Looking at the greenery everywhere, Zhang Luo thought about the gains and losses in his heart, chewing over today's itinerary. He became curious about Xia Zisu's identity, and at the same time became more vigilant. The other party knew him better than he thought, and he knew her better.
It’s not a good thing to know almost nothing and still don’t know good and evil.
Zhang Luo's eyes were rarely so serious. It was hard for him not to care about his father.
"mom?"
"Huh?" Li Qingdai, who was driving, tilted her head slightly, "What's wrong with Luo'er?"
"I will join the school club tomorrow. I don't know when I will come back, so there is no need to pick me up." Zhang Luo said.
"Is it really okay? To be honest, I'm very worried about you now. You have lost your memory and are still injured. What should you do if you get lost?" Li Qingdai's eyebrows reflected in the rearview mirror were filled with worry.
"Mom, don't worry! Isn't there a mobile phone here? I have amnesia and I am not a child. I don't have to worry about it even if I am an elementary school monk, let alone a junior high school student! And I want you to accompany me in the morning to try the tram, subway, etc. It sounds quite interesting.
"Zhang Luo lay down behind his mother's driver's seat and blew the wind out of his ears.
Li Qingdai turned away slightly and said angrily: "Okay, okay! Mom promises you, don't let the wind blow in the back while driving, it will make it ticklish! You know how to cause trouble!"
"Hehe!" Zhang Luo showed a proud and evil smile, looking so handsome.
At this time, Li Qingdai let out a soft "Hey!" and the car slowly slowed down.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Zhang Luo was a little confused and asked casually.
"It's nothing. I don't know when a fork in the road suddenly appeared. I remember that there was no fork in the road here before?" Li Qingdai said doubtfully.
Zhang Luo opened the car window and saw a "Route 13" sign. It was an ordinary asphalt road, but there were many dead leaves piled up and falling. The cherry blossom trees were also tall, and the leaves were dim and blocked the sky and the sun. It looked eerie.
It was so foresty. And at some point, the people around had disappeared, and the road was empty except for the mother and son driving in a car.
There is a problem, there is definitely a problem!
He was lost in thought and comforted: "Mom, maybe you remembered it wrong. Human memory is the most unreliable. Mistakes often occur.
Go to sleep. Let’s go. Don’t worry about the road. Let’s go home and have dinner. I’m a little hungry.”
As he said this, Zhang Luo immediately entered the words "Route 13" on his mobile phone, but there was no relevant record, most of which were not in this city. The more he checked, the more solemn his expression became. There was no record, not a trace, very...
clean.
As the car speeded up, Li Qingdai said with some confusion: "Probably, look at my memory, I'm really old."
"No way!" Zhang Luo said in a childish voice, "Mom will always be 17 years old! The most beautiful woman in the world!"
Women are auditory creatures, so this kind of sweet talk never goes out of style, and it really made my mother giggle.
Zhang Luo looked back at the fork in the road: "You can encounter this kind of thing on your way home. It's still broad daylight. I hope it's just a coincidence."
He muttered a few words and didn't take it too seriously. After all, it's just a road. As long as you don't risk your life, there shouldn't be any danger. But it can appear during the day, which makes people worried about the current situation. Forget it, he will take the tram tomorrow anyway.
After returning home, this road will give those people from the administration a headache. The ghosts Zhang Luo has encountered so far are all harmless and frightening things, so he doesn't pay special attention to such things.
My cognition is also vague and frightening, and I don't know what the meaning of that road is.
"By the way, Luo'er, why do you always know some useless things?" Li Qingdai asked curiously.
Zhang Luo's face darkened as he turned around. What does "always know some useless things" mean? Mom, I was just praising you? You're going to tear me down in the blink of an eye. Also, isn't this useful?
He rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue, and said perfunctorily: "Probably only the storage area for important things is broken."
Li Qingdai was hesitant to say anything. In fact, the doctor told her son that Zhang Luo was only injured on the forehead, and at most the cerebellum, which is responsible for movement, was affected. However, there was nothing wrong with Zhang Luo's motor function. Why he lost his memory was also a puzzling matter for the doctor.
The problem can only be explained by being frightened and stimulated, or escaping from past memories. The doctor originally suggested that Li Qingdai see a psychiatrist for guidance, but Li Qingdai herself was also tortured by ghosts at the time, so she ignored it.
Now. Now, she is a little worried.
Well, it seems that this son is not bad, no, he should be much better. Everything... depends on God's will.
Zhang Luo didn't know how much his mother was thinking. He was still thinking about his father. Zhang Luo suspected that there was a 50% chance that Xia Zisu was doing it for the ancient book in his hand.
This probability is already very high. The main reason is that Zhang Luo doesn't know where Xia Zisu knew that he had the ancient book. The most likely possibility is the Abnormal Events Bureau, but Zhang Luo does not dare to contact the Abnormal Events Bureau to investigate, which leads to
This caused his own passivity. The supernatural research club that Xia Zisu wanted him to join was probably related to her purpose, and it was also supernatural.
She is just a junior high school student. What does she want to know, what does she want to solve, or what does she want to get? Or is someone instructing her? These are all possibilities, and they lead to questions and lead to different results. Similarly,
The Highway 13 he saw tonight was also a coincidence. He slowly thought about it in the car and made the connection. He even had a bold idea, whether it was an organization trying to seduce him.
If you were a state agency, you would definitely bring people like Zhang Luo into your system for control, and similarly, there should also be organizations with unknown purposes coming to your door.
Ancient books are a huge whirlpool, which is a source of instability for this modern technological society and will disturb the calm lake surface. He has long realized that. But there are hundreds of the same whirlpools around the world, which makes the originally unstable world even more turbulent.
, especially the Sun Islands, the famous notes have revealed everything.
But it's one thing to understand your situation, and another thing to do what you do. Zhang Luo can't find a way to escape from the whirlpool, and the ancient book itself is not powerful. What are they? It's better to just give it to him
The technique or system is simple and easy to understand. There is not even a tutorial for beginners. It is simply a trap.
So Zhang Luo is now facing a very embarrassing situation. He may be surrounded by big guys hiding in the dark. He, a little sheep, clearly knows that he is being targeted by a group of predators, but he still has to pretend not to see it and eat grass slowly.
, it seems that there is no point other than fattening yourself up.