In Xiao Ling's memory palace, after entering the avenue between the big garbage dump and the city of stars, Wei Qingyun couldn't help but laugh heartily.

I saw Xiao Ling holding a big rag doll in her arms, a princess doll in pink clothes, almost as big as Xiao Ling.

Xiaoling happily ran for a while, stopped for a while, and kissed the dirty rag doll.

What a blessing.

Wei Qingyun saw Xiao Ling take out the small sugar jar, stick it on her little face, and murmur something softly. She's whispering to the little tin can.

After that, she would stuff the little candy jar back into her small satchel.

It must have been one time when she took out the little sugar jar and dropped it on the floor when she put it back in her little satchel.

Wei Qingyun quickly checked the entire memory, and the last time she took out the small iron box, there was an abandoned simple house in the roadside wasteland.

In her memory, the little sugar jar was put in her satchel. It was a false memory formed in her subconscious.

Sometimes people quickly remember where a lost item is.

For example, when a person eats, he puts his wallet on the table, and this memory is real and can allow you to quickly find the lost item.

However, if you do pick up your wallet and slip it out when you tuck it into your trouser pocket, or even walk for a while before it falls out, and you don't notice it, that's a problem.

Because it is very difficult for your perceptual system and nervous system to record this piece of information, not even a little subconscious information.

What a cute little guy, I don't know what that little sugar jar is.

He could have dived into memories further aback and see what's inside that little sugar jar.

However, the private room of the Internet café is not a safe place, and you must come out as soon as possible.

Wei Qingyun withdrew from Xiao Ling's consciousness world, activated the self-consciousness recognition mechanism, and washed away those memories of Xiao Ling.

This is a very necessary step.

Wei Qingyun woke up, disarmed the nerve infiltration device, and woke up Xiao Ling.

There is a distance of 5 kilometers from the City of Stars to the big garbage dump, and the intercity suspension train can reach it for 1 yuan.

However, for an orphan, spending 1 yuan to pick up garbage is really luxurious.

The orphanage is a social welfare unit, and each orphan receives a monthly relief payment, but it is difficult to use the money for these orphans.

Even, in order to prevent fraud, these children often do not enjoy new fresh and delicious snacks.

Therefore, even if the dean deducts the living expenses, no one cares.

Wei Qingyun patted Xiaoling on the shoulder and shouted happily, "Let's go, big brother will take you to find your little sugar pot." ”

"Really? Found it? Great, thank you big brother, thank you big brother, you know you are the best. ”

Xiaoling rejoiced.

The two left the Internet café and took the speeding elevator down to the first floor of the city of Suyue.

The headache is terrible, Wei Qingyun's nervous system has been very sensitive after arduous cultivation, and he is a little allergic to the overrun elevator.

The evening breeze blows, wrapped in the salty and wet smell of the sea breeze.

Fortunately, it was a cool breeze, and after walking on the Avenue of Stars for a while, Wei Qingyun felt much more comfortable.

It's a road that is rarely traveled, and most of the time people go to downtown Taipei, and it's called a suspension train.

It's more of a motorcycle party, a paradise for underground racers.

After walking nearly half the way, I finally saw the abandoned simple house.

The little girl was really lucky, and the little sugar pot lay in the grass on the side of the road, avoiding the wheels whizzing by the motorcyclists and racers.

"Thank you, uncle," Xiao Ling said, snapped open the sugar jar, held it in front of Wei Qingyun, and said angrily: "This is my mother, big brother, look, isn't she so beautiful." ”

In the small sugar jar was a picture of a woman in her twenties holding a baby in her arms.

The dim street lights illuminate the picture very serene and warm.

"Well, what a beautiful mother, Xiaoling is very much like her mother, and she is a big beauty like her mother when she grows up."

"No, they're beautiful women now."

Xiao Ling said coquettishly, closed the lid of the small iron box, and ran away with it in her heart.

Wei Qingyun crossed his waist and stopped, looking at the little girl who was happily gone, and his heart was sour.

It's been years since I've been so jealous of a child.

The two of them walked one after the other, and suddenly there was a shocking sound of motors, and more than a dozen motorcycles rushed over frantically.

Wei Qingyun hurriedly ran forward and hid on the side of the road with Xiaoling in his arms.

When night falls, it's a time for the motorcycle party to revel.

Wei Qingyun thought that they were in a hurry to go to the city to parade the streets, just hide and forget it, there is no need to provoke right and wrong.

Unexpectedly, a group of people suddenly rushed over and surrounded themselves and the little girl.

Not good. Wei Qingyun was secretly shocked in his heart, and a few people on the side were the same people who had dinner with Brother Bird in the afternoon.

The leader was a bearded, bareheaded, helmetless, and his fat belly almost hung down on the fuel tank of the motorcycle.

"Brother Ma, it's him, it's this kid, hypnotized Brother Bird, he's a nerve infiltrator." A voice with a tobacco and alcohol voice shouted.

The person known as Brother Ma looked Wei Qingyun up and down, did not speak, and first grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with yellow stains.

What a bad breath.

Wei Qingyun's nose moved, revealing an expression of disgust.

", boy, you have a character, say, did you stun you little blackbird?"

"Didn't he tell you everything, why bother?" Wei Qingyun replied coldly.

"Hahaha, okay, you have a character, you're dying, you don't know who I am, right?"

"I really don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing, get out of the way."

", boy, who's playing tricks on you, hit."

With an order from the bad breath horse, several men got out of the car and pounced like hungry tigers.

Wei Qingyun took Xiao Ling behind him, raised his leg and kicked three times in a row, directly kicking the three big fat men out.

The other two were about to hug Wei Qingyun.

Wei Qingyun knocked one person to the ground with an uppercut, and twisted the other person's ear with a backhand.

"Don't let him hold your ears." The foul breath horse yelled.

But it was too late.

The man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly his eyes were blurred, and he lay on the ground and rolled like a child.

"Daddy, Daddy, take me out, take me out."

"Take me out, Dad."

The people who didn't know what was going on laughed for a while, and even the few people who were knocked down grinned loudly.

was so angry that he had bad breath, and his face was red and white.

"What are you laughing at, bunch of shit, turn it on*, he's a nerve infiltrator, don't let him catch you."

Nerve*, a device designed to deal with nerve infiltrators, can create a large area of electrostatic fields in groups of at least three.

These electromagnetic waves are capable of interfering with the speed at which people's nerves work.

Normally, people's nerve transmission speed is 100 meters per second, but a primary nerve infiltrator can reach 150 meters per second, which is 1.5 times that of a normal person.

So, don't look at them lying there motionless when they work, but when they do, their reaction speed is very powerful, and many nerve infiltrators are martial arts masters.

Three motorcycles burst out of the crowd, each pulling away from each other and opening the * they were carrying, forming a triangular area the size of a basketball court.

The air was filled with static electricity, and occasionally when someone moved their body, a series of sparks flashed and made a crackling sound.

The man, who had been hypnotized to cry like a baby, woke up and retreated into his camp at a loss.

"Pretty good at fighting, huh? Playing nerve attack, right? Now I see how you play? ”

The motorcycle party gathered more and more, and the bad breath horse shouted and scolded arrogantly, but he did not dare to act rashly.

"Beat him, kill him, what the fuck are you doing? One by one, the big eyes are staring at the small ones, why are you planning to stare at him like this? Hahahaha, or are you going to sour your eyes and drown him with tears? ”

A crazy voice came through a loudspeaker.