A child who looked like he was only 14 or 5 years old opened his eyes.

"I ······ Who is it? Why am I here?" the boy glanced left and right.

There was also a man lying beside him, and when he looked closely, it was an adult male with a deep wound on his neck, but the blood had coagulated.

A child would have been shocked to see a corpse, but the boy just tilted his head, not feeling any uneasiness or discomfort.

"According to common sense, it's not surprising that I'm scared of the six gods now. ”

Saying that, the boy sat up and checked his body, and strangely enough, his body was not stained with any blood except for some rubbing on the ground, and on the inside of his clothes, the boy found a student ID, which was probably the only thing he could know his identity now.

The boy couldn't wait to open his student ID, on which there was a photo of himself, but the most critical name was crossed out under the photo.

"Strange, I'm supposed to live in modern times, why is this person dressed like a court drama?" the boy was a little confused.

"If I forget my words, theoretically even my personality will collapse, but I can still think calmly and have reason, which means that in my own subconscious, I should still know who I am, but this is a short-term memory, and I am afraid that soon my personality will begin to collapse. ”

"Before that, my primary goal was to know who I was. Stabilize your personality. Thinking of this, the boy looked at the corpse on the ground.

"Maybe there's some information on the body. He thought so, but the boy didn't move the body.

"I'd better leave the matter of the corpse to the police. The boy looked around.

It is a very small square room, surrounded by concrete walls, and there are some inexplicable graffiti on the walls.

"These graffiti?" the boy frowned, the graffiti felt a little inexplicable, because even if it were, the pattern would not look so neat.

"Wait a minute······ This is deliberately disconnected, and the graffiti needs to be reassembled. ”

Although he didn't know why, the boy seemed to know that he could do it, and closed his eyes, and the patterns painted on the wall were constantly reassembled and deciphered.

“······”

"Don't! What are you doing!"

The boy frowned. He pinched his brow slightly.

"You're going to die!"

"It's ······ Memory?" the boy was a little confused.

"There are three symbols in total, is that the last one that is unlocked is a complete image of this memory?"

The boy framed the last symbol in his mind, and at the moment of construction, a white light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the boy did not waver, knowing that it was just a memory of some fragment.

"Is this, an explosion? such a large area······ Nuclear bomb?" The boy opened his eyes after the white light, frowning, strange symbols, strange "memories".

The boy took a deep breath and walked to the door of the room.

"But I still don't know who I am. Thinking of this, the boy walked back and did not leave the room.

"Is there only one way left to examine the body······

In fact, the boy has some knowledge about this, generally speaking, the examination of the body is done by the forensic doctor, the search for clues is done by the traces, and the half-hung person like the "detective", who has to examine the body and search for the traces, is itself destroying the scene.

After all, if a professional forensic doctor adds traces of searching in centimeters, if this can still leak clues, then simply resign.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Policeman. ”

"Yellow race, male, 20 years old, time of death······ Eight hours. ”

"There are no signs of fighting, and he died by cutting his throat directly, which is not a suicide according to the wounds. ”

"It wasn't the first crime scene, the blood inside the body was drained. ”

“······ I don't have a mobile phone on me, I don't have any documents. ”

“······” Contrary to his wishes, the boy found no information about himself other than this.

"It's going to be tough······ I don't even know who to turn to now. ”

The boy thought for a moment, sighed, and was about to get up to leave the room when a chill slowly rose from the soles of his feet.

It was an instinctive gesture, and the boy immediately lay back in his starting position, closed his eyes, and when the boy had done all this, the door to the room was opened.

A masked man walked in, holding a boning knife in his hand.

The boy continued to pretend to be asleep, and the masked man walked in to take a look, and left the hut after seeing that there was nothing unusual, and as he was going out, the boy heard the sound of the door locking.

“······”

The boy still lay in place and did not move, and in an instant, the boy's brain exploded like fireworks, and countless thoughts exploded, even to his own surprise.

"How would I know about such a useless thing?"

But now doesn't seem to be the time to think about these things, after all, the masked man outside the door is not a good person at first glance, and he is afraid that he threw it in, otherwise the masked man's action of locking the door cannot be explained, and if there is another way to explain it······

"Someone came and he had to lock the door······ , not to prevent me from escaping, but if it was to prevent me from escaping, then he could have tied me up without binding me or anesthetizing me······ Too confident in yourself?" frowned.

"In other words, my amnesia may have something to do with him, since I was brought here······" The boy touched his head.

"Wounds from blows. ”

"Transient amnesia from a concussion? ”

“······” The boy was silent, how was he going to get out of here? There were concrete walls all around, the door was locked again, and if the other party just wanted to lock the door, wouldn't yelling for himself be the same as calling someone to deal with him?

The huge amount of thinking hits the boy's brain, and all the information is as organized as a sequence, different situations are constantly being promoted, and the forgotten parts are constantly being refined.

“······” The boy's eyes went from restless at first to chaotic, and finally to the ultimate calm.

"I'm a detective — I'm investigating this murder. ”

“······”

"My name is. ”

"Zhou Feiyu. ”

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