C6

Chapter 6 - Lost Memory

"Girls nowadays just don't care about themselves. Not to mention loving pretty girls, let's see how low the blood sugar level is!"

I heard someone nagging in my ear. When I opened my eyes, there was a blinding white light that made me close my eyes again.

"Eh, you're all here. What happened?" I cover my aching head.

"You still have the nerve to say that!" The biggest girl in the room slapped my back and said in a bad mood, "Why are you like this? He was so ill that he did not make a sound or go to the hospital! Are you trying to die? "Huh?"

"F * ck off, how could you curse like that?" Another lively sister, Anthea, sat down and said, "Nono, your blood sugar is too low. He fainted in the counselor's office, which scared him. "

"Fortunately, the head of the staff team had called us. The counselor called us and sent you to the infirmary."

I found myself in a white hospital bed with a quilt over my body. There was a small needle in his hand. It looked like he had been injected with glucose.

Because of the change in my constitution, this needle of glucose always made my skin feel a little itchy, as if it had been injected with dirt. But there's no other way. I can't tell others that dextrose is useless and that we need human blood, right?

The dead woman was right. I definitely saw it.

But if there was a female corpse, why hadn't the counselor found it? Could it be that the counselor killed someone? Impossible! He already has a counselor, wife and children, and he is usually very responsible. His reputation is very good, so he wouldn't do such a thing.

'Could it be that the murderer was still hiding in that office? '

I shivered. If that's really the case, then the other party must have seen my face. Or could it be that the female corpse was not a real corpse, but a ghost?

When I thought of the paper man's wedding I had seen in the afternoon, I suddenly felt that it really was a ghost.

[What the hell is wrong with me?

I bemoan my ill-fated fate, but I can't show it to anyone else. He could only hide these secrets and return to his dorm room with his roommates.

When I got back to the bedroom, I slumped over the table. The three of them said they were going out for a midnight snack and asked if I wanted anything. If it was before, I would definitely ask for cold noodles, iron plates and potatoes. But now, all I could say was, "Bring me a cup of coffee."

Sister Jing disagreed, saying that she didn't want to sleep after drinking coffee so late in the night. In the end, she left in a huff.

I lay down on the table for a while, and then I remembered to knock out that weird thing in my stomach, so I stood up and looked for my previous checklist. I decided to do the operation tomorrow.

After I found the list, it occurred to me that I had forgotten something. I glanced at my watch. Zi Sang Ming's cartoon!

He had delayed a trip to the counselor's office. It was already past ten-thirty. I thought back to Zishan Ming's statement that I must finish the burning before 12 o'clock, and immediately panicked. He began to rummage through my pile of textbooks.

No.

I went through it a few times and was shocked to find that the comic book was gone!

The result struck me as absolutely unmistakable. Before I went out to look for the counselor, I put the book down on the table in my hand. Between the two books, I remembered them all.

And now the comic book was gone.

I dropped into a chair. And my hands couldn't stop shaking — I don't know why, but I had the feeling that if I hadn't read this book and burned it as Zishan said, something terrible would have happened.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down. I grabbed my phone and dialed Jing-jie's number. "Jing-jie, did you see the comic book on my desk?"

Sister Jing should be on the food street, so her voice was very loud, "What? When did you start reading comics? "No, we didn't see it."

Sister Jing had always been a steady person and would never joke like this. If she said she didn't see it, then she really didn't see it. But how could that be possible? My cartoon is not alive, so it could just grow legs and run away.

I covered my face and fell to the ground. It was as if his entire body had been sucked empty.

I don't remember anything that happened later that night. When I came back, I found myself sitting on the ground, as if my soul had left my body, which scared them to death. To be honest, all I remember about that day was buying a cup of coffee, and then what happened in the hours between the afternoon and the evening, and I forgot all about it. The memory in his head seemed to have been devoured, leaving nothing behind.

That night, for the first time in two months, I did not dream of Zishan.