The sunset blazed like fire, the sun's last rays burning with abandon. Gao Ming gazed out the window, entranced. He had not seen a sight like this in a long time. In his memories, dark clouds always shrouded the sky, and everything was gray and steeped in death.
Only after darkness had fully fallen did Lingling, the nurse, return with some paperwork and a black backpack. "Everything's been processed. The people in safekeeping insisted you come sign for it yourself, so I gave them a good scolding."
Gao Ming eagerly opened the backpack and took out its contents: a repaired laptop and a cheap black phone.
He booted up the laptop. It was filled with lesson plans and work documents. He seemed to have been a very dedicated teacher at Xinhu No. 1 High School.
"Named outstanding teacher three years running, well loved by his students, delivered a speech as the faculty representative at the school's thirtieth-anniversary celebration..."
There was a wealth of material on the laptop, and Gao Ming became completely absorbed in it. He watched long videos and looked through photos and reports about himself, yet felt as though he were watching someone else's story. Still, the longer he looked, the less resistance he seemed to feel.
"Is this really me?"
"Take your time. I have other things to attend to." The nurse did not disturb Gao Ming, but there was sympathy in her eyes as she looked at him. Losing one's memory was indeed a painful thing.
The hospital room door closed softly. The cold light from the laptop screen fell across Gao Ming's face, making his expression look a little more sinister.
"I don't remember any of this."
Beside the bed, A Fang kept assembling the Haunted House over and over. On the bed, Gao Ming