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Nie Yuanfan suddenly appeared in Wei Zhuang's office, making Wei Zhuang full of vigilance towards him.Wei Zhuang stared at him, wondering how this young brain expert would explain this uninvited visit.However, he only said "Xiao Zhuang, it's me."

Wei Zhuang immediately felt that something was wrong.He was able to find his own office, no doubt Mu Xirong brought him here. Although he had discussed this dream with Dr. Mu in detail, he deliberately avoided this title.No one in this world has called him that since his parents died.

But he yelled so naturally, and he sounded so kind.It was as if they had always been together like this, for many years.As a result, Wei Zhuang just narrowed his eyes and stared at him with a more dangerous expression, instead of correcting the other party's disrespectful address.

The visitor immediately understood Wei Zhuang's defense and temptation, and he continued his topic, "I need your help".

"Oh?" The tall voice was full of sarcasm, cooperating with Wei Zhuang's movement of throwing the tablet in his hand to the table inadvertently, it was saying: "Why are you?"

The other party seemed to be used to Wei Zhuang's arrogant attitude and was not affected by it.His expression was more serious, as if even the surrounding air became dignified because of his seriousness.

"What you see is not a dream, but the past of your and my previous life. They are recorded in a jade statue. I hope you can find it and bring it to me. In this way, we can meet in this life." , the visitor stretched out his right hand and spread out his palm.

Wei Zhuang clearly saw that hand, with strong muscles and strong bones, and thick calluses between the fingers and the tiger's mouth. It must be the hand of a swordsman.

Just as he was thinking about it, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. The body of the sword was covered with blood, and the edge of the sword was also broken, but you could still feel its chilling air. It was really a good sword.

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, horses neighed, and the sound of killing shook the sky.The man with the sword shook twice, and big drops of blood slid down.The body could no longer support it and collapsed in vain.The fluttering white clothes were completely stained with blood, making them look even more dilapidated.But its owner was very stubborn, holding the sword behind his back and piercing into the dark red soil, barely supporting his body with one knee on the ground.He ignored the short knives facing him around him, looked at Gaocheng surrounded by the company and muttered to himself, "I'm home, do you know?"

"The arrow array is complete."

"put!"

"Senior brother..." Wei Zhuang staggered up, and rushed towards his body, trying to help him block the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun.

"Boom!" The computer fell from his palm to the ground, and Wei Zhuang woke up suddenly.

He looked around, seeing that everything in the office was as usual.But his chest and back were drenched with sweat, his eardrums seemed to be aching from the drums of war, and his mouth and nose were filled with the bloody smell of thousands of dead bodies.Is the sticky sticky blood in your hand?Looking down, of course not, it was Khan.

Dream!

In broad daylight, alone in the office, without feeling sleepy, where do dreams come from?

Fortunately, Wei Zhuang's heart is strong enough. If it were someone else, he would definitely run out in panic and ask the staff outside one by one, did someone come here just now?Did you hear any shouts!

But, he is Wei Zhuang.

He remained silent for 30 seconds, and then recovered his normal heart rate by adjusting his breathing.Then, he checked the residual liquid in the coffee cup; recalled what the receptionist had done this morning; picked up the computer, and checked the default self-starting programs and browsing records inside.

"Doctor Gao is really a good science propagandist." Wei Zhuang recalled what Gao Mobing explained to himself.A year ago, although Nie Yuanfan was in the same space with him many times, because he didn't know him, he never paid attention to it.But the brain has inadvertently recorded every meeting in detail, and it is reasonable to dream of him.However, as Dr. Gao said, to make these memories that have not risen to consciousness "live", some external stimulation is needed.

A complex of people, things, events, or some kind of drug mixed with it.

Then when did you first dream of "Senior Brother"?I had a drink with Brother Fei at the bar, took back the ring for the proposal, and was ready to accept someone into my life, even though I knew there was no love in this marriage.Then that night, the dream told me in a very strange way—in fact, Wei Zhuang can also have love, and he once loved it deeply.

What an intriguing turning point in my life!

He stood up, came to the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and unfocusedly swept across the windows of the opposite office building. "Will you be there?" Wei Zhuang thought to himself.

Wei Zhuang turned around with a disdainful smile, and then calmly walked towards the door of the office.But when he walked to the place where Nie Yuanfan stood in the "dream", he stopped involuntarily, and even bent down and stroked the marble floor with his hands.Then, there was an almost inaudible sigh.

From this day on, everyone around Wei Zhuang, including Brother Fei and Leng Xiaolian, felt that he had changed.He refused to discuss that dream with anyone, but became obsessed with "History of Qin", collecting ancient jade from the Qin and Han Dynasties everywhere, but never shot it.It wasn't until Wei Zhuang accompanied Fei Ge to Sanghai Jinlou to choose a wedding anniversary gift that Fei Ge realized that Wei Zhuang had regarded those scenes as memories of his previous life and no longer allowed others to discuss them.Brother Fei knew that if Wei Zhuang was convinced of something, he would not be able to persuade him to come back, not to mention he often had his own reasons.

It's okay to choose things by yourself, without Wei Zhuang, a person with a strong desire to control, pointing fingers at the side, and you can save a few words with him.Sure enough, when the store manager took out the third jewelry, Mr. Han took a fancy to it.Then Mr. Han took Xinyi's things to say hello to Wei Zhuang, but found that he was talking with the migrant worker who "sold gold bars", so he left first.He can thank him later on the phone, say goodbye by the way, and then take a quick trip to Australia with his wife.

But he didn't expect that his leaving so quietly would bring Wei Zhuang great trouble.

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