Tianhai City.

Local Countermeasures Bureau, Ninth Processing Section.

"It's really ruthless! They must have used electric shocks or strange drugs before that. By the way, is it really me who is waiting for? ”

Sang Ziqing thought about it carefully, except for eleven scattered memories interspersed with each other, there was no other superfluous information.

He was housed in a rather quaint room, decorated with the scheming of a restaurateur.

The room with a soft shimmer makes you sleepy.

The soothing music of an old record player, a black bookcase carved with a lotus flower pattern is filled with books on psychology, and an old ceiling fan squeaks and blows dispensable wind from the ceiling.

Sang Ziqing stroked his swollen cheeks, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the wall.

"This... It's not me! No, this should be me..."

In the mirror is an extremely unfamiliar face, with clear and elegant facial features, obsidian-like eyes, deep as an abyss, and lips and complexion revealing a sickly paleness.

The whole person looks feminine and watery, and there is a kind of evil charm like nature.

Even more strange was the bluish-purple swelling, with filaments that were so fine that they were hard to spot, slowly wriggling in the bruising.

The socket of the broken tooth was filled with an unknown object like cotton wool.

Sang Ziqing scratched his head, and his malnourished withered yellow hair was stained with dark yellow filamentous sticky.

Suddenly, a severe, craniotomy pain pierced his brain.

In agony, he slammed his head against the gold-rimmed mirror.

The smooth and flat mirror instantly cracked into countless cracks, and blood slowly swam through the cracks.

Sang Ziqing had a bloody flower on his forehead, and the pain was still unbearable.

Resentful madness does nothing to relieve pain.

Finally he fell to the ground in agony, rolling around on the gray-white wooden floor.

Bookshelves, tables and chairs were all smashed, and the roses that fell from the broken vase were crushed under him and cracked in puddles.

The silver-haired girl outside the door looked at everything indifferently.

"Even if you lose your memory, the headache will still recur the moment you get rid of the realm of consciousness..."

She hesitated for a moment, and finally walked in with a book with a black cover.

Sang Ziqing was still rolling on the ground, hitting the ground with his head from time to time.

His pale face was already dripping with blood.

The girl tried to get around his back, locking her two arms that were waving wildly.

"Calm down, look here!"

The black-skinned book was opened in front of Sang Ziqing, and inside it were dense characters that were extremely unfriendly to people with dense phobia.

Sang Ziqing stared at his bloodshot eyes, watching the characters in the book crawl into his eyes little by little.

The twisted and grotesque characters looked like some kind of panacea, and the frantic roaring in the room came to an abrupt end.

Sang Ziqing was like an immature child coaxed by a toy, sitting cross-legged on the ground obediently, reading the black-sealed book carefully.

The pain that made life worse than death disappeared for a while.

He was completely absorbed by the world in the book, and only occasionally let out a few maniacal laughs.

"If you have a headache, look through it and remember not to look too much at a time. It can be left for people to chew repeatedly, and in the end it will taste like chewing wax. This is medicine, and after eating it, it will be gone! ”

Seeing Sang Ziqing holding the book with a stupid look, the girl slammed the book shut.

The young man in a trance came back to his senses and promised repeatedly.

"Have we met somewhere? There is always a feeling of an old friend, you must be a doctor who has been with me for a long time! ”

A hint of surprise flashed across the girl's frosty face, and she shook her head slightly.

She smiled helplessly, took out a small dress with blue silk on a white background and placed it on the table, and took out a steel knife pinned to her waist.

Sang Ziqing was startled, quickly shrank into the corner, and instinctively used to groping his waist, but the delicately shaped dagger did not follow him to reality.

The sharp blade cut an arc of half-moon light in the air.

What happened in front of him was too unbelievable, so that Sang Ziqing couldn't help but hold the book in his arms firmly.

I saw the girl put the knife on the joint of her arm and cut off half of her arm with a knife.

What's even more grotesque is that the blade cuts through the flesh and blood of the skin, and there is not a single drop of blood splashed.

She kicked her arm in front of Sang Ziqing, and tapped the dress on the table with her fingers.

"Underwear, socks and shoes are covered underneath."

After speaking, the silver-haired girl pushed the door and walked out, leaving Sang Ziqing alone in the house.

If it weren't for the weird scene, the slender and delicate arms crawling on the floor would definitely make the hand control crazy.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

The sound of a heartbeat filled the room.

Sang Ziqing pressed his hand to his chest, trying to comfort his heart's emotions.

It's just that with the sound of his heartbeat one after another, the expression on his face became more and more gloomy and ugly.

The rhythm from the palm of the hand is completely out of tune with the rhythm in the room!

This damn heartbeat is not due to the fear of one's own heart beating at all, but from a severed arm on the ground!

The skin of the white and tender arms rises and falls rhythmically, and the shape of blood vessels and other organs begins to bulge little by little.

Memories of the horrors of previous experiences flooded back into my mind.

Weird? Extraordinary? Isn't it time to go back to reality?

Sang Zi glanced around the room, and his gaze gradually focused on the bedside table in front of the bed.

He got up in embarrassment, stumbled to the bed, and groped to find the point of force to smash.

Before he could lift the cabinet and turn back, the strange sound of his heart beating was gradually muffled by the milky cry.

Sang Ziqing turned his head suddenly, and the severed arm that fell to the ground had grown into a young baby.

The little one stretched his limbs and grew at an unimaginable rate, and in a matter of moments, he grew into a child of five or six years old.

Sang Ziqing finally understood the intention of the clothes on the table.

He put things in order and dressed the silver-haired girl.

The baggy dress looked a little ill-fitting, but the girl's body was still growing.

Finally, standing in front of Sang Ziqing was already a silver-haired Lori.

French doll-like delicate face, ice-blue crystal eyes, and long silver waterfall-like hair hanging down to the waist.

A dress with blue silk on a white background, small red leather shoes with shiny tiles, and white over-the-knee socks on her fat calves.

She kneaded her eyes, stretched her waist, compared her index finger and ring finger in front of her right eye, and said with full vitality:

"Ning Lu! Participate! ”

Sang Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and the face of the little girl in front of her was similar to Xie Xuehan.

"Stinky Ziqing! Bad Ziqing! Do you know how much trouble you've caused me? ”

Ning Lu stomped her little feet angrily and complained in a soft and glutinous childish voice that had not yet taken off her immaturity.

"It's all your fault, I'm going to listen to that old man's nagging again, ah!! He's so annoying! It's clear that you're the one in trouble! ”

"What is your relationship with the doctor?"

Sang Ziqing took a few steps back and sat on the cowhide swivel chair, still a little unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

"Doctor? Oh! I am her, she is me! ”

"We are Ning Lu!"

The little girl put her index finger to her lips and smiled evilly.

"Ahhh I can guess, but the difference between the characters before and after this is too big..." Sang Ziqing swallowed his saliva and pressed down the heart hanging in his throat.