The Monster I Was Redeemed

My memory is messed up.

When he heard Yue Chongshan's words, Yang Xingguo was in a bad mood.

Wasn't Liang Qingyun right yesterday that he really should see a psychiatrist?

But if there is a problem with your memory, why did you not notice it before, and it broke out until today?

Is it intermittent psychosis?

At this moment, Yang Xingguo didn't think about the development direction of the movie's plot.

After all, if a normal adult finds that his memory does not match, he must suspect that there is something wrong with his brain at the first time, but not encounter any adventures.

"Are you at home now?"

Yang Xingguo, who has witnessed many informants being silenced with information, subconsciously rejects this method of interviewing.

But in order to rule out the possibility that someone was involved in framing him, he now only believes in finding someone to speak clearly in person.

It's hard.

"I've been here all the time. I thought you would come to me as soon as you came back, but I didn't expect you to go upstairs to your bedroom and then leave."

Yue Chongshan clearly meant that he was waiting for Yang Xingguo to come over to inquire about the situation.

Who knows he went home and turned around and left.

Yang Xingguo didn't expect Yue Chongshan to know his situation long ago.

Listening to his tone, it seems that the time to know is not short.

With all kinds of doubts, Yang Xingguo returned to the villa in Qiushui Manor.

Having lived in Qiushui Manor for more than ten years, the villa in front of him has long since become his second home.

But for some reason, when he walked to the door this time, he felt a little strange.

Yang Xingguo parked the car and entered the villa directly from the side door of the garage.

Boom, boom, boom...

The slippers stepped on the stairs and made a muffled sound, like his heartbeat at this time.

Yang Xingguo came to the door of the study and pushed in.

As usual, Yue Chongshan would make a pot of tea when talking to him.

At that time, the life and death of Xia Qiyuan were unknown, the hermit launched a massacre, and Li Yongming made an explosion.

Whether it was Yue Chongshan taking the initiative to comfort Yang Xingguo who was full of grief, anger and self-blame, or Yang Xingguo taking the initiative to beg Yue Chongshan to help.

Yue Chongshan would make a pot of tea unhurriedly and listen to Yang Xingguo's words quietly.

But not this time.

Yue Chongshan was wearing a Tang suit and sat upright with a solemn expression.

The tea set that should have appeared on the coffee table was placed neatly on the shelf at this time, and there was no intention to use it.

After entering the door, Yang Xingguo nodded towards Yue Chongshan and sat down opposite.

Yue Chongshan stared at Yang Xingguo intently: "Where do you want to start to understand?"

Yang Xingguo thought about it and decided to solve the biggest problem at the moment: "What is going on with my memory? Do I have a mental illness?"

Yue Chongshan shook his head: "Your body is very healthy and there is no problem."

Hearing this, Yang Xingguo frowned: "But my memory is completely different from the memory that others understand, what's the matter?"

If it's not that he doesn't suffer from mental illness, does that mean that what happened in the past two days is someone trying to set him up?

But what did Yue Chongshan mean when he said that his memory was disordered on the phone?

Yang Xingguo couldn't understand, and after thinking for a while, he raised his head and turned his eyes to Yue Chongshan opposite.

Yue Chongshan did not hide or play dumb riddles, and said directly: "There is no problem with your spirit. Someone used some kind of supernatural power to modify the memory of you and everyone around you."

Yang Xingguo was immediately dumbfounded.

I'm here to talk business with you, you tell me stories?

He looked at Yue Chongshan with slightly rude eyes.

That twitching expression was like saying again, it's you who shouldn't have a problem with your brain, right?

Yue Chongshan knew how he would react when he suddenly told a normal person something that only existed in comics and movies.

So he didn't justify, just silently stretched out his hand towards Yang Xingguo.

When Yang Xingguo was still wondering which game he was going to play, he found that something was holding him back.

Before he could react, the whole person was lifted into the air.

Yang Xingguo kicked his legs subconsciously, trying to make a sideways roll.

It's a pity that there is no place to borrow in mid-air, he looks like a mouse being lifted up by someone.

After experiencing the initial shock, Yang Xingguo quickly calmed down, waving his arms in the air as if groping for something.

The power to lift the body is everywhere, like wrapping him in a life-size membrane.

After confirming that there were no nets or ropes made of optical materials, he looked at Yue Chongshan: "Is this what you did?"

Yue Chongshan nodded and slowly put down Yang Xingguo who was caught in the three questions of life.

Now Yang Xingguo had to believe what Yue Chongshan said.

If Yue Chongshan used the way of lifting himself to lift something else, he might still think it was a pre-arranged organ.

But when he came in, he had nothing on him.

This can no longer be explained by magic tricks and props.

Yang Xingguo, who was relieved, did not immediately ask Yue Chongshan how he did it, but asked about tampering with his memory.

Since the superpower has been confirmed to exist, then what Yue Chongshan said about modifying the memory is also 80% true.

Yang Xingguo doesn't know if modifying a person's memory is complicated for them.

But after so many years, if a person, a former criminal policeman, can't feel any problem, they must modify more than one person's memory.

Judging from Yue Chongshan's attitude, his memory and even the people around him should have been modified to a certain extent, and the other party has also prepared a living environment that matches his memory~www.readwn.com~ It costs so much to modify his memory people, what do you want to do?

You can ask questions about super powers at any time in the future, but for now, it is still important to focus on the tampered memory.

Yang Xingguo's priorities were still clear.

"Who is the person who modified my memory? Why did he do this?" Yang Xingguo asked Yue Chongshan.

After years of getting along, Yang Xingguo knew very well that Yue Chongshan was not the kind of person who dominated desires.

Not to mention the desire to dominate, Yue Chongshan doesn't even need material desires.

Every day is to practice martial arts, drink tea, and do not ask anything else.

Yang Xingguo did not think that such a person would modify his memory for some reason.

A guilty look appeared on Yue Chongshan's face.

This is the first time Yang Xingguo has seen Yue Chongshan's appearance.

Yue Chongshan stood up and bent over facing Yang Xingguo.

Yang Xingguo didn't dare to accept such a big gift, he quickly turned sideways and walked to Yue Chongshan to support his shoulder: "What are you doing, old man? Let's talk about it if we have something to say."

"No, I'm praying for my inhuman son this time. My Yue family is sorry for you!"

Yue Chongshan refused to get up without saying anything.

The opponent is not only strong, but can also use some kind of strength to fix Yang Xingguo's body.

Yang Xingguo couldn't even help him, and he couldn't hide, so he could only bow down.