Chapter 394 Why do you want to die?

Rain on April 24

The Amazon region is covered in dense broad-leaved forests, and the environment here is not very suitable for people like me who are used to living in the city, but because of his illness, I had to follow their team.

I'm also glad that I followed along.

In fact, he looks no different from ordinary people on weekdays, except that when he occasionally talks to people, his eyes will stare at a certain place, empty and focused.

I know, it's an optical illusion.

He sees things that none of us can see, things that don't exist.

There was no record yesterday because he was seriously injured.

If I hadn't noticed something was wrong and asked someone to check where he was training, he might still be lying under the cliff.

According to his men, he should not have made any mistakes in that kind of terrain, but why did he fall off the cliff for no apparent reason?

We don't know either. I wanted to wait for him to tell me after he woke up, but he refused to talk to me.

So I suspect he has suicidal tendencies.

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The handwriting here began to become messy and mottled. The water marks had long since dried up, but the ink remained distorted and blurry.

I can almost imagine the scene of the author writing the record while crying and breaking down under the dim light in the tent.

And the subject of the recording may be not far away, having just fallen into a deep sleep, and then waiting for insomnia day after day, awakened by his own hallucinations, and keeping his eyes open until dawn.

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The girl took a deep breath and continued looking down.

Until dusk gradually covered the earth, the city outside the floor-to-ceiling windows once again entered a carnival of lights and wine.

The lights in the room automatically lit up, and Shen Pianpian seemed to have turned into a frozen silhouette, motionless.

Apart from the rustling of pages, there was no sound in the room.

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The record came in June.

June 7, sunny

I feel like he's been doing much better lately, but I don't know why.

Maybe it was because he'd returned home? Or maybe he was in love? Last time, I accidentally walked into his study. Although he pushed me out instantly, I seemed to have seen a picture of a girl hanging on the wall of his study.

That's great, I hope he can find a relationship soon.

There was actually very little I could do during the treatment process. Even now, I still don't fully understand his symptoms because we didn't communicate enough. Most of the time, I could only prescribe him tons of medication, both oral and injectable, and he would accept them all without a word.

The dosage has been reduced recently because he has been staring at one place for a long time less and less recently.

It’s really good and happy.

As long as he can get better slowly, that will make me happier than anything else.

Although this also deprives me of an opportunity to learn about rare cases, hahahaha...

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Here, the recording seems to stop.

Shen Pianpian thought that this person might have gotten better, or even really recovered.

The heart that had been tense and suppressed finally began to beat a little more vigorously at this moment. Looking at the last few arrogant and excited people, the girl couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth.

She took a long breath and closed the notebook from back to front.

But when the pages were turned, there seemed to be handwriting flashing behind the large blank page.

Black, messy, and ferocious handwriting.

Shen Pianpian paused, her heart palpitating for some reason.

Under the light, the girl looked at the closed notebook for a long time, as if she was staring into a cold and cruel period of time.

After a long time, she slowly opened the notebook from the back.

The pages of paper fell down, and finally turned to the page with writing.

The black ink is much newer than the previous records.

Just six short words.

——Why do you want to die!