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The gurgling sound of the waves seemed to be ringing on the eardrums, and he could smell the fishy smell of the sea.A cool sea breeze blows over, making it a bit cold.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a round lamp on the simple white ceiling.He stared at the lamp, feeling that his brain was blank, as if he had slept for a whole year, the brain cells refused to connect with each other, he couldn't think, he just felt tired.

When he closed his eyes again, he heard the sound of someone opening the door and coming in. The person came to his bedside with light footsteps, and put something on the bedside cabinet.

Han Qingchen opened his eyes and looked over, and saw a very beautiful girl's face.With beautiful eyebrows and clear water eyes, she looked at herself with a gentle smile.A strange, knife-like pain rolled through his heart for no reason.

The girl said: "You finally woke up, you slept for a long time."

Han Qingchen forced herself to think, who am I, where am I, and who is this person?Why is it so painful?

The girl shook the head of the bed, took a spoon and put something on his lips

"Drink something, you haven't eaten for a long time."

He was a little wary in the early morning. He wanted to ask where it was, but he couldn't make a sound after trying for a long time.

The girl looked at him with pity:

"Don't be afraid, it's almost over. Starting today, the doctor and I will help you retrieve your memory."

Han Ziye heard the news of his disappearance in the early morning when he first entered Ararat Mountain.The visitor was very well-prepared, and drove Song Heng to lead the team to go on a mission elsewhere. It was quiet on weekdays. Everyone felt that the disaster had been eliminated. They relaxed their vigilance. Only the housekeeper, Mrs. Jin Meifu and a few workers were in the mansion. There were traces inside and out. Being wiped clean, people seem to have disappeared out of thin air.

Han Ziye lost his usual calmness, stumbled out of the car, passed the people waiting in the living room, stumbled up the stairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and could still smell the familiar scent of lemon in the morning. It was peaceful, there was no small hill bulging on the bed as usual, and no one was sleeping peacefully in it.

Han Ziye gripped the doorknob fiercely. This time, he felt very bad in his heart. There seemed to be a big hole in his heart, and he felt that the wind was pouring in, and he couldn't reach the end.

He sat tiredly on the sofa, buried his face in his hands, and forced himself to calm down. He felt that the living room was full of people, and ordered in a hoarse voice:

"Sit all."

The lights in the Beigong were on all night. If there is no clue, you have to sort out the clue, and if you don’t have a clue, you have to find the clue.In the past, early in the morning, he had the ability to protect himself, but now he is just a child, and his health is not good... Han Ziye's heart hurts when he thinks about it, he doesn't know how scared he is now, is he crying, is he sick? ...

A week later, the search was fruitless like a headless chicken. In the early morning, it was like a drop of water mixed into the sea, without a trace.Han Ziye mobilized all the people related to himself and his grandfather and grandfather, and personally found Hong Tu, Hong Lei and his uncle and nephew, and even the palace was alarmed later.

A blanket search turned up nothing.There is nothing, all his identity certificates are in Beigong, and he didn't even have a penny with him when he disappeared, and his entry and exit records could not be found at all.

A month later, Han Ziye fainted in the bedroom, had a high fever, talked nonsense, and called Qingchen's name, good times and bad times, and he could only get out of bed and walk for a month.

Just in time, the housekeeper suffered a series of blows and suffered a sudden myocardial infarction, almost unable to be rescued. Jin Mei was almost crying out for more than two months.

Missing in the early morning for three months, everyone is almost desperate.Only Han Ziye gritted his teeth with red eyes and said: "If you live, you want to see people, if you die, you want to see corpses."

One day, an old visitor came to Beigong.

Jin Mei looked at each other as if she had seen a ghost.

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled,

"What's wrong? You don't know me?"

She is still so pure and lovely, with long draped hair and smoky eyebrows and eyes.

"Go and call your master, I have something to ask him."

Han Ziye was very thin, his face was haggard, and his body smelled heavily of tobacco.

He was too tired to summon the strength to be polite,

"Miss Zhou. What do you want?"

Zhou Xiaoyu looked at him and smiled,

"How did you become like this? What happened?"

Han Ziye took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a deep breath.

"It's okay, what do you want to do?"

Zhou Xiaoyu fanned the drifting smoke with his hand, and coughed lightly twice.

"You seem to be in pain, is Assistant Han okay?"

Han Ziye frowned,

"He's fine, thank you for your concern."

Zhou Xiaoyu smiled a little,

"Where is he? Why isn't he with you?"

Han Ziye looked up at her,

"What do you mean?"

Zhou Xiaoyu brushed her long hair on her shoulders.

"Nothing, but I seem to have seen him in Los Angeles recently."

Before the words finished, Han Ziye was already violent, grabbed her wrist and lifted it up:

"What did you say?"

Zhou Xiaoyu broke free from his restraint, rubbed his wrist, "You hurt me..."

She gently hugged Han Ziye and leaned into his arms,

"I miss you so much."

Han Ziye pushed him away, held her shoulders and looked down into her eyes,

"Did you see the early morning? Where in Los Angeles? How did you see it? How is he?"

Zhou Xiaoyu looked into his eyes, her beautiful face was reflected in those beautiful phoenix eyes, but why didn't she realize that there was another person behind those ruthless eyes.

Zhou Xiaoyu stared at him closely and asked softly,

"Have you ever loved me?"

Han Ziye was going crazy, his hands were so strong that he almost crushed Zhou Xiaoyu's shoulder.

"Tell me! Where did you see him? Tell me!"

A layer of tears came to Zhou Xiaoyu's eyes, she smiled,

"You never loved me. Then why did you provoke me?"

She pushed Han Ziye away,

"You ruined my life."

"You, you and him, you will suffer retribution, you deserve it."

"I didn't see him, I lied to you."

She laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

"It makes me so happy to see you in so much pain."

Han Ziye sat down on the ground dejectedly, his unextinguished half cigarette burned a hole in the carpet, Jin Mei ran in and hurriedly put out the cigarette with a rag in her hand.She held a data storage in her hand and said,

"Master, Miss Zhou gave it to me. She told you to take a look. It contains photos of the two of you..."

"Throw it away."

Han Ziye said in a hoarse voice, stood up and left.

midnight.The North Palace was pitch black.Not long after the beep of the communicator sounded, it was like boiling a pot. All the lights were on, and figures were walking around. An hour later, several cars stopped in succession.

Han Ziye was sitting on the sofa, holding a cigarette with his skinny fingers.

Several people surrounded him, Shao Jiejie couldn't hold back,

"Boss! So is Qingchen still alive?"

Han Ziye sighed,

"Alive."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing his expression, Lian Zhi felt that things were not that simple, so he asked him hesitantly,

"Why didn't he come back, why did he go to Hong's house?"

"I don't know, Han... Han Yi didn't say that much, he just said that the situation is not optimistic. I called you here to arrange for you to guard your home. I will go there tomorrow."

He paused,

"Maybe I can come back soon, maybe I won't be back in a short time."

Early the next morning, he flew to Los Angeles alone, and finally got a good night's sleep on the plane.Anyway, being alive early in the morning was already the best news he could think of.

Han Yi picked him up at the airport and took him home.

Han Ziye was shocked by the reclusive life of Han Yi and Hong Tu. Their home is 200 kilometers away from the urban area, and the nearest town takes 40 minutes by car. , Han Yi reclaimed a small field and planted a flower garden by himself. The decoration of the house was very simple, and the two of them did everything by themselves without employing anyone.

Han Yi took him upstairs to change clothes, and before opening the door, he said: "One year before I went to your place, I lived in this room in the morning, and it will be the same when I come back this time."

Although Han Yi had confessed that he was not here in the early morning on the way back, his heart was still pounding when he opened the door.

As soon as Han Ziye opened the door, he could smell the familiar smell. The clothes he wore in the morning and the place where he lived for a long time would have this kind of lemon fragrance.

Han Ziye caressed the furniture little by little, and on the desk were the textbooks and notes from the early morning study at the Butler School.He flipped through the notes, and found that the notes were full of pictures and texts, very delicate, and the English and French on them were beautifully written.

Han Yi went downstairs, took out the cake baked yesterday, and boiled water to make tea.

Han Ziye took a shower, changed his clothes, and sat on the sofa, exhausted and thin. He habitually wanted to smoke, so he took out one and asked Han Yi, "Is it okay?"

Han Yi hesitated for a moment, "I'm fine, but my lungs are not good in the morning, and he will come back after a while, if you..."

Hearing this in the early morning, he immediately put away the cigarette.

He finally dared to ask: "Tell me, you have been avoiding talking about the situation in the early morning on the phone, and I know the situation will not be so optimistic."

He sighed and rubbed his face, "As long as he is still alive, I can bear anything else."

Seeing his haggard son, Han Yi couldn't bear it.

"I came back by myself in the morning."

Han Ziye was surprised: "Myself? Didn't Hong Tu find it?"

Han Yi shook his head: "He came back and asked me, at the beginning he said he would give him a home, but now it still counts."

"When he came back, I found that he was not in the right state of mind, lethargic, and asked him where he had been and what had happened during this period. I found that he was talking incongruously, and his memory was not right, so we sent him to the hospital."

Han Ziye couldn't help but took out the cigarette again, but it was only in his mouth and he didn't light it.

"Hongtu found the world's best team of psychologists at Stanford, and they took some early morning cerebrospinal fluid." Han Yi stared at Han Ziye's depressed face, "and found that he had been injected into the hippocampus Drugs in development, which have not yet passed safety testing, can block neuronal connections, in other words, the memory of waking up from his shooting has been wiped out."

Han Ziye didn't speak, didn't move, just sat there dead.

Han Yi continued: "Someone reconstructed his memory, most of which were negative and not very good. Fortunately, it may be the effect of the drug, and the reconstructed part of the memory is not strong. Unfortunately, he I began to be unable to distinguish between memory and reality, hallucinations, and my spirit was very fragile,"

He was silent for a while, Han Ziye said in a hoarse voice: "The worst is coming, right? Continue."

Han Yi sighed: "Currently, there is no way to relieve the effect of this drug. We can only hope that the effect of the drug will gradually disappear with metabolism. But now, in order to prevent him from further deteriorating and becoming schizophrenic , the experts performed deep hypnosis on him, and all his memories were erased."

Han Ziye buried his face in his hands, his shoulders were shaking, he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

Han Yi thought for a while, and still said the worst: "The person who kidnapped him... gave him an electric shock condition..."

Han Ziye suddenly raised his head, "What...reflex?"

Han Yi nodded: "You are the condition. When he mentions you, his emotional reaction is very intense. It is very painful. The doctor said that these people have undergone extremely complicated reinforcements, and there should be no possibility of fading within a few years. So the conclusion is."

He felt that Han Ziye was about to fall down, so he couldn't help but sit beside him, but clumsily didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to pat him lightly on the shoulder:

"You can't be in his life anymore.