My memory is messed up.

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

Didn't Liang Qingyun say it wrong yesterday, that he really should see a psychiatrist?

But if there is a problem with my memory, why didn't I notice it before, and it didn't explode 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, when a normal adult finds that his memory doesn't match, he must suspect that something is wrong with his head at the first moment, but he didn't encounter some adventure.

"Are you home now?"

Yang Xingguo, who had witnessed many times when informants were silenced with information, subconsciously rejected this kind of interview method.

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 and leave after returning to the bedroom."

Yue Chongshan obviously meant to wait for Yang Xingguo to come over and ask about the situation.

Who knew that he went home and turned around and left again.

Yang Xingguo did not expect that Yue Chongshan knew about his situation long ago.

Judging by his tone, it seems that he has known for a long time.

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

After living in Qiushui Manor for more than ten years, the villa in front of him has long been his second home.

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

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

Boom, boom, boom...

The muffled sound of the slippers stepping on the stairs was like his heartbeat at this moment.

Yang Xingguo came to the door of the study, pushed the door open and entered.

According to the usual habit, Yue Chongshan would brew a pot of tea when he was talking to him.

At that time, Xia Qiyuan's life and death were unknown, the hermit started a massacre, Li Yongming made an explosion, and so on.

Whether it was Yue Chongshan who took the initiative to comfort Yang Xingguo who was filled with grief, indignation and self-blame, or Yang Xingguo who took the initiative to beg Yue Chongshan for help.

Yue Chongshan would brew a pot of tea unhurriedly, and quietly listen to Yang Xingguo finish speaking.

But not this time.

Yue Chongshan sat upright in a Tang suit with a solemn expression.

The tea sets that were supposed to appear on the coffee table were neatly placed on the shelf at this time, with no intention of using them.

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

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, there is no problem."

Hearing this, Yang Xingguo frowned: "But my memory is completely different from what others know, so what's going on?"

If it's not that I don't suffer from mental illness, it means that someone has set me up for what happened in the past two days?

But with this explanation, what does Yue Chongshan mean when he said memory disorder on the phone?

Yang Xingguo couldn't figure it out. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and cast his eyes on Yue Chongshan who was opposite him.

Yue Chongshan didn't hide or play charades, and said directly: "Your spirit is fine, someone used some kind of supernatural power to modify the memory of you and everyone around you."

Yang Xingguo was dumbfounded.

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

He looked at Yue Chongshan with slightly disrespectful eyes.

That twitching expression is like saying, maybe you are the one with brain problems?

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 make any excuses, but just silently extended his hand towards Yang Xingguo.

Yang Xingguo was still wondering what to play, but found something holding his body.

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

Yang Xingguo kicked his legs subconsciously, wanting to roll sideways.

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

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

The power to lift the body is everywhere, as if covering him in a life-sized membrane.

After confirming that there were no net bags or ropes made of optical materials, he looked at Yue Chongshan: "You did this?"

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

Now Yang Xingguo had no choice but to believe Yue Chongshan's words.

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

But when I first came in, I didn't have anything on me.

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

Yang Xingguo, who had recovered from his shock, did not immediately ask Yue Chongshan how he did it, but asked about the tampering of memory.

Now that superpowers have been proven to exist, then what Yue Chongshan said about modifying memory is probably true.

Yang Xingguo didn't know that modifying a person's memory was not complicated for them.

But after so many years, if they want to make a person, a former criminal policeman, not feel any problems, then they must modify more than one person's memory.

Judging from Yue Chongshan's attitude, the memory of himself and the people around him should have been modified to a certain extent, and the other party has also prepared a living environment that matches the memory.

What exactly does the person who spends such a huge price modifying his memory want to do?

You can ask about superpowers at any time in the future, but right now you should focus on the matter of memory tampering.

Yang Xingguo can still distinguish the priorities.

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

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

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

Every day is to practice martial arts, drink tea, and don't ask anything else~lightnovelpub.net~ Yang Xingguo doesn't think that such a person will modify his memory for some reason.

Yue Chongshan showed guilt on his face.

This was the first time Yang Xingguo saw Yue Chongshan like this.

Yue Chongshan stood up and bent down facing Yang Xingguo.

How could Yang Xingguo dare to accept such a big gift, he quickly avoided and walked to Yue Chongshan's side to support his shoulder: "Old man, what are you doing? Let's talk about it."

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

Yue Chongshan refused to get up no matter what he said.

The other party not only has great strength, but also uses some kind of force to fix Yang Xingguo's body.

Yang Xingguo couldn't help him, and he couldn't hide, so he could only accept this obeisance.

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