Yan Hongzhi finally calmed down.

He didn't say anything to the hypnotist and Kim Cheol-so, went back to the ward, changed into his clothes, and left the hospital with Kim Cheol-so.

Yim Hong-sik sent Kim Cheol-so downstairs to the apartment, told him to go home and wait for him, and drove away.

Kim Cheol-so looked at the speeding car with worry written on his face.

Yan Hong-sik still vividly remembered the dejected appearance of losing his soul in the hospital just now, and Kim Cheol-so knew that something must have happened, but Yan Hong-sik obviously didn't want him to worry, let alone let him get involved.

However, Kim Cheol-so couldn't put his mind at ease, he was really worried that something would happen to Yim Hong-sik again.

Before the car disappeared from sight, Kim Cheol-so suddenly pulled his legs and chased after him.

Yim Hong-sik drove to the office building of Hana Bank, then took the elevator straight to the chairman's office on the 16th floor, and pushed the door straight in.

Yan Haozhen, the chairman of the Hana Bank and the father of Yan Hong-sik, was sitting behind his desk explaining his business to Secretary Kim, when he suddenly saw his son, whom he had not seen for a long time, break in, and immediately showed displeasure and waved his hand to send Secretary Kim out.

"What are you doing here?" Yan Haozhen said in a cool voice.

"I have one thing to ask you." Yan Hongzhi walked up to Yan Haozhen, looked directly at his face, and said straight to the point: "When I was eight years old, the nanny named Liang Meijing who came to our house to do things, do you remember?" ”

Yan Haozhen's eyes flashed with a different color, but it was only for a moment, and he returned to normal, lowered his head and casually flipped through the text in front of him, and said in an impatient tone: "Who remembers the events of so many years ago?" What's more, it's just an innocuous little person. ”

Yan Hongzhi didn't believe it, and continued to ask: "Does she ...... Still alive? ”

Yan Haozhen snapped his words shut and said sharply: "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly come up to me and ask some gibberish questions? Do you still have my father in your eyes? If you don't show up for a few months, don't make a phone call, even if I'm dead, you won't know, right? Get the hell out of here, I don't want to see you! ”

Yan Hongzhi stood silent for a while, and suddenly called, "Dad......"

Hearing this, Yan Haozhen was suddenly stunned.

The anger was still hanging on his face, and before he could subside, it mixed with a hint of sorrow that suddenly came up, making his expression look very strange.

Since Yan Hongzhi left home when he was sixteen years old, this is the first time he has called Yan Haozhen's father.

Even when he was a child, he rarely called him so affectionately.

After the death of Yan Hongzhi's mother, the relationship between father and son quickly cooled, even worse than that of strangers.

"Dad, please sue me, is Liang Meijing still alive?" Yan Hongzhi asked in a deep voice: "Do I have ...... Kill her? ”

Yan Haozhen sighed, stood up on the table, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with his back to Yan Hongzhi for a long time before he said lightly: "You still remember after all." ”

Yan Hongzhi walked over and stood side by side with Yan Haozhen, looking at the bustling city through the glass window.

"I saw my young self take a fruit knife and stab Liang Meijing like crazy, and bright red blood splashed all over my face...... She fell beside me with her eyes wide open, her face hideous, covered in blood, and she kept twitching......" Yim Hong-sik recounted to Yim Ho-jin what he had seen in the hypnotic dream, and although he had tried his best to keep his composure, his voice was still trembling slightly.

Yan Haozhen wanted to pat his son on the shoulder to show comfort, but he didn't take action after all.

"She's not dead." Yan Haozhen said calmly: "Although you stabbed her so many times, you didn't hit the vital point, and you were young at that time, you didn't have much strength, and the wounds caused were not deep, plus you found it early and sent it to the hospital in time, so that woman survived." ”

Liang Meijing is not dead...... This is a blessing in disguise.

Yan Hongzhi breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Did you find out?" ”

"Well, it's me. At noon that day, I accidentally spilled red wine on my clothes while eating with a client, and when I went home to change clothes, I passed by your room and thought about going in to see you. As soon as you push open the door, you will see Liang Meijing lying on your bed covered in blood, and you have already fainted due to fright. I immediately found someone to send Liang Meijing to a private hospital opened by a friend for rescue, and personally sent you to another hospital, and then turned back to go home, cleaned up the blood stains in your room, and then returned to the hospital to guard you. Yan Haozhen paused, and then said: "However, when you woke up, you seemed to have forgotten all the qiē, I asked a few words on the side, and you didn't mention Liang Meijing at all, only asked me why I was in the hospital and when I could go home." I consulted a few doctor friends around the corner, and they said that you have post-traumatic stress disorder, which spontaneously seals bad memories in the depths of your subconscious, and if you are not subjected to special stimulation, you may never remember it. So, I erased all the qiē about Liang Meijing, and didn't let anyone mention this woman in front of you, and buried this past completely. ”

Yan Hongzhi had mixed feelings in his heart.

Without knowing anything, his father, who had always been indifferent to him, had done so much for him.

Yan Hongzhi was a little moved, but this move seemed a little out of place.

Yan Hongzhi suppressed the strange feelings in his heart and asked, "Then what happened to Liang Meijing?" ”

"I gave her a sum of money to leave Seoul forever," Yim said. ”

He said it lightly, but Yan Hongzhi knew that the process should be far from so simple.

After a moment of silence, Yan Hongzhi said lightly: "Dad, thank you for doing a qiē for me." ”

Yan Haozhen glanced at him, moved his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Yan Hongzhi said goodbye and turned to leave.

Back in the car, Yan Hongzhi sat in the driver's seat and was stunned.

Although Liang Meijing is not dead, he is still carrying human life.

While remembering everything between him and Liang Meijing, Yan Hongzhi also remembered another person: Han Sun-woo.

In the pitch-black ruins, Han Sun-woo grabbed him tightly by the throat, and he stabbed Han Sun-woo to death with a fork.

Just like when he was a child, his self-protection mechanism was activated again, erasing this memory, but it was revived in hypnosis.

"I killed someone...... I'm a murderer......"

Yan Hongzhi closed his eyes in pain and shed cowardly tears.

He was so scared that he didn't know what to do.

He was just an ordinary man who had been living an ordinary life, and when he suddenly changed dramatically, he was completely panicked.

"I'm going home, I'm going home......"

He's going to hide.

Yan Hongzhi started the car, slammed on the accelerator, and sped away.

Desperate to get home, he turned the wheel and rushed left and right on the crowded road.

But he suddenly couldn't remember the way home, his heart panicked to the extreme, just a moment of distraction, almost crashed into a car in front of him, he hurriedly turned the steering wheel to dodge, but he didn't expect that a big truck was speeding behind him.

The sound of a fierce collision was accompanied by the screeching sound of brakes.

As the tumbling body swirled, Yan Hongzhi thought desperately, it was better to die like this.