Chapter 85:

He's heart was choked up and his fist hit his head, but Anze was almost choked with pain.
I walked quickly to the bed, grabbed his hand that was beating wildly, and embraced him tightly in his arms. Anze said distressedly: "Brother, wake up, you have nightmares again, brother ..."
The dark factory ruins, the icy walls behind, the pungent blood smell, the bones in the whole body are cracking like a heartache ... the heart seems to stop beating slowly, and every breath makes the lungs feel squeezed It's just as painful ...
No, you can't just die ... An Luo, you have to hold on, you can't die ...
Somebody seems to be hugging himself? The body is familiar, warm temperature.
"Am I ... not dead?" An Luo opened his eyes and stared blankly at An Ze.
Anze hugged him distressedly. "Brother, you are okay, that's just a dream ... don't be afraid ... you won't be okay ..." His fingers gently touched his back, over and over, like comforting a frightened animal Same, stroking gently.
An Luo finally woke up from the terrible nightmare, feeling the warm embrace of An Ze, An Luo tremblingly stretched out his hands, and gently held his back, "An Ze ..."
"It's me, brother, have you woke up?" An Ze loosened his arms and raised his face, but saw An Luo who was always calm because of the nightmare of fear, his red eyes were covered with bloodshots, and his forehead was also Exuding a fine layer of cold sweat.
Bian Anze took a paper towel, wiped the sweat from his forehead distressedly, poured a glass of water by the way, found a sleeping pill to feed him, and whispered: "Don't worry, it's just a dream."
Juan An Luo frowned. "I ... my head hurts, my head is a bit messy, I ... dreamed of being abused ..."
"Brother, you're all right." Anze interrupted him and embraced him into his arms again, burying his head in his chest, holding his shoulder tightly with one hand, and gently stroked with the other. Holding his hair, "It's okay ... I'm here ... I've been by your side ..."
别 "Don't think about it, it's just a dream ..."
Wu Anluo finally determined that it was just a dream. He reached out and hugged Anze tightly, and buried his head deeply in his arms.
Suan Anze's shirt was soon wet with sweat.
He didn't know what his brother dreamed about, he only knew that at this moment An Luo had faded the layer of cold and hard shell, exposing the most fragile and softest part of his heart.
安 An Luo at this moment needs him to stay by his side and needs his encouragement and comfort.
I do n’t know what to do. Anze can only hug him tightly, repeating the clumsy lines tirelessly over and over,
Brother, all right ... I ’m here ...

Wu Anze's fingers stroked An Luo's hair over and over again, using his greatest tenderness and patience to release him from the terrible nightmare.
I don't know how long it took, Anluo finally calmed down, and his gently trembling body was motionless.
Wu Anze looked down and found that he had closed his eyes.
He took sleeping pills this time, and he seemed to sleep heavily.
An Anze finally relieved himself, went to bed and lay asleep, and gently slept An Luo into his arms.
Chapter35
The next morning, An Luo woke up and found a honey-colored chest in front of her. She took a breath and smelled a familiar taste. She buried her head in his chest and slept all night ...
"Brother, are you awake?" Anze's voice suddenly rang in his ear, Anluo's face was pressed against his chest, and he even felt that his voice came from his chest. When he spoke, he caused a shock and a deep voice in his chest. The scalp tingled in An Luo's scalp.
Anluo froze all over, hurriedly removed his face from his chest, and turned to sit up. Thinking of the trembling picture that he was holding him last night, An Luo's face was slightly red because of embarrassment, he coughed and said, "I ... last night ..."
Wu Anze also sat up, glanced at An Luo, smiled slightly, and relieved him: "I know, my brother just had a nightmare last night."
Juan Anluo was silent for a moment and shook his head. "Maybe ... it's not just as simple as dreaming."
Wu Anze was a little confused. "Brother?"
Juan Anluo didn't know how to say it. After being diagnosed with schizophrenia, he didn't particularly want to tell Anzai, and for some reason, he always felt embarrassed to tell Anzai about this. Plus, he wasn't even sure which one was the true one now. An Luo, which is the illusion of schizophrenia, this matter is even harder to say.
In the dream last night, a very and cruel picture was reproduced. He saw that he was taken to an abandoned factory. The people were blurred, laughter sounded terrible, and some people tied his hands and feet. When he got up, he took a whip and drew it on him.
The shirts were all shattered, blood was drawn from his body, An Luo gritted his teeth, and he did not make a sound of resistance. Those people seemed unwilling to pick up an iron rod and knocked his leg.
The dull sound of the iron rods and bones crashing clearly in his ears, the body was as sharply painful as the whole was broken, and finally made him completely fainted.
Before losing consciousness, he kept hinting to himself repeatedly, don't die, hold on, you must not die ...
An Luo remembered the moment of his rebirth. When he woke up in the hospital, he did have a lot of whiplashes on his body, and his legs were indeed broken. So it can be inferred that the dream last night-perhaps should not be called It is a dream, but a reappearance of memories belonging to An Luo. Otherwise, it will not be as clear as empathy.
It seems to me that An Luo was indeed beaten after being abducted, but he always braced himself not to let himself die.
So, did he end up dead?
谁 Who is he? Is it a hallucination of his schizophrenia? Or was he borrowing An Luo from his body?
Which of the two possibilities is true? If it is schizophrenia, how can the past about Anyang be explained? If it's boring back to the soul, why would it resonate with this body?
Luanluo grew more and more headaches, and couldn't help but hold her abrupt temple with her hands.
Suddenly, his fingers were gently held, and An Ze's low voice came from his ear: "Brother, don't think about it anymore, it doesn't matter if you don't remember, don't force yourself."
Stop forcing yourself ...
Everyone is pushing An Luo, everyone wants An Luo to remember the past. The family hopes that he can remember the past and return to Anlo, which they are familiar with, and the police hope that he can remember the past to help them solve the case. But Anze said, it doesn't matter, don't force yourself ...
只有 Because there is only An Ze, he really distressed his brother. No matter what his brother becomes, whether he remembers the past or not, he still loves him as always.
Wu Anze's affection for his brother is much deeper than expected ...
Sui Anluo suddenly couldn't bear to tell Anze, "Your brother is dead."

After eating breakfast, An Yang called An Ze to the study to talk. An Ze was blocked out of the door and had to return to the living room to watch TV with Suzi.
Wu Suxi is a very special woman. She is a beautiful and gentle lady who wears a wig and a dress. She can take off her wig and take a gun, but she is a smart and capable young policewoman.