Chapter 91 False Memory

Lucy is a person who has been in the adult club all the year round. It's not surprising that these two people are a good match, which makes it even more reasonable.

"I just said, when you first came, I thought you two were a couple."

The elevator door opened, and Lucy stepped out first, leading the two of them all the way to the innermost door.

She poked the doorbell with her long fingernails and saw that the door opened automatically from the inside. She consciously fulfilled her mission and left voluntarily.

Before leaving, Lucy gave the two a special wink and wished them a "happy evening".

It wasn't an ambiguous word at first, but contacting what Shen Ti said before, An Wujiu didn't consciously feel ambiguous.

Shen Ti was heartless, smiled at Lucy, then took An Wu Jiu's arm and led him inside.

"Good evening, Gabriel," Shen Ti pulled up a chair rudely and sat down as soon as he went in, "It looks very leisurely today, is it over?"

Gabriel was sitting on the sofa in a bathrobe, half an e-cigarette in his hand, and that pink explosive head looked extra fluffy tonight.

Of course he could hear the ridicule in Shen Ti's tone, "Yes, aren't you also very leisurely?"

An Wu Jiu didn't sit down and didn't want to talk too much, so he said straight to the point: "Maguire is dead."

He raised his hand and showed Gabriel the game panel of the altar, which showed the same player page, in which Maguire's avatar was already gray, and there was a red cross on it, attached with the [player has been eliminated] Briefly.

Gabriel stood up from the sofa at once, strode to An Wujiu, and carefully confirmed the news of Maguire's death.

"Really dead..." He looked very excited, raised his head and looked at An Wujiu.

From his eyes, An Wujiu read out the complicated emotions of long-term hatred.

“You hate him so much?” An Wujiu asked him.

The joy on Gabriel's face quickly faded, and it was a little gloomy again.

"If it were you, you would hate him too." He put his hand on the low table beside Shen Ti's chair, and threw the electronic cigarette on it, "I am just such a little sister, that bastard Maguire can actually kill her He was paralyzed and his entire lower body was unconscious, and he is still being raised in a private hospital, waiting for the latest artificial spine to be transplanted in the second half of the year."

While speaking, Gabriel couldn't help sighing, "If I had known that this bastard dared to do something, I would have broken his leg when they were first together. He was still carrying his life on his back, hit and ran, and is now a victim. The family is still looking for him."

Gabriel sneered, "Just to die like this, it's still cheaper for him!"

Originally, An Wu Jiu didn't feel anything in his heart, but now, when he heard Gabriel say this, he couldn't help but sympathize with the man in front of him.

"Let's not talk about that. The first time I saw the two of you, I knew that you had the ability to fight him to death."

"It doesn't count." An Wu Jiu whispered, "He just died at the hands of his allies."

"It's also because he's too stupid and arrogant himself."

Gabriel's room has a floor-to-ceiling window on the south side, An Wujiu didn't notice it last time, but this time he saw the firelight outside.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see an open space in the residential area, like an abandoned stadium. Someone was burning fire in the open space, the fire reflected on the ground, An Wu Jiu found that there were many red marks on the ground, like symbols painted by someone with paint.

The people in the firelight bowed their heads for a while, and stood up and danced for a while, very much like the sacrifice of primitive tribes.

Against the towering holographic projection not far away, the gap between eras seems to have been integrated into this land.

"What is this doing?" Shen Ti also saw it.

"Recently, there are some people who believe in cults." Gabriel seems to be commonplace. "It was broadcast yesterday. A man went crazy and set himself on fire in the square. Some people said that he had a prosthetic infection that affected his brain, and some people said that he believed in something. Messy teachings, self-immolation to gain new life."

He said contemptuously, "If you burn yourself, burn yourself. There are too many people with brain problems, and I wish there were fewer of them. Just don't harm other people."

An Wu Jiu looked at the people in the open space outside the window, they were so burned that ashes hovered above the firelight. These people made him involuntarily think of the copy he had experienced.

"It turns out that some people really believe in cults, and technology has already developed so much."

"Of course." Gabriel shook his head, "Didn't you realize that the more advanced technology is, the emptier human beings will be? Everyone has been eroded by technology. People are not like people, and machines are not like machines. I don't know what to live for or how to live. .Once there is no hope in life, either you will die, or you will find a hope for yourself.”

He also looked at the group of people in the open space, only to feel that they were pitiful.

"When the emptiness is the most, people are most likely to be taken advantage of by the so-called beliefs."

"How can God have the time to save them?" Gabriel sneered, "Maybe they are waiting for them to sacrifice and resurrect these so-called false gods and evil gods."

An Wujiu was silent, he actually agreed with Gabriel's words in his heart.

He didn't believe that there really was a god. If there was, they would not be moved when they saw the miserable believers.

So are they blessing these people who ask for asylum, or are they taking advantage of them.

After talking about this, Gabriel consciously said that he was far away, picked up the electronic cigarette again, stuffed it into his mouth, took a breath, and exhaled blue-purple smoke.

Shen Ti raised his hand to fan the cigarette, and blue-purple smoke floated around his head.

"Speaking of which, I asked an acquaintance about your mother." Gabriel sat down and made another gesture to An Wujiu, indicating that he should sit down too.

An Wu Jiu listened to him and sat next to Shen Ti, only to hear Gabriel sigh, and a bad premonition immediately formed in his heart.

"My mother, she..." An Wu Jiu frowned, "Did something happen?"

Gabriel looked up at his face, only to feel that this kid was also miserable, and he cared about his family as much as he did, but he couldn't help it, and he felt a little pity in his heart.

"Are you sure you remember correctly?" He tried to make An Wujiu recall carefully, "She is really in the hospital, are you mistaken?"

An Wu Jiu did not doubt his memory in his heart.

But those images were all too deep, so clearly engraved in his mind, that he could even recall the faint lines on his mother's pale face lying on the hospital bed.

"I'm not sure." An Wu Jiu still faced the doubts in his heart.

Gabriel loosened his clenched brows, and was silent for a while, as if thinking about the words, "That's it, I asked someone to search all the hospitals in the city, big and small, public and private, all searched. It's over, I don't have the name you gave me."

"Isn't the real name used?" Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu.

"I also tried other things, such as age, race, and re-screened according to these criteria, but I didn't see any woman who matched your statement. I thought it was very strange, so I expanded the scope, not just looking at the list of hospital admissions. , but all citizens." Gabriel looked at An Wu Jiao, his face gradually became a little uneasy.

Seeing An Wujiu's calm face, he finally decided to tell him.

Gabriel turned the ring on his middle finger and projected a page for both of them.

"A friend found this for me. Look, it's your mother."

An Wu Jiu looked at the projection in front of him, there were a few lines of words in it, and there was a photo on top, the woman in the photo was about thirty years old, her eyes were dark but not focused, her black hair was tucked behind her head. Zhang Xuebai's face was almost bloodless, but it was very beautiful, very beautiful.

This is a bit different from the mother in An Wu Jiu's memory, he is younger, and it also brings back some bad memories.

Suddenly, some never-before-seen images appeared in his mind. The woman in the projection stood in front of him and set fire to the house they were in. Her face was reddened by the fire, and she was extremely beautiful. And he was burned in the fire, and the flames almost rushed to his throat. He was like a witch hunted in the Middle Ages, tied to a pillar and burned alive.

Shen Ti felt that An Wujiao's state was not quite right, so he reached out and covered the back of his hand.

"It's alright."

An Wu Jiu came out of the memories that did not belong to him, his chest heaved slightly, very restless.

Gabriel also felt strange to see him like this, but he compared the An Wu Jiao in front of him with the woman in the projection.

"If you didn't look so similar, I wouldn't suspect it was her."

An Wu Jiu stared at the few words on the projection.

At least the name is right.

But the woman above was not born with the disease that An Wujiu remembered, but a mental illness.

And she's already dead, ten years ago, by suicide.

Shen Ti frowned slightly.

how so.

He thought about many possibilities, but he never thought that the mother that An Wujiu had been looking for was gone ten years ago.

Turning his face, Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu, his face was still very calm and composed, but he just stared straight at the words on the projection, very unwilling.

But at present, there is no room for this fact to be turned around.

Gabriel also felt that the atmosphere was heavy. After all, he was also a person who cared about his family very much, but he was extremely bad at comforting, and felt that people like An Wujiao didn't really need comfort, so he continued.

"I don't know what's wrong with your memory, so I can only tell you according to what I found." The page jumped to the next page, "This is what I found, this woman's medical history record, delusional disorder, It's not really a serious illness, but she was sent to a mental hospital in the city, which has now closed down, and there isn't much information left. All in all, she chose to commit suicide after entering."

An Wu Jiu did not speak, and listened to his description quietly.

"That's all I can find about her previous information."

The page shows her marital status, but this part matches An Wu Jiao's memory, her husband is Asian like her, and they have a son and a daughter.

But these information are incomplete. There is no record of his husband's ID and specific work, including An Congnan himself and their children.

An Wu Jiu thought, if he is her son, then the sister who ran away from home in memory also exists.

But did she really run away from home?

"If you were her child..." Gabriel said, "you should have a citizenship chip, and you can get a lot of information with just one scan."

"I don't." In order to facilitate his inquiries, An Wu Jiu said it directly and clearly.

Gabriel nodded and promised him, "I'll help you find it again, it's really strange, you know, my business often has friction with customers, so I often check the property of customers, there are not many like this."

Shen Ti asked, "How do you say it?"

"If you have a chip, as long as you can find the ID, every transaction from your birth to your death will be recorded. How can people have privacy now? A person is just a database. Even what color underwear you wear on the bed. can find out."

Gabriel said it vulgarly, but it was true, and this was what made An Wujiu feel strange.

"It's the first time I've seen such little information, and it feels like it's been deliberately hidden or deleted."

Gabriel took another puff of cigarette, "But there are still many places to check. The closed mental hospital is a place to start. Don't worry, you can help me get rid of the enemy. Of course, I will help me to the end."

Just as he was talking about this, someone knocked on the door outside, as if calling out to Gabriel, saying that someone was making trouble below.

"That's all for today." Gabriel put down the cigarette in his hand, got up and said to the two of them, "You will stay with me tonight, I have prepared a room for you, and someone will take you there in a while. I heard that the altar The games in it are very dangerous, I guess you are tired too, just relax and rest here for a while."

Although Gabriel has the appearance and physique of a deputy gangster, he is actually a warm-hearted person.

An Wu Jiu couldn't help him, and thought that he and Shen Ti couldn't even stay in a hotel, so going to Yang Erci's place now would be a distraction, Gabriel's place is indeed a good place.

"thanks."

"You're welcome." Gabriel patted him on the shoulder, and followed the subordinates waiting outside the door.

Less than a minute later, the person Gabriel said would take them to the suite came, it was a young boy with freckles on his face, which made An Wujiu think of Josh.

"You two, please come with me."

The little boy spoke quickly and enthusiastically. In the elevator, he kept telling them what wines and desserts were delicious here, but An Wujiu never responded, only Shen Tiying and a few words.

Until they went to the top floor, the boy gave them two bracelets, "801 is yours, you can live in 802. If you need anything, just press the button on the bracelet to find me, and I will come up immediately for you. You serve."

Shen Ti was originally a person who was hot on the outside and cold on the inside. Unless he took the initiative, he would be reluctant to fight, but he thought of An Wu Jiu by his side. Although he looked cold on the outside, he was actually the most polite and best. The person speaking, thinking of him, Shen Ti could not ignore the waiter in front of him.

"Please serve us some of your recommended dishes tonight, I guess I'll be hungry in a while, thank you."

The other party smiled brightly, with a little blush in his ears, "You're welcome, guest, I'll go down and order for you."

When the little boy walked away, Shen Ti heard the sound of the elevator door opening, and then turned to ask An Wujiu, "Do you want to live with me, or do you want to stay by yourself for a while?"

He knew that An Wu Jiu was in a bad mood, so he wanted to give him enough space.

An Wu Jiu raised his eyes, the dim light of the corridor shone on his face, making his facial features and outline appear softer than usual.

He didn't know what he wanted now.

But Shen Ti gave up waiting for him to answer, instead he chose to take the bracelet from An Wujiu's hand and put it in his own pocket.

"Didn't I say, you have to take the initiative to choose me."

He took An Wu Jiao's hand very lightly, clasped it with his fingers, then opened one of the doors and led him in.

The decor in the room is white, not warm, but it is very spacious and clean.

"I'm only with you, you don't have to talk." Shen Ti's voice was gentle, "Tell me what you want, and what you don't want me to do."

He didn't want to pretend to be good at loving in front of An Wu Jiao, he was not, and he was afraid of making mistakes, so he needed An Wu Jiao's guidance.

Seeing the concentration and tenderness on Shen Ti's face, An Wu Jiu suddenly thought of the way he first saw him.

It's hard to imagine that this person is now completely his own.

An Wu Jiu didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and unbuttoned Shen Ti's windbreaker.

Shen Ti felt a little tight in his back for a moment.

He didn't know it was nervousness.

But An Wu Jiu just unbuttoned his jacket, then stretched out his arms and hugged him.

He put his face in front of Shen Ti's collarbone and wrapped his arms around his waist. The whole figure seemed to get into Shen Ti's coat, escaping everything from the outside world.

At this time, An Wu Jiao desperately needed the close touch, the rich smell and the blended temperature to prove that the person in front of him was not an illusion.

It's not a beautiful bubble that was given to him and has to be taken back.

Shen Ti's heart softened suddenly.

He discovered a strange fact.

In the past, he couldn't understand why people were sad about death.

People are always going to die, sooner or later.

No one's life is precious enough for Shen Ti to feel sorry for.

But at this moment, he actually seemed to be able to feel the pain in An Wu Jiu's heart, like an icy river, slowly flowing from him to himself.

"It turns out that she is already dead." An Wu Jiu's voice was very soft, as if the wind would disperse.

When he learned that the mother he was looking for might be dead, his mind was blank.

He didn't know why there was such a big discrepancy between reality and memory, but it was.

Because of the memory loss, even the grief seems incoherent and abrupt. It seems that he should find out his background and why he lost his memory, rather than indulging in the pain that has been delayed for ten years.

But no matter how slow it is, the pain will still spread.

He couldn't help raising his hand and gently stroked the hair behind An Wu Jiu's head.

Shen Ti thought for no reason that he had met a mother with a child in a certain game.

So he imitated the way the mother coaxed the child, put his palm behind An Wu Jiu, and patted his back lightly.

This made An Wujiu feel that he was being cared for for the first time.

But the strange thing is that this feeling seems very familiar, as if he had received such blessings in his childhood.

However, he knew very well that even his memories were false, not to mention the illusory feeling.

An Wujiu raised his face and looked at Shen Ti's green eyes.

Shen Ti's left hand slid down and placed it on his waist. He lowered his head naturally and kissed his lips, very lightly, like a dragonfly on the water.

"You still have me."

Shen Ti kissed him again.

This person who was once world-weary and only wanted to die quickly, is now making a tender promise to An Wujiu.

"I will not leave you."