After school, Shen Kong walked out of the school gate with his backpack slung across his body.
Before he took a few steps, he was stopped by an old but loud voice.
He turned to look in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a tough old man with gray temples standing on the roadside, with a serious but kind face.
"You are classmate Cheng Chen, right?"
Shen Kong stood still and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yes."
The old man bowed to Shen Kong, with a smile on his face: "Hello, I am Uncle Xu, the young master's housekeeper. He asked me to pick you up after school today."
He turned sideways, revealing the streamlined black body behind him, and gracefully opened the car door for Shen Kong, saying:
"please."
Shen Kong frowned, a little surprised, and asked in his mind to the system that had been silent for a long time: "Is this the housekeeper who died at a key point in the plot?"
The system replied: "Yes, after Xu Bo's death, Han Li's character changed greatly. The malice and hatred originally suppressed in his heart were aroused, and began to develop towards the ruthless and extreme development after the beginning of the main plot. It’s a necessary transformation to become the paranoid and violent villain in the later stages of the plot.”
Shen Kong lifted his schoolbag upwards: "I didn't expect that the housekeeper would come to pick me up."
He bent down and sat in the car, tightening his seat belt.
Uncle Xu walked to the other side and got in the car and started the car.
The engine hummed, and the vehicle started slowly and drove into the distance.
In a nursing home.
Han Li pushed open the door of the ward, but his steps stopped involuntarily.
The white ward is clean and tidy, the clear air is dyed red by the setting sun outside the window, and there is a faint smell of disinfectant floating in the room.
He felt a rare timidity.
Han Li's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and it was almost difficult to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind. His chest was heaving, and he felt that his heart was beating faster.
—The presence of this person in the room has almost become a thorn that is difficult to remove.
The thorn grew longer and deeper over time, until it became almost a part of his flesh.
In addition to the emotion of gratitude, the deeper feeling is doubt.
He was originally a member of the kidnappers, so why would he give and help him without reservation? Not even asking for any reward
Han Li subconsciously gently rubbed the palm prints of his left hand with his fingers -
There seemed to be still cold, sticky blood remaining between the deep lines, which was deeply imprinted on his palm, like a ferocious scar.
The memories that had been deeply buried in the depths of his mind were brought out, fresh and clear, as if they happened yesterday. Han Li almost had the illusion that once he closed his eyes, he would instantly return to that dark moonless night, and again. Be that desperate and helpless child for once.
The cold muzzle, the pungent smell of gun smoke, and the rough hemp rope.
All the sensory memories came like a flood and were deeply imprinted in Han Li's mind, making him unable to forget it for a moment.
Almost all of his motivation for fighting in the past few years came from this - the fear of powerlessness, the disgust of weakness, and the desire for revenge.
That night shaped him.
Han Li took a deep breath, stepped steadily into the ward, and naturally turned his eyes towards the bed.
The man who saved his life eight years ago was sitting on the bed.
His head and legs were bandaged with gauze, one arm was splinted, and the other hand was handcuffed to the edge of the bed. Although the traces of time and wind and frost were carved on his face, it could still be seen that eight years ago Outline.
But... those eyes are completely different from the memory.
These eyes were frustrated and sleepy, and the whites of the turbid eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes. Just a simple gaze gave people the illusion of being dusty, like some kind of beaten animal, with an excessive look and look. Alertness and alarm.
It was as if these eight years of absconding had worn away his vigor, and cast an indescribable layer of abjection and the twilight air of a middle-aged and elderly man over his entire being.
The man looked at him with strange eyes, as if he didn't remember Han Li at all.
It wasn't until he pulled out the chair and sat across from him that a look of realization finally appeared on his face:
"Oh, you are the young master I saved."
Han Li didn't answer, just frowned slightly and stared at him deeply, trying to find some traces of his memory on him.
But he failed.
The man named Zhou He straightened up, and there was a glimmer of hope in his originally depressed eyes. There was a smile on his face - it was Han Li's familiar smile, with intention and deep meaning. A friendly and flattering smile.
"I knew you would never forget me. There are not many people who repay kindness now..."
Han Li lowered his eyes and covered his deep thoughts. He paused and said, "I am indeed very grateful to you for helping me. Thanks to you for taking me to the hospital for treatment in time, my left leg was saved. If you need anything, just tell me.”
Zhou He's eyes lit up, and he moved his hands that were handcuffed to the edge of the bed, making a clanging sound of metal:
"Look, even though I participated in your kidnapping, I ended up changing my ways in the end. So... I don't know if there is any way you can let me go..."
Han Li raised his eyes to look at him. His cold and deep face was expressionless, and his dark eyes seemed to have been tempered with ice:
"You are not him."
Zhou He was stunned and looked at Han Li with his mouth open. The young master in front of him, who was polite and harmless just now, was pressing forward step by step like a living Shura. He was caught off guard for a moment, and he barely managed to squeeze out a trace of his face. Smile: "You, what did you say..."
Han Li stood up, his cold face full of anger: "Who sent you here?"
Before Zhou He could answer, he slowly took a step forward, his air pressure low and terrifying: "What is your purpose? Who gave you the forged identity information? How did you make this face?"
Questions one after another hit Zhou He so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
Zhou He almost understood that there was something wrong with what the other party just said, so he gave up struggling. He leaned back as if surrendering and said:
"Whether you believe it or not, I have no purpose, no one sent me, and I didn't forge my identity. I am indeed one of the kidnappers who kidnapped you. The leader was someone I met abroad before. I had been in the Armenian gang, and suddenly came to me and told me that there was a good deal. As long as I kidnap a child and take him to a designated place to kill him, I can get a large sum of money. At that time, I happened to be a little short of money, and besides, I was only responsible for looking out. , I agreed.”
Han Li stood at the foot of the bed, looking at Zhou He sitting on the bed with some confusion.
The details are all right.
Even... he could clearly feel that the other party was telling the truth.
Then, Zhou He continued: "Then we went to the designated place that the customer told us that day and successfully tied up the person. I was a little sleepy on the way and fell asleep... Then I don't remember anything. ”
Han Li was stunned: "...what?"
Zhou He slowly blinked his eyes covered with red bloodshot eyes, and his eyes became dull again. He shrugged as if he had given up struggling: "Anyway, when I remembered it again, I found myself lying on the grass. My whole body was sore and my legs were injured. After I came down from the mountain and watched the news, I realized what had probably happened in those days when I lost my memory.”
Han Li's mind was a little confused. He pursed his lips and tried to clear his thoughts:
"Do you realize that you have no memory of those days?"
Zhou He weakly replied: "Yeah, I went to see a doctor later and they said I didn't hit my head or anything, and there were no major problems found. They didn't know why my memory of those days disappeared for no reason. Later, I saw that the police had put up a wanted warrant for me, which is okay, but the company also blacklisted me because I attacked my colleagues, and even withdrew their protection... I have been hiding everywhere in the past few years. In Tibet, you can't get much work even if you hide from the police and your enemies. To be honest, I was relieved when I was caught... "
He raised his hand, and the shackles made a crisp clanking sound as he moved.
"That's all I know. As for who kidnapped you and why, I don't even know. I'm just an errand boy. We never ask what the customers' needs are."
Han Li felt as if his brain was in a mess. He couldn't even remember how he left the room that was filled with the smell of disinfectant.
He was sitting alone in the deserted corridor. His injured knee seemed to be immersed in the biting and cold snow water, and there were bursts of heart-piercing pain. However, Han Li seemed to be unaware of it and watched intently. Holding his slightly closed palms.
He slowly spread his curled fingers, and a cigarette lay alone in his palm.
This is the cigarette placed in the driver's seat.
Although it has not been lit yet, the traces of time have been left on the paper roll, which is yellowed and wrinkled and can no longer be smoked.
Han Li stared at the cigarette, his dark eyes like a bottomless abyss, filled with countless mixed and chaotic emotions, and his whole person was like a statue frozen in place.
The identity of the person in the ward was not false.
Although he said that he had no memory of what happened during that period, it should be the same person - after all, the human brain is complex, and there are many reasons for memory loss. Even if there is no trauma, it is not impossible. There is no memory. It doesn't mean that he is not the one who saves him.
But... I don't know why, Han Li is not so sure now.
Compared with the person in his memory, Zhou He in the ward not only has no similarity in his demeanor, but also in the way he speaks, and even the inadvertent small movements are completely different. It stands to reason that even if he loses his memory , it is impossible for these small details that go deep into the bone marrow to undergo such a big change.
How can it be
Could it be that someone suddenly changed
…
Han Li was shocked by the thoughts in his mind.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, held the cigarette lying in his palm between his fingers, and fixed the slender cigarette in the way that person was accustomed to.
The next second, he suddenly stood up from his seat.
The old and shriveled cigarette was shaken off by his sudden movement, and rolled a few inches out on the smooth ground.
Han Li stared at it as if he had seen a ghost, his brows and eyes full of horror, as if he was staring at something terrible.
He took out his cell phone with trembling hands and made a call, his voice hoarse and unsteady:
"Drive here, hurry up."
The driver's slightly distorted voice came from the microphone: "Master, are you going back to the club?"
Han Li composed himself, closed his eyes forcefully, and replied, "No, go home."
Shen Kong sat in the passenger seat with his eyes closed, as if he was resting his mind.
While driving, Uncle Xu glanced at him secretly, but suddenly he met Shen Kong's open eyes.
The two people's eyes met, and Uncle Xu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He smiled and explained: "I'm sorry, I'm the one who offended you. The young master rarely invites friends home. The old man can't suppress his curiosity. In fact, This time, I took the initiative to ask Ying to borrow it from you instead of the driver.”
The deep wrinkles at the corners of Xu Bo's eyes were filled with faint worries: "The young master has been independent beyond his peers since he was a child. As a short-sighted and worried old man, I am always worried about his social status, but..."
Shen Kong took over the conversation: "But what?"
Xu Bo paused, glanced at Shen Kong, and the smile on his face deepened: "However, after seeing you, I feel more relieved."
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows, stood up slightly, and asked:
"How to say?"
Uncle Xu's eyes seemed to have the power to see through people's hearts. He smiled kindly and said solemnly: "Because you are a very kind child at first glance."
Shen Kong was speechless and didn't know what to say for a moment.
The old butler's eyesight really wasn't very good.
… But he can’t always say “I’m actually not a good person”, right
At this moment, a deafening alarm suddenly sounded in my ears. Some kind of mechanical sound that was different from the system rang. It hit Shen Kong's eardrums noisily and turbulently: "Alarm, alarm, studio exposure risk detected." !”
Shen Kong frowned, his head hurting from the noise in his head.
Although the normal sound of the system is also mechanical, you can still feel some emotional fluctuations coming from intelligent creatures, but the sound in my ears now is completely different - it is a purely cold, boring sound with a sense of metal collision. , without a trace of emotion, only endless coldness.
Just like... the voice that informed him that the trajectory of the world was deviating that night.
As if to prove Shen Kong's conjecture, the voice uttered the same words the next second:
"The trajectory of the world has deviated and is being corrected..."
"At the same time, the corrector will be urgently teleported to the next key point in the plot. The transmission countdown is: five, four, three..."
Shen Kong's sense of crisis, which he had honed in the hail of bullets, struck him instantly, and his keen sense of danger forced him to look out the car window—
It was as if all the sounds were withdrawn from my ears, and all the pictures in front of me slowly passed by frame by frame, as if every scene was frozen in the film.
-The huge front of the car was packed with unstoppable force and crashed straight into the side of the car.
"two… "
Shen Kong's pupils suddenly shrank. At the critical moment, only the memory retained by his muscles acted instantly in milliseconds.
He threw himself at the steering wheel and pushed in the opposite direction with all his strength.
The huge impact sound seemed to be delayed for a moment, and then it finally reached his eardrums. The harsh sound of brakes, screams, and even the creaking sound of steel being crushed and deformed during the squeeze and collision were like an overwhelming sound. Attacking, it merged into a buzzing buzz and white noise in the background, and the faint but exciting smell of gasoline mixed with the smell of dust and blood rushed into the nasal cavity.
"one."
As soon as the mechanical voice fell, Shen Kong felt his eyes go dark and instantly lost consciousness.
The author has something to say: In the first three chapters of v, small red envelopes will be randomly sent out in each chapter.