5

Jason's friend came the next day. The test process was quite simple. I went to a small room with plenty of light, and then drank water and stared at the hypnosis tools under his guidance. I don't know what happened after that. I have no impression.

When I woke up again, they escorted me out in pairs. Everyone looked solemn, "Lena... I didn't expect that I was wrong... Let's go, we have contacted your parents, they will be here tonight." The police patted my shoulder and sighed at me, who was confused.

"What do you mean? I did it?" I stared in disbelief, subconsciously looking at Jason , but he avoided my gaze with red eyes.

" No? Why? Am I sick? I went to harm a room full of people?" I shouted in confusion, and met everyone's heavy and sad eyes, and suddenly I was speechless. Yes, I am sick... But, I have always been open and never hold grudges, I really don't think I will...

"Let's go..." The police patted me on the shoulder and urged me.

I followed them into the temporary supervision room in a daze, and watched them lock the door and turn away. For a moment, I felt helpless and wronged. How could it be me? Was everything I saw and heard really just my fantasy to exonerate myself?

I huddled in a corner, unable to figure it out, and tears welled up in my eyes. I don't know how long it took, but a young man came to deliver food, looked at me in surprise as I was being supervised, and chatted with the police around. The content was about the case in our school, and three out of five sentences were complaining about me. I really looked like an antisocial element.

It turned out that some students couldn't resist the temptation and exposed this matter on the Internet, and strongly demanded that the school guarantee them admission to graduate school. This matter instantly caused a sensation on the Internet, and issues such as student conflicts and quality education were once again raised. No matter how the Public Security Bureau and the Education Bureau guided and explained, they couldn't control it. Someone actually believed a joke about guaranteeing admission to graduate school. This matter is more surprising than a young person entering and leaving the Public Security Bureau at will!

I looked at the young man who was still chattering and looking at me with contempt from time to time, and couldn't help but question the ability of the police. Unfortunately, even though I had countless dissatisfactions in my heart, I couldn't change the fact that I was locked up.

I buried my head in my arms, trying to block out the outside world, and indulged in my own memories - I still didn't believe that what I saw and heard were all hallucinations! I went over the scenes of that night in my mind again and again: my roommate's turning over, the birthday song in the opposite building, the meowing of the cat downstairs...

I seemed to have some clues, but I was still confused. I always felt that I had missed something, but because I had a bad memory, I couldn't figure out where the weird feeling came from.