Mr. Fu's Bai Yueguang is not good

Just by looking at this person's back, Ji Fanfan could feel the boundless loneliness and dull lifelessness in him.

"Who are you?" Ji Fanfan asked.

The man turned around, his indifferent eyes seemed to fall on Ji Fanfan, and seemed to look into the distance through him.

Ji Fanfan frowned and looked at this person, because he found that this person looked similar to him, but this person's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and snow for thousands of years. Whenever he stared into his eyes, it seemed that a big hole was opened in his heart. , empty, as if seeing a barren land with no grass, desolate, lifeless, and suffocating.

Suddenly, he moved!

He approached Ji Fanfan step by step. Ji Fanfan was still standing there. He wanted to ask him a lot of questions. He opened his mouth, but the man passed right through his body and walked straight behind Ji Fanfan.

He spoke, his cold voice sounded very light, "Uncle Ma."

The one called "Uncle Ma" was a burly man wearing sunglasses and also wearing a black windbreaker. He grabbed his shoulders and lifted the sunglasses up, revealing a scar on the lower eyelid, glass beads Looking at him with blue eyes, "Yue, are you really leaving? The head of the family still wants to promote you."

The man lowered his eyes, took off the sleeve arrow tied on his right hand, and handed it to Uncle Ma, "I guess you won't need this, I'll keep it as a souvenir for you."

Uncle Ma scratched his head and scratched his messy hair even more. He lit a cigarette, took a few deep puffs, and finally let out a big breath before saying: "The boss also said that he asked me to persuade you. He can't persuade you himself, how can I persuade you."

Uncle Ma threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, "All right, don't worry, the organization will destroy all your information. But—"

Uncle Ma punched him hard on the chest again, "Whenever you want to come back, 'Liming' is always welcome up and down."

The man laughed, his laughter was clear and filled with some kind of relief, he waved to Uncle Ma and strode forward.

Uncle Ma put his hands behind his head, took another cigarette and put it in his mouth, looked at his back and raised his lips with a smile, "This kid really came back to life."

He stretched his waist again, and sighed indistinctly, "The organization lost another general, tsk..."

Ji Fanfan has always looked at all this like an outsider. He is no stranger to the words passed in the conversation between the two just now, but he feels very unfamiliar, as if it is something that he used often, but he has not used it for a long time. pass.

He subconsciously wanted to keep up with the person who looked like him, but the scene around him changed rapidly.

When Ji Fanfan came back to his senses, he was already standing on a busy street.

Ji Fanfan looked around, and then walked to the opposite street. He didn't know why he went that way, but subconsciously felt that he should go that way.

He stopped in front of a painting stall across the street, because he saw the man sitting in front of the stall, and the owner of the stall was drawing a sketch according to his description.

The boss is a man with a beard. His clothes are shabby but clean. His hand holding the pencil is very steady, and every stroke is just right, and there is no need to modify it at all.

After a long time, the owner of the stall took off the drawing paper and handed it to the man, "See if it's what you want?"

The man took the drawing paper, only glanced at it before showing a warm smile, he rolled up the drawing paper cherishingly, put it in his arms, "Thank you."

When he got up to leave, the boss suddenly asked, "Do you still want the painting you asked me to paint?"

Hearing this, the corner of the man's mouth slightly pursed, he lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, and finally said softly: "...no more."

"Then are you still here?" the boss asked again.

"Maybe." After the man gave an uncertain answer, he took his painting and left.

Ji Fanfan didn't follow immediately, because he saw the boss take out a painting that he had drawn a long time ago, and clip it on the drawing board, as a template and for passers-by to appreciate.

But Ji Fanfan was stunned for a long time looking at the painting.

The person in the painting is lifelike, the person he is most familiar with is Fu Zechuan...

Ji Fanfan's hanging hand gradually tightened, as if something was about to burst out of his brain.

Enduring a severe headache, he stumbled and caught up with the person just now again.

The man went to a barbershop, and he cut his soft long hair and cut it into short hair. He looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes covered with ice and snow were gradually dyed with warmth, like spring flowers. open.

Ji Fanfan covered his head in pain, panting violently, he saw that the person was exactly like him now!

Ji Fanfan's eyes were bloodshot, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

He knelt down on the ground, even his heart was convulsing...

In the consultation room, Dr. Xu was sweating profusely, urging Ji Fanfan to wake up quickly.

Although the situation was critical, Dr. Xu was an experienced doctor anyway. With his continuous efforts, Ji Fanfan suddenly woke up from his dream.

He was panting violently, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.

Zhai Sicheng and Jiang Jing who were outside the door hurriedly opened the door and walked in when they heard the movement, "What happened?!"

Ji Fanfan rested his forehead with his hands, his pupils trembled slightly, and his whole body trembled slightly.

Seeing him in such a bad state, Zhai Sicheng hurried over to see if he was okay, but the next second he suddenly couldn't move.

I saw a fierce and stern look on Zhai Sicheng's body, and Zhai Sicheng could even feel a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow.

Jiang Jing hurriedly stood in front of Zhai Sicheng, looked defensively at the person who was still sitting on the bed, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Have you found out what's wrong with your memory?!"

Ji Fanfan gritted his teeth, and many flickering memories flashed through his mind quickly, too fast to catch.

He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and fell on the bed tiredly, losing consciousness.

After a while, other people reacted one after another.

After Dr. Xu asked his assistant to settle the sleeping Ji Fanfan, he went to another room with Zhai Sicheng and Jiang Jing.

Dr. Xu's eyebrows never stretched, they were always tightly wrinkled, and he opened his mouth to analyze, "During hypnosis, I asked the patient some simple questions, such as his name, his age, his job, and his The names of the family members, but apart from the names and ages that match the information you told me, everything else doesn’t match.”

Zhai Sicheng looked serious, "What did he say?"

Doctor Xu said: "He said that he was picked up by a family named Fu when he was a child, and he has been staying in Fu's family since then, working as a servant for Fu's family."

Zhai Sicheng immediately denied it, "Impossible."

Doctor Xu's face became much colder, "If the memory of the Fu family is wrong, then I suspect that the patient may have been overwritten with memory."

Zhai Sicheng's eyes turned cold, "What is memory overwriting?"

"Memory overwriting refers to erasing a person's original memory, and then forcibly injecting another memory. After that, the person will only think that the injected memory is true."

Zhai Sicheng clasped his hands vigorously, on the one hand he felt angry and distressed by what happened to Ji Fanfan, but at the same time he felt powerless and ashamed that although he was his good friend, he could do nothing to help him.

He took a deep breath, "Is there any sequelae of memory overwriting? Can it be cured?"

Dr. Xu clasped his hands and answered rigorously, "People who are covered by memory have no sequelae except that they can't remember the past."

Zhai Sicheng felt a little relieved when he heard the words, and heard Dr. Xu say: "When I performed deep hypnosis just now, I opened a gap in the patient's memory. Maybe his memory will slowly recover in the future. As for how long it will take to fully recover... I am not sure."

"Also, I need to remind you that he can no longer perform any level of deep hypnosis! It's too dangerous!"

Jiang Jing sat up straight, restrained the casual expression on his face, and pointed out sharply: "Is his subconscious resisting deep hypnosis?"

Doctor Xu said: "Yes, subconsciously, he doesn't want others to pry into his memory. Of course, this is only one aspect. On the other hand, some of his specific memories seem to be sealed by someone in some way, like It's a protective mechanism that gets triggered when he wants to reveal that particular part of his memory to someone else, which puts him in a coma."

Zhai Sicheng and Jiang Jing glanced at each other, both of them looked serious.

The expression on Doctor Xu's face relaxed a little, "But you don't have to worry about this, it's just a very small part, maybe it's like an address or something, it won't have much impact."

Zhai Sicheng: "After that, how can we help him recover his memory?"

Dr. Xu thought about it and said, "During the hypnosis, I learned a few words from his mouth. Maybe you can start with this part of his memory. He mentioned separately that a man with long hair and wearing black clothes is leaving. Yes, there is another sketch."

Zhai Sicheng: "What does this mean?"

Dr. Xu shook his head again, "I don't know, no matter how much he didn't tell me, and because I realized that his condition was not right at that time, I quickly stopped the hypnosis."

Zhai Sicheng bowed his head and thought for a while before saying, "Okay, thank you, Dr. Xu!"

After finishing talking with Dr. Xu, Zhai Sicheng was about to go to see Ji Fanfan, but Jiang Jing held his hand.

Jiang Jing looked seriously, "Brother, how much do you know about Ji Fanfan?"

After confirming that he wasn't jealous, Zhai Sicheng replied cautiously, "I only know that he is Ji Youwei's son living abroad, and he was taken back to Ji's family about six years ago, but his stepmother and his younger brother treated him well." It's been bad."

Jiang Jing: "What else?"

"The other thing is that he was with Fu Zechuan for a while, and then someone came to seek revenge on him... and hurt his right hand..." Speaking of this, Zhai Sicheng's eyes darkened, "After that, he went to Russia. I just saw him again."

Jiang Jing pondered: "That is to say, no one knows what he experienced in Russia..."?