The Monster I Was Redeemed

My own memory is confused.

Yang Xingguo felt bad when he heard Yue Chongshan's words.

Wasn't Liang Qingyun right when he said yesterday that he really should see a psychiatrist?

But if there was something wrong with my memory, why didn't I notice it before and it didn't happen until today?

Could it be intermittent psychosis?

At this moment, Yang Xingguo was not thinking in the direction of the plot of the movie.

After all, if a normal adult discovers that his memory doesn't match up, he will immediately suspect that there is something wrong with his brain, rather than encountering some adventure.

"Are you at home now?"

Yang Xingguo, who had witnessed many informants being silenced with information, subconsciously felt a slight rejection of this method of interviewing.

But in order to rule out the possibility that someone was involved in framing him, he now only believed in finding someone to speak clearly to him in person.

It's very uncomfortable.

"I've been there all along. I thought you would come to me as soon as you came back, but I didn't expect that you went upstairs to the bedroom and left again."

Yue Chongshan obviously meant that he was waiting for Yang Xingguo to come over and ask about the relevant situation.

Unexpectedly, he went home, walked around and left again.

Yang Xingguo also didn't expect that Yue Chongshan knew about his situation a long time ago.

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he had known for a long time.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Xingguo returned to the villa in Qiushui Manor.

After living in Qiushui Manor for more than ten years, the villa in front of him has long become his second home.

But for some reason, when he walked to the door this time, he felt a little strange.

Yang Xingguo parked the car and entered the villa directly from the side door of the garage.

Boom, boom, boom...

The slippers made a muffled sound when he stepped on the stairs, just like his heartbeat at this moment.

Yang Xingguo came to the door of the study and pushed the door open.

As usual, Yue Chongshan would make a pot of tea when talking to him.

At that time, Xia Qiyuan's life and death were unknown, the hermits carried out massacres, Li Yongming caused bombings and other incidents.

Whether it was Yue Chongshan who took the initiative to comfort Yang Xingguo, who was filled with grief, anger and self-blame, or Yang Xingguo who took the initiative to beg Yue Chongshan for help.

Yue Chongshan would brew a pot of tea in a leisurely manner and listen quietly to Yang Xingguo's words.

But not this time.

Yue Chongshan was wearing a Tang suit and sitting upright with a solemn expression.

The tea sets that should have appeared on the coffee table were now neatly placed on the shelf with no intention of using them.

After entering the door, Yang Xingguo nodded towards Yue Chongshan and sat down opposite.

Yue Chongshan stared at Yang Xingguo intently: "Where do you want to start understanding?"

Yang Xingguo thought for a while and decided to solve the biggest problem first: "What is going on with my memory? Do I have a mental illness?"

Yue Chongshan shook his head: "Your body is very healthy and there is nothing wrong with you."

Yang Xingguo frowned when he heard this: "But my memory is completely different from what others know. What's going on?"

If you say that you don't suffer from mental illness, does that mean that what you have experienced in the past two days is someone setting a trap for you?

But with this explanation, what does Yue Chongshan mean by the memory disorder he said on the phone?

Yang Xingguo couldn't understand. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and looked at Yue Chongshan opposite.

Yue Chongshan did not hide anything or use charades, but said directly: "There is nothing wrong with your mental state. Someone used some kind of supernatural power to modify the memories of you and everyone around you."

Yang Xingguo was immediately dumbfounded.

I'm here to talk business with you, and you tell me stories?

He looked at Yue Chongshan with a slightly rude look.

That twitching expression is like, besides, you are the one with the brain problem, right?

Yue Chongshan knew how a normal person would react if he suddenly told him something that only existed in comic books and movies.

So he didn't defend himself, but silently stretched out his hand towards Yang Xingguo.

When Yang Xingguo was still wondering which part he was going to play, he found something dragging his body.

Before he could react, his whole body was lifted into the air.

Yang Xingguo subconsciously kicked his legs, trying to make a sideways roll.

It's a pity that there is no place to borrow strength in mid-air. He looks like a mouse that has been lifted up and slipped away.

After experiencing the initial fright, Yang Xingguo quickly calmed down and waved his arms in mid-air as if groping for something.

The force lifting the body was everywhere, as if it were covering him in a life-size membrane.

After confirming that there were no net bags or ropes made of optical materials, he looked at Yue Chongshan: "Did you do this?"

Yue Chongshan nodded and slowly put down Yang Xingguo, who was stuck in three questions about life.

Now Yang Xingguo had to believe what Yue Chongshan said.

If Yue Chongshan lifted something else the way he lifted himself, he might think it was a mechanism arranged in advance.

But when he came in, there was nothing on him.

This can no longer be explained by magic techniques and props.

After regaining his composure, Yang Xingguo did not immediately ask Yue Chongshan how he did it, but instead asked about the tampering with the memory.

Since superpowers have been confirmed to exist, what Yue Chongshan said about modifying memories is probably true.

Yang Xingguo didn't know whether it would be complicated for them to modify a person's memory.

But after so many years, if they want a person, a former criminal police officer, to not feel any problem, then they will definitely modify more than one person's memory.

Judging from Yue Chongshan's attitude, his memory and that of the people around him should have been modified to a certain extent, and the other party has also prepared a living environment that matches the memory.

What do people who spend so much money to modify their memories want to do?

I can always ask about superpowers in the future, but for now I have to focus on the memory tampering issue.

Yang Xingguo still knew his priorities clearly.

"Who modified my memory? Why did they do this?" Yang Xingguo asked Yue Chongshan.

After many years of getting along, Yang Xingguo knew very well that Yue Chongshan was not the kind of person who wanted to dominate.

Not to mention the desire for dominance, Yue Chongshan doesn't even have much need for material desires.

Every day I just practice martial arts, drink tea, and don't care about anything else.

Yang Xingguo didn't think that such a person would modify his memory for some reason.

Yue Chongshan had a guilty look on his face.

This was the first time Yang Xingguo saw Yue Chongshan like this.

Yue Chongshan stood up and bent down to Yang Xingguo.

How could Yang Xingguo dare to accept such a great gift? He quickly sidestepped and walked to Yue Chongshan to support his shoulders: "Old man, what are you doing? We have something to talk about."

"No, this time I pray for my inhumane son. My in-laws are sorry for you!"

Yue Chongshan refused to get up despite any words.

Not only was the opponent strong, he could also use some kind of force to immobilize Yang Xingguo's body.

Yang Xingguo could not help him, nor could he hide, so he could only accept this bow.