Lu Jiayin, who was deeply immersed in Jingmo's memory, saw a pair of hands dripping with blood. Those were exactly Jingmo's hands, but those hands were still intact at that time, without those hideous scars at all.
In front of Jingmo at that time, there lay a skeletal man. The man's head was cut open, revealing his brain and a small, flashing chip.
Jing Mo's nimble hands held scalpels and other tools and were carefully handling the edge of the chip.
"What are you doing?" A deep voice suddenly sounded, making Lu Jiayin couldn't help but shiver down her spine. She saw a tall and thin man and the cold silver mask on his face.
Even though she was only in the memory, Lu Jiayin could feel a sense of oppression. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth as she looked at the man who appeared in Jingmo's memory.
"I'm going to kill you, kill you..." Her tone revealed her unforgettable hatred for Guimu.
Dr. Wang's voice rang in Lu Jiayin's ears: "Don't think so wildly, and take a good look at whether Jingmo has any way to remove the chip."
In his memory, Jingmo was not too afraid of Guimu. He held a scalpel and said in a brisk tone: "I am just trying to figure out how to successfully remove this chip without damaging their brains."
Guimu looked at the man lying on the operating table with a hint of disgust in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and whispered: "The smell of blood here is too strong."
Jingmo shrugged and said apologetically: "Sorry, Mr. Guimu, I will clean this place later."
He picked up the scissors and neatly cut off the yellow wire connected to the chip. The wire hidden deep in the head was not conspicuous and was intertwined with wires of other colors. When the wire was cut
After that, the little chip stopped flashing.
Jingmo breathed a long sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. He said quite proudly: "Huh, luckily there was no danger. Mr. Guimu, you see, as long as this is done, everything can go smoothly."
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Guimu didn't seem interested in all this. He picked up a white cloth and covered the man's thin body. "You don't have to know how to remove this chip, you just need to know how to put it into someone else's brain."
That's fine. I just need these people to obey me and never betray me. You don't have to find a way out for these people."
At this moment, Lu Jiayin's brows were furrowed and her forehead was sweating. She was deeply immersed in that extremely real memory. Doctor Wang stood beside her, observing the changes in her expression. He urged with some urgency: "Little guy,
Come on, tell me what you saw?"
After Lu Jiayin heard his voice, her consciousness gradually became clearer. Those past scenes belonging to Jingmo gradually faded in her mind. When she calmed down again, she saw Jingmo's painful face.
Jingmo curled up on the ground, still holding his bleeding calf. He kept moaning, and his thin clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Lu Jiayin looked at Dr. Wang with an expectant look on his face and murmured: "First cut off the yellow line in the skull, then the chip should be removed safely."
"Are you sure? Take a closer look to make sure there are no mistakes." Dr. Wang couldn't help but be ecstatic.
Lu Jiayin's cold little hand was still touching Jingmo's forehead. She saw Guimu's figure appearing in front of her again in a trance, but the scene had changed. Guimu was standing in front of the desk, gently wiping Luo Jiayin's forehead.
Shan's posthumous photo.
At that time, Jingmo walked over step by step, and the ghostly figure became more and more clear in Lu Jiayin's mind. "How is Wei Shan recovering? Is he still feeling unwell? Will he still have nightmares all day long?
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Guimu's tone was full of concern for his son. It's hard to imagine that he would be so cold and harsh to the red-headed man now.
Jingmo answered respectfully: "The young master's mood has stabilized a lot now. But his body is still very weak."
Guimu asked: "Is he still so groggy that he can't even remember his name?"
"Don't worry, he is probably just confused from the fever..." Jingmo's voice was slightly uneasy. Compared with the previous memory, he was obviously more in awe of Guimu at that time.
"Are you confused by the fever? Do you really think Weishan just has a cold and a fever?" Guimu sneered and interrupted Jingmo. He clenched his fists and his wide eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. "It must be Lu Zhan who is right.
I am dissatisfied, so I want to vent my resentment on my son. Not only does he want to secretly destroy Weishan's body, but he also wants to rob his memory and make him forget me as his father. He must
He wants to drive a wedge between me and my son."
Jingmo said anxiously: "Sir, are you worrying too much? Lu Zhan should not be so bold."
"Do you still want to excuse him?" Guimu suddenly raised his hand and angrily knocked over the tea cup on the table. The tea that splashed out stained the picture frame on the table.
Guimu quickly and carefully held up Luo Shan's posthumous photo, gently wiped the photo frame with a handkerchief, and whispered: "I'm sorry, Shanshan, did I scare you?" It looked like he was talking to himself.
It's really a bit crazy to go up there.
Lu Jiayin found that her eyes were focused on the floor, and she could still feel that Jingmo's body was shaking slightly at that time. At that time, Jingmo was startled by the suddenly angry ghost eyes, and he could only lower his head and stare at the floor.
He didn't even dare to take a breath.
Guimu put the photo frame back on the table. He turned around slowly and said: "Jingmo, answer me honestly, have you contacted Lu Zhan recently? For everything he has done,
Do you know everything in mind?"
Lu Jiayin heard a "plop" sound. At that time, Jingmo knelt on the ground in fear, and the cold sweat dripping from his forehead instantly dripped onto the back of his hands.
Jingmo quickly said with fear: "How dare I, Mr. Guimu! I have stopped interacting with Lu Zhan a long time ago. I have no idea what he wants to do."
Guimu suddenly chuckled. He wiped the sleeve that had been splashed by tea, and then helped the frightened Jingmo up. "Don't worry, I just asked casually. Look, you are so scared."
What's going on? Of course I know your loyalty. After all, your parents are still in my hands. Even if it's for their sake, you won't go against me, right?"
