Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

Song Ci froze in place, his mind went blank.

After a long time, he blinked his eyes lightly. After opening his eyes for too long, his eyeballs were extremely dry, which made his tears flow down unconsciously.

He raised his hand to wipe away the tears that fell, but soon new tears fell, as if he couldn't finish it no matter how much he wiped.

So he lowered his hands, letting tears blur his vision.

It turned out that the most unlikely thing turned out to be true.

His memories are false, all of them are false, his past is also false, only one is true, and he is about to die.

After a while, he came back to his senses, the tears gradually stopped, and he heard his calm voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He seemed to be split into two, leaving only an empty shell in his body, while his soul had already drifted away. Only in this way could he maintain the last trace of calmness.

Zhong Jiuli quietly replied, "You have lost your memory."

"So you guys teamed up to lie to me."

"We hope you are happy."

"Yes, live happily until the day when the time of death is approaching."

Zhong Jiuli pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Song Ci's temples hurt sharply, he couldn't help but bent down and hugged his head, Zhong Jiuli quickly reached out to help him, he snapped open Zhong Jiuli's hand.

He straightened up and endured the severe pain, and asked, "So it's because of Xu that I lost my memory?"

Zhong Jiuli looked at the opened hand and nodded.

Song Ci's face was pale and the severe pain was more obvious. He flickered and passed out directly.

Zhong Jiuli was startled, and quickly pulled him into his arms.

"It's nothing, I guess I just couldn't accept it for a while, and passed out."

Hearing An Yan's words, Zhong Jiuli's heart fell to the ground. Suddenly, he remembered Song Ci's fainting in the hotel.He grabbed An Yan and told him what happened at the hotel.

"Is there something wrong with Song Ci's body?"

If Xu had any purpose, it must be aimed at Song Ci.

An Yan shook his head, he had just checked Song Ci's body, and there was nothing wrong with him, except - he glanced at Song Ci lying on the bed, with a serious expression on his face with baby fat, and said, "You save me?" Without him, his fate is like this."

Zhong Jiuli drooped his eyelashes, his eyes fell on Song Ci's fair face, and his tone was affirmative: "I don't believe in fate."

An Yan frowned, as if he wanted to say something more, Zhong Jiuli said again: "Back then, my mother asked Zhao Duzhi to borrow the soul-fixing pill."

An Yan was startled, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

Zhong Jiuli raised his head and continued, "She wants to save my father."

An Yan's heart swayed, she shook her head, she just didn't know: "I don't know."

Zhong Jiuli raised his eyelids lightly, and his lacquered pupils were fixed on An Yan, "What can I do?"

An Yan turned around, pretending to be impatient and said, "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"An Yan, I beg you, tell me."

Zhong Jiuli's almost humble voice came from behind him, and An Yan's whole body was shaken. After a while, he lowered his head and said with an irritable expression, "I'll only help you this time."

With that said, he turned and walked out.After a while, he came back in a hurry, "Who else has entered the study besides you?"

Zhong Jiuli was startled.

An Yan said anxiously: "That book is gone!"

As soon as Zhong Jiuli opened his pupils, he stood up abruptly, and then he turned his gaze to Song Ci. Apart from him, only Song Ci had entered the study.

He sat back slowly, "I'll ask him when he wakes up."

An Yan scratched her head, thought for a while, and said: "Actually, that method may not be useful. You see, Gu Qing failed."

Zhong Jiuli's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing Song Ci, but his tone was particularly firm, "Even if there is only a [-]% possibility, I will try."

An Yan sighed, knowing that he couldn't be persuaded.

He was just as stubborn as Gu Qing.

"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

An Yan asked suddenly.

Zhong Jiuli said: "Zhao Duzhi asked me for the soul-fixing pill."

An Yan was taken aback, and couldn't help raising his voice: "What?"

Zhong Jiuli glanced at him, got up and walked out, An Yan pouted, and followed him out.

In the living room, Lin Chao and Guan Lingyan were sitting on the sofa uneasy and dazed. Seeing Zhong Jiuli come out, they immediately stood up and asked in unison, "How is Song Ci?"

Zhong Jiuli waved his hand, "It's fine."

Lin Chao and Guan Lingyan breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, but then their hearts arose again.

After a while, Guan Lingyan couldn't help asking: "Song Ci, does he really want..."

The last few words were stuck in my throat, and I couldn't say them no matter what.

Zhong Jiuli said word by word: "No."

The eyes of the two couldn't help but hope was ignited again, but after a while, Guan Lingyan lowered his head again.

He is a celestial master, he knows what fate is, and he can't lie to himself that a miracle will happen.

Lin Chao looked at Zhong Jiuli with hope, "Do you really have a solution?"

Zhong Jiuli nodded, with a firm tone, "En."

Guan Lingyan raised his head involuntarily, but Zhong Jiuli only left behind him, and he and An Yan hurried to the study.

Guan Lingyan looked at An Yan with some doubts, who is this child?

As soon as the door was closed, An Yan couldn't help but said: "The Dinghun Pill has been returned to him a long time ago."

Zhong Jiuli asked, "When?"

Mentioning this matter, An Yan's expression was immediately hurt, he lowered his curly eyelashes, and his tone was tinged with sadness, "It was the day Gu Qing committed suicide, she went out with the soul-fixing pill, after that, after that... "Speaking of this, An Yan's tone collapsed, and she seemed a little frustrated, "After that, she jumped into the sea and committed suicide. She was already dead, so what's the use of the soul-fixing pill?!"

Zhong Jiuli moved his head, and he blinked slowly, feeling that something was wrong.

It is impossible for An Yan to lie, but Zhao Duzhi does not seem to be lying, or there is no need to tell such a lie. The news of the disappearance of the Dinghun Pill spread, Zhao Duzhi didn't care, but as the master of the Qingyun Temple, he couldn't help it. blame.

And he can know this, which also shows that his mother did have contacts with him back then.

Neither of them lied, that's where the soul-fixing pill went.

Gu Qing hid?

No, it's impossible.The plan to resurrect his father had failed, and it was useless for her to keep the soul-fixing pill.

Zhong Jiuli turned around abruptly and walked towards the bookcase. There was a locked cabinet underneath.

He found the key, opened the cabinet, and carefully took out a letter from it.Because of the age, the paper has turned yellow and become thin and brittle, as if it would break if squeezed hard.

This is Gu Qing's suicide note.

Zhong Jiuli opened the letter. The handwriting in the letter was scribbled and often broken, but it could still be seen that it was her handwriting.In the letter, she told about the depression and pain in her heart, and Zhong Guyuan's frustration that she couldn't save Zhong Guyuan after searching all methods.

—— "Sometimes, I even think that death is sweet, and there are people I love the most."

This is a sentence in the letter, and this letter, together with the body salvaged from the sea, and the autopsy, the police concluded that she committed suicide.

But looking at it now, this letter doesn't look like a suicide note, but a diary.And the whereabouts of Dinghun Pill is unknown, which also shows that the cause of Gu Qing's death is not so simple.

But if killing his father was for the Soul Slaying Sword, what was the purpose of killing his mother?

Zhong Jiuli's complexion gradually darkened, and he leaned back helplessly, staring at the ceiling with blank eyes, one mystery after another almost made him almost out of breath.

He said, "Do you think my mother really committed suicide?"

An Yan tilted her head to look at him, but she remained motionless.

After a while, he gradually regained his senses, "You mean, someone killed her?"

His voice was trembling with uncontrollable anger.

Zhong Jiuli neither shook his head nor nodded, he looked up at the ceiling with a feeling of emptiness in his heart.

He suddenly understood Song Ci's feeling when he knew that his time was running out. Perhaps the most infuriating thing was not the fact itself, but that so many things happened, but you didn't know anything about them.