After school in the evening, Xiao Mo trotted all the way back to his home, and because he ran in a panic on the way, he was almost hit by a car several times.

The main reason why he became like this was that his memory was once again wrong, and it was a very strict problem. It's not just that the two memories are mutually exclusive, it's the disorder, the whole memory.

In this disorder, he couldn't even tell the time of day, couldn't tell how old he was this year, and even felt that he was a dead man at all.

So after he calmed down a little in school and felt that he would not have any more problems in the short term, he immediately sped up and rushed home like a desperate person.

His mother was cooking in the kitchen, and when she saw him holding her chest and coughing, she couldn't help but run over and say worriedly:

"What's going on? How tired to be like this. ”

"It's nothing, I just want to run home quickly." Xiao Mo replied breathlessly, and didn't explain anything.

His mother glanced at Xiao Mo suspiciously, and then said a little angrily:

"Don't you know how your own body is? You can't just run around! ”

"I see." Xiao Mo nodded perfunctorily, then ignored his mother and walked straight to his bedroom.

And his mother, after being slightly stunned, stopped him and said:

"I made an appointment with Professor Zheng tonight, and we'll go over after dinner."

Xiao Mo wanted to subconsciously say that he was not sick, but he opened his mouth but did not say it.

He pushed the door open and walked into his bedroom, then threw himself on the bed. At this time. The memories in his mind began to flood back like a rising tide, fragmented fragments everywhere.

"Ah......h

Xiao Mo covered his head and roared in pain, his face revealing an extremely terrifying hideousness.

"Who am I? Who are you? Who is he? ”

I don't know if it's in his ears, or in his mind, there is such a string of questions at this moment. His mind seemed to be shaking violently as this series of questions appeared, and there was no doubt that his entire sea of consciousness was on the verge of collapse.

In a trance, he seemed to see two people standing in front of him, and these two people were shrouded in a gray light. I couldn't see their faces clearly, and I couldn't read their expressions. But. But he could clearly feel the greed of these two people for him.

Right! It's greed, as if he's some kind of delicacy!

"Who am I...... Who are you...... Who is he......"

That string of questions popped up again, like a sharp spike, stabbing his already extremely weak nerves.

"Who the hell am I?"

This question. Xiao Mo couldn't remember how many times he had asked himself. Every time he wanted to answer unwaveringly. He is Xiao Mo, or he is Su Hao.

But each time, he deceived himself and deceived himself. I replied inconsistently.

And in this extremely cruel entanglement, he found that he was neither like Xiao Mo nor like Su Hao. Because Xiao Mo is very analytical, and has an extremely strong will and vigilance. However, his vigilance is very average, his analytical mind is almost non-existent, and his strong will is impossible to talk about.

From this point of view, he is more like a junior high school student.

Yes, every piece of evidence shows that he is the junior high school student Su Hao, and he has indeed accepted this identity during this time. I lived a comfortable life of going to school and leaving school every day, and being controlled by my parents.

However, if he is really Su Hao, then what's going on with that kind of misfit, what's going on with that call that seems to be ringing in his ears all the time?

Why are the faces of Li Shuai, Mu Xue, Xiao Hen and others so clear, why can he always dream of the scene of that day, and what is the unwillingness in his heart......

Xiao Mo clutched his hair and kept desperately recalling, although the memories he recalled would make his headache worse.

The memories were all disrupted and shattered, and the faces of Li Shuai and the others were already full of wrinkles at this time, perhaps, it wouldn't be long before they would be completely shattered in his mind, and then ......

Twenty minutes later, Xiao Mo sat at the dinner table and only cared about eating, completely ignoring his parents who had been nagging and talking to him.

"What's wrong with you kid today? Did you get into trouble at school? ”

Xiao Mo shook his head, still didn't put any dishes into the bowl, just ate the rice in the bowl.

His parents looked at each other and finally took his hand:

"Is it because you're about to take the high school entrance exam, so you feel like you're under a lot of pressure?" His father asked him at this time.

"No, it's just a little uncomfortable." Xiao Mo shook his head and said in denial.

Seeing that Xiao Mo was so persistent, his parents didn't ask again, but Xiao Mo, who was eating, suddenly asked casually:

"Do you know where my mirror is?"

"What mirror?" His parents asked, with strange expressions on their faces.

Xiao Mo raised his eyes and glanced at the expressions of the two of them, as if asking himself and answering:

"Nothing."

After speaking, Xiao Mo ate all the rice in the bowl, and his mother had already finished eating and was waiting for him, so when she saw him finish eating, she immediately reminded:

"Let's go, I've made an appointment with Professor Zheng, and I'll take you over for a follow-up visit."

"Well, I'll go back and change my clothes." Xiao Mo nodded and went back to his bedroom.

When he returned, he went to the round mirror, pulled his phone out of his pocket, and slammed the mirror with the metal shell.

"Click!"

With this blow, a long crack immediately cracked on the mirror, Xiao Mo didn't feel anything about it, and slammed it with his mobile phone a few times one after another, until he smashed the mirror into the flower.

Xiao Mo stared thoughtfully at the mirror in front of him that was smashed by himself, and stared at it like this for a long time, until his mother's shout came in from outside the door, and he walked out of this thought.

"Here we are."

Agreeing casually, Xiao Mo didn't think much about it, and after putting on a coat, he opened the door and walked out.

The wind was particularly strong tonight, Xiao Mo did not sit in the co-pilot's seat, but chose to sit in the back, his mother didn't say anything about it, and drove in the direction of the hospital as soon as she stepped on the accelerator.

Xiao Mo pressed the car window, feeling the comfort of the strong wind blowing on his face, and the impetuousness in his heart was also reduced.

"Professor Zheng, Zheng Yonghua......"

He repeated these two titles in his heart that were both familiar to him and unfamiliar to him, and suddenly a fragment of related memories appeared out of thin air.

It seemed to be a dream he had before, but now he seemed to have forgotten whether that dream was stored in Su Hao's memory or Xiao Mo's memory.

I only remember that there were three people talking about something in the dream, and the faces and ages of the three people were just a quick glance, so he didn't remember them, but one of them mentioned the word "Zheng Yonghua".

He couldn't remember many of the details of that dream because it was fragmented, but one thing he was sure of was that it wasn't something he had dreamed about in the last month.

But there is a bit of a contradiction here, that is, he and Professor Zheng have only known each other for more than a month, so where did this dream come from?

If his conjecture is true, at least Su Hao does not have the conditions to have this dream.

In addition, that Professor Zheng is really powerful, and he can even hypnotize people, so that people are trapped in their own environment without knowing it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mo suddenly felt a thrill in his heart, and he couldn't help but have a suspicion:

"Is it possible to perform a second or more hypnosis on the basis of hypnosis?" (To be continued......)