End of ten days

"You called me "wife"...that's why I lost my temper?"

Yan Zhichun lowered his head and thought for a moment, and found that this matter was unexpectedly reasonable.

At least it's more reasonable than Jiang Ruoxue's suggestion, "Aries and I, you can only choose one."

Jiang Ruoxue has always been a casual person, and there is no reason to force herself into a dilemma with a few words.

On the contrary, I am a person who cares very much about boundaries.

If you want to make friends with Jiang Ruoxue, you must draw a clear boundary in advance. After all, she once said when she met Jiang Ruoxue——

"I like to say the ugly things first."

I didn't say anything "ugly" at that time, so why did I say this point of view...?

"Zhichun... are you okay?" Jiang Ruoxue asked softly, "Sit down first... If you have anything to say, please speak slowly."

She pulled Yan Zhichun aside and found a chair to sit down on.

Yan Zhichun was obviously overwhelmed by her own memory. Her face was expressionless and she was indescribably dizzy.

"Ruoxue..." She reached out and took Jiang Ruoxue's wrist, her fingertips were cold.

"It's okay..." Jiang Ruoxue said, "Zhichun... there's no need to be afraid. Isn't everything fine now? You're still here, and you haven't lost your mind, but there are some things you haven't figured out yet..."

Yan Zhichun knew that things were not that simple. It was not as simple as "some things I didn't understand."

This situation has also happened in front of Aries, and chaotic memories began to appear unconstrainedly.

Aries once told himself that no matter what kind of memory they are, they are real.

But if a person's memories are inconsistent and time-disordered, are they still real?

"I feel like there's something wrong with my brain..." Yan Zhichun said

Said, "Ruoxue, you may not know how panicked I am. Now is the most important moment, but not only is there a problem with the leader of this plan, but there is also a problem with me... The two of us are in chaos. Together, it’s just…”

"What can go wrong with the brain?" Jiang Ruoxue smiled bitterly, "We can't even catch a cold in this place, how do you expect your brain to be sick?"

"Can……"

While the three of them were silent, a person knocked on the door softly.

Jiang Ruoxue and Zheng Yingxiong turned around and saw that the visitor was wearing a dirty white coat, looking like a doctor, and he was holding two deformed cans in his hands.

"I'm not disturbing you...?" the man said, "My name is Zhao Haibo, and I am now one of the deputy leaders of "Tiantiankou"... I will bring you some food."

No one in the room spoke, they just watched quietly as Dr. Zhao placed the two cans on the table.

"Ah... I didn't expect there were three people here." Dr. Zhao reached out and touched Zheng Yingxiong's head, but Zheng Yingxiong dodged it.

He smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, kid. I'll get a can later."

The house was still quiet.

"Well, well, if you need any help, just ask." Dr. Zhao smiled sheepishly, "I have saved my memory twice. I remember a lot of things. If you don't understand, you can ask. I, everyone here is here to help each other.”

Jiang Ruoxue and Yan Zhichun stared at Dr. Zhao without saying a word. Not to mention saving the memory twice, even if the memory was saved for two years, they had to humbly ask for advice in this room, how could the person in front of them do this?

So confident?

Dr. Zhao also felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he continued to find something to say: "I just heard you say "there is something wrong with the brain"... If you have anything, you can tell me... I still know a little bit about the brain. A little..."

Jiang Ruoxue stared at Dr. Zhao for a long time, then chuckled and said, "If you want to strike up a conversation, now is not the time, and the method is indeed low-end."

"No, no, no... Oops..." Dr. Zhao waved his hand quickly after hearing this, "This is a bit different from striking up a conversation... Since I have become the deputy leader of this organization, I must have a good relationship with the people in the organization. …”

"No need." Yan Zhichun said with a cold face, "Take the food as well. We are not members of "Tiantiankou", and I can't trust you either."

"Ah..." Dr. Zhao apologized with an embarrassed look, and then said, "I really don't have any ill intentions... You can tell me anything about brain problems. I used to be a brain doctor."

"Brain doctor...?"

These four words finally aroused Yan Zhichun's interest, and she turned to look at Jiang Ruoxue.

"The brain doctor isn't right either..." Jiang Ruoxue said doubtfully, "Zhichun's problem seems more like a neurological or psychological factor..."

"That doesn't stop you from talking to me."

Dr. Zhao unceremoniously pulled up a chair and sat down. He was very gentlemanly two or three meters away from the two girls, maintaining a safe enough distance: "As I said, we are all members of the organization. I can I’ll help you as much as I can.”

Yan Zhichun thought for a while and then looked at Jiang Ruoxue. After all, Jiang Ruoxue knew more about interpersonal communication than she did.

A person who wants to help himself no matter what

Yan Zhichun seemed to be a stranger to him, and he definitely had ulterior motives.

"In that case...it doesn't matter if you ask." Jiang Ruoxue said with a smile, "Since there are more people, there is more power. Maybe this doctor really has a good idea?"

Hearing Jiang Ruoxue say this, Yan Zhichun could only nod, and then said with a little embarrassment: "Doctor Zhao, before talking about my situation, I must first declare to you that I am not a lunatic and I do not have delusions, but there are indeed some incredible things happening to me, which make me look like a lunatic."

"Hmm...?" Doctor Zhao asked himself that he had never heard such an opening statement in his many years of medical practice. "Miss, you seem to be a little mistaken. I am a brain doctor, not a psychologist... I just want to know your symptoms, and your mental state is usually not that important to me. Besides... judging whether a person is crazy cannot be based on his own cognition as a reference."

Dr. Zhao's professionalism quickly let Yan Zhichun put down her guard. She nodded and said, "You are right."

She organized her words and said the dilemma that had been bothering her.

"Doctor Zhao, the memories in my mind seem to be different from others, but I remember those things clearly." Yan Zhichun swallowed and said, "Even if this place is full of "echoes"... I can't figure out the principle of this matter." "Doesn't this sound like the "Mandela Effect"...?" Doctor Zhao blinked and said, "It's normal. When I was a child, I also remembered some favorite cartoon clips. When I grew up, I found that I was the only one who watched them. This is just a self-repair method of the brain." "Mandela Effect... No." Yan Zhichun shook his head, "I have seen the situation you said, but they are at most some memory fragments, which can't be compared with the things that bother me."