dramatic death

21:45, Garden District.

The sound of water pattering.

Ten minutes ago, the power supply was restored in Central City, and the bright lights and central air conditioner together warmed up the icy city.Yintong cleaned up the ground that he vomited quite badly with a blank face, and curled up in the bathtub with his legs dangling.

He was so cold that he could hardly walk, his hands and feet were so stiff that he could not even feel the temperature of the water. Fortunately, the temperature control system of the bathtub did not go on strike because of the breakdown of the power system. After turning on the automatic adjustment, it could barely provide a little "winter of warmth".

The fog was thick, and Yin Tong curled up in a corner of the bathtub, looking up at the fingers of his left hand.

There are five in total, no tattoos and no scars, slender joints wrapped under the pale skin, looking slender and clean.

He lowered his eyelashes and unconsciously rubbed the base of his index finger.

It was the place where the monster he had seen in the living room had gnawed mercilessly off when he had just returned home in the evening.

Most of the hallucinations produced by humans rely on the superposition of multiple phenomena in the subconscious. They do not have the ability to fabricate out of thin air, and all ideas are traceable in reality.Their thinking is limited and their thoughts are blocked, so the hallucinations Yintong saw before should come from his memory - he has seen such things, maybe now, maybe in the past.

In other words, the "Gu raising scene" he saw, the corpse at that place, and the monster with a broken finger all once truly existed in his memory.

This is really not good news.

The human brain has a certain amount of short-term memory and long-term memory. Generally speaking, it is the memory that can be remembered now, and the memory that will not be remembered for a while.If those horrific scenes were not the product of Yintong's short-term memory, then they probably came from his long-term memory, or maybe from his forgotten past.

That is to say, his past may have existed in a classroom at dusk, the classroom was full of mischievous graffiti, and a giant puppet rabbit outside the classroom stabbed a teenager to death.Someone wrote a countdown on the wall of the corridor dipped in blood, someone climbed up the clock tower and rang the ancient clock, someone jumped from the roof and knocked on the cold flower bed, someone turned on the campus radio, but was still unable to speak .

There may also be a street full of zombies. Countless eyeballs drilled out of the dry soil, turning their sticky eyes to find the remaining prey. The monster missing a finger is like a dying old man, hiding in a dark corner and eating without food. wolf.

There may also be Christie who is covered in blood, and An Qi who is extremely clean from head to toe.

Yin Tong looked at his fair fingers, and smiled with the corners of his lips.

This is not like "memories of the past", he thought, this is like a horror game.

Tiny drops of water fell from the open faucet, submerged in the bathtub full of water, and then splashed down on the bathroom floor along Yintong's raised arm.He curled up in a corner of the bathtub, hugged his knees and looked at his wrist which was resting on the edge of the bathtub. He remembered that a beautiful young man had kissed it tenderly during the day, and his soft lips fell on the bright red blood spot, It was like kissing the hot blood under his skin.

An Qi said: "I will protect you, I will never deceive you."

He said: "You can call me anytime," so Yin Tong raised his hand and dialed the phone number he left behind.

……

At the same time, No. 37 of the Royal Mansion.

The white-haired old butler took out "The Little Prince" from the bookshelf, and walked into the small secret room deep in the bedroom, stepping on the roar of the mechanism opening.

Rows of solid wood bookcases stand on both sides of the secret room where there are less than three people running side by side, and the bookshelves reaching the ceiling are filled with extremely expensive paper books and periodicals.The old butler carried the tray over the plush pillows stacked on the carpet, and walked slowly towards the sofa at the end of the secret room. His young master was sitting on the sofa, bowing his head and writing a love letter that only he could understand.

He has been writing for nearly an hour.

The old butler put down the milk in the tray, pulled out the soft stool with a pair of cat ears under the bookcase, bent his tall body, and sat down opposite the young master with his legs bent.

He sat quietly like an experienced grandpa, his eyes following the nib of the young master's bright pen.He watched the slender ink seep from the tip of the pen, soaking the scrambled paper below, making a small black dot.

"Grandpa Du?" The young master—An Qi raised his head and sighed helplessly.

His expression looked a bit troubled, and his brows were furrowed as if to say, "If you look at it like this, I can't write anything at all."

However, the old housekeeper didn't receive the young master's dislike signal, or rather, he just didn't want to pay attention to it.He was still sitting in front of An Qi, with his eyes bent and a benevolent expression, he said: "Young master has become more and more thoughtful recently, you went to see that child again today, right?"

An Qi closed the pen, unconsciously rubbing the label on the pen cap with her fingertips.

"No one prevents you from looking at him," the old butler said softly, "but you know it's not right."

An Qi pursed her lips.There was a look of resistance on his face.He fluttered his eye feathers as if he wanted to refute something, but he heard the old butler say, "Do you know that the Nightingale's people are here during the day?"

He said: "When the master brought you home from the laboratory, he agreed to the other party's condition of grounding you. It is a foul for you to allow you to look at the child once in a while. If you do this," the old housekeeper paused, deliberately Emphasized An Qi's "crime" again, "You deliberately sent a letter with sensitive information to the minions of the Academy of Sciences, openly provoking a dispute between the Academy of Sciences and Nightingale, which is equivalent to the master's ineffective supervision and failure to fulfill the original plan." Regulation'."

His tone was gentle, without the slightest harshness, but every sentence he said was heavier and heavier, which made An Qi almost unable to breathe.

"Master made a lot of conditions with Nightingale in order to protect you. Although they can't do anything now, every pair of eyes is on you, hoping that you will violate the 'rules' in the next second, so that they can take you back logically. "

"Master won't just watch you being taken to that kind of place, and neither will we," the old housekeeper asked softly, "Master is our family, right?"

An Qi lowered his eyes and murmured softly: "But I miss him."

He frowned, and quickly added as if extremely sad: "I'm sorry," and couldn't help raising his eyes, looking at the old housekeeper's cloudy eyes pitifully, and said softly, " I miss him."

The old butler laughed. The soft stool he was sitting on was lower than the sofa, so that An Qi straightened his back, and he could only look up at his young master: "No one stops you from thinking about him, no one stops you from seeing him, You don't need to apologize to me either."

"But you have to understand that you are an adult, you have to know how to protect what you want to protect, instead of squandering your willfulness."

——It is actually Mr. Yin who should apologize the most.

An Qi finished what the old housekeeper hadn't said in his heart, and he suddenly felt sad. Those sour emotions were like spilled lemon juice, pouring into his heart and drowning his breathing.

He understood what the old housekeeper was talking about, and understood how much trouble his behavior had caused Yin Tong.But he didn't know that these actions would cause such bad consequences at first, and he didn't know that someone would inject those strange reagents into Yintong.

He just wanted to see him, to remind him of himself.After opening his eyes, all he could remember was the name "Yintong", so he naturally wanted to get special meaning from this special person.

——You are the most special in my memory, but why can’t you remember anything.

He felt wronged.

An Qi looked down at his fingers and at the diary full of words on his knee.When he realized that things were derailed, he tried to save the status quo. While whetting the other party's appetite with letters, he used Dong Tiantian's hand to remind the Academy of Sciences and Nightingale, so that they began to pay attention to the identity behind the courier.

— but to no avail.

Ann prayed.

——The courier who died died inexplicably, and the courier who was alive had nothing.There is nothing about them that makes people suspicious, as if the whole person is fabricated out of thin air.

——So in this game, there probably exists a third-party force that is different from the Academy of Sciences and Nightingale.

An Qi shivered at the moment when this thought occurred to him. Although his memory had been fragmented due to the long-term side effects of the experiment, and his mind was scattered like a shattered kaleidoscope, he still clearly remembered that in the past three years I didn't encounter any strange hostile forces.

He is safe, and the other party has never appeared in his field of vision.If this force is not afraid of the Academy of Sciences or Nightingale, then it should only be targeting Yintong.

——They have other plans for Yintong.

An Qi sat on the sofa, her clenched fingers digging into her palms.He never wants to restore his memory more than now. He needs rights and abilities to protect his "treasure" from those strange snoopers.

He needs to do something.

A cup of warm milk blocked his sight, An Qi raised his head, and met the loving eyes of the old housekeeper.

He seemed to be laughing or crying, but no matter what emotions were in those eyes, An Qi could understand.

Those eyes said, "You know what to do is right."

An Qi shook his head in his heart, he thought I know, I do know, but if I do what you think, I will have nothing.

—I can't stay at home all the time, I can't do nothing.Tongtong's troubles are caused by me, so I should at least find a way to protect him.

He took the milk handed by the old butler, and let the lukewarm liquid warm his palm through the glass.He remembered that evening when he was sitting outside Yintong's dessert house on that rainy day, the cold rain made him shiver, and then Yintong pushed open the door and stretched out his hand to pull him up from the cold ground.

He thought of the warm palm of the other party, his helpless expression, and the milk he stuffed into his hand—it was a little hotter than the cup in his hand now, as if it could iron out his flustered emotions.

At that time, he thought, is this the person "I" like?

Now he thinks, this is the person I like.

An Qi sometimes thinks of the early spring two years ago, when his memory was like a ball of cotton wool soaked in water.The intricate information made him almost forget that he was still a "person", and he could only clearly remember one name - "Yintong".

He even once thought that he was "Yintong".

He only remembered Yintong, the name was all over his head, and someone in his mind repeated the word over and over again, as if every heartbeat was clamoring.

— "Go to him."

So he kept looking for "Yin Tong" in countless experiments, until one day, he saw a familiar figure through tens of thousands of surveillance cameras floating over the city.

He thinks that figure is "Yin Tong", and he has the urge to "break out of prison" just by looking at his back.He escaped from the laboratory and followed his heart to "go to him".

This is the first time since he woke up, he has a self-conscious "thinking" about what to do.

His memory was in chaos. The electronic equipment that can be seen everywhere eroded his consciousness over and over again with overwhelming data information. Without protective clothing and isolation devices, he was like a sponge thrown into a pond.

His consciousness continued to blur as he advanced, and he lost his goal and direction countless times on the way.An Qi remembered that he had been running and running, and his eyes stayed on his toes from the unfamiliar streets and alleys, bypassing the cold floor tiles, and staying on a piece of sunny grass.

He couldn't remember how long he had been running, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure sitting at the end of his field of vision.

——That's Yintong.

He remembered that the sun was shining that day.

Yin Tong sat on a bench in the park, raised his head, his eyes seemed to be shone with warm sunshine.

——That's Yintong.

An Qi stood there for less than 3 minutes, and the "nightingales" who had been waiting for a long time skillfully tied him up and stuffed him into the car.His eyes were tied to deprive him of sight, and his hands and feet were tied to deprive him of movement. He lay in the hover car so stable that he couldn't feel the slightest shake, quietly thinking about the people he saw.

He thought about the sunshine, and the clear eyes of that young man when he looked back.

He thought, this is "Yintong".

An Qi sat on the sofa and took a small sip of the milk.

He thought that the milk boiled by the old butler was not as sweet as in Yintong's shop, and the biscuits baked were not as fragrant as in Yintong's shop.There is only one Yintong in this world, he is so good, how can others compare to him.

While thinking about it, he pursed his lips and showed a small smile, his heart was beating happily, as if he had gained another little secret.

He thought that I never had the right to choose, so what if I knew right and wrong?

——There is only one thing I want to do, the way I want to go, from the very beginning.

——In my world, there is never an option to abandon Yintong,

The bell on the old butler's waist rang three times, and An Qi regained consciousness from his self-awareness, and saw him stand up, turn around and walk out of the secret room.

Someone knocked on the bedroom door, but the old butler kept the secret room door ajar, so that An Qi could hear someone whispering outside the door: "Young master's terminal is ringing."

"Whose phone number?" the old housekeeper asked.

"They said it was 'Yintong'."

An Qi stood up abruptly, and the diary on his lap was flipped to the ground by him. The exquisite pen swung in mid-air and fell into the thick carpet, pitifully ignored.He walked back and forth at a loss around the soft stool left by the old housekeeper, straightened his back and sat back on the sofa, bent over to clean up the diaries and pens on the floor, sitting upright like a child waiting for candy .

Holding the warm barrel of the pen, he unconsciously rubbed the gilt lettering on the book cover.He seemed to be able to hear the phone ringing from the terminal, An Qi thought, it was from Tongtong.

The old butler brought in two men in black military uniforms. An Qi knew that they were the "bodyguards" that Nightingale used to monitor him away from any terminal devices.

The boring ringtone echoed in the small secret room, and An Qi watched them put the mobile terminal on the stand that came with them, and then stood on both sides of the projected light screen with their backs to the stand, before completely extinguishing the two great masters. The thought of avoiding suspicion.He sat up straight and exhaled slowly. The monotonous ringing of the phone stopped abruptly at the end of the second cycle, and a foggy room appeared on the light screen facing the sofa.

The call is connected.