One week after I was discharged from the hospital, the police came to my door.

The reason was that they found a very important piece of evidence from my pocket - that mobile phone.

Of course, I was more than willing to cooperate with their investigation.

I told the officer about being followed for the past year, how I saw that girl searching for the phone, and how the phone ended up in my clothes.

But because the dream was too real, I couldn't distinguish whether what I was saying was based on reality or an illusion.

"I'm sorry, officer. My memory is confused, and those testimonies might be mixed up."

"It's alright, just routine questioning. Don't burden yourself." After the officer finished speaking, he looked at me with a worried expression, then averted his gaze and walked away.

I secretly followed behind and pressed my ear against the door. I could hear the officer's voice from outside:

"How long has he been in this condition?"

"What?" My mom sounded surprised.

The officer continued, "Nanli is his sister, right?"

This statement made no logical sense to me and was even absurd to the point of suffocation!

"Do you know that he has always identified as a female?"

"He has always believed that he is Nanli."

Their conversation felt like a burst of explosive gas entering my lungs, making me uncomfortable. Even though I tried to control my frantic emotions, I couldn't help but rush in and question the officer, "What nonsense! Where did I get a sister?!"

A hint of helplessness flashed in the officer's eyes as he looked at me with a complex expression. "Do you know what was saved on that phone?"

I shook my head. I had no idea.

"I see," he nodded, "It seems this case..."

"Please come with us."