White clear capsule, amnestic.

Actually, this is not a great drug, on the contrary, the people of the Ark are accustomed to it. Just like the sleep aid pills that people often took in prehistory, you can take one pill if you are in a bad mood, take one pill if you are unhappy, and you can also take one pill when you encounter unacceptable failures. The length of the memory that needs to be erased depends on the dosage, and one pill can erase the memory of the past 6 hours.

"Okay." Ryan took the medicine and said with a smile: "I went out for a walk just now, and probably the system found that I couldn't sleep." ”

In the past 6 hours, the point of clearing is already obvious. I have never been asked to take medication in this way on an ad hoc basis...... Ryan took the medicine and thought as he went upstairs, well, it's been ten minutes since it was delivered, so there are still 20 minutes......

Ryan entered the small room upstairs, took the paper notebook from his suitcase, and quickly rummaged through the box, finally finding a pen.

Thankfully, the pen still works.

He hid in the corner of the room and wrote. Having not held a pen for many years, and his hand was no longer obedient, Ryan held the pen awkwardly, trying to control the tip of the pen to leave marks on the paper, and he wrote down in as much detail and as fast as possible how he saw the woman, how he chased her to the border, how she pierced through the hole in the air film, and what he saw through the hole, and wrote the words so loudly that he forgot the spelling of many words, so he scribbled by impression. His wrist was so sore that it stiffened, and Ryan shook it off and continued writing.

He wasn't sure if his future self would be able to understand this article, a mixture of things like ghosts.

He looked at the time, and there were five minutes left......

He continued to jot down the scene that impressed him. He remembered her appearance, and she stood still, looking back at him, she was wearing a short coat and skirt, a pair of mechanical boots, a flying cloak, and her long blowing hair covering her face...... He was reluctant to erase those memories.

Words were so limited that he flipped the page and drew in his notebook.

He looked at his clumsy drawing, almost certain that his future self would not know what he was drawing, how to make "he" understand what he was trying to express, he didn't have time to think about it, and at the bottom of the painting, he quickly wrote a line: Please, you must remember that you love her.

Before he had time to blush at such a statement, Ryan stood up, put the medicine in his mouth, and swallowed it straight.

Ryan lay on the bed. He felt the figure that looked back at him slowly blur and fade away in the night, and he wanted to chase forward, but he saw only the empty night......

What is dissolved, disconnected, is the nerve touches that have been connected, the bridges that have been forged for bioelectric currents to pass, the bridges on which memories and associations are generated.

It seemed like it was back to the night when I was six years old. He secretly climbed out of bed, and by the glimmer of light, ran to the toilet, and desperately picked his throat. Until the stomach begins to cramp and gastric juice rushes up the esophagus and gushes out of the mouth. He hadn't eaten all day, his poor stomach was like an empty pocket, pouring himself over and over again, and he leaned against the wall of the toilet and slowly crouched down in the sharp pain of stomach cramps, tears running down his lips along with the acid water hanging from his mouth.

That day he was electrocuted for the first time in his life. All he remembered was that he screamed hoarsely in the congenital care center and was taken away. He was quickly examined, and then locked up and denied him food. In the evening, they gave him a memory-clearing drug, perhaps because they were afraid that he would leave a shadow on his heart.

Now, he doesn't remember the cause of the shock—he was lying in bed, fighting his fear, hesitating for a moment before getting up, so he vomited a little later—but he vividly remembers the sensation of being shocked, the sudden numbness, stiffness, and then the excruciating pain. This is an unforgettable memory for him.

Perhaps, he is one of the very few people who has known that the bracelet will be electrocuted since childhood.

So, he hasn't been able to get close to Zoe. He knew very well that although it had been in his body for as long as he could remember, and could not be removed, it was not a part of himself, and never would be.

Jasmine's master bedroom was quiet. After several failed attempts, they slept in separate beds. Between them, they are more and more respectful of each other.

Ryan didn't know if she was asleep, or if she had had similar thoughts and experiences. If she "matched" like him, it would be easy to have the same idea, wouldn't she?

But according to his observation for a month, this is not the case. Jasmine is very close to her bracelet, Olive, and she has almost nothing to talk about, she has no childhood shadows, she is not averse to memory-clearing drugs, and she even said that when she used to work, she often used concentrating agents. She's the kind of person with a good mind.

Sleepiness struck, and he tried to think about the events of the night again, but he had no memory of them, and they were like ink dripping into water, turning into nothingness. The bracelet was silent, it must have been faithfully monitoring his heartbeat and sleep.

His eyes closed uncontrollably. Damn, they still have to check the urine sample, but luckily, they didn't do that to the six-year-old kid back then......

The next morning, Ryan came downstairs, put a bottle of yellowish clear liquid next to the transfer port in front of Jasmine, and said, "I'm sorry, I'll hand this over today." ”