Yu Chiwan'er never thought that his mother Jing Xiaoyu was actually a human moth who came back from the dead! Moreover, she was still controlled in her consciousness, and she would only do the same thing as looking for her son for the rest of her life.

He had been trying to restrain himself before, not letting anyone know that he had remembered his mother, he didn't want to recognize his mother as a monster, he hoped that after he became a real human, he would return to the life of an ordinary person with his mother.

He was acting, but he didn't expect someone behind him to watch him act with a smile, and even accompany him to act.

The frustration and shame of being disgraced swept over him, and he suddenly had no hope.

He even threatened the voice controller, Lao Tzu will go and tell Jimo Qianmian all the truth, you instigated me to steal Jimo Zifeng's memory Blood Fern Stone! You instructed me to replace the real Yu Chi Wan'er to come to Fei Luochen and be a shameless spy for you!

He was filled with righteous indignation and gushed accusations of all kinds of crimes against the other party!

However, the other party laughed as always.

Who am I??

He was momentarily speechless.

He can't even tell who this manipulator is, how can he slander him and accuse him, will Mo Qianmian believe it?

At this moment, the picture of Jing Xiaoyu visiting him in Huquantan Mental Hospital suddenly appeared in his mind.

Jing Xiaoyu sat on the bench in the reception room, looking at the door expectantly, and there was a large bag of things she had collected on the table, which were used to help Cui Zhidong recover his memory.

Jiao Zhiyu walked through the door of the reception room, she handed over the things to Jiao Zhiyu, then said a few words of greeting, and turned away lonely.

This picture repeats itself again and again, the same picture on that day and time of the month.

Yu Chiwan'er's clenched fist pounded his head vigorously, trying to get this picture out of his mind.

The voice rang in my ears again.

Why are you so miserable, you are one step away from success, as long as you help me to complete one more thing, I will let you mother and son return to normal human life.

Wei Chi Wan'er's face was full of tears, and he muttered with a loveless expression.

Tell me, what else do you want?

I'll let you be the son of Jimo Qianmian!

After nightfall, it suddenly rained, and the whole Huquantan mountain forest was damp and dark.

In the mental health center, the lights in the corridors are cold and decadent, and the floor is wet and reflected in the miserable white light and shadow, which looks even more gloomy.

A golden moth flew down from the camphor tree in front of the hospital and flew straight into the hallway.

Suddenly, at the end of the corridor, several guys with blue faces and striped hospital gowns stood there, the bleak overhead lights cast a deep black shadow, the leader held a moth trap net in his hand, and a long wooden stick in his hand next to him, and the group showed a weird and terrifying smile when they saw the moth flying over.

Haha, catch him!

The leader held up the moth trap and said in a strange voice.

A group of people chirped and screamed.

The golden moth stopped in the air and immediately turned back and flew higher.

"Hey, you guys hurry up and get me back to the room! Do you want me to tell the head nurse!" Mao Xiaoli appeared at the staircase and scolded sharply. When several people saw Mao Xiaoli, they fled around like rats in the gutter one by one, and disappeared into the corridor in one fell swoop.

Mao Xiaoli looked at the moth and walked straight down the stairs.

The moth, parked behind the monitor near the staircase, turned into Ai Mingtai, hooked one foot on the beam, one hand propped up on the ceiling, and after mastering the balance, the other hand slowly turned the camera to face the wall next to it.

Then he turned into a moth and followed Mao Xiao.

When he arrived at the door of Jimo Zifeng's observation room, Mao Xiaoli pointed to the room, and the moth flew in and turned the cameras inside.

Jimo Zifeng was lying on the hospital bed, watching the two people sneak into the ward quietly, Mao Xiaoli smiled at Jimozi Feng and made a mouth-pulling expression, Jimo Zifeng immediately repeated this action, and smirked understandingly.

You carry him through the underground passageway. Mao Xiaoli said in colloquial language.

Ai Mingtai looked at Jimo Zifeng with disgust, with an incredulous expression.

Mao Xiaoli glanced at Ai Mingtai hatefully, helped Jimo Zifeng up, and Ai Mingtai reluctantly bowed down.

Mao Xiao stood in front to lead the way, and Ai Mingtai followed closely behind Jimo Zifeng, and they passed through the underground passage, towards the most secret exit of the Huquantan Mental Health Center, and then entered a tunnel.

The tunnel is long and dark, there is sporadic light in front, and it is pitch black in the back, Ai Mingtai can hardly see Mao Xiaoli in front of him, Mao Xiaoli took out a glow-in-the-dark hairpin from his pocket and said in a low voice, just follow this fluorescent green dot, don't make a sound.

In the dark, Ai Mingtai obediently followed the fluorescent green dots of the first two, I don't know how long they walked, and gradually saw a glimmer of light at the mouth of the tunnel, they quickened their pace to reach the mouth of the tunnel, and a car was parked in between, and it was Mu Weifei who was waiting anxiously on the car.

Mu Weifei saw the figure floating at the mouth of the tunnel from a distance, so he hurriedly ignited and started, and the car roared and sprayed exhaust gases, ready to go.

As soon as she arrived at the car, Mao Xiaoli hurriedly asked.

Mu Weifei didn't look at Mao Xiaoli, and ordered Ai Mingtai to put the sleeping Jimo Zifeng in the back seat, and before Ai Mingtai sat firmly in the co-pilot, Mu Weifei stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, the rear tire splashed mud high, and the car jolted away in the rain.

Mao Xiaoli dragged her tired body home, the black lights in the house were blind, she hurriedly opened the curtain of the partition in the bedroom of the fifth balcony, and saw her five-year-old daughter sleeping peacefully on the bed.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier.

Lin Xiuze squatted on the ground in a raincoat, digging the soil on the ground with his bare hands, and after a while, the ashes of Hei Youzi wrapped in cloth appeared in the pit.

He quickly took it out, wiped the muddy water on it, put it in a plastic bag, and put him in the inner pocket.

Lin Xiuze got into the car, and the car secretly drove away from the top of Guanyuan Mountain.

Lin Xiuze, I can sense my physical body! Mu Weifei should have rescued my physical body! That is, Mo Zifeng suddenly said excitedly.

Great, then you hurry up and go back to your body!" Lin Xiuze hurriedly said.

The brain contained the consciousness of two people, and the brain activity was extremely active, which made him tired all day long.

In the head, the consciousness of Jimo Zifeng dominates the body, and the consciousness of Lin Xiuze dominates the body, which is lively now, the two consciousnesses often debate and quarrel in their heads, a mouth will be the tone of Jimo Zifeng, and the tone of Lin Xiuze, he is like schizophrenia, one person plays two roles, often asks and answers himself, and sometimes quarrels.