He was like a madman, crying and laughing in the heavy rain.
Jiang Che took a closer look and realized that he was actually just a D-level secret agent. In the Forgotten City, this kind of strength belonged to the lowest level.
Mysteries spread, and the busy and crowded streets soon became empty.
Heavy rain washed away the muddy road, splashing water one after another.
Jiang Che watched for a while, and there didn't seem to be any potential danger.
"Manzi, Xiao Meng, help me stand guard."
Xiaoman: "Yeah."
Xiao Meng: "Okay."
Jiang Che held the black knife in his hand, and the strange power roared in his body.
After getting ready, he walked up to the man.
"Ah...ah..." The man was still shouting and crying.
At this time, Jiang Che frowned and asked, "Do you need any help?"
The man raised his head, revealing a thin face, "Why? Why me? Why me!!!"
Jiang Che didn't ask what was going on, but followed the man's words and said, "I can help you forget these pains, if you need it."
"Forgot... how could it be possible to forget? How could it be possible..."
"You don't even know what I've been through, how could I forget!"
Jiang Che: "As long as you are willing, you can."
Jiang Che took out the glass bottle and placed it on the ground.
After unscrewing the bottle cap, a strange force enveloped Jiang Che.
Immediately afterwards, scenes of memories flashed before Jiang Che's eyes like a marquee.
…
He was born in a poor family. Because of poverty, his mother ran away when he was seven years old.
And his father, when he was eight years old, died suddenly on the construction site because of high-temperature work and continuous overtime work.
In the days that followed, he lived with his elderly grandmother.
Because of his father's compensation, his life is a little better off, but at least he can afford to go to school.
However, being fatherless, thin and introverted, he was always bullied by his classmates in school, and even his tutor became snobbish towards him.
At the age of twelve, he dropped out of school because he was falsely accused of stealing by his classmates.
Although his hardships did not stop, but intensified.
But the difficulties of life did not overwhelm him.
Even if he was teased by his fellow villagers, even if he spent all his savings treating his grandma, and even if his grandma passed away, he would live on strong and treat the world with kindness.
It wasn't until he was thirty years old that he thought he had finally reached a turning point in his life.
He got married and had a child.
And bad luck happened to him again like a curse. The child was born with albinism...
Because of the high medical expenses, his wife and his mother chose the same way to leave.
In order to treat the child's illness, he had to eat one meal every few days and worked day and night.
Today, he had been hungry for five days and wanted to buy himself a meat bun.
After all, he had almost forgotten the taste of meat.
But before he could eat the buns, a phone call came like a bolt from the blue.
His child is dead...
Died on the hospital bed.
One phone call was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He was completely devastated, leaving only despair, endless despair...
…
The memory show ends.
There was a cloud of silvery white mist in the glass bottle.
Jiang Che covered it and put it away expressionlessly.
At this time, the man looked at Jiang Che strangely and asked, "Do we know each other?"
Jiang Che shook his head: "I don't know."
"Then I... wonder, why am I kneeling here?" He stood up, showed a smile to Jiang Che, and then ran to the side of the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
There is no danger in recovering memories.
For Jiang Che, he only saw this memory and it would not affect anything else.
But for some reason, Jiang Che felt like the breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't spit it out.
After standing in the rain for a long time, Jiang Che remembered a passage he had read.
"In the end, I still have nothing."
"And the reason for my collapse, in the eyes of others, is just making a mountain out of a molehill..."
The rain stopped.
The gray and white faded away, and the street regained its original color.
People were coming and going on the street, it was still bustling and noisy, and there was no trace of sadness.
Even the man just now was mixed in with the crowd, watching the acrobatics on the street and laughing heartily.
This is, Huimeng Street...
…
Jiang Che returned to the memory store and handed the glass bottle containing the man's desperate memories to the girl.
The girl gave Jiang Che five oblivion coins as promised.
The Forgotten Coin is also silvery white, as if it is made of smoke.
At this time, the girl asked: "Sir, now that you have forgotten coins, do you need to awaken your forgotten memories?"
Jiang Che did not answer, but began to think about the question again.
In terms of desperate memories, recalling the behavior of the store is not considered robbery, and it even has a sense of deja vu that it is doing good things.
That man suffered all his life. After losing these bad memories, even if he became disabled, at least he would not suffer like this again in the future.
Sometimes forgetting something is indeed a good thing.
When Jiang Che didn't answer, the girl asked again: "Sir, do you have any memories that you want to forget? We don't charge any fees for recycling the memories."
Jiang Che raised his head: "The memories I want to forget..."
Girl: "Yes, there will always be painful experiences in a person's life, right? There will always be things that you don't want to remember, right? As long as you are willing, we can help you forget these things. Not only is it free, but if your memory is enough
It’s wonderful, and we can also give you rewards.”
At this moment, Xiaoman's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
Xiaoman: "How about I help you try?"
Jiang Che: "What are you trying?"
Xiaoman: "If it can really awaken your memory, maybe you will remember the forgotten tips and main tasks again."
Jiang Che: "Then why should you try? It's too dangerous."
Xiaoman: "It's okay. Anyway, I have forgotten almost everything. My current memories are all related to you..."
"And even if there is danger, I am still at the taboo level. What do they dare to do to me?"
"Let me try. If there's no danger, you can try again."
Jiang Che shook his head and still rejected Xiaoman's proposal: "No, I don't agree."
At this time, Xiaoman's voice suddenly became serious, even a little heavy.
"Jiang Che...even if I beg you this time, I really want to recall the past, even if it's just a little bit, even if it's an unimportant memory..."
Jiang Che was stunned.
Suddenly I understood something.
Xiaoman has always wanted to get her beautiful head back. As long as she gets it back, she can regain her original strength and remember everything.
But the process of finding my head along the way has indeed been bumpy and bumpy.
The Illuminati's strength is far stronger than they imagined.
Maybe Xiaoman really didn't have any hope anymore, or maybe she forced herself not to have any hope anymore.
She used to always yell at her to find her own head, but it has been a long time since she took the initiative to mention it.
It is precisely because of this that memory has become a luxury wish for Xiaoman...
"good."
Jiang Che handed the girl a forgetting coin and said, "I need a service to wake up my memory, not my memory, but hers."
Xiaoman, wearing a black tights and a cat-eared helmet, walked out from behind Jiang Che.
When she saw Xiaoman, the girl was obviously stunned, but she quickly smiled again, looked at Xiaoman and said.
"OK."
"A forgetting coin can awaken a forgotten memory, but the specific kind of memory is random."