When I came to the underground database, there was no one, Hu Tianshuo took me to a data cabinet and took out a piece of information.

This is a case three years ago, it was a black shadow, found a stand-in, and the 11th team of the ghost burial team rushed over, but all the people, because of the black shadow, possessed people, and all were destroyed.

But looking at the information, I was surprised, because the case has been stamped with two big ones, solved in red, and after all are destroyed, there will be no follow-up, which is very weird.

"Now I know, Qingyuan, there are others, many cases, obviously have been solved, but in the process of solving, there is less participation of a certain person, I have seen more than 30 similar cases."

Hu Tianshuo said, I was even more confused.

"By the way, you see, on my phone, there is a woman named Lan Ruoxi, who has been saving it all the time, and the time is 5 months ago."

I hurriedly took out the phone, Hu Tianshuo answered it, and all of a sudden, his face changed greatly, and then he covered his head, as if he was in some pain.

"Tianshuo, are you alright?"

Hu Tianshuo stretched out his hand and shook his head.

"Qingyuan, our memories have been tampered with, and besides, it's not just you, all the ghosts, familiar with the information, this person's guy, the memory has been tampered with, and then Hu Tianshuo walked to the desk where the computer was placed and began to check it.

After entering Lan Ruoxi's information, there was no such person, we returned to the ground, found Shi Jian, and the three of them went to Shi Jian's office together, using his permission account to carefully check it.

I couldn't find any information at all.

Shi Jian and Hu Tianshuo smoked cigarettes, sat on the sofa, and looked at us silently.

At this moment, the phone on Shi Jian's desk rang, Shi Jian hurriedly picked it up, and after listening for a while, he turned his head and looked at me.

"Qingyuan, looking for you, it's a woman, listen to the voice, it should be a big beauty, hehe."

I groaned, walked over, and picked up the phone.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Qingyuan."

"Hello, I'm Lan Chuhan, can we meet? You're alone. ”

Listening to the voice, it is a very gentle woman, I feel in my 30s, I was surprised.

"Why?"

"I'm Lan Ruoxi's mother, and I want to see you."

I chuckled in my heart, and remembered the phone number of a woman named Lan Ruoxi on the phone 5 months ago.

In the end, I nodded and agreed, and explained the situation to Shi Jian and Hu Tianshuo, and then Hu Tianshuo decided to drive me there.

I made an appointment with the woman named Lan Chuhan to meet at a coffee shop called Lanshan on Dongjian Road, not far from the headquarters of the Ghost Burial Team.

"Qingyuan, you can take this later, record it in a small book, what she said to you, remember, note, if I forget, all this is true."

I groaned.

At half past three, the car stopped at the door of the Lanshan Cafe, and in the glass window, there were many men and women sitting, I looked around, and then walked in.

"Be careful, Qingyuan."

I walked in and looked around, there were quite a few clerks busy in the store, and then a waiter came over.

"You are Mr. Zhang Qingyuan, our shopkeeper is waiting for you upstairs."

I sighed, looking at the stairs that rotated up behind the camp, the café was round, the cashier's place was in the middle, and the furnishings inside were very elegant, neat and bright, and there were many customers sitting.

I went up the spiral staircase, and there were small private rooms separated from each other, and as soon as I went up, I saw a beautiful woman, with long hair fluttering, Joan nose, high checkered, and a gentle smile on her slender and slightly curved cheeks, she was wearing a pair of black high boots, a sky blue short skirt, a wide dark black trench coat, holding her hands, and she was handsome.

"Zhang Qingyuan, why are you only here now?"

I groaned, walked up in embarrassment, and without saying a word, she grabbed my arm and led me to a small private room.

Looking at the woman named Lan Chuhan in front of him, she may be in her 30s, very beautiful, up and down, exuding the atmosphere of a mature and beautiful woman, and her eyes are very gentle.

"My daughter has been lost to you, but you have forgotten."

Cold, Lan Chuhan said, I sighed, she took out a photo, the woman in the photo is also very beautiful, a little similar to her, as soon as I saw the photo, I suddenly felt a chill in my heart, and it rose.

Suddenly, Lan Chuhan stood up, walked over, stretched out a hand, I shrank back in embarrassment, and her warm hand was placed on my forehead.

"It seems that the memory has been tampered with!"

"What's going on? Miss Lan. ”

Suddenly, Lan Chuhan pinched my cheek with one hand and looked at me very angrily.

"You still call me Miss Lan, do you want to call me mother-in-law?"

I groaned.

"Don't look at me like this, I'm 46 years old, I'm already married to my daughter, and I'm still called that."

I stood up suddenly, covering my head, and in my memory, there was a woman, but I couldn't see the face, no matter what I thought, I couldn't remember.

"However, although Lan Qinmo's dead man admitted you and my daughter, I, the mother, haven't admitted it yet, Zhang Qingyuan, let me tell you, if you get my daughter back unharmed, I will make you unable to live in peace for the rest of your life."

I looked at Lan Chuhan dumbfounded, and I didn't understand what was going on at all, but the Lan Qinmo she was talking about was Uncle Mo, a beggar friend I knew, I still remember, lying in my unit building, and he was also from Huangquan.

"Aunt Lan, are you also from Huangquan?"

"Sort of." Lan Chuhan said sadly and sat down across from me.

Then she told me about Lan Ruoxi, including the process of our acquaintance, etc., very detailed, I seemed to be listening to a story, for Lan Ruoxi, except for the discomfort in my heart, I really can't remember anything at all.

I took a small notebook and kept recording, and then Lan Chuhan stood up and walked out, asking me to wait, and after a while, she took a piece of paper and came over, with an address written on it, as well as a phone number, and a man named Wang Jianhui, whose address was in N City.

"Go find it, Zhang Qingyuan, this time, you can only rely on yourself, the opponent is very tricky, I can't help you, get my daughter back, not a single hair is missing."

Lan Chuhan said in a strong voice as if he had an order, I took the note, and then got up.

"Got it, Aunt Lan, I'll figure it out." Until now, in my memory, I still can't remember anything about Lan Ruoxi, only loss and sadness.

"By the way, Aunt Lan, as you said, our memory of Lan Ruoxi has been completely tampered with, as long as Lan Ruoxi is familiar with people, they can't remember her, but you ......"

"In this world, how can there be a mother who can't remember her child!"

I nodded seriously, and Lan Chuhan walked up to me and smiled.

"Remember, take care of my husband, that guy, although his life is a little harder, he also needs someone to take care of him."

I groaned, and then said sharply.

"Uncle Mo is your husband?"

Lan Chuhan smiled and nodded, and I muttered quietly.

"Uncle Mo has a wife?"

Out of the coffee shop, Hu Tianshuo was still waiting for me, I explained the situation to him a little, he took the small notebook I made a record with a pen, looked at it carefully, and then laughed.

"What's so funny, that."

"This makes sense, Qingyuan, although I don't know why your mother-in-law said that only you can solve it."

I looked at Hu Tianshuo seriously.

"Qingyuan, you go alone, remember, every day you do something, you have to write it down, carry it with you, just like writing a diary."

I sighed, and Hu Tianshuo made a direct phone call and said that he asked a friend to help me find a way to get a plane ticket and take me to the airport directly.

Along the way, my mind was restless, my thoughts were very confused, and I tried to recall Lan Ruoxi's appearance, although Lan Chuhan had shown me the photos, but now, I can't remember Lan Ruoxi's appearance at all.

"It's okay, Qingyuan, just like the old stone said, important things, even if you forget them for a while, they won't disappear."

With a heavy heart, I got on the plane smoothly at 5 o'clock, before Hu Tianshuo had asked Wang Xiaomao to check for me, the person named Wang Jianhui heard that he was mentally ill.

Things seem to have started two years ago, Wang Jianhui, every day, will call, go to the newspaper, contact all the people he knows, and warn them over and over again, don't forget yourself, over time, many people are reluctant to contact him.

And the reality of the data, Wang Jianhui, is an orphan, without any relatives, but it seems to be an ancestor, the foundation left behind, relatively solid, he is in a state of unemployed vagrant, once he knows someone, he immediately begins to pester others, asking others not to forget him, he has been in a mental hospital many times, but except for this, other aspects are normal, IQ, daily life, and normal people.

I slept for a while, and the plane landed steadily at 7:20 in N City, and I remember that a day ago, I came back from N City, and I went to play by myself.

"No, what's the fun of me being alone?"

As Hu Tianshuo said, there is a sense of disobedience, and he is uncomfortable.

When I got off the plane, Wang Xiaomao was already waiting for me, and he looked behind me.

"Well, what about the sister?"

I snorted.

"Lan Ruoxi?"

"It seems to be, alas, I don't care about it for now, I can't remember, let's go, Brother Zhang, I didn't expect you to come over again."