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When Zhang Na was rescued back then, in addition to having a natural love for women because of her sister, Ming Chen also wanted to find out from Zhang Na the key to the disappearance of Zhang Na's parents. There is no doubt that Zhang Na's parents are most likely Kidnapped by the royal family in District [-], the question is why Zhang Na's parents were kidnapped.

Sitting alone at the desk, Ming Chen flipped through the copies of the materials left by Zhang Na's parents. This was not the first time Ming Chen read these materials, and there were still his annotations and notes in the books.

Every person in power who controls the world is unwilling to let go of the power in his hands and leave the world easily. There are also many legends about the people in power trying to find a way to live forever in the history books, those about witches or some kind of magic. Monster myths can be seen everywhere in the track of history.

Flying freely in the sky like a bird, and living forever young, these seem to be two eternal topics for human beings since ancient times.

In reality, there are not so many fairy tales.

"Read memory through DNA..."

Rubbing a line of words on the page with his fingers, Ming Chen read it slowly.

Is it Ming Chen who has Tyrell's memory, or Tyrell who occupies Mingchen's body?

There is no need to answer the question of who he is.

Mingchen now just wants to know if someone in the royal family controls the method of obtaining "immortality" through gene reading, who would that person be, how many people know about it, and when did it start.

This is not a discovery that makes people happy.

"In the end, you saved me."

again and again.

When he stood up, he caught a glimpse of the moon cake that was put on the desk at some time out of the corner of his eye, Ming Chen smiled slightly, it must be that little girl Yi Yun who put it quietly.

He got up and took off the Ming gray long coat from the hanger. Ming Chen took a hat and put it on his head and left the study. Outside the window hung a bright full moon, and in the sky, there were colorful fireworks blooming in the sky, instantly lighting up the entire night sky. .

There are people coming and going on the lively street, the night wind blows the corner of his clothes, and the children walking past the man happily hold beautiful lanterns made of bamboo paper, some are cute rabbit lanterns, and some are antique depictions. A square lantern decorated with flowers, birds, insects and fish, the surrounding figures gradually blurred and illusory, and two figures slowly appeared in his vision.

He recognized it, it was him when he was a child, and his mentor.

[For you] The handsome and suave young man handed a small bun lamp to the young Tyrrell.

【I'm not a child】Looked blank for a moment, the young Tyrrell casually stuffed the small rabbit lamp into the young man's hand, and strode forward alone.

【Hey, why are you so uncute!Anyway, you look a little 14 years old, Tyrell, you are not shy, are you?What is there to be shy about, brat, I made this little bun lamp with my own hands...] muttering, the young man strode towards Tyrell, who had gone far away, and the two of them were quickly submerged in the Lost in the crowd.

Mingchen wanted to follow, he passed through the illusory crowd, and saw "Mingchen" and He Hongxue by the river.

Is it a memory fragment?

Memories of two people.

He walked over slowly.

[This is... for me? 】

The cute little orange light exudes soft light, which makes young Mingchen's cheeks flush slightly, and the clear and clean eyes can't hide the flattery, like every ordinary person who falls in love, he is full of happiness soft light.

[This is the first time someone gave me this... Thank you...but I never thought that someone with your status could make lanterns] [When I was young, I often made lanterns for my two younger brothers. Wenxuan likes antique ones Paper lanterns depict flowers and birds; Wenhan likes pumpkin lanterns and some weird lanterns...] He Hongxue lightly held the hand of the young Mingchen, and the two walked side by side by the river, bowed their heads and talked and laughed. There were bursts of joyful laughter.

He walked under the tree where the two had just been, and closed his eyes with his hands on the trunk. Along with the fragments of memory, the delicate emotions that existed in the memory flooded into his mind, and Mingchen was full of happiness when he was young. And joy, Tyrell's patience with the contradictions and resistances of his mentor when he was young.

"Ming Chen."

The damn hallucination isn't over yet?

"Ming Chen --" still calling him.

The moment the man opened his eyes suddenly, he stretched out his hand and slammed it towards the person in front of him, He Hongxue with a smile on his face quickly blocked Mingchen's chokehold, and there was a trace of surprise that couldn't be hidden in his lowered voice: "It's really you. "

This is the real He Hongxue.

"The leg is healed?" Holding Ming Chen's hand tightly, He Hongxue looked down at the man's leg. It seemed that he had healed up. When he shot last time, he intentionally avoided Ming Chen's leg bone.

"What are you here for?" Glancing lightly at the hand held by He Hongxue, Mingchen unceremoniously opened He Hongxue's fingers holding his wrist. He glanced around, and the illusory crowd had already returned to reality. In the world, no suspicious person was found.

"Is this fate? We met again, Mingchen." He Hongxue also looked around, and asked with a smile, "Just you?"

"Do you think I need a bodyguard?" Ming Chen turned around and leaned against the nearby tree, took out a cigar from his arms, "Is there a fire?"

"You were in a trance just now. If it were someone else, you might have died." He Hongxue took out a box of matches from his pocket, and He Hongxue polished a match. The burning red light ignited the cigar, and Mingchen was everywhere. She raised her head and glanced at him indifferently, her eyes were lazy and indifferent.

Slowly spit out a small mouthful of white mist on He Hongxue's face, Ming Chen leaned against the tree trunk, the river surface was shimmering by the lights, as if there was an invisible wall separating the whole world from the two of them, the bustle outside Love and laughter are nothing but scenery.

Ming Chen said indifferently: "No one knows who I am except you."

"We're looking for you."

"Come here alone during the Mid-Autumn Festival, don't tell me you came out to find me alone." Ming Chen smoked a cigar, white smoke blurred his face, a couple on the other side of the river was lighting a lamp, burning The flaming lanterns flew up the river and headed for the night sky.

He Hongxue was stunned for a moment. He and He Wenxuan got some news about the whereabouts of Little Black. After all, that guy is the mayor of C City, and it is impossible not to come back to C City forever.

It happened to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, so instead of staying at home and staring blankly at He Wenxuan face to face, it would be better to go out for a walk by myself, and walked to this place. I didn't expect to see Mingchen they had been looking for.

"We also came to this place many years ago, and here you gave me a small orange lantern." Ming Chen frowned and asked, "Speaking of which, where did that little orange lantern go?"

He shook his head in bewilderment as if he was talking to himself, and the smile on He Hongxue's face froze every time he uttered a word. Mingchen raised his eyes as if suddenly enlightened, and said with a smile: "I think I got up, and I put it in a box in He's bedroom, under the bed."

"Wenxuan told me everything you told him."

"Do you think I'm Tyrell or Mingchen?" He looked at He Hongxue, his eyes were calm with the chill of the night.

"...you are you."

There is the shadow of Tyrell, and there is also the shadow of Ming Chen.

Not exactly Tyrell, nor exactly Ming Chen.

"I have Tyrell's memory and emotion, and I also have Mingchen's memory and emotion. This is a technology that can implant one person's memory DNA into another person's body. After the operation is successful, the person will be replaced by his own The memory is affected by emotions, and the original memory will also be preserved. But I still don't know if this operation will eventually retain the consciousness of one person or the consciousness of two people."

Because "Ming Chen" committed suicide in the end, it can be said that the desire to survive is very small, and he has self-conscious destruction. Ming Chen and Zhang Na are not sure whether it is because "Ming Chen" died or because "Ming Chen" died. "Self-destroyed his own consciousness, so that he now has the main consciousness belonging to Tyrell.

Mingchen narrowed his eyes slightly and asked, "Who do you think our king is now?"

A somewhat creepy question.

As long as a king of a certain generation masters this technology similar to immortality, he can gain the ability to rule the world permanently by continuously implanting memory DNA.

Now this seemingly young king may have "lived" for hundreds of years.

"Sounds scary."

Even if one main consciousness can be retained, if a person has really undergone several immortality operations, wouldn't it be that the memories and emotions of multiple people are mixed, and won't they be schizophrenic?

He Hongxue said: "If your guess is correct..."

"After the prince of each generation is designated as the heir, the king will hand over the power to the prince in the name of serious illness. After two or three years, the king died of illness, and the prince became the new king. During the two or three years when the old king was recuperating, there was almost no Outsiders can see the old king." Ming Chen walked along the river, "He killed his own children, generation after generation."

The footsteps stopped, Ming Chen turned his head and looked at He Hongxue who was following behind him: "Tomorrow I will wait for you in the garden of Little Black Manor."

"Me?" He Hongxue grasped the important point in Mingchen's words.

"Yes, only you." The man turned around and walked into the crowd next to him carrying lanterns, and Ming Chen's voice came from not far away, "I don't want to meet He Wenxuan for the time being."

The man who mixed into the crowd quickly disappeared.