The memories of all humanity are awakening, except for mine.

Chapter 5: You'd better tell the truth!

"Jiang Chuan, classmate."

“Come with us.”

Jiang Chuan looked at the woman in front of him, who appeared to be extremely beautiful, with a puzzled expression.

"I?"

Before Jiang Chuan could speak, the homeroom teacher, Liu Yuyu, spoke first:

"Is there anything you need to say to me?"

"Perhaps there's some misunderstanding? We can clarify it here."

The principal glanced at teacher Liu Yuyu, his eyes showing some embarrassment, but he felt relieved. Whatever these people were doing at the school, it was none of his business.

At this point, the students started discussing it.

"Are you from the Public Security Bureau? What do you want with Jiang Chuan?"

"Jiang Chuan goes to class every day, does he go out fooling around at night?"

"Maybe he's being kept by a rich woman? He's quite good-looking; a few girls in our class have a crush on him."

"He has good grades and is a bit handsome, so it's normal for people to have a crush on him."

Wu Qingqing then showed her identification again: "We just want to talk to Jiang Chuan."

"Don't worry."

"After the conversation, we will send him back."

Liu Yuyu looked at the ID card, but it didn't specify which organization the person worked for, so she wasn't quite sure what the situation was.

Jiang Chuan was an orphan who had no adults to take care of him. As his homeroom teacher, she was more than his guardian, and she had always taken good care of him, especially when she didn't know where he came from.

She didn't let Jiang Chuan speak at all, insisting, "You can say whatever you want to say here."

Wu Qingqing frowned upon hearing this, but did not answer. Instead, she looked at the principal, who stood to the side like a lackey.
"Principal Zhang, haven't we contacted you?"

The principal was taken aback, then shook his head.

Meanwhile, a group of students standing in the line erupted in chaos.

"What exactly is Jiang Chuan's identity? Is he some kind of undercover agent?"

"Could it be related to the dream questionnaire?"

"Teacher Liu is really tough!"

Jiang Chuan was at the very center of the vortex.

Human joys and sorrows are indeed not shared; I only find their noise bothersome, and all I want to do now is sleep.

He felt somewhat helpless and didn't want to be the center of attention.

Jiang Chuan's situation can be put aside for now.

Wu Qingqing knew that it was inappropriate to just take a child away like that, so she took out her phone to contact headquarters and ask what was going on.

Just as she reached for her phone, Principal Zhang answered the call.

The person on the other end of the phone was clearly an important figure; you could tell from the way he bowed and scraped after answering the call.

Jiang Chuan frowned at this scene. He knew that the principal of Qingshi No. 1 Middle School was on par with the Qingshi Education Bureau in terms of rank. So who could be the person who called him at this time and made him react in this way?

After a brief phone call, Principal Zhang nodded and said:

"Teacher Liu, I received a call. Let Jiang go with them."

Teacher Liu wanted to say something more, but since the principal had spoken, she ultimately remained silent.

She simply looked at Jiang Chuan and said, "If anything happens, call the teacher."

Jiang Chuan nodded: "Thank you, teacher."

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, they followed the three mysterious men in suits toward the school gate.

The playground erupted in chaos.

Discussions arose one after another.

"Is he from Class 3? What did he do wrong?"

"Could it be related to the dream questionnaire?"

"He must have been incredibly powerful in his past life, otherwise why would he have come knocking on our door?"

"Hey, now that you mention it, it really could be related to the dream questionnaire!"

"Does anyone know anyone in Class 3? Let's ask around!"

Shen Jing was also suffering greatly at this time. His classmates knew that he and Jiang Chuan were close, and they all asked him what had happened.

Shen Jing said she didn't know, but her classmates didn't believe her and kept pressing her for answers. "I really don't know..."

"Didn't you just say it was just a questioning? Aren't you overthinking it?"

Someone nearby said, "He sleeps in class every day, yet he still gets good grades. There's definitely something wrong with him!"

"Did Jiang Chuan have a dream he didn't tell us? He definitely told you!"

This speculation resonated with many: "Yes, Jiang Chuan must be someone important."

"Stop hiding Shen Jing! Tell the truth!"

"Were you a genius like Zhuge Liang or Shen Kuo in your past life?"

"Hey! You know what, it could really be Zhuge Liang! Isn't Zhuge Liang the Sleeping Dragon? He loves to sleep during the day!"

The sound was so loud that it drew everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were filled with astonishment.

He was suddenly being stared at and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong? Is something not right?"

Someone patted him on the shoulder: "You don't think the 'Wolong' in 'Wolong' means 'going to bed,' do you?"

A look of confusion crossed his eyes: "Isn't that right?"

"..."

"Just take it as such."

The principal's tapping of the microphone interrupted their conversation.

The rally continued, but everyone's mind was focused on the fact that Jiang Chuan had just been taken away.

What happened to that student?

……

……

Jiang Chuan followed a few people and got into the car that had no license plates.

Once seated in the car, the noise from the outside world was completely shut out, and the sudden silence changed the atmosphere slightly.

At this moment, the beautiful woman spoke to Jiang Chuan:
"Jiang Chuan, everything that happens next must be kept secret."

Jiang Chuan nodded, having roughly guessed what the questioning was about.

Seeing Jiang Chuan nod, Wu Qingqing continued, "We understand that you answered the questionnaire that you had no dreams about unfamiliar memories."

Is this true?

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to answer, Wu Qingqing added, "You have to be responsible for your answer."

This one sentence is often enough to get people to tell the truth.

Jiang Chuan himself had no intention of lying: "I didn't have that dream."

Wu Qingqing frowned.

I didn't expect Jiang Chuan to be so stubborn; he doesn't seem like the type to lie.

In Wu Qingqing's mind, out of the 30 million people in Qing City, he was now the last one whose dream information had not been collected.

Is there only one exception among 30 million people?
How is this possible?

She asked again, her tone slightly serious:
"You have one last chance."

"We will keep your dreams a secret. As long as you don't tell us, no one but us will know what your dreams are."

"In the end, it's just a dream, there's no need for you to hide it."

"Are you sure?"

Jiang Chuan nodded again: "I take responsibility for what I've said."

"I definitely haven't had that kind of dream."

Wu Qingqing stared into Jiang Chuan's eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said to the driver:

"Let's go to the city hospital."

"Contact a neurologist to prepare."

Wu Qingqing didn't believe that Jiang Chuan had never had that kind of dream.

She didn't want to waste time, so she made everything very open.

She was still a little angry because she didn't want to waste time. Why was this little boy so stubborn?

How could you not have dreamt of your past life? Thirty million people have, why haven't you? How are you so special?
The car was then started and headed straight for the city hospital.

(End of this chapter)