Chapter 68

Regarding the sequelae of this medicine, Zhang Wu was not worried for a day or two. Ever since he secretly recorded the drug number in the warehouse, he has been working hard to inquire about relevant information. After all, it would definitely not be something simple to make Shanhai Manor spend such a large auction.

Zhang Wu's source of information was mainly the information exchange with other colleagues during his detention. Later, because the new boss wanted someone, he was released in advance, and he also inquired about the information between the time when he went to the technical school to learn electromechanical. In addition, Zhang Wu himself has some personal channels. He found a few people who dealt with the pharmaceutical factory before the accident. Coupled with some rumors he heard while watching the scene before, his understanding of BSW991 can be said to be quite in-depth. The phrase "master" is actually a customary name used by the person who dispenses medicine.

That's why Zhang Wu was so worried about Qi Ji.

But the other party may not know about this kind of thing. After asking this sentence, Zhang Wu couldn't help but observe the expression of the boy in front of him.

Qi Ji's reaction was a little better than Zhang Wu had imagined, and he didn't show too much strangeness. He calmed down, shook his head and said, "No."

Zhang Wu still couldn't rest assured: "Xiao Qi, this question is very important, think about it carefully and don't rush to answer it. This 'master' is something you subconsciously think must be obeyed, and you will think it absolutely correct whatever he says. . Think about it, among the people you came into contact with after you left Shanhai Manor sober, is there such a person?"

Qi Ji paused, then said, "No."

Neither Doctor Zhao nor Pei Yusheng fit Zhang Wu's description.

"Will there be such a person after taking the medicine?" he asked, "I fell into a coma after I left here, and when I woke up, I was in a safe place, I don't remember what happened, and the people I came into contact with were all acquaintances. "

Zhang Wu didn't show any surprise: "You're not the only one, Xiao Qi, all the people who have used the medicine don't remember what they experienced when the medicine started to work."

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment: "All?"

"I can't say all of them, but the examples I have learned are all like this." Zhang Wudao, "It is because of this that the user is completely unaware that he has been tamed, and unconditionally obeys another person's instructions."

He did not elaborate on how the specific domestication process was operated. Even if he was lucky enough to meet the police, this kind of thing would still be a scar for Qi Ji.

But just looking at the properties of this medicine, Qi Ji can also guess.

He forced himself to calm down, not to be disturbed by irrelevant emotions like shame, and returned to the question itself: "But I really haven't met anyone like that. I just thought about it, and no one made me feel absolutely right. "

Even Pei Yusheng, who rescued him from the ring, didn't make Qi Ji feel that he had to obey.

"Maybe there will be exceptions?"

Zhang Wu was silent for a while: "If there are exceptions, of course it would be better."

But there has never been an exception in all the previous medication records - this sentence, he did not say it.

"Let's sort out the process," Zhang Wu said, "see if there are any parts that match, you just need to remember the parts you can remember, don't force it."

Qi Ji nodded: "Okay."

"This is how the drug works." Zhang Wu was serious, "After taking it for a long time, the nerves in the human body...something will be affected, I can't remember the specifics, I'll just say the straightforward ones. Wait until the end. Once the drug is used up, the drugged person will go out of control, no matter how you treat him during this period, it will not cause resistance, and even make him obsessed with this kind of treatment."

Taking into account Qi Ji's emotions, Zhang Wu avoided words with that color as much as possible, and his tone was always serious when he spoke.

"However, this kind of acceptance is not without bottom line. After a certain level, the person who has been drugged will be partially awake under the impact of the drug's effects. At this time, he will form a psychological defense line to protect himself, and he will also make some resistance. "

"During this process, the drugged person will imagine an image to protect himself, such as relatives, objects, etc., to protect him from pain. And the drugged person will completely destroy this imagination and let the People know that it is useless to expect others, and they can only listen to their own domination. This process takes about two months, and the person who is finally drugged will completely obey."

Another two months.

Qi Ji noticed this time. Zhang Wu's release also took two months.

But in fact, it didn't take so long for Qi Ji to wake up at the beginning. Although the effect of the drug on the body lasted for a long time, he was able to go back to work after more than half a month.

Qi Ji talked about this matter, Zhang Wu thought about it, and said, "There are also cases in less than two months."

"That situation is quite special. It was the gossip that I learned from listening to people chatting, and then I came up with this medicine." Zhang Wudao, "The person who was prescribed the medicine and the person who was prescribed the medicine were a couple, and the man gave the medicine. The woman takes the medicine, and when the woman forms a psychological defense line, she imagines that the person who protects her is her husband. It is useless for the man to break the illusion, and he directly makes himself the most powerful person in his wife's heart. It will be less than a month later, the woman He recovered and became obedient to his husband."

Qi Ji was surprised: "Since we are already married, why do you still need to take medicine?"

"Why? Of course it's for money." Zhang Wudao, "The woman's family is quite rich, the man is cruel and wicked, but he has no assets. He is a soft eater, but he will make the woman happy. But he can coax him. If you can't coax him for a lifetime, someone younger and more talkative will come over, and you will be able to get rid of this position in minutes. So the man thought of such a trick, so that the woman will obey him from now on, and she will not dare to talk to him. West."

"However, after the news spread, the owner of the pharmaceutical factory was beaten. After that, the money for the medicine could not be bought, so the only way to go is the underground pipeline." Zhang Wu waved his hand, "This is all for later, let's not mention it. Let’s talk about the effects of medicine.”

He said sternly: "Xiao Qi, this example is actually one of the situations I am most worried about, since you are awake in less than a month, will it be like this woman, who you may depend on wakes up? about you?"

Qi Ji also reacted to this incident, but despite this, he was reminded by Zhang Wu many times, but he still did not find this "shrewd" object that "conspired against himself".

He shook his head: "I didn't have anyone I could trust when I was awake."

Zhang Wu also frowned, he didn't expect this hypothetical enemy to be so secretive.

He tentatively asked: "Then imagine for yourself, in this case, who would be your first reaction to protect you?"

This time Qi Ji didn't hesitate: "My dad."

"Ah?" This answer made Zhang Wu stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it, he was suddenly enlightened, and he couldn't help but clenched his fist and smashed his palm, "Yeah, why didn't I think that it might be an elder!"

He quickly explained to Qi Ji: "You were rescued by the police, and you must have received treatment afterwards. Perhaps it was at the doctor's advice that your father was called to appease you. As your imaginary protector, he finally woke you up. ."

The more Zhang Wu said, the more reasonable he felt: "This kind of thing makes perfect sense. After all, it is normal for children to hear what their parents say."

"Xiao Qi, think about it, when you woke up, was your father by your side?"

Qi Ji's lips trembled slightly, but he didn't speak.

Zhang Wu recovered from his excitement and asked suspiciously, "Xiao Qi?"

Qi Ji smiled reluctantly and said, "It shouldn't be, Brother Wu, my dad has passed away for more than two years."

Zhang Wu was stunned.

After a while, he came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Well, I'm sorry, Xiao Qi, I don't know this..."

"It's alright." Qi Ji shook his head, indicating that the other party didn't care, "Just this guess might not make sense."

Zhang Wu asked carefully, "Is there anyone else you think can protect you?"

Qi Ji thought for a while, then shook his head: "No."

At that time, the only person he could trust was his deceased father. Although He Xiu was also one of the candidates, they had lost contact for many years at that time, and when they first met, Qi Ji also concealed something from He Xiu, and did not obey him unconditionally.

Zhang Wu didn't ask too much: "If there is no, then there will be no more."

He said so much to remind Qi Ji not to be dominated by others without knowing it. Since there really isn't such a "master", it would be better.

"As long as you're fine," Zhang Wudao said, "Actually, after talking so much, it's just one sentence in the end. Just listen to yourself when making judgments, and don't be influenced by others."

"I understand," Qi Ji thanked sincerely, "Thank you Brother Wu."

"You don't need to thank me," Zhang Wu waved his hand and sighed, "To be honest, if I hadn't met you, I wouldn't necessarily be where I am today."

Qi Ji couldn't understand: "Why did Brother Wu say that...?"

"You may not remember," Zhang Wu smiled, "I happened to be here to watch the day you played for the first time. I've played for three years, and I've watched hundreds of games at least. You are the best. A special one."

Qi Ji asked, "Because I look too thin?"

"This also accounts for some reasons, but it is not the main point," Zhang Wudao said, "The main point is your calmness."

"I have seen a lot of people who come to play games, some are gangsters, some are gamblers, and even some professional players who come here to earn extra money. No matter what their strength is, no matter whether they have a chance of winning, everyone here is crazy and irritable, even the audience Same, with a contagious excitement."

"Only you are different. You are so calm that you don't look like a boxer at all, and you don't fit in here."

That's right, indifference has become a protective shell for Qi Ji.

He smiled: "Maybe I'm more open-minded."

After all, he owed so much money at the time, and he was actually fighting for his life.

But Qi Ji didn't expect Zhang Wu's next words.

"Do you think about it? I don't think so." Zhang Wu said, "I have also seen people who are desperate and desperate. Their determination is different from your calm."

"I was very curious about you at the time, so I paid attention to it, but I met you who were waiting backstage after the game."

This remark also evoked Qi Ji's memory: "Is it the first time you talked to me, Brother Wu?"

"Yes." Zhang Wu asked, "Do you remember what you were doing at that time?"

This is not difficult for Qi Ji, who has an excellent memory: "I remember when I was... painting?"

He remembered that there was still a business draft to submit in the early morning of that day. After the competition, there was nothing to do in the backstage, and there was an abandoned publicity sheet at hand, so he took one and drew a draft.

Zhang Wu smiled and said, "Yes, you are just painting."

Qi Ji was puzzled, but what does this have to do with calmness?

Zhang Wu quickly answered his doubts: "I have been thinking about why you are so calm before. But when you were painting, I saw that kind of excitement in your eyes."

Qi Ji was stunned for a moment.

He heard Zhang Wu say, "I just realized that you are not always so indifferent, it's just that things in the boxing arena are not worthy of your affection."

Zhang Wu smiled and said, "Later I learned that you look so small, but you have been studying in college for several years, and I think you are amazing."

The people who come to the boxing ring are people who came out very early to mix, not to mention college students, even those with high school degrees are rare.

"At that time, something happened to me at home, and I managed to save up the 15,000-year-old to report for work, but it was all gone, and I became penniless again. I just wanted to forget it, anyway, I'm just watching the scene here. If you can make money, why bother to learn how to be an electrician." Zhang Wu wiped his face, "When I saw you, I thought, how can I give up when it's so difficult for a child to persist?"

"So I continued to save money while teaching myself."

Later, he was able to remotely control the power system, which was also related to his self-study at that time.

Qi Ji didn't expect such a thing to happen.

"When you talk, talk too much," Zhang Wu grinned, a little embarrassed, "cough, in fact, you are such a good child, and your future will be bright."

He patted Qi Ji on the shoulder: "I have a good time."

Qi Ji's throat choked, and after taking a breath, he said, "I remember, Brother Wu, thank you."

"No thanks, no thanks," Zhang Wu waved his hand, "What your brother Wu said is all in vernacular, and it's not nutritious, you can just listen to it."

The two chatted a few more words, and then Zhang Wu left. After all, he didn't know when his colleagues would come back, and it was hard to say when they bumped into each other.

Not long after, the colleagues returned to the villa and brought some skewers grilled during the picnic by the lake to Qi Ji.

Qi Ji thanked him and chatted with the gathered colleagues for a while before returning to his room. On the surface, Qi Ji looked like everything was normal, but in fact, his mind was always in a mess, thinking about it for a moment.

Something is wrong.

Zhang Wu had chatted with him a lot just now, but what Qi Ji cared about most was the "imagined protector" that the other party said.

Zhang Wu didn't know about Qi Ji's father's death, and Qi Ji didn't go into details, but once the box was opened, it was difficult to close, and he remembered a lot of things.

Qi Ji remembered that he was curled up in his father's arms, crying and saying that he didn't want his father to leave, but the other's warm arms hugged him tightly, and repeatedly promised that he would never leave again, and would never leave him.

Qi Ji also remembered that he was pestering his father to paint together. The two of them painted together from the afternoon until it was dark. At night, Qi Ji was so sleepy that he could not open his eyes, but he still refused to let go of the paintbrush and went to sleep. He was afraid that his father would fall asleep when he fell asleep. He would leave and wake up the next day alone again.

The other party coaxed him patiently, promised him that he would also paint together tomorrow, and carried him to the bed to tell him bedtime stories. Qi Ji couldn't bear to fall asleep, and woke up in a panic in the morning, only to find that his father really didn't leave, and he accompanied him to play in the studio early in the morning.

These memories are so beautiful, bit by bit condensing Qi Ji's thoughts of his father. This longing has been buried deep in Qi Ji's heart, and he has never thought too much about those memories.

But now, the memories related to his father were awakened in the conversation with Zhang Wu, but Qi Ji suddenly found something strange in these memories.

Not right.

There are many things that are not right.

It's impossible to cry with your father in your arms. Because my mother doesn't like boys crying very much, she has never allowed Qi to shed tears and let him learn to be independent and strong. He must sleep alone at night and cannot find someone to accompany him.

It is impossible to paint together for two days. When I was a child, when Qi’s father could teach Qi Ji to paint, he was on holiday for the New Year. He didn’t come back for a whole year. Naturally, he was busy visiting relatives and friends during the New Year. Every morning, Qi Ji’s parents would get up before dawn to visit the New Year’s tomb, or It was to make up for the new year's goods, and it was impossible to sit down and accompany Qi Ji to paint.

Besides, even if these are all put aside, Qi Ji still remembers the old house where he lived for so long when he was young.

——There is no studio at all in his house.

Once this suspicion begins, it cannot be stopped. The more Qi Ji thought about it, the more wrong it became. He even recalled what his father once said to him - you can hold your father to sleep at night, you can hold a doll when your father is away, but you can't hold someone else to sleep.

Qi Ji rested his forehead with his hands in a daze.

Is this what Dad said?

In fact, after thinking about it for a while, it became clear that this could not be Qi Ji's childhood memory.

Qi's father, like Qi's mother, always wanted to correct Qi Ji's habit of sleeping with things, not to mention dolls, even if he saw Qi Ji sleeping with the quilt in his arms, Qi's father would carefully pull the quilt out of his arms and help him. Cover it up.

Qi Ji couldn't understand.

Who is the father who said this in his memory?

Trance and confusion filled Qi Ji's mind, making him dizzy and unable to move an inch. He can feel that he seems to have pieced together a drawing, and he will soon be able to see all the truth, but this drawing is missing the most important part, making the truth hazy and blurry, even making people better than nothing. When I know it, my heart is even more itchy.

That night, Qi Ji tossed and turned, sleepless all night.

The next day, the group continued to investigate. Although Qi Ji completed the tasks assigned to him on time and in full, he was obviously a little nervous, and he did not respond even when his colleagues called him several times.

The plan that night was to continue living in the villa by the lake, but because there was no arrangement the next morning, after thinking about it, Qi Ji chose to go back to the Rose Villa.

It doesn't matter where he lives, but Pei Yusheng just worked all night yesterday. If he doesn't get a good rest today, his body will be overwhelmed.

He needs escort.

In order to take care of Mr. Employer, Qi Ji first pressed down the father who was full of brains.

When the driver took him back to the Rose Villa, Pei Yusheng hadn't come back. Qi Ji originally wanted to go directly to the second floor to wait for others, but was stopped by Auntie Lin, who had not left, and stuffed a bowl of fresh shrimp porridge.

Auntie Lin said that this was Mr. Pei's order.

After adding the meal, Qi sent back to the master bedroom on the second floor. He didn't want to think about it anymore, and even thought about going to see the three white cats tomorrow when he was drinking porridge, but as soon as he entered the bedroom, when it was time to rest, Qi Ji's thoughts drifted to the place involuntarily. matter.

Many of my memories with my dad relate to the night.

Qi Ji remembered that he was dishonest in his sleep, and always quietly opened his eyes to look at his father by the bedside. The other party noticed his little gesture, but he wasn't annoyed, he just smiled helplessly, and continued to read the gentle bedtime story in a nice voice.

In that low magnetic and steady voice, Qi Ji gradually slipped into a soft and fluffy sleep, but he still had to force himself to ask a sentence before he would fall asleep: "Can I see you tomorrow, Dad?"

The man answered him in a very gentle voice: "Yes, you can see me as soon as you open your eyes."

"I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

God, these conversations are too...

Nasty...

Qi Ji was sitting on the lazy sofa and couldn't help burying his face in his knees.

But it's too addicting.

It's absolutely impossible to resist.

Zhang Wu said that people who have used the medicine will completely obey his "master". No matter what Qi Ji thought before, he couldn't think of someone who met the conditions, and he couldn't understand this act of giving independent personal thinking to others.

But now recalling these experiences, Qi Ji suddenly understood what Zhang Wu said.

He really felt that the father who accompanied him was the best, the most correct, and the person who would protect him the most.

Qi Ji had never had any doubts about this. His father had passed away for more than two years, and a deceased person could not break the impression he left, so it was not until Zhang Wu mentioned it this time that Qi Ji realized that something was wrong.

The person who coaxed him to sleep and accompanies him to reassure him has been appearing in the image of his father, but the person who actually did it unconditionally was not Qi Ji's real father.

Then who is he?

The last piece of the puzzle could not be found anywhere, and Qi Ji was puzzled. What annoyed him the most was his uncontrollable affection - even in this situation, even if he knew that the other party was not his real father, Qi Ji still felt that that person was the best.

That person brought him the joy and peace of mind that he was most addicted to.

But Qi Ji didn't even know who the other party was.

Qi Ji, who was buried in his knees, breathed out a bit of dampness and dampness. Qi Ji, who was in deep emotions, finally raised his head slightly and took a deep breath of fresh air. The cool air didn't bring him much sobriety, but the act of adjusting his sitting position made Qi Ji bump into something soft.

He looked up and found the thing hanging down from the soft chair, a long line.

After staring at the thing for a while, Qi Ji was slow to judge what it was.

It was the cat pillow that Pei Yusheng put on the chair early yesterday morning, and the part hanging down was the cat's tail.

Qi Ji stood up on the chair, intending to put the pillow back on the bed to meet its owner who was about to return. Although his thoughts were in a mess, he still remembered the escort work he had to do tonight.

But just when he put the pillow face up on the bed, looking at the soft long cat, an inexplicable sense of familiarity suddenly developed in Qi Ji's heart.

What Pei Yusheng said yesterday suddenly flashed in his mind.

Mr. Pei said, ask Qi Ji not to hold it all the time.

Always……?

Qi Ji stared at the front of the pillow for a while, looking at the snow-white belly, the long tail, and the pink pads on the soft cat's claws. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, and the more he felt that something was wrong——

Isn't this the cat pillow that Dad said he couldn't accompany him to sleep for something to soothe himself?

It was at that time, he said, that he could sleep with his father or a doll, but not anyone else.

Qi Ji's eyes widened.

The more he looked, the more certain it was that it was the cat.

But if that's the case, why did this pillow come to President Pei's bed?

What is even more incomprehensible is why Pei always puts this pillow on the bed for so long?

While his thoughts were tumbling, Qi Ji suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open.

This time will come in...

Before Qi Ji turned around, he heard the familiar low voice.

"Qi Qi."

Qi Ji shuddered violently.

This short title rang in Qi Ji's ear like thunder.

... Qi Qi?

He had never noticed it before, but now he suddenly remembered that this was actually what his parents called him when he was young.

Not only this title, but the tone of the other party's speech is also so familiar.

as if those...

"I've always liked you."

"I'm here with you, and I'm not going anywhere."

In the blink of an eye, the last piece of the puzzle finally returned to its place, and something exploded in Qi Ji's brain. The turbulent memory flooded with turbulent waves, and the thin body was swallowed and drowned in an instant.

how is this possible?

How could it be...

Because there was no response, the man who had just entered the door raised his eyes and looked over: "What's wrong?"

The man's tone was still calm, but Qi Ji, who was strangely silent, shivered abruptly as if he was burned by the sound.

Before his consciousness reacted, his body had already made a quick choice—

Qi Ji jumped up and ran away, this time he really grabbed the door and ran away.