Tonight, Lang Si didn't come to sleep, and the little goat couldn't wait for Yang Shuheng to come back, so he called his Uncle Heng, and Yang Shuheng answered: "Hey, little goat." ”

The little goat asked, "Uncle Heng, are you working overtime?" ”

Yang Shuheng said: "Yes, I'm ready to get off work, I'm ready to go back." ”

The little goat said, "Okay." Then hang up the phone.

The little goat boiled a pot of hot water and poured it into the thermos, so that Uncle Heng came back to wash himself and drink hot water. He put down the pot, walked to the window, ready to draw the curtains, the scenery outside the window fascinated him for a while, the road was full of traffic, there were so many people on both sides of the road who didn't know where they came from, where they were going, some people smiled brightly, some people looked angry, some couples were ambiguous, there were buddies and brothers talking and laughing, under the lights of the city, they were all endless stories, the little goat wanted to know what they were going to do, but he knew that what he could do was to do himself well.

After looking at it for a while, the little goat stopped looking, he stepped back, pulled his hand, and the curtain blocked the window, but at this moment the little goat's face became iron-blue, and the whole person froze, just when the curtain covered the window, the little goat saw the reflection of the glass of the window, reflecting that there was a person standing behind him, that person was a head taller than him, as if he had put on makeup, his eyes were sharp and long, they could grow to the temples, his nose was like an eagle's hook, his mouth was very small, and his lips were black, the size of a cherry.

Is it a ghost? The little goat jerked his head, but he found that there was no one behind him, hallucination? It's impossible, it's so real?

"Ping-pong-ping-pong." Someone knocked lightly on the door three times.

At this time, the three knocks on the door suddenly sounded so weird, the little goat clearly knew that the person who knocked on the door could not be Uncle Heng, because he had the key and could open the door directly, besides, he couldn't come back at this time, not so fast, the knocker could not be Uncle Lang, Uncle Lang slapped every time he knocked on the door, but he was afraid that the people around him couldn't hear it.

Who is knocking on the door? The little goat was a little frightened, and with a hint of timidity, he asked in a fluttering voice, "Who...... Who knocks ...... Door? ”

No one spoke outside the door, and there was another knock on the door.

Again, the little goat asked, "Who is it?" ”

"It's me, your Uncle Lang." Outside the door is really the voice of Langsi.

Didn't Uncle Lang say that he couldn't come and squeeze to sleep, the little goat felt very wrong, Uncle Lang had never had such a low voice, but this voice was Uncle Lang's and couldn't be wrong.

The little goat walked to the door and asked, "Uncle Lang, why are you so abnormal today?" I don't even dare to recognize you. ”

Outside the door, he said, "You can open the door and know why I'm abnormal." ”

What happened? The little goat opened the door, and just a crack in the door was exposed, when suddenly a strong push outside the door took the door, and the little goat was caught off guard, pushed backwards, and stumbled.

A person flashed in through the door, and when the man came in, he quickly closed the door.

When the little goat saw this man, his whole body went limp, and he opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound at all. The person in front of him was not Lang Si at all, but the person that the little goat had just glimpsed from the reflection of the glass.

There was a terrifying glow in the man's long pointed eyes, and he opened his two small mouths and said, "Don't be afraid...... This voice is no longer the voice of Langsi, it seems that he has the ability to imitate the voices of others.

The man continued: "I won't hurt you, hurting you is useless to me, I'm here to find you, not to you, to be precise, I'm here to find that thousand-year-old memory in your head......"

The little goat is in a trap, what the hell is this person talking about, he is not a psychopath in a mental hospital, right? How can such bizarre words be uttered, millennium memory? The little goat was inexplicable, and trembling with fright from his gloomy body.

The man said: "Actually, this is really a century-like coincidence, thousands of years have passed, how many people have lived and died for this memory, artificially, there is no way to let them get together, but I didn't expect that just last night, you met that maple leaf ......"

Maple leaf? The little goat was surprised, he remembered the bloody hands of him last night, and remembered the strange dream he had last night.

"That's not a dream." The man seemed to hear the voice in the little goat's heart, and the man continued, "That is the beginning of your beginning to revive your memory, the vague scene you see, it is real, it is historical memory, it is because your memory is beginning to revive, and the awakening signal sent out guides me, it turns out that you are here, but I can't remind you of everything, because once you know who you are, then, the world may change again, because you have this ability, I can't let this happen, This is my historical mission to live until now......"

The little goat really didn't understand what that person was saying, and if that person was so afraid of what I remembered and what I would do, why didn't he kill me while I didn't know anything now?

The man said, "Do you think I don't want to kill you...... and it seems that the man heard the words of the little goat's heart again.

The man said, "I have lived until now, and I don't want to kill you all the time, but is it useful to kill you?" You are dead, but you will come back from the dead, you are a successful immortal, I can live until now, you also taught me, but you can't recover your memory, my historical mission is to prevent you from recovering your memory. Since Maple Leaf has already met you, then I can only use Maple Leaf to seal your memory again, I have killed too many people and don't want to kill anymore. ”

"One thing, advantageous, there are disadvantages, maple leaf can help you recover your memory, and at the same time can block your memory, this dialectical method, I'm afraid only I will."

The man walked to the desk, took out the book that collected leaves from the drawer, turned out the blood-colored maple leaf, and he took the maple leaf, and walked step by step to the little goat.

……

The little goat was asleep, and he heard Uncle Heng calling him.

"Little goat! Why don't you take off your clothes when you sleep! ”

Yang Shuheng opened the door of the house, and as soon as he entered, he saw the little goat and Yi snoring on the bed.

The little goat woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes and asked himself: "Why did I fall asleep, I remember that I wanted to pull the curtains, I was going to pull them, why did I fall asleep?" "He couldn't remember what was going on. He looked at Yang Shuheng's head, which was full of bandages, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Heng, your head?" ”

Yang Shuheng said that it was okay, it was okay, closed the door, did nothing else, first went to the desk to turn over the book with leaves, and was in a hurry to find the blood-colored maple leaf. You can turn from the leftmost page to the rightmost page, and then from right to left, but you can't find where the leaf is sandwiched. He asked, "Little goat, didn't you put the leaf I gave you last night in your book, why can't you find it now?" ”