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"Captain Wolf?" Hearing Zhang Meng's words, Lady Na was also surprised, although from the existing information, the Zhang family has always hidden a mysterious hole card in his hand, and this hole card is even more mysterious than the twelve generals and military brothers. Because even the government only knows that it is a mysterious force, but what it is, no one knows.

After mobilizing all the strength, Ah Chen, the fat man, and lady Na all dispersed one after another, and several people planned to let Zhang Meng be quiet first, after all, the sudden death of the second elder of the Zhang family, Zhang Meng seemed to handle it very well on the surface, but everyone could feel a sentimentality after Zhang Meng's cold words. In the face of the understanding of several people, Zhang Meng did not stay alone, but found Zhao San on the rooftop.

The two of them were silent for a while before Zhang Meng spoke: "Third uncle." ”

"Hmm." Zhao San nodded.

"How many years have we been in Hong Kong?"

"More than ten years, right?"

"Seventeen years ago, to be exact, I was smuggled here." Zhang Meng smiled bitterly, then looked at the high-rise buildings in front of him and sighed: "But I don't feel that I am an outsider at all." It seems that I was born to be a Hong Kong man who grew up in this land. ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's inexplicable words, Zhao San seemed to sense a hint of signal, and pretended not to care and said, "Say, what do you want to ask?" ”

"What happened to Lop Nur back then?"

"Do you suspect that the deaths of Tu Ye and Ba Ye are related to Lop Nur seventeen years ago?" Zhao San asked rhetorically.

"I used to think so, but now it seems that I was wrong." Looking at Zhao San's expression, Zhang Meng said with some disappointment.

"Huh?"

Facing Zhao San's cautious look, Zhang Meng smiled bitterly, and then told Zhao San about the nightmare he had the night before from beginning to end, from beginning to end, Zhang Meng was observing Zhao San's actions.

Zhao San's expression suddenly became a little stunned after hearing that the little matchmaker had died in someone who looked like Zhang Shaoye, and pretended to be surprised and said, "You ...... You...... Suspect that the little matchmaker died at the hands of Ye Ye back then? After speaking, Zhao San exclaimed loudly: "How is this possible, the little matchmaker is dead in ...... Die in ......"

"Dead in what? Dead in what? Zhang Meng suddenly accentuated his tone, almost urging.

"In short, the little matchmaker didn't die at the hands of the master, by no means."

After a long time, Zhang Meng looked at Zhao San and smiled strangely, "Third uncle, do you know what I asked?" You already know what answer I want, what the hell are you hiding? Hehe, my father killed the little matchmaker was just a dream of mine, how could I not tell the difference? You know what I want to ask, you say, where are the memories I lost fourteen years ago? ”

"What!" Listening to Zhang Meng's sudden change in tone, Zhao San's whole person trembled obviously, and after a while, Zhao San, who was almost paralyzed, looked at Zhang Meng and said, "You were deliberately testing the third uncle just now?" ”

"If I don't do this, will you say it, third uncle?" Zhang Meng stared at Zhao San and asked.

"You're wrong."

"Huh?"

"I don't know what makes you suddenly have such doubts? But I can tell you, whether you remember what happened fourteen years ago or not, I won't tell you. ”

Looking at Zhao San, who was extremely firm, Zhang Meng said bitterly, "So, third uncle, you also admit that I lost my memory from fourteen years ago?" ”

Looking at Zhang Meng, who was a little sour, Zhao San wanted to open his mouth to persuade something, but it seemed that something had been stuck with Zhao San, and Zhao San was not allowed to send any response.

"I'm so stupid! How stupid! Zhang Meng touched his head painfully and exclaimed, "I have been living in a poignant lie, I even thought I had a perfect childhood, it seems that I was wrong, I lost not only the family affection after the age of ten, I don't even have the family affection before the age of ten." I finally understood why all I had in my childhood memories was the fragment of riding on my father's neck, and it turned out that it was someone else's memory. Who the hell am I? Am I still Zhang Meng? ”

"You shouldn't doubt your identity."

Listening to Zhao San's comforting words, Zhang Meng suddenly roared angrily, "Then who should I suspect?" Father, third uncle, or Laizi, lady? ”

Looking at Zhang Meng, who was out of anger, Zhao San silently let go of the dry tobacco pouch in his mouth, and after taking a long puff of dry tobacco in a daze, he said leisurely, "The only thing I can tell you, Third Uncle, is that if you don't think about the past, it's good for you." ”

"I don't need to be so good, I don't need it!" Zhang Meng roared hoarsely.

"You calm down first, I'll contact Brother Jun and the twelve generals." Zhao San turned around and wanted to leave.

Looking at the lonely back, Zhang Meng was a little touched, and when Zhao San was about to leave, he suddenly reminded: "Third uncle, be careful!" I'm afraid ......"

"Don't worry, I can't die, third uncle."

"Hmm."

Zhao San didn't tell Zhang Meng what happened fourteen years ago after all? Regarding Zhang Meng's suspected lost memory, Zhao San did not give any answer. Zhang Meng didn't know what it was that made the third uncle not speak. But in the same way, Zhang Meng was also afraid that Zhao San would tell the reason, not because he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it, but because he was afraid that Zhao San would die as suddenly as mysteriously as Zhang Shaotu and Zhang Shaoba.

Before, Zhang Meng was not sure. However, after some questioning just now, Zhang Meng can confirm that there are two possibilities for the direct cause of death of Zhang Shaotu and Zhang Shaoba, one is the real reason why the Zhang family fell into the sand in Lop Nur back then; The second possibility is actually related to himself, that vivid dream made Zhang Meng suspect that he had lost his memory fourteen years ago, Zhang Meng was going to ask Zhang Shaotu and Zhang Shaoba, but they died mysteriously suddenly, there must be something related to this.

These chaotic emotions have replaced the sadness of Zhang Shaotu and Zhang Shaoba's deaths, and Zhang Meng is sitting alone on the rooftop blowing the cold wind.

After a long time, I heard a few light coughs from behind the rooftop around the corner.

"Who?" Hearing this sudden coughing sound, Zhang Meng was startled.

"Ahem...... It's me. ”

"Brother Jiu!" The familiar voice and familiar style made Zhang Meng suddenly feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

"I thought I was the most pitiful person in the world, but now it seems that I am not the only one."

Listening to Ye Jiu's response, Zhang Meng knew that Ye Jiu must have heard all the conversations just now. immediately smiled bitterly, but before Zhang Meng could speak, he saw Ye Jiu, dressed in blood, appear in front of Zhang Meng.

"Brother Jiu, you ...... What are you? ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's words, Ye Jiu glanced at the blood stains on his body lightly, ignored it, but stood with Zhang Meng, looked at the gloomy sky in front of him and said, "It seems that this time I really want to go to Lop Nur again." ”

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