tremble. This name clearly represents another meaning: covering the sky with one hand!

He felt in a trance that he had been deceived by something and was covered in a huge drum called real life! Hao Zhi quickly turned on the computer, called out the search engine and began to search for the collective suicide!

The pile of high-definition photos are displayed again, which are the photos of the dead tracked and taken by local reporters, as well as many materials and deeds of the dead

Page by page, faster and faster, a layer of sweat came out on Hao Zhi's forehead

Deng Xiaoyu, Wang Lele, Zhang XURUI, as well as a string followed by Feng Yang, Yang Zhong, Wanfu, Jason, Barker and Saburo Inoue

All the names of the rescue team!

Hao Zhi's eyes sank into the sofa and looked at the old faces and familiar names in the photos. His thoughts were as chaotic as a wool ball messed up by a cat. He couldn't find a clue for a moment. What is real?

If the present reality is a dream, where should I be?

In my ears, I recalled the beggar's neurotic words: they are all dead... They... Went out