MTL - Undying Patient-Chapter 143 How to kill a giant baby 15

"Memory grooming?" Su Jinzhi suddenly hesitated when he heard these four words, laughing and joking with No. 1, "Aren't you ai? Why did you even start medicine?"

"Both said that I and Zero are silicon-based creatures." One frowned and stared seriously. "All I have on our planet is a medical degree. Otherwise, the biological structure of your carbon-based creatures is different from ours. I wo n’t spend five years "

However, No. 1 was talking, and suddenly it seemed like something was remembered. He immediately closed his mouth and tapped the white notebook with the pen end. He impatiently urged Su Jindao: "Let's get it done quickly, I can't stay here too Long."

However, Su Jinzhi held on to the key point and continued to ask: "What is it in five years?"

Seeing No. 1 can't break the topic, he can only ask him back: "If you have such a smart head, will you not know what it will be for five years?"

Su Jinzhi is more or less able to guess some of those scattered memory fragments, the sudden appearance of No. 1 and No. 0, this weird system, and he obviously died but still has a thinking existence, all this is telling him The past he forgotten and the five years of treatment in Nagang were by no means simple.

"Did he let you and No. 0 save me?" Su Jinzhi bowed his head, measured his sight slightly, and looked at the scenery outside the window.

These greens reminded him of that Westport. Many times he could only lie on the hospital bed and look at the outside world through the window. There is a vast universe of starry seas at night, and a silver star dust ring to see during the day. Every summer, there is a thick green plant outside, but at that time, his vision may have become very strong because of treatment. It ’s bad, I ca n’t see what those green plants are, and I can only remember the day he died, those plants are still with him.

"Even without me and Zero, he will find a way to save you." Number One replied lightly, believing this answer.

Su Jinzhi asked him: "Then you must know what happened to me and him. Why didn't you and No. tell me directly?"

"Let me tell you directly? Memory can sometimes be deceiving." No. 1 looked at him with a smirk. "I and No. 0 are not clear about your past. He knows only what he said, and I know you completely. It was you and him who had everything in the past, but you don't remember. "

Su Jinzhi sat down on the bed and looked at the number one.

Number One met his sight and sighed softly, his eyes dropped to the notebook: "And he wants you to remember again."

"So this system all these worlds come to help me regain memory?"

"Not at all."

"I told you this system from the beginning. It exists to save people who don't love life." No. 1 paused, and it seemed that he didn't want to remind him, but the room was quiet, so his cold voice Clear and audible-

"And there is only one rescue target that exists from beginning to end."

Su Jinzhi's heart trembled suddenly, her fingers trembled uncontrollably, her lips trembled, and Zhang Zhanghehe finally said a difficult sentence: "I"

"Don't ask me, I really don't know." No. 1 raised his hand and stopped him. "We will leave after we finish the memory grooming, you won't die, you can wait for any questions you have after you think of everything Ask him, I believe he must have many questions to ask you. "

"Good" Su Jinzhi replied astringently.

"Have you been dreaming recently?"

"Have."

"Compare your dreams with your original memories, in the order of later or before?"

"prior to."

"Can you distinguish real memory from fictional memory now?"

No. 1 asked a lot of questions before and after. Su Jinzhi leaned back on the bed, looking a little bit blank, and mechanically answering No. 1's question, but his head was thinking all the words that No. 1 told him--

"And there is only one rescue target that exists from beginning to end."

Every time I think of it, Su Jinzhi feels that choking pain comes from his heart, making him even heavier and harder to breathe even the simplest movement to survive.

But No. 1 quickly put away the notebook and pen: "I'm done."

"Did you already ask?" Su Jinzhi was still hesitant.

No. 1 exposed the silver watch on his wrist and showed him: "It's been an hour."

Su Jinzhi lowered his eyes and asked dumbly, "What happened?"

No. 1 said, "Your memory is recovered in the reverse direction, and you can probably think of it all in a few more worlds."

"Oh," Su Jinzhi looked grim and didn't seem to be happy about it.

No. 1 glanced at him without saying anything, and got up from his chair and said, "I'm leaving."

Su Jinzhi heard him say this and finally put some attention on him: "You're leaving? Isn't Bart asking you to strengthen my loyalty and obedience to him?"

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"It is to strengthen the degree of loyalty and obedience to the dominator. Aren't you going to act, just act as before." No. 1 organized his clothes to ensure that there were no traces of wrinkles on it, and finally when he opened the door and went out He ticked the corners of his lips and said to himself, "And it seems that I have strengthened."

However, his voice was too low, and Su Jinzhi immersed himself in his own world. He didn't pay attention to what he was saying.

After No. 1 left, Su Jinzhi lay down on the bed for a while, then turned his body, looking out of the window as if lying on the bed of the Westport Hospital before passing the time.

After a while, he reached under his pillow and pulled out a piece of white paper.

On that white paper was written a Dao polar coordinate equation, and underneath it was a function image corresponding to it. This paper had two human handwritings, but it carried the same feeling.

Suddenly, Su Jinzhi couldn't hold back his sadness anymore. Although No. 1 had said that he would have a few more worlds, his memory would probably be completely restored, but until now, he couldn't even remember his real name.

Su Jinzhi squeezed the white paper, turned over and hugged the quilt, and buried his head in the thick quilt. He could feel the hot steam exhaled by him, and the hot and humid liquid on his cheek. It was quickly taken away by the temperature, and it was coolly pressed around the eyelids, as if he was surrounded by cold air and liquid when he was alone in the permanent freezer.

He now remembers how he felt at that time-he wanted someone to hug him and give him warmth.

And this man was forgotten by him.

"Sir, today is the" qingren "festival. Would you like to bring a bouquet of roses home for your lover?"

As soon as Huai Ri came out of the bookstore, he heard a clear voice coming from behind a little girl. He turned around and found a little girl ringing a bouquet of rose baskets and holding a bunch of red roses with bright raindrops in her hand. .

Huai Day asked her: "Is it the" qingren "festival?"

"It's White Day." The little girl was a little shy. "But there shouldn't be many people."

Huai Day didn't speak, he was silent for a few seconds, took out a small change from his pocket, and bought the rose bouquet in the little girl's hand: "Can I ask you a question?"

The little girl had a lot of flowers in her basket. It was clear that not many people were willing to do her business. At this time, she managed to sell a bunch of roses with a bright smile on her face, and replied briskly: "The customer is God, of course! "

"How do you know I have a lover?"

"When you were buying a gift, I saw you smiling." The little girl pointed to the left pocket of his trench coat. "Your smile is very happy, so I think you are waiting for you to bring him a gift Lover. "

Huai Day heard a word, when he left, the picture that he asked him to bring him a gift suddenly ran out again, and swayed wildly in his head, although he knew it was a line they had long stringed together , But even if it is false, he can make him happy.

He touched the left pocket of the trench coat, and gently tickled the little girl's lips: "You're right, my lover is waiting for me to go home, I have to go back."

"I wish you good luck, sir." The little girl waved at him.

Huai day watched her leave, and then she continued to lift her legs and walk towards the house.

All the maps and drawings were prepared on the sixth day. On the seventh day, he actually had nothing to do, but he could not go back to the castle in advance, because this kind of work did not need to catch overtime, he suddenly It would be suspicious to go back, so he turned around casually.

Maybe it's because of staying in a dark and hidden place for a long time, and Huai Day is no longer used to such crowded and busy streets. He didn't know at first why there were more pedestrians on the street today than usual. It was clear that today was not the weekend, and it was only after the reminder of the little girl selling roses that he realized that today is White Day.

Huai Day pulled out from his pocket what he got out today. It was a long black box, which was carefully tied with a red ribbon, and it could only be opened by the person who received the gift.

But even if it can't be opened, as a gift buyer, Huai Day knows what's in it—it's a rose metal bookmark and a gift that is very suitable for the "qingren" festival.

He brought the bookmarks and roses back to his home, found a vase, put some water in and put the roses in the vase.

This home was a small villa he bought with his first commission. There were many sunflowers planted in the small garden outside the villa, but this season the petals have fallen out, and they have rotted into the soil. I ca n’t see it once. Golden color.

Before falling asleep, he turned his head to look at the bunch of roses, and once again lamented that he could not go back today.

When he left the next day, Huai Day did not take away the bunch of roses, but took a petal from the brightest rose in full bloom, and took away the rose bookmark he bought.

Smelling the scent of roses, and thinking of seeing the teenager soon, Huai Day's mood was very pleasant this morning. When he met a familiar bodyguard colleague, he smiled and greeted him, casually speaking: "It's been a long time, Joe, how's it going? How about Master Jimmy?"

"What can I do?" The bodyguard shook his shoulder with a smile and heard him ask Master. He thought about it and replied, "Master Jimmy is not very good. He is ill, and the doctor invited a doctor for him."

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