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Many images flashed through my mind, but——but I couldn’t remember who I was!

The pale ceiling and the pungent smell of disinfectant let her know that she was in the hospital; however, she had no memory of why she was in the hospital; let alone why she was in the hospital, she didn't even know who she was; The past picture seems to be the picture of two worlds, the memory of two people; she has started to have a headache; is there anyone who can come and tell her what happened?And who is she?

After being in a daze for a while, I struggled to sit up. It was also at this time that I realized that my right hand was covered with a thick cast.

no one?

"Ah, are you awake?" The door of the ward opened and closed, and a pleasant voice asked faintly, while the man leaned against the door and undisguisedly looked at the person on the bed.

"Hmm..." She didn't know what to say other than this single syllable, "You saved me?" Perhaps this was the only topic that could be thought of; the images that flashed through her mind didn't seem to have this person in them.

"You don't remember?" The visitor narrowed his eyes slightly and asked without answering.

"I probably don't even know who I am." However, the language nerves seem to have a good reflex arc; otherwise, I don't know what to do.

……

The person who was leaning against the door suddenly walked out without saying a word.

Glancing at the closed door, the person on the hospital bed closed his eyes, hoping to extract the information he wanted from the uninterrupted picture in his mind; but he found that the more he paid attention, the more tired he became, and he only knew that it was the memory of two people. But it seems like the same soul that overlaps - two lives of one person?

This is a crazy idea.

When she had a severe headache, a group of doctors filed in, and she was manipulated by them to do a lot of examinations—there was no special situation, but the memory is special, maybe it was caused by a fall on the head, and the consequences may last for a few days , weeks, months... maybe a lifetime.

Although the person with the plaster cast on his right hand felt helpless, he no longer tried hard to think about it. The feeling of having a headache after thinking about it is not very good; let's take it slowly; maybe the current calmness is just a habit left in the subconscious.

"Excuse me, can you tell me what you know?" There is no way to get the memory by herself, and now she can only count on the only non-medical staff who appeared in the ward.

"Ah, what a gorgeous person." The person who had been leaning against the door walked to the hospital bed and looked down at the calm person, "You suddenly walked out and got hit by a car." However, the tone seemed not so Powerful; although she suddenly appeared like a ghost, the one who bumped into people was. ． ． ． ． ．

"Your car?" The other person immediately thought of the content omitted in the middle.

"Ah, my uncle will be responsible."

Does this sound a little awkward and weird?

"Name?" It doesn't matter if she is responsible or not, and she doesn't have multiple injuries; it's just that memory is a little more troublesome.

"Atobe Keigo."

. . . . . .

It was so embarrassing, she didn't know what to say, after all, she was a person who didn't even know who she was.

"Your things are in the closet next to you." Atobe also felt helpless in such silence; damn it, that unglamorous driver must be fired!However, this person who doesn't remember anything is troublesome enough.

Nodding slightly, she propped herself up vigorously, and opened the bedside table with her left hand. There was only a small leather bag inside, and there were not many things in the bag. She took them all out and put them on the bed. The first thing she did was to open the phone to check, but——

There is nothing in the phone!

With a wry smile, she shook her head slightly, she didn't know how to feel about it.

Slightly frowning, Atobe picked up the mobile phone to check, the memory was even cleaner than the new one; recalling the figure who lost his soul standing in the rain, he suddenly felt such a breath stuck in his chest.

Pursing his lips, Atobu didn't know how to speak for a moment.

On the other hand, the person who should have responded was not as embarrassed as Atobe, and continued to search for the few things; an exquisite but somewhat old lighter caught her attention-the word "condensation" was engraved on it.

Coagulate...

It seems that there will be some familiar feeling.

But I can't think of anything at all, and I can't find any other clues on this lighter; besides the mobile phone and the lighter, there are some pens, blank notepads, lip balm, keys, and some change. Anything else that can prove identity.

It was as if he had already done work to eliminate his identity before.

Maybe, something really happened; after all, it seems that the faint sadness can't go away.

Atobe frowned, although it was a bit difficult, but with the Atobe family's ability to find her family members is not a problem; but, in what form?The information on the phone should have been deleted deliberately by someone, maybe it was deleted by me, so...

Atobe felt that he shouldn't have any unglamorous emotions towards a stranger, but——

That tone is blocked in the heart and cannot be vented.

"Atobe-kun." The person on the hospital bed restrained his disappointment, then raised his head and spoke to Atobe.

"Ah huh." Slightly raised his jaw, waiting for her next words.

"In any case, your car hit me, so it seems that I will trouble you during this period."

"My uncle said, I will be responsible!"

"Thank you."

……

Because there are no clues, Atobe can only make missing person announcements in the news and newspapers; however, there are only verbal descriptions and items that cannot be identified at all, which is simply looking for a needle in a haystack.

As for why no photos are published?

Because Atobe was asked not to publish the photo by someone who doesn't remember who she is - she is not a celebrity or a criminal, and it always feels weird to publish the photo in some form to the public, and it may also attract unnecessary attention. Trouble.

Moreover, I always feel that she doesn't necessarily want to be found by anyone.

And later, the current head of the Yijiyuan consortium received a call from the kidnappers—his daughter Yijiyuan was in their hands, and if they wanted her to live, they would have to pay a ransom of [-] million US dollars.

Three days later—

Because there are no photos, those news and reports are still going on, but after all, it is not a big deal. No matter how powerful the Atobe family is, they cannot ask to occupy too much space; people who don't know.

As for the kidnapping of the eldest lady of the Yijiyuan family, a heavy incident happened; when the ransom was paid, not all the cash in the box was suddenly exposed, and the kidnapper and the kidnapped were completely lost; no result.

Even, the most pessimistic prediction is to be torn apart.

However, there are many mysteries in it.

However, all of this has nothing to do with the one who doesn't remember who he is.

Now, she just thinks, is there anyone in this world who is more miserable than her?Car accident, amnesia, "unclaimed", now, how come there is a murder case?

She just felt that the ward was too stuffy, and she just had a broken hand and her leg was still intact, so she went downstairs for a walk, but——why would someone suddenly fall from the rooftop?Just fall, whether it is suicide or murder is not uncommon in this society; but why did you fall beside her?

People who fell from tall buildings hit their heads on the ground, their brains burst out, red and white intertwined...

vomit……

It wasn't that I was curious and wanted to stare at it, but it happened suddenly that I had to see it at such a close distance; the moment of surprise was fine, but when I came back to my senses, I couldn't bear the feeling of nausea.

Holding on to the tree, she almost spit out her bile, and the liquid splashed on her clothes made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Ah, what's going on?" Atobe will come to the hospital once these days, after all, he is now in the "responsible" stage; when he was about to go upstairs, he saw the pale person on the side, whose clothes were still dyed red spots.

"...It's okay." She waved her hand, supporting her body with the tree trunk; it is inevitable that she will not be able to bear such a thing for the first time; "Someone fell from the roof and fell right next to me." She shook helplessly shook his head.

Atobe looked up, and although the police hadn't arrived yet, the onlookers unconsciously stayed away because the scene was too disgusting, which saved the security trouble; however, there seemed to be exceptions.

However, it has nothing to do with him.

"Ah, are you really okay?" Atobe couldn't help frowning, he didn't want to look at him from such a distance, let alone a person who had almost gone through the whole process; "Go back and change clothes first." Those marks on the clothes, looking at them It's an eyesore.

"Hmm." Without even the strength to pull the corner of his mouth, Yijiyuan took a deep breath to relax himself a little, let go of the hand that was pressed against the tree, his legs were a little weak, and he wondered if he would stagger when walking.

"Ah, don't show such an unglamorous expression." Atobe took a step forward and just supported her shoulders, so that she would not look too embarrassed; it's just that this action made the two look too close.

"Thank you." She thanked softly, her eyelids drooping, not knowing what to think.

When she changed clothes and took a shower, there were already a group of people waiting for her to take notes; before, all those people were blocked by Atobe, as if they dared not complain because of Atobe's momentum.

But now she is thinking about other things. Fortunately, she is left-handed, so her daily life has not been greatly affected by the fracture of her right hand; otherwise, things like bathing and changing clothes will be troublesome, and she seems to be very resistant to strangers people's approach.

"Name?" The beginning of a routine question seems to be this sentence, but now it is embarrassing.

"…do not know…"

……

It never feels good to be stared at like a monster; but—be patient.

"Ah, can't she lose her memory?" Atobe stared at those people unkindly, hum!Rare and strange, all of them have expressions that are not gorgeous?

"Uh... Then, may I ask this lady, can you repeat what you saw before?" Being stared at by Atobe a little unnaturally, the police officer couldn't help being extremely polite in his attitude.

Nodding slightly, recalling the not-so-good scene she saw before, just remembering, she felt her stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

After the memory is over, I finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

After the police officer left, she went back to the hospital bed and sat down, while Atobe was still standing at the door, both of them were silent, neither of them knew what to say.

After a while, "Maybe Ning is my name, can I be called that? If I don't have a name, it will be very strange to talk like this." Her intuition told her that the words engraved on the lighter must be related to her.

"Ah um." It is precisely because I don't know how to address her that Atobe feels that no matter what she says, it is embarrassing; hum, it is so easy to forget yourself, it is not too gorgeous A little bit.

Ning smiled lightly, but people could always feel a touch of sadness surrounding her. She was obviously someone who couldn't remember anything. What made her sadness go deep into her bones?

But where does that weirdness come from?