MTL - Mystery Hunter-Chapter 51 Life is like a card

Jiang He was lying on his bed~ tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep. It wasn't that Jiang He didn't want to sleep, but that he couldn't. Jiang He knew that there was no way for a person to last a few days under high-intensity labor. And sleep is the best way to relieve one's fatigue, otherwise the body will collapse sooner or later.

But Jiang He couldn't do it. Whenever he lay down, the memories kept pouring into his brain, which made Jiang He very uncomfortable. During the day, Jiang He's mind never stopped. He was thinking about the case all the time, so he could suppress those useless memories, but when they were empty, those memories kept coming up.

And Jiang He didn't know when he would lose control like before. It was the most intense pain in this world. When the pain came, Jiang He could not wait to dig out his own brain. It was too many meaningless memories, Jiang He didn't want to remember these useless memories, but there was no way, Jiang He couldn't control it.

Jiang He curled up on the bed, he held his head tightly, he held his hair tightly, he wanted to die in pain.

Jiang He saw the scene of the fire burning into the sky when he was six years old, Jiang He saw the scene of his cousin and grandmother holding his hand to die, Jiang He saw the scene when he went to the toilet, Jiang He saw the scene of himself eating, Jiang He remembered ten. Eleven street lamps on the street when I was old.

There is no weight, all memories are in Jiang He's mind.

A large amount of memories poured into his mind, making Jiang He's brain about to explode. His hands were full of broken hair, and some of his scalp even bleeds from pulling too hard. Jiang He couldn't take it any longer, he rolled on the bed, screaming in pain from his mouth.

The voice spread out, and the next door was the room of Shao Lao and Xu Yiman.

Xu Yiman was tired all day, and fell asleep on the bed after taking a shower. But in her sleep, she heard looming screams of pain. The sound came from the room next to him. After a little thought, Xu Yiman figured out that Jiang He's room was next to him.

The voice was louder and louder and more painful.

Xu Yiman didn't know what happened to Jiang He, so she hurriedly dressed and knocked on the door, but how could Jiang He open the door for her, who was in so much pain?

Elder Shao also heard Jiang He's voice and came out to check the situation.

Seeing Xu Yiman shouting anxiously at Jiang He's door, Shao Lao quickly said, "Go find Captain Li and hit the door."

After a while, Captain Li led a few people to the door of Jiang He's room.

Several people looked at each other, and together they knocked open the door of Jiang He's room.

The door was knocked open, and several people walked in.

They saw that Jiang He was curled up on his bed, he was holding onto the bed board tightly, and the sheets were even scratched by Jiang He's not sharp fingernails. The gaps between Jiang He's fingernails were already full of blood, and Jiang He even snapped off his fingernails. He was facing the wall at the moment, and kept hitting his head against the wall.

Captain Li and a few criminal policemen rushed up immediately, they held Jiang He firmly, so that Jiang He could not continue to do this kind of hurtful behavior. They finally saw Jiang He's face. It was an extremely distorted face. Jiang He's face was already covered in sweat.

Xu Yiman had seen Jiang He's symptoms the first time he saw him, but the last time was far less severe than it is now. Last time, Jiang He was able to hold back, but this time Jiang He couldn't take it anymore. . Xu Yiman didn't know what disease Jiang He had, but Xu Yiman knew that it was a serious problem.

"What's wrong with him?" Captain Li said, "Can you come and see? His body is covered in sweat, and the sheets are soaked~wet~ with his sweat."

But Xu Yiman didn't move, she said, "I, I have no choice..."

"Aren't you a doctor? How can there be no way?" At the critical moment, Captain Li didn't care whether his words would hurt others.

Xu Yiman still did not move, she stared at Jiang He blankly, although she also wanted to go up to help, but when something like this happened, Xu Yiman couldn't help thinking about her last operation as a surgeon. , that should have been an ordinary operation, but...

Xu Yiman's body couldn't help trembling, she could only manage herself, how could she manage Jiang He.

On the contrary, at this time, Jiang He spoke. The voice was squeezed out of Jiang He's teeth, and his words were intermittent.

"It's alright." Jiang He endured the pain and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it, it'll be fine for a while."

Shao Lao looked at Xu Yiman: "Call the doctor in the team and let her see what happened to Jiang He."

Xu Yiman nodded and walked out of the room. Xu Yiman, who walked out of the house, breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of scene was something Xu Yiman didn't want to see, something she never wanted to see in her life. She trotted all the way to call the doctor.

Shao Lao looked at Jiang He, who was panting but gradually calmed down, and then looked at the back of Xu Yiman, who had gone away. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Now there are only two members of the task force, but these two members They all have their own problems, and this problem cannot be solved in a short time.

The memories in Jiang He's mind roared past at this moment, as if a flood washed over Jiang He's mind. At this moment, Jiang He's mind finally calmed down a bit, and in these short ten minutes, Jiang He felt that he had died once.

The doctor had arrived, and she began to examine Jiang He's body, but after the examination, she found that Jiang He was fine except that he was a little thin.

Jiang He explained, "I have hyperamnesia."

"Hypermesis?" The doctor shook his head: "This is too complicated, I'm just an ordinary doctor, your disease needs a doctor who specializes in neurology and psychiatry. But if you really have a headache, take a pain reliever. medicine."

The doctor looked at Jiang He's fingernails and the blood on Jiang He's head, and said, "I don't know what kind of pain makes people like this, but if they don't get treatment, it may get worse in the future."

Jiang He shook his head and said, "I don't take painkillers, the ingredients in painkillers are addictive and affect people's thinking, which will make my head irrational, so I'd rather have trauma. It won't hurt my thinking, and I'm used to it, it's just that it's very strong today."

The doctor shook his head helplessly.

After cleaning up Jiang He's wound, the doctor left.

"Is it better?" Xu Yiman looked at Jiang He, a little embarrassed: "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that I can't do it, I, when I see someone suffering from illness, my body can't help The trembling, let alone saving people, I can only barely control myself not to fall."

"I..." Xu Yiman still wanted to say something, but she only said one word, she still chose to hide this matter in her heart.

Jiang He shook his head and explained, "It's nothing, in fact, it hurts and I'm used to it. When I was very young, my cousin and grandma took me to see a lot of doctors, and it took her life savings to get rid of it. Well my illness, and it's my own problem, not all hypersomnia sufferers have headaches."

Jiang He smiled, a polite smile without any emotion.

Xu Yiman looked at the Jiang He in front of her, she didn't know what kind of person Jiang He was.

In Jiang He's dictionary, there was never the word "observant" or the word "pity for flowers and jade". Jiang He was like an emotionless robot. Xu Yiman had never thought about the reason for Jiang He's character before, but now, Xu Yiman has a good impression of Jiang He.

In another sense, Jiang He may be himself. Yes, in this world, everyone has pain that no one can tell. This pain is deeply rooted in people's hearts. Jiang He is like this, he is. So, and perhaps the rest of the people present, as well.

What story will be hidden under this pair of skins?

Jiang He finally regained his previous calm, he said, "I don't know why I am the only one who is like this, I have spent almost twenty years of my life in the hospital, but my cousin and grandma once said to me that I I always remember, of course, I can't forget it."

Jiang He remembered that cousin, grandmother who loved gambling, who had lived with Jiang He for more than 20 years.

Every time Jiang He recalled his cousin and grandma, according to his experience, 90% of people would be sad because of the death of their relatives, and would cry for their relatives, but Jiang He couldn't do it, he didn't know why. Not sad, not happy, not emotional.

It had been twenty years since Jiang He became like this.

But Jiang He could always think of that grandmother who loved gambling, when Jiang He was nine years old.

Nine-year-old Jiang He was sitting next to his cousin, who was playing poker with a few aunties. It was a poker game called "leveling up", although Jiang He, who was sitting beside him, had already memorized all the cards. In his own mind, although Jiang He had already estimated that his cousin and grandmother's chances of winning the cards were very small, Jiang He still watched it with relish.

Cousin and grandma touched Jiang He's little head with her rough hands, and scolded: "Damn it, why did you take this card away? Isn't that giving others points."

Jiang He said, "No matter how you go, your chances of losing are already 90%."

My cousin said sternly, "This is your fault."

Cousin Grandma said:

Your whole life is like playing cards. You never know whether the cards in your hand are good or bad. Only when your life ends do you realize that good or bad cards are of secondary importance.

What is important then?

Jiang He didn't understand, and his aunt and grandmother never said anything.