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Chapter 8 January [-]th

Today I happened to be resting, and the phone rang suddenly, which disturbed a rare lazy sleep.I picked up the receiver, but I couldn’t hear the sound. After about ten seconds, there was a sound of exhalation on the other end of the phone, which became louder and louder, like the feeling of a snake sticking out its tongue. The more I imagined me in that direction The more creepy it gets.Could it be—fortunately, the other end suddenly began to speak, ending my boundless and terrifying imagination.

"Hi, hello, I'm Dr. Mo from the psychological clinic."

Doctor Mo?I was in a drowsy sleep, and I was startled by him just now, and I paused for a long time before I remembered the so-called psychiatrist.

"Oh, so it was you, what happened just now, that strange voice?" I hope there is something wrong with him answering the phone.

"I'm sorry to scare you. Well, it's nothing. I'm testing your will." His voice trembled a little, maybe he was joking at me, maybe it was just a prank, really annoying.

"Please don't make such jokes next time. Why are you calling me?"

"According to the treatment plan I made for you, you should come to the clinic for treatment this morning."

"The treatment plan you made for me? I didn't say that I would continue treatment, let alone any plan."

"But I know you need treatment, I'm not kidding you, you really need it, or you'll be in danger, you know what I mean. And I won't charge you now until I think your treatment is successful Bill, please."

"Just kill me when the time comes, won't you?" In fact, I seldom speak so aggressively, but I am really angry. Why should he say that I must be sick.

I was about to say no, but he spoke first on the other end of the phone: "Actually, it was Rose who reminded me to call you, otherwise I really forgot."

ROSE, that face quickly appeared in my mind, "ROSE—" I read softly.

"What did you say?"

Damn it, let him hear it.

"I'm sorry, I mean, I'll be right over."

"Okay, I'll wait for you, goodbye." He hung up the phone.The sound of "beep beep" on the other end woke me up completely.I looked at the clock, my God, it's not yet 7 o'clock, Dr. Mo can't be some kind of workaholic.

I struggled to get up, and didn't go out until 8 o'clock.Half an hour later, I arrived at the clinic, and when I entered the door, I saw the girl named ROSE again.

"Good morning." She greeted me.

"Good morning." I replied with my head down, but I didn't dare to look at her more, as if I owed her something.

"Unfortunately, several people have come for treatment just now, are you waiting here for a while?"

"Oh." The dullness made me speechless, especially in front of her, I could only stand blankly.

"Sit down, please." She pointed to a row of chairs.

I sat down and looked at the ceiling uneasily. The decoration was beautiful, inlaid with religious paintings similar to the Renaissance style, the Holy Child in the arms of the Virgin, and the angels. I didn't expect Dr. Mo to be very interested in art.

"Tea, please." Rose made me a cup of tea, and I gently placed it on the chair next to me.

When Rose bent down to hand me the tea, the tips of her hair on both sides almost touched my face. Also, there was her scent, which was so familiar that no one or any perfume could imitate it. I've only smelled this scent on one person, and now she's the second one. It's a natural deodorant that emanates from the depths of the skin.Smelling this smell, for me, was like an electric shock, and I immediately fell into the trap of memory, which made me feel a little painful.

After a while, we didn't talk, and she was sitting at the desk looking at some materials, but I noticed that she seemed to be watching me from the corner of her eye.I realized something and took a hasty sip of the tea, which tasted better than I had imagined.Normally, I would never touch the tea made by others. I know it's impolite, but I really don't have the habit of drinking tea.

Half an hour passed, and there was almost no sound in the room, despite the presence of two large living people.I could clearly hear the movement of the second hand on my watch, I finally couldn't take it anymore, maybe Dr. Mo was just playing tricks on me.I stood up and said to Rose in a tactful way: "I'm sorry, can I go up and see Dr. Mo's treatment?"

She seemed a little hesitant, but finally nodded: "It's okay, please go up."

I walked up the stairs lightly, trying not to make any noise.I stopped by the door upstairs and listened carefully to the movement in the room. It seemed that someone was talking, but I couldn't hear it clearly.I thought about it for a while, and pushed open the door without knocking. I thought it would still be as dark as last time, but it wasn't this time. There was plenty of light coming in through the window, and the room was unobstructed.Dr. Mo was still sitting on the big swivel chair, mouth curled up, looking at the three people on the ground like a king.

The three people on the ground were very strange, an old man in his 60s, a woman in her 30s, and a young man about my age.They all sat cross-legged on futons with their eyes closed, as if they were worshiping Buddha in a temple or monks meditating.

The young man was talking with his eyes closed: "The gas lights on the road came on, and some Indian policemen were patrolling. I got into a rickshaw and walked briskly across Rue Joffre, and finally stopped on the side of a small road. I He gave the coachman a big ocean, which was enough for him to pull the car for a day.

"I walked into an alley, and there was a bungalow. I walked around the bungalow. It was 10 o'clock in the evening. The whole house was dark, like a European medieval castle. Only a window on the third floor was lit. Yellow light. I climbed up the fence, my heart was uneasy, and I was holding on to the iron railing of the fence.

"Finally I turned over. I entered the garden behind the bungalow. After wandering for a while, I saw a figure on the third floor swaying in front of the lighted window. So I boldly came to the back door of the bungalow. There was no door. The lock was ajar, and the hall was dark except for the dim light of a small white candle. Following the light, I found the stairs and walked up tremblingly, the floor rattling.

"The third floor is here, the moonlight shines on my face through the skylight, I can feel the sweat on my forehead, suddenly the door opens, the faint yellow light shines out, and I see her face. Caroline, my Caroline, I squeezed her hand like I held the whole world. Her strong hand dragged me into the room, I could feel her hunger, and she slammed the door shut—today The night is ours."

He stopped narrating suddenly, his brows were tightly knit together, and he couldn't speak anymore.I looked at him in surprise, then at Dr. Mok.Dr. Mo smiled at me and said, "Don't be afraid, he is recalling an experience he had in 1934."

"1934? He looks about my age. My grandfather was a teenager in 1934." I couldn't believe it.

"I understand your reaction. Don't you know where the bungalow he just described is? It's here, the house we are in now. He passed by this house half a year ago, and he suddenly felt very familiar. He had never been here before, so he began to recall slowly that he had come here, in 1934, to have an affair with a French woman named Caroline."

"Is he mentally ill?"

"No, what he recalled was his previous life. His previous life was a young man in Shanghai in the 30s. I didn't believe him at first, but then I asked several surviving old people who worked as servants here, It is confirmed that a French woman named Caroline lived in this building in the 30s. Her husband has been doing business in the mainland of China for a long time, so he left many affairs in this building. But he is impossible I knew this in advance, so I believe his recollection of his previous life is accurate."

"Is this also treatment?"

"Of course. Alright, next one." Dr. Mo seemed to be giving orders.

The old man started to speak, eyes still closed: "The night was very late, and the funeral procession finally arrived. More than 100 men were carrying an extremely huge coffin, which was painted with multicolored lacquer paintings, which was astonishingly beautiful. In front of me is a hill, a very regular four-sided triangle, this is the mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. On both sides of the avenue leading directly to the mausoleum, there are dozens of huge bronze warriors. In the dark, bunches of torches are lit My eyes gradually adapted to the light here, until the gate of the underground palace suddenly opened. We followed the coffin of the great first emperor down the steps, and the eerie darkness enveloped us. We had already entered the underground, and the corridor seemed to be as long Boundless, only the sound of heavy footsteps and the metal friction of the armor. We seem to be trekking on the long road of the underworld, and suddenly a door opened, and we walked through that door, and I felt countless golden lights piercing into my eyes , I raised my head, wiped my eyes, and finally saw clearly, there seems to be another sky above our heads, the light is like day, and there is another sea under our feet, a sea made of mercury. The great underground palace, I understand that we entered The underground palace of the great Qin Shihuang. There are countless pottery figurines in the underground palace, tens of thousands, like a large army. We carefully passed through them and the golden treasures everywhere. In the center of the underground palace, we placed the coffin. The First Emperor made his last kneeling salute. Farewell, Emperor. Finally, we took a last look at the underground palace with nostalgia. What can we ask for in this lifetime? We left the underground palace, closed the door, and passed the long underground passage to the Go to the ground. When we were about to return to the ground, the last door was closed tightly. What happened? We knocked on the door vigorously and shouted, but no one responded to us. They abandoned us, I finally know Now, we ourselves are sacrificial objects. In the dark, I calmly wait for death to come."

"That's enough." Dr. Mo interrupted him, "You speak very well, and your treatment is very effective. What I need is the details, and you have done it, very good."

"It's unbelievable that he was a soldier who was buried with Qin Shihuang in his previous life." I interjected. In fact, I thought it was very absurd. The old man's imagination was too rich, and he might have delusional disorder.

"The unbelievable is yet to come. Ma'am, it's your turn now." Dr. Mo showed an ambiguous smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't want to say." The woman's answer surprised me, but immediately I was secretly happy. Doctor Mo finally hit a wall this time.

"I know that memories will make you very painful. I understand you very well, but it doesn't matter. If you speak out, you will relieve your pain, and I believe this young man will keep it secret for you."

Is he talking about me?

"It was a nightmare, as much as I wish it was just a dream, but alas, it wasn't, it was what I experienced, in another shell of my soul. It was December 1937, and I was in Nanking. The In winter, our family didn’t even have time to escape. The city was full of rout soldiers and all roads were crowded. We couldn’t walk, so we could only hide at home, listening to the sound of rumbling guns ringing in our ears from far and near. The first One night, nothing happened. We spent the night in fear. The next day I quietly opened the window and found dead bodies everywhere on the street. There was still a breath of Chinese soldiers' chests; there were still rows of Chinese prisoners tied up by them and led towards the direction of the Yangtze River. I closed the windows in fear, and my family didn't know what to do. Suddenly, the door was opened. Kicking away, a group of Japanese soldiers rushed in. They held guns and ordered us to hand over the money. We handed over all the cash and jewelry in the house. In the end, they still shot, first my brother, he was shot in the head , my mom and dad, got dozens of bullets, and finally my brother. They ordered him to kneel down, and then one of them pulled out a long saber and chopped off - my brother's head. Blood, all It was bloody, it sprayed my face, he... I'm sorry, I can't go on." The woman said in great pain.

"Go on!" Dr. Mo used an imperative tone again.

I thought he was cruel, he seemed to enjoy hearing such horrible things.

"Yes." She finally obeyed Dr. Mo's order, "Then, they pushed me to the ground, tore all my clothes, their hands were covered in blood, they groped my body, and then ..." Suddenly her hands hugged her body tightly, as if someone was really tearing her clothes, the calm tone just now disappeared, and she cried out loudly: "Let go! Beast, I beg you!" You guys, don't..."

I noticed that two lines of tears had flowed down her face. I couldn't believe she was lying, and I watched Dr. Mo secretly again, but his eyes radiated excitement, as if this stimulated something in him senses.

She suddenly opened her eyes, stepped back with tears streaming down her cheeks, and then opened the door and walked out. There was the sound of her hurriedly going downstairs outside the door.

"Did you know?" Dr. Mo approached me and said, "Those Japanese people take turns."

"Boring. You shouldn't force her to recall painful experiences."

"Everyone should face the pain directly." He was still plausible, and then said to the old and the young on the ground, "Okay, today's treatment is over, you are all great, and report on time for the next treatment session."

The old and the young opened their eyes and walked out.

"Okay, you're next." Dr. Mo and I are the only ones left in the room now.

"I?"

"Come on, sit on the ground, clean, and close your eyes."

"No, I don't believe that."

"You have to believe, sit down." He used an imperative tone again, and I found that his voice seemed to have a kind of magic, maybe he was good at bluffing, and I actually sat on the ground.He continued, "Close your eyes, okay, relax, relax, relax—"

He actually said dozens of "relax" in one breath, and I can't remember how long he said it, but I always felt that I did relax, as if my body no longer existed, and my mind became an independent thing. , I vaguely heard his words: "You are no longer you."

I'm not me anymore?

In an instant, I seemed to fall into the grave——

After an unknown period of time, I opened my eyes, and Dr. Mo was still sitting in front of me. I gradually came to my senses and looked around. Fortunately, only half an hour had passed.

"You know what you told me just now?"

"I didn't know anything just now. Do you believe me when I said that I was reincarnated as an emperor?"

"That's right, your memories of your previous life are the emperor's life."

"Fart." I said this very lightly.

"That's right, you said it yourself."

"Then please tell me, which emperor was my previous life, Qin Shihuang or Han Wudi?" I was really angry.

"Believe it or not."

"Are you a doctor or a wizard?" I had the urge to punch him.

"In ancient times, the first doctors were wizards." His answer is actually quotable, but I agree with him, but the problem is that this is the 21st century, and he is a good liar, although I have no doubts The authenticity of the memory of the woman in front is too real.

"Sorry, I'm leaving, don't call me again in the future." I walked out of the room and closed the door heavily.

Walking downstairs, Rose smiled at me and said, "Hello, how is the treatment going?"

I was going to say "it sucks," but I didn't, and just mumbled, "It's okay."

I walked to the door, and Rose's voice came from behind: "Please come again next time."

I turned my head, nodded to her, and stepped out the door of the clinic.Breathing fresh air again, I looked back at the three-story house, suddenly a little scared.As soon as I took a few steps, a figure of a woman passed in front of my eyes, which looked familiar, and I stepped up a few more steps. Although I only saw her back, the woman turned her head a few times, and I could see who she was——Huang rhyme!
Why is she here?

It could be seen that she had just come out of the clinic and was walking towards the road.I let go of my doubts first, and went up to her to stop: "Huang Yun."

"Why are you?" She looked surprised, but immediately regained her composure, "It's such a coincidence, the world is really getting smaller and smaller."

"I'm here for treatment."

"Oh, I forgot, I introduced you here."

"Why are you here too?"

"I'm not in a good mood recently." She hesitated for a moment, a little secretive.Is this an answer?She was changing the subject: "By the way, how is Dr. Mo treating you?"

"I'm very disappointed in him." Then I said softly, "He's playing tricks, don't tell him I told him."

She smiled, and her face became much ruddy. Only then did I notice that she was a little less haggard and a little more beautiful than when we met in the cafe last time.I remembered something, and continued: "I didn't seem to see you at Lu Bai's memorial service last week."

She was silent for a while, then said lightly, "Because I'm too tired."

"Maybe." I lowered my head.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked me out of the blue.

"No, never, what's the matter?" I was very surprised.

"Oh, I see, it's nothing, that's good, goodbye." She straightened her hair, the loose hair was fluffy and soft, and it shone seductively in the sun, and then walked forward lightly with her bag on her shoulders.

This strange woman.

Suddenly something stirred in my heart.

(End of this chapter)