The Woman who Became the “Male” God

Chapter 112: Memories of four years old

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When An Xian drove back to Siyou Mountain, he saw a car parked outside the small building in the distance, two hazy lights flashing in the night, outlining a vigorous figure.

Seeing An Xian getting out of the car, the figure moved a bit, stood there, and looked at her quietly.

"Waiting for a long time?" An Xian asked casually.

"No." He Rin followed her into the yard with a coolness.

The Lion Guard who was guarding the door took small steps and ran over to rub against An Xian's leg, then gave He Rin a warning look.

He Rin ignored it, his eyes always following a person.

An Xian didn't mean to reminisce, and said as he went upstairs: "Go take a shower first, then come to my room, and I'll check it for you."

Seeing that he was swept into his room like a gust of wind, He Rin didn't take a good look at him from beginning to end, and couldn't help but feel depressed.

This time I came in a hurry and didn't bring a change of clothes, but there were still nightgowns and a few sets of home clothes left in the guest room. After He Rin rinsed, put on a bathrobe, and knocked on the quiet door with wet hair on his back. .

"Please come in."

He Rin pushed open the door and entered, looking at the familiar furnishings in front of her, smelling the natural fragrance, her impetuous emotions subconsciously calmed down.

An Xian patted the couch at the end of the bed and motioned He Rin to lie down.

He Rin did not hesitate, relaxed and lay on the couch.

"How are you doing recently?" He Rin asked. In fact, he has been paying attention to Anxian's developments. In addition to releasing new drugs, he has also acquired a mental hospital, living a fulfilling and satisfying life.

"Not bad." An Xian held his wrist, let go of his consciousness, and began to examine it carefully.

She is in good physical condition, her musculoskeletal strength is strong, and her mental damage has basically recovered, faster than she expected. Judging from the preliminary inspection, He Rin was as healthy as the lion guard at the door. Except for some minor flaws, everything else was perfect.

He has completed the second level of Qi training, and there is no sign of practicing other exercises. His spiritual power is very pure.

The only thing that hasn't been checked yet is... An Xian's eyes fell on He Rin's head.

"What's wrong?" He Rin felt a chill on his forehead for some reason.

"I want to check your mental state thoroughly, but I need your trust and cooperation." An Xian looked at him calmly.

This is An Xian's temptation for him. If he is really taken away and deliberately disguised, then he will definitely resist his own intrusion into the brain.

The brain domain is the most important part of a person. Only when the other party absolutely trusts it, the other party can explore deeply.

If He Rin really didn't know anything about it or had incomplete memory, then An Xian could enter his subconscious and find his forgotten memories.

"As long as you think it's necessary, let's start." He Rin closed his eyes slowly without any hesitation.

Seeing that he agreed so quickly, An Xian reminded: "I will check your brain later. The process is dangerous and may involve your privacy. Are you sure you can?"

"Well, it's fine." He Rin's tone was calm and calm, and his body and spirit were completely relaxed.

An Xian's eyes flickered slightly, and he put his palm on his forehead. The warm touch made He Rin's breathing stagnate for a while, and then it returned to calm.

An Xian opened his spiritual sense and slowly probed into He Rin's brain.

The feeling of being invaded by an external force was not a good feeling. He Rin tried his best to compress his mental power, open his door, and let Anxian enter smoothly.

He Rin's brain is as vast as the ocean, broad and deep. An Xian pushed open the first door of memory, and the first thing she saw was her own figure. She stopped in the flower field and looked back and smiled... The image dissipated immediately, followed by the picture of her flying around the world and leaping over the mountains and rivers - planting flowers and grass, Tasting tea and identifying medicines, raising pets, treating illnesses and wounds... Frame by frame, scene by scene, they all left a deep imprint on He Rin's mind.

He unguardedly allowed himself to pry into his heart.

Originally, Anxian was still a little touched, but when the screen changed, she saw the scene of He Rin kissing her forcibly. Every once in a while, it would pop out and scald her eyes.

If he hadn't been very relaxed, he would have been cerebral palsy because of her excitement.

Anxian quickly filtered all the memories involving her and moved forward step by step. Five years, ten years, twenty years... He Rin's life, like a fast-moving camera, flashed before An Xian's eyes one by one.

Strictly speaking, He Rin can be regarded as a good-hearted and conscientious young man. The appearance is cold, but the heart is very soft, even if there are some atypical Erha attributes, but under strict self-restraint, it is rarely shown.

Judging from the information so far, He Rin really doesn't know anything about the institute.

Until he was four years old, there was a sudden blank in his memory, and An Xian could only see chaos.

She concentrated and began to explore memories buried deep in her subconscious that even He Rin might not know about.

Pa-ta, pa-ta... In the dark and dead world, there was a sudden sound of water-stained footsteps, slow and staggering, as if walking was very laborious.

In the haze, An Xian vaguely felt a chill and an indescribable fear in his heart.

Passing through the layers of smog, a shimmer of light gradually appeared in front of him, and An Xian saw the white marble floor and a pair of... blood-stained feet. Around the little feet, there were glass fragments everywhere, and the mottled blood stains flashed bright red in the fragments.

His eyes moved up slowly along the trajectory of the blood sputtering, and what appeared in front of An Xian was a spacious and bright room, everything was white, in sharp contrast to the blood-stained corpses on the ground.

In the huge room, there are at least fifty or sixty corpses lying all over the body, all red and blood dripping, and the state of death is terrifying, like hell...

"Ah—" He Rin let out a painful roar, his mental power suddenly rioted, and his huge energy rushed Anxian to the wall. The lamps in the room burst one by one, Wu Liuteng quickly retreated out of the window, and the phoenix essence burst into flames. The minions and lion guards outside the house also noticed the abnormality and looked at the room where An Xian was at the same time.

He Rin rolled off the reclining chair, holding his head in his hands, curled up his body, and his roar was intermittent, like whimpering and screaming.

An Xian quickly swept to He Rin's side, grabbed his wrist, fed him an elixir, and then used his spiritual power to calm down his frantic mental power little by little and soothe his tyrannical mood.

Feeling the familiar atmosphere, He Rin's mind recovered for a moment, and the mental frenzy that was raging in the room gradually eased.

He Rin's whole body was soaked in sweat, a few strands of hair were drooping in front of his forehead, his brows were wrinkled, his breathing was short, and his eyes were full of fear, completely losing his usual calmness.

That short memory, like a key, opened the door to the abyss, making He Rin feel endless fear.

"Then... what is it?" He Rin looked at An Xian with an unprecedented helplessness in his eyes.

"Your memory." An Xian replied while continuing to help him channel his mental power.

"No, it's impossible." He Rin said it was impossible, but the real feeling made him have to believe, "Why don't I remember anything."

As a high-level spiritual power enhancer, you can usually remember things from the age of two. Although long-term memories will gradually become blurred, as long as you have the heart to recall, you can still remember.

However, his memory before the age of 4 was almost blank. This incident has always made him brooding, but he has never been able to find the reason. Until today, he finally got a glimpse of the memory before the age of 4, but it was just a broken memory fragment, which brought him a huge impact.

He Rin had a hunch that something must have happened that year that he couldn't accept.

His memory may also have selective amnesia because of stimulation.

"Sorry." An Xian's peaceful voice came into He Rin's ears, like a clear spring flowing into his heart, calming his chaotic emotions a little.

"You don't need to apologize, this is of my own accord." He Rin paused and turned to look at An Xian, "Can you tell me why you suddenly want to probe my brain? Just for treatment?"

"No." An Xian sat cross-legged beside him and replied truthfully, "I do have another purpose, but I can't tell you for the time being."

He Rin looked at his clear eyes and chuckled, "I believe in you."

Four words are worth a thousand words.

An Xian didn't know how to respond to He Rin's trust.

Now it can be determined that he knows nothing about the institute and has no pretense, but it is still impossible to determine whether he has been taken away. The memory before the age of four was the key. Although it only lasted for a dozen seconds, An Xian estimated that the room that appeared in He Rin's memory was probably the core area of the research institute.

Aside from these factors, An Xian sincerely hopes that He Rin will always be He Rin, not a continuation of an important person in the institute.

He Rin pondered for a moment, then suddenly said, "Huahua, I hope you will continue to explore my brain and help me retrieve that memory."

"Aren't you afraid to discover some unacceptable truth?"

"Even so, I want to know." He Rin said seriously, "A person's life should be complete, whether it is good or bad, I will not choose to escape."

Anxian nodded: "Okay. But it's not today. I'll talk about it after you rest for a few days."

"Well." He Rin had no objection, and he also needed time to digest this sudden memory.

The room was quiet, the two of them sat side by side on the ground, their long bent legs overlapped at will, An Xian put one hand on his knee, held He Rin's hand in the other, and was still combing his mental strength.

He Rin looked down at the hands they were shaking, and then turned to look at the people beside them.

The delicate profile face is more three-dimensional under the light, the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and the ends of the eyes are upturned, with a bit of laziness and charm. A strand of long hair hangs down her neck, creating a graceful line. The slender legs are bent at will, one slipper is worn on the foot, and the other is thrown far away, leaving the white luo feet exposed.

Casual and straightforward, handsome and elegant.

This man, from start to finish, was so flawless in his eyes.