"Xiaoyang Sect..." Liu Kunlun murmured to himself, savoring the Tibetan name.

"Your fourth sister's identity is respected and can be considered as the princess level." Fei Tianlai said regretfully, "It's a pity that Xiangba can't think about it and died too early. Even if he returns to secular life, gets married and has children, he is still a big shot in the religious world. A vice chairman of the National Committee of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference cannot escape. What a pity."

Through Fei Tianlai's answer to doubts, many doubts were resolved. For example, Wang Huayun's dissolution was actually a fulfillment of many unscrupulous difficulties. He was already a useless person and could not bear to drag Lin Rui down. Unexpectedly, Lin Rui was extremely stubborn and never married for her life. No wonder Wang Huayun pampered her daughter so much, but was strict with her sons, and always had a coldness that would keep people from thousands of miles away.

"I have two problems." Liu Kunlun said, "First, did you cure my high-level paraplegia? Second, how did Wang Haicong die?"

Fei Tian said: "You think I am a master of everything. You used to be paraplegic at a high level? That's very difficult to cure. If I can cure this disease, then I might as well help Wang Huayun cure the hidden disease. Wang Haicong is also dead. How did he die?"

Liu Kunlun described the experience of Wang Haicong's death, and then talked about Chris. Fei Tianlai thought about it for a long time before frowned and said three words: "I don't know."

This answer cannot satisfy Liu Kunlun. A person who can drive an amusement park spaceship is no different from Superman. There shouldn't be anything in this world that he doesn't know. Then again, where did this mysterious Fei Tianlai come from and what happened to the spaceship?

Liu Kunlun raised his own question, but Fei Tianlai said: "There are some things you don't know. As for who I am, this is beyond your understanding. I can only tell you that I am a race against time."

"Then have you outperformed?" Liu Kunlun teased.

Fei Tianlai spread his hands: "I lost, but fortunately this game has not ended, and I still have a chance to start over."

"The last question, when did I do?" Liu Kunlun was resentful of himself as a defective product.

"The embryo is a little bit second, but the finished product is not second." Fei Tianlai smiled, "You are even better than the best. You are good at it. Do you know why?"

"You invited that teacher?" Liu Kunlun thought of learning fighting skills from an old man who picked up scavengers when he was young. He was really an expert.

"Yes, the teacher I'm looking for for you. Your motor nerves have been very developed since childhood, and your body coordination and tolerance are good. Do you know why?"

"have no idea."

"Because I made a small improvement in your genes and wrote a code to put it in, just because I was worried that you would be bullied if you grew up weak and grew up. I didn't expect that you not only did not be bullied, but also killed so many people. History was disrupted by you. Do you know if you know."

...

Liu Yimeng decided to help Chunjiu Niang go home. This home is not the corn-top of Huluya, but her real home, the home with wooden floors and accordion, which is always sunny.

It is not easy to find a home because there are almost no valuable clues. Chun Jue Niang was abducted in the mid-1980s. More than 20 years have passed, and the original report records may have been lost.

Chunlei has a fountain pen, which is the Parker pen that Liu Yimeng mentioned. This kind of pen is a gift given to her grandfather. There are two words engraved on the pen: Yalan, which is probably the real name of her mother. So Liu Yimeng went to the Public Security Bureau to find an acquaintance to find out the missing persons back then. However, Zhan Ziyu, who was originally calling her sister kindly, was reluctant to help. Liu Yimeng knew that the human relationship was cold and cold. When his younger brother was a billionaire, everyone curled up with him. His younger brother became a wanted criminal. Who would recognize this sister who had no money and power?

Of course, there are still good people. Xiaozhuang is also a policeman. Their traffic police were incorporated into the traffic police detachment and have certain law enforcement authority. Xiaozhuang checked on the intranet and found that there were indeed missing people named Yalan, and there were a large number. There were dozens of people nationwide, but none of them met the age.

"Maybe it's a time limit issue. The cases in the 1980s did not enter the database." Xiaozhuang explained this and asked when he sent Liu Yimeng out: "Sister Four, how is the case of Brother Kunlun?"

"I don't know, nor do I know where he is." Liu Yimeng was a little vigilant. After all, Xiaozhuang was also a policeman, although he was a traffic policeman who had nothing to do with the case.

"It should be no big problem, it's just an economic case," said Xiaozhuang.

Liu Yimeng was suspicious, but did not ask. As far as she knew, her younger brother should have committed a murder case, and if it was an economic lawsuit, there was no need to worry.

Chunjiu Niang's condition is very serious and there is no time to allow them to search slowly. Liu Yimeng came up with a solution, the most direct way, to let Chunjiu Niang say the names of her parents' home address.

"Aren't my mother crazy? What did she say?" Chunjiu felt that this was a fantasy.

"Look for a psychologist." Liu Yimeng replied. She really found the best psychologist from Omi to treat Chunjiu Niang, but the doctor gave up the treatment after only once. He said that the patient's condition was not only a psychological problem, but also a serious brain trauma, which was an organic lesion, and could not be cured by psychological counseling alone.

As a last resort, Liu Yimeng had to take her own approach. Although she hadn't tried it before, she thought it might be useful.

Before the implementation, Liu Yimeng solicited Chunjiu's opinions. If she could wake up her mother, but she couldn't remember her daughter, would you like to do it? Chunjiu thought about it for a moment and nodded solemnly.

This method is dream hypnosis, and Liu Yimeng fell asleep with Chun Ji Niang's hand.

In Chunjiu Niang's spiritual world, Liu Yimeng is a God-like existence. This is a multi-dimensional space and time can also be shuttled back and forth. Liu Yimeng simply and roughly packed all the memories of Chunjiu Niang after she encountered human traffickers, which is equivalent to partial formatting of her brain.

Liu Yimeng didn't understand how he mastered this method, as if he was born with instinct.

When she woke up, she found that Chunlei Niang's breath was much more stable, and there was a translucent fluid on her head, but the color was a depressing black. She moved these black memories to a pot of flowers, and soon the pot of flowers withered.

When she entered the house again, Chunjiu Niang woke up and was still lying on the bed, her eyes were extremely bright, and her expression did not look like a destroyed abducted woman, but like a pure and kind female student.

"Where is this? Who are you?" Chunjiu Niang asked. Mandarin was not very standard, with a little southern accent.

Chunjiu swallowed her mother back to her stomach and said that this is a hospital. You have been in a coma for a long time. What is your name?

"My name is Kuang Yalan. I am a student of Second Institute of Technology. I am carrying out summer social practice. Who are you?"

"Auntie, no, classmates, we are... volunteers. You have been in a coma for a long time and your health is in poor condition. What I want to tell you next will shock you. Be mentally prepared." Liu Yimeng said.

Kuang Yalan felt her difference. She was extremely weak and had difficulty speaking. She raised her hand to look at her. Her arms were withered and her skin was wrinkled. She touched her face in surprise and said anxiously: "Can you give me a mirror?"

Liu Yimeng stopped Chunjiu from taking out the mirror from her bag with her eyes and continued: "You have been in a coma for twenty-three years, and this world has changed a lot."

"Ah!" Kuang Yalan was shocked, "It's the 21st century now, where are my parents and my classmates?"

"We will help you find it, and now you need to provide their name, address and contact number."

"Are there any paper and pen?" Kuang Yalan asked.

Chunlei handed Parker's pen over and brought another hospital payment form, asking her to write in the blank space behind.

Kwong Yalan looked at the date on the payment slip. The words in 2010 made her convinced that the miracle really happened to her. The facilities of this ward can also prove that the times are different. In her impression, the hospital ward is multi-person room, with white walls, blue wall skirts, incandescent light bulbs hanging on the ceiling, and there is a washbasin stand at the entrance. The floor should be terrazzo and the windows are made of wooden. However, the ward in front of her is as luxurious as a foreign hospital in the film, spotlights, water dispensers, epsors, and even plastic disposable hanging water bags are novel, let alone LCD TVs hanging on the wall.

There are two lines of words written on the back of the payment form. The father Kuang Zhiyong and mother Li Xiuru's home address are XXNan, Jing'an District, Shanghai. The paging phone number is only six digits. The second line is school information, the Department of Mechanical Engineering Automation, Shanghai Second University of Technology, student number, teacher's name, and a male classmate named Zhao Zhixin, which is also the paging phone number.

The pager phone is a special product of the 1980s. The public phone at the entrance of the alley can help you call someone to answer it. This thing no longer exists. The city has been in a state of great change for twenty years, and I am afraid that even the original address will no longer exist.

Liu Yimeng asked Chunjiu to accompany Aunt Kuang and took notes to find clues. She took a different approach and posted a post online for help. Liu Yimeng had another identity online. She had hundreds of QQ groups and supported countless leukemia patients. She was praised as a female Bodhisattva. As soon as the female Bodhisattva was ordered, countless people on the other end of the network line became busy and enthusiastically helped find clues. Soon someone provided a number.

The owner of this number is Zhao Zhixin, and he is now the chief engineer of a large state-owned enterprise in Shanghai.

Liu Yimeng opened this number, and the baritone was honest and confident. It sounded like a successful man from a successful career.

"Hello, who?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, I am the Affiliated Hospital of Omi Medical University. Do you know a lady named Kuang Yalan?"

The other end of the phone was silent, and Liu Yimeng could imagine the other party's surprise.

But the voice sounded quickly, and no longer calm and generous, but became anxious and excited: "Knowing, what's wrong with her? I want to talk to her."

"It's like this. Ms. Kuang Yalan was abducted and trafficked more than 20 years ago and was rescued recently. However, she was strongly stimulated and had consciousness... She only remembers what happened before, she remembers you, so we can find you. Do you know where Kuang Yalan's family is?"

"It should be found. I'll have a meeting later. I'm going to go on a business trip to Beijing tomorrow. This is how you give me a number and we'll make another appointment." Zhao Zhixin's tone returned to a confident and wise middle-aged successful man.

"I'm sorry, we can afford to wait. Ms. Kuang Yalan has not had much time left." Liu Yimeng was a little angry.

A silence.
Chapter completed!