Chapter 217 [Who Am I]

Name: Jane Brummel Norman

Gender: Female

Date of birth: September 1, 1994

Nationality: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

-- Of course, Chen Xiaolian remembers this resume and information.

Another name for Jane Brummel Norman is......

Miao Yan!

This is Miao Yan's exclusive number in this world, the English countess!

"It took a big circle, and finally it went around her body......" Chen Xiaolian was really speechless.

Thinking of dealing with this unfathomable woman, to be honest, Chen Xiaolian really felt a little numb.

The last time I saw Miao Yan, the blank space that was erased from the mobile phone recording undoubtedly left a deep impression on Chen Xiaolian...... This impression comes mainly from the deterrence of the rules of the system!

But...... If it's Miao Yan, maybe talk to her, maybe she's willing to take out the blade for herself?

Well, this idea is a bit whimsical.

"Let's try our luck. Chen Xiaolian's face was very solemn: "If she refuses, we should give up." To be honest, we are too far behind in terms of strength. ”

......

"Fuck me!"

In the gloomy room, Sasha sat in front of the computer, tapping quickly on the keyboard.

Only the light of the computer screens flickered in the room, and there were three computer screens in front of Sasha.

"Eat shit, idiot! you'll never try to find me. Sasha's eyes flashed with excitement: "Haha, these Brits are stupid, stupid! Here I, Sasha, is the greatest! I am the Tsar!!"

There were all kinds of carbonated drinks on the table next to it, and the leftover pizza was eaten, and the room was full of smoke.

After a while. Sasha suddenly stopped typing on the keyboard: "Found it!"

......

"Do you have the address?" asked Culkin in a low voice as he watched Thunderfox get into the car.

"There you go. Thunder Fox said slowly: "Sasha broke into a database and found the details of the target person. We'd better hurry, Culkin! The next random quest will probably be released at any time, and when it's released, God knows what trouble we're going to have. Maybe there will be other game participants competing with us, and maybe the system will spawn a lot of monsters. ”

"We should still have time. Culkin said in a deep voice: "No matter how anxious you are, you have to calm down!"

After a pause, Culkin asked, "What is the target person's name?"

"Jane Brummel Norman - a descendant of the Norman family, owner of the title of earl. A young woman. Lei Hu smiled: "According to the mission we have experienced, another holy relic is likely to be in the hands of the Norman family!"

"Good. Culkin smiled, "Then let's go to the countess." Hopefully she will meet our requirements. Well...... Be careful with our 'cargo', I don't want him to die sooner.

He's going to have to buy us time. ”

Lei Hu smiled and glanced back at the back seat.

in the trunk of the car. There was a faint sound of whimpering and struggling and shaking......

......

............

"It's almost dawn. The tire glanced at the sky outside.

The car drove down the street outside a British classical-style building.

It's almost early in the morning. In the distance, the sky was a little white, but the night had not yet left.

Silence in the streets.

Originally, it was a sparsely populated suburban area inhabited by wealthy people.

This manor-style building full of classical flavor is the place where Chen Xiaolian had been here and met Miao Yan before.

"What are we going to do? or do we just break in?" or ......," asked the spare tire.

Chen Xiaolian had already thought about it on the road: "Let's visit directly." She is not an ordinary person, if she breaks in or sneaks in, I am afraid that it will cause her disgust. If you can't be rough, try not to be rough. We don't need to set up strong enemies for ourselves. ”

So Chen Xiaolian got out of the car, walked up and tried to knock on the door.

But at this time. Suddenly, the sound of a car starting could be heard in the manor.

Chen Xiaolian immediately retreated and dodged.

The gates of the manor slowly opened, and an old black sedan drove out.

Chen Xiaolian dodged behind a tree. Although it was only a quick glance, I saw that in the back seat of the car, the countess was sitting in it.

The car quickly reached the street and headed in the direction of the intersection.

The spare tire in the car in the distance was also seen, and there was no need for Chen Xiaolian to greet him. The spare tire had already turned around and picked up Chen Xiaolian into the car.

"Keep up!" Chen Xiaolian sighed: "Strange, why did this nobleman go out so early in the morning?"

......

The countess's car was driving fast and seemed to be on its way somewhere. Chen Xiaolian's car kept chasing behind. Several times, Chen Xiaolian wanted to let the spare tire drive over to stop the other party, but there was a strange thought in his heart: This countess didn't shine early in the morning, but where did she go?

With this question, I followed it all the way.

The car drove away from the city of London.

By the time Chen Xiaolian finally made up his mind, he had already come to a remote place.

Chen Xiaolian took out his mobile phone and looked at the GPS map.

"Hagrid?"

He was stunned for a moment.

"Commander, it seems to be ...... here Graveyard. The spare tire driving suddenly opened his mouth and said loudly: "Look ahead!"

The countess's car had driven into a large metal iron gate, and inside was a quiet road. And there is a road sign next to it, which reads: Highgate Cemetery.

It's actually a cemetery?

"Keep up. Chen Xiaolian frowned.

......

Deep in the cemetery, in a clearing, it seems that a funeral is being prepared.

On the ground is a dug tomb. There are also prepared cross-shaped tombstones.

There are also long chairs around, as well as a small tall wooden table.

Obviously, this qiē was prepared for a funeral.

The countess's car stopped on the side of the road.

Stewart, the butler, got out of the car, opened the door, and helped the countess out of the car.

She was wearing a long black dress with a solemn expression. pursed his lips tightly, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes.

The driver was obviously a bodyguard, which could be seen from the dress and figure.

The figure is burly and strong, the muscles tighten the suit, and it is obvious that the outline of the holster under the armpit can be seen under the suit.

He was standing next to the car. Squinted and looked around.

"Wait here. Stewart, the butler, whispered, and then he took the countess by his arms and walked slowly to the cemetery.

Standing in front of the tomb, the countess's expression seemed to grow more and more sad, and some tears flashed in her eyes.

Then, slowly, she gently took out a rose, bent down, and stroked one hand over the dirt beside the tomb. He whispered a few words of prayer before gently throwing the rose into the tomb.

"I'm sorry, but I can't attend your funeral...... Your family rejected me, they said I was not welcome. So I can only come so early, while no one has arrived, to say goodbye to you in advance. ”

The countess's voice was very soft, with a hint of sadness in her tone: "I...... I've always hated myself, maybe...... It's all my fault. I've hurt a lot of people, I've hurt a lot of people...... You're the last one. I promise that such a tragedy will not happen again. I will not let innocent people die by me again.

It was like I was cursed. I hate myself for being like that.

Rest assured, though, I've been doing my best to investigate the matter, and it seems to be a bit of an eyebrow.

I'll definitely figure things out!

I'm here to swear to you!

You...... Rest in peace. ”

The countess said, tears welling up in her eyes. After wiping it off gently, he turned around and glanced at Stewart, the butler.

Her affection seemed to be very low, and it was clear that she was very weak at the moment. His body shook.

The butler hurried up to help her.

"Stewart, you say, am I an ominous person?" the countess's voice was weak.

"No, my master. There was a hint of distress in Stewart's eyes, and he said softly, "It's not your fault. ”

"So why did God let me suffer all this? I have always been faithful to my faith!"

"No, no, no, we can't question God. Stewart shook his head and said in a deep voice, "My master, this hardship will always pass. ”

"Will pass...... Will it pass......" The countess suddenly bit her lip: "Can I say this to Mr. Dawson? Can I say it to Mr. Hampson? Can I say it to Schmidt?"

Stuart simply shut his mouth, he just supported his hostess and walked in the direction of the car step by step.

......

The spare tire parked the car farther away, behind a bush.

Chen Xiaolian looked at the cemetery in the distance.

"What's the matter, come to the funeral so early? But there's no one but her. ”

Chen Xiaolian suddenly took a deep breath, he simply got out of the car and walked quickly towards the countess!

"Hey!!"

The bodyguard standing next to the car saw Chen Xiaolian, he immediately made a defensive posture, lifted his shirt with one hand and made a gesture of pulling out a gun at any time, and at the same time shouted at Chen Xiaolian: "What person! Stand back!!"

As he spoke, he strode over and stopped in front of the countess.

"Yes...... Is that you?!"

The countess saw Chen Xiaolian's appearance clearly, her face changed, and her eyes were a little shocked.

Her expression was as if she had seen a ghost!!

"You...... Why are you here?" The countess looked at Chen Xiaolian, and her tone was even a little panicked: "You...... You ......"

"Don't get me wrong. Chen Xiaolian shrugged his shoulders and said calmly: "I didn't mean to offend you, let alone spy on you." Actually, I went to visit you, but you just happened to be out of the house, so I had to follow you all the way here. ”

The countess's eyes suddenly became very, very strange!

She looked at Chen Xiaolian with this kind of gaze for a full ten seconds, and then ...... She spoke softly, and her tone seemed a little awkward: "Then what are you looking for me for?"

"Something is true. Chen Xiaolian smiled bitterly: "Hmm...... Are we talking here?"

He pointed to the desolate cemeteries around him.

A kind of warmth suddenly flashed in the countess's eyes!

This eagerness is like two flames!

She looked around, and she seemed to take a deep breath as well. I calmed down my feelings.

"Stewart?"

"Yes, master. The butler groaned slightly.

"I think I need to talk to this gentleman alone. ”

"Okay. The butler thought for a moment, and pointed to the cemetery, not far away, where there was a shed, woman, and perhaps you could rest there. ”

......

It's a simple shed. Presumably a resting place for the craftsmen who built the cemetery and the plants here.

Chen Xiaolian stood in the shed with the countess.

Although there was a place to sit here, it was clear that the countess had no intention of sitting down and talking.

There was no one around.

And the countess stared at Chen Xiaolian and said slowly: "You...... Who the hell is it?"

Chen Xiaolian: "Uh...... Huh?!"

In an instant, Chen Xiaolian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake!!

The last time I broke up with Miao Yan, Miao Yan said a few words to herself!

"I'd like to ask you to stay away from my exclusive number as much as possible...... When we meet tonight, I'm going to completely erase the memories of the exclusive number and purge it from the time you knew each other......"

Other words......

If Miao Yan had already amnesticized this exclusive number......

The countess in front of her. Should be...... I don't know myself at all!!

Miao Yan must have erased all the memories of the first time she knew the countess: the meeting at the elevator door of the hotel in Tokyo, Japan, and the reunion in London a few days ago!

Chen Xiaolian's face changed, and he stared at the countess: "You...... Don't know me?!"

The countess's expression was even more weird, she looked at Chen Xiaolian: "I don't know...... But I know you!"

This sentence is even stranger!

......

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian, her expression was very strange.

Then, suddenly, she opened her handbag and pulled out a few pieces of paper.

These pieces of paper are very strange.

Each one is a sketch drawn in pencil. It's just that...... Each one is just a part of a person's face.

Some have a nose. Some have eyes, some have mouths. Some have ears, some have foreheads.

Then, in front of Chen Xiaolian, the countess put these pieces of paper together.

In the end, a person's face is formed......

Chen Xiaolian recognized it with just one glance.

This...... Exactly himself!

......

"I've always had a strange feeling that I'm always going to have brief amnesia. This feeling has tormented me for many years, and I often encounter strange things. None of these things can be explained by normal sense. ”

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian: "I don't know who you are at all." But...... I just found these in my own home!"

Chen Xiaolian: "......"

"I can tell at a glance who the artist is in these sketches...... The person who painted these things is myself! I recognize my own style!

But oddly enough, I don't remember drawing these things!

I want to come and go, then there is only one explanation!"

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian, and her feelings suddenly lost her mind.

She grabbed Chen Xiaolian's sleeve. The body trembled slightly, as if there was fear, shock, excitement, and a faint ...... Seek help!

"The only explanation is: I knew you myself! And then I knew I might lose those memories! So I drew you and scattered them out and hid them, each one followed by a simple code that I only knew, to guide me to the next one.

In the end, I got all these together and spelled out your face!

Because......

I knew I was going to lose my memory, so I deliberately drew these pictures to remind me of my future self!"

The countess's hand holding Chen Xiaolian suddenly tightened, and her voice was even a little sharp.

"Who the hell are you, why did I paint you, what kind of acquaintance did we have?!and...... I...... Who the hell am I!!

Who am I!!!

Why do I lose these memories!!

What the hell happened to me!!"

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[Writing this, I suddenly felt that the role of the countess was actually really pitiful......]

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&...... (To be continued......)