What does Chen Xiao look like in our eyes?

I can't stay idle every day, and whenever I have the chance, I will work hard to die, be cute, and make trouble. In short, I have no goals and no dreams, and go wherever I am fun... Compared to my IQ, I have low emotional intelligence and social experience, which are like a child. In addition to not using serum, the group with weak physical fitness, in addition to knowing a little about guns, the rest of the combat weapons are at most at the stage of "knowing what they do."

Such a person is far from the White Bear, who is focused on cultivating the foundation, or Lin Fan, who is given an important mission by a mysterious organization. He is like a supporting role in a story...

And the real Chen Xiao...he is really like this.

He seemed to care about what most people in the stories pursued, nor did he want to find those powers that surpass ordinary people, nor did he be willing to pursue higher meanings of life, saving the world or seeking truth, which made him unable to raise any interest, just as if he had already gotten tired of those things.

Haha, such a person who can't even buckle the wall with just one slap is tired of these things?

It's simply a joke.

......

Well...who knows.

...

But after all, he was not so bored that he could drink cold water and urinate. He was also doing some things.

Just as Bai Xiong said, Chen Xiao was looking at himself, checking over, checking those memories that disappeared.

"Who am I?"

This question is still very attractive to a person whose memory is blank.

Of course he would check, although there was a penalty area in his mind...it was impossible for him to touch or think.

But that doesn't hide anything.

It's like a black hole...we can't see it because it can even swallow light, but we can still see it... because we can see things outside it.

The same is true for Chen Xiao. Although he couldn't see the sealed things, he had outlined the penalty area from many other things.

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Chen Xiao's memory began half a year ago... Waking up in a mental hospital is like a fresh life that was born to be hatched. There is no memory of the past, but it has countless knowledge that normal people will never have.

This knowledge is too messy and has no connection, just like taking out a few pools of water from the ocean of knowledge and then pouring it into a large steel to stir up the mix.

He knew how to kill a person with disposable straws and toilet paper and pretended to be suicide. He also knew how to squeeze the heart after cutting the chest of a dying person to make it beat again. He could clearly infer his home address from a person's hair, and he could only calculate the distance and speed of the transportation vehicle by perceiving. He had extremely fine templates of various continental plates in his mind, as well as the manual installation process of clock structures. He could distinguish the color numbers of various series of lipsticks, and could also identify which master they came from from the style of the book.

In short, these messy knowledge is really unusual for a severely ill patient who has been locked in a single ward for more than ten years and has not seen the outside world in a restraint suit for a long time.

Chen Xiao has looked at his case files and has also tracked down many related clues. These things are easy to deal with in the eyes of the authority of a foundation field staff, but the answers he got were the same as those obtained by Bai Xiong.

That is...it's natural, undoubtedly, meticulous, as if deliberately placing it there waiting for someone to dig. So Chen Xiao didn't continue to investigate. He knew that it had no meaning anymore, and all this would only become more and more real as it was checked.

And what he suspected was the truth itself.

Then, this extremely subtle truth is like a wall, tightly blocking Chen Xiao into the established story, so he had to give up and turn his attention to himself.

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Let’s talk about Chen Xiao himself. He has already mentioned his all-encompassing but extremely impractical head. Let’s talk about this body... This body is really nothing to do with the word “fresh”. The thin, pale, atrophic muscles and curved spine are piled up to form a thin, hunched image, and even worse than those beggars who are unable to eat.

However, Chen Xiao was not disgusted with this body... This is a very subtle feeling. Only a person who has lost his memory will have an understanding of it. His comfortable vision, familiar stride width, every inadvertent small movement and every subconscious command are very suitable for his body. He can simulate the feeling of facing the wind when running, and he can also imagine the body movements when protecting key parts when being beaten. If you stretch out your arms, you should be so far, and if you jump up, you should be so high. This is a habit that has been formed over a long time. It is integrated into the depths of consciousness and will not change much as the memory disappears.

This shows that at this moment, you should be yourself. This is a very awkward sentence, but everyone should understand what it means

But, there are also differences

For example, the two scars on the corner of the mouth...

From the corner of the mouth, it extends all the way to the cheeks, and can even reach the ears as the muscles stretch. These two scars... are awkward and uncomfortable. When you speak, eat, look in the mirror, it should not belong to your body at all, but for some reason, it is closely integrated with you, like some kind of totem that cannot be thrown away, imprinted on your face, and even the powerful healing ability of the repair warehouse cannot eliminate it.

The same awkwardness was also the movement of licking the lips, the occasional subconscious smile, and the idleness and boredom that he always chewed his tongue for no reason...and so on, although he did these movements without any sense of incongruity...but he knew that these did not belong to him, but were traces left by an invisible force that secretly penetrated into his soul.

"Who am I...the hell?"

Or

"I...or isn't it just me?"

Chen Xiao has been exploring this issue for a while.

The first time... I was still a so-called "volunteer", at the entrance of the orphanage... It was a gap in memory. Before a trance, everything was normal, and after that, my hand was almost broken. At that time, he attributed this to his mental illness attack.

Next, in the Foundation's D-level containment area, the old man who had never shown his face again, and the sharply reduced number of guards, Chen Xiao could not have noticed these details, and he is now very sure that these... are all related to him.

The exploded wall on the top floor of the Jinding Building, the huge eyes that opened in the flesh and blood, were stored in the way to send C-207 to the Institute of Abnormal Research. Something seemed to have happened in every unexplored mind restricted area.

These things... are all about yourself.

So...what did I do in those trances? He didn't find out anyway, and those records were hidden strictly by higher-level forces.

...... Someone doesn't want to let themselves know,

This is something that can be guessed easily~

However, it seems that someone wants to tell themselves the truth.

For example, the woman who hasn't shown up for a long time and calls herself a writer.

Chen Xiao was very sure that when she appeared in front of him again, many puzzles would be solved.

Hehehe...

He smiled softly, these things are unhurried. Wait a little longer, wait a little longer... Everyone knows that the longer you endure, the stronger the pleasure will be.

......

Sudden!

"Buzz"

Chen Xiao's cell phone vibrated

Immediately afterwards

It vibrated a little more

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz—————”

The vibration began to continue again and again, making Chen Xiao's crotch numb~

"What are you doing?" Chen Xiao muttered. He would not be immersed in this strange feeling, so he quickly took out his cell phone.

Immediately afterwards
Chapter completed!