At this time, my mind is still a chaotic, left peak this guy is not busy for a moment, three or two words he hung up the line, I quickly received a message.

The psychiatrist's name is Ma, a man in his fifties, and I will call him an old horse for a while.

As a rare psychiatrist in the hospital, Lao Ma has his own set at the treatment level, but he chose to burn carbon suicide when his reputation and status are guaranteed.

Go to do a simple wash, just about to call the big brother, he has come down the mountain, the first sentence is: "Tomorrow, last night Lin Abao did not return to the view."

"Let her go, we'll have to go somewhere now."I got up early this morning and didn’t see Zhao Qin and Tang Yuan.

“Where to go?”

“The psychiatrist who sees Gu Ling.”

The big brother did not speak, handed me the buns in his hand, and asked, “Where is Tang Yuan?”

"I don't know, I didn't see it when I got up."I couldn't help it, because I had made that strange dream that was very frightened, and I just felt a little soft at this time.

"My brother's phone doesn't work."Big Brother said something.

"When we get something done, we'll find him."I wonder where the mahjong will go.

After going down the mountain, I went to buy some fruits and nutrients with my big brother, and went to the old horse house, first of all, we could not appear as strangers, because I had spent more than two years in the city hospital, although I never had contact with Dr. Ma, after all, it was a colleague, this time I could play this banner.

According to the address given by Zuo Feng arrived, I did not expect to open the door was actually a white old lady, the other person was called Dr. Ma's mother, heard that when we were colleagues, the old lady was very polite to let us go.

"It's really hard for you, people say that people go cold, but the doctors in your city's hospitals are humane."Grandma wanted to pour water for us, and I stopped her.

"We just had a drink on the road, Grandma didn't have to be polite."Some cold, we sat down, but at this time my psychology is different from before, I hesitate to open my mouth, such an old man, no matter what asked her, is it not all to her heart tack?

At this time, the old horse family lay down the door suddenly "squeaked" opened a small seam.

Because everyone did not speak for the reason, the sound of the "squeak" on the door seemed unusually clear.

The old lady first looked back and looked at it: "This door is broken, and it will open when it is gently blown by the wind, alas!"

Where is the wind in the house?I set my eyes on the guest bedroom door, just at this time, suddenly suddenly, there was a hand on the door, as if someone inside wanted to open the door, but then hurried to let go of the door, although it was only a short second, but I still saw this scene clearly, and I was scared out of a cold sweat.

At this time, the old lady stood up to close the door, and I took a step forward: "Grandma, I will come!"

“Thank you!”There was an old voice behind him.

Walking to the door of the guest bed, I took a silent breath, although the light in the guest bedroom was low and dark, but when I looked in, I saw a man sitting on the edge of the bed, he hung his head, sitting there motionless, this silence gave a kind of inspeakable strangeness.

The man, barefoot, wearing a broad lattice pajamas, seemed to feel me standing at the door, and slowly raised his head at this time, and a pair of dark and white-eyed eyes stared at me like that.

Although the cold and terrible eyes could not say, I still saw confusion and helplessness from the inside, and I tried to keep myself calm and took a small step forward, one foot in the door, one foot outside the door, and whispered, "Are you the doctor of horses?"

He did not answer me, but suddenly opened a grin, the smile seemed to someone pull out of his mouth, looking very seepable, with this smile, the old horse raised his hand to point to his desk, as if there was something to tell me.

I turned back to the big brother to make a look, the big brother will, and the old lady to talk about Taoism, these things, in fact, the easiest to open the topic with the old man, perhaps the older people, the more I hope to have their own faith.

Speaking of the old lady's distraction, I went into the guest bedroom and went to the desk.

The books on the desk were neat and the tables were clean and spotless, but I didn't know what the old horse wanted me to take, and I wanted to ask him back, but I found that the bed was empty without his shadow.

But when I turned around, I was suddenly scared, and the old horse stood beside me.

He raised his finger again stiffly to a small book on his desk.

The little book is red, and few people use this color for notebooks.

I tried my best not to shiver, reached out and brought my notebook, and asked the old horse, “Give me it?”

He nodded his head.

Because the old lady is outside, I enter the bedroom like this for too long and always not good, I can only take the notebook into the pocket, and then turn around and go out, go to the door and look back, see the old horse sitting on the bed again, just look at me without expression.

When my footsteps went outside, the guest card behind me automatically closed, and the old lady over there turned back and smiled at me, thinking that I was closed.

I was cold behind my back, and I went over to comfort the old lady with a few words, and my big brother and I stood up and said goodbye at the same time.

All the way downstairs, I dared to look back, only to see the old Ma family bedroom window, there seems to be a shadow of shadow standing there.

“Tomorrow, what’s the matter, the dead psychiatrist is at home?”Big Brother was afraid to ask me.

"He's in his guest bedroom, but he doesn't seem to have any malice."I took out the red notebook: "That's what he let me take, I don't know what's written in it, let's go back to the studio."

Today was the old Dao chief on duty, but his old man was very casual, he wanted to come and come, did not want to come, as now, when I returned to the studio with my big brother, I found that the door was still closed.

"The master is getting lazy."Big Brother muttered to open the door of the studio.

When I got in, I couldn’t wait to open my notebook and start looking.

I thought I would see some auspicious feelings in the process of ancient mausoleum diagnosis, I did not expect that there were only a few words on the first page in the diary: living at such a young age, I suddenly found that the whole world could be reversed, and when you look at it from a different angle, you will feel that it is different when you are alive or dead.

Even though it’s just a short sentence, I feel like my scalp is tingled.

It is very inconceivable that during the time that Gu Ling was in the psychotherapy room, it was not the old horse who healed her, but that she persuaded the old horse to examine and examine the world from different angles with different eyes.

I can't keep my notebook closed, it seems, I can't get more information from the old horse.

At this time, the police car of Zuo Feng stopped at the door of our studio, pushed the car door, and walked in to us with a bag folder in his hand.

“Little Du, what’s the point of your trip to Dr. Ma’s house?”The high body of the left peak entered the office, and there was a kind of space that he felt a lot of occupied in an instant.