The waves crash on the shore, the wind is clear and the moon is white.

The reflection of the full moon on the surface of the sea is constantly broken by the waves, and then shakes and reorganizes.

White spray crashes against the reef on the shore, and seabirds circle in the sky.

The slightly chilly evening breeze blew with a moist breath, and Wu Mian was lying on the roof of the lighthouse at this time.

Looking up, the Milky Way in the sky is like a match, very bright.

In this era of highly developed technology, there are few places where you can see such a clear galaxy.

If there are couples in the city who see this scene at this moment, they will definitely sigh at the magic of nature and feel that this place is full of romance.

But Wu Mian was not in the mood to appreciate this painting.

He was thinking.

He had thought that the sea breeze would allow him to calm down and think about something quietly.

He struggled to recall things about him, but his mind went blank.

He knew that the methods he used to torture the gunman were cruel, but there were no psychological fluctuations, and he seemed to have long been accustomed to it, indicating that it was not the first time he had done such a thing.

Wrestling, gunfights, torture, hacking......

Everything Wu Mian did tonight was an unconscious act.

Including Linghu Lane and the Prosthetic Clinic, they are all ideas that pop up out of nowhere.

Wu Mian turned his fingers and lifted the first knuckle of his left thumb to reveal the USB plug inside.

I went ahead and tried the other fingers.

The first knuckles of the five fingers of his left hand can all be lifted.

The thumb is a USB plug.

The index finger, middle finger, and ring finger all have a metal tube hidden, and there is a three-petal cover plate at the top, which cannot be opened by brute force, as for what is inside, Wu Mian has completely forgotten.

Hidden in the pinky finger is a miniature spring-loaded scalpel made of tungsten carbide, the hardest metal alloy that can cut through a lot of things.

In synths, it's not surprising that these pieces of equipment appear.

Thanks to powerful technology, many synths' prosthetics can be transformed into weapons.

There are even fully synthetic humans who will build themselves into a weapon, like a god who calls the wind and rain, breathes fire and discharges.

However, Wu Mian's arm is not a mechanical arm, but it has also been equipped with these things, and after the knuckles are restored, they still have a sense of touch.

Why the body is equipped with such a device as an electronic interface, Wu Mian does not know.

Although Wu Mian couldn't figure out the intention of his palm being transformed, as a detective, it is not difficult to understand that he can master the skills of fighting, shooting, interrogation, and hacking, and it is reasonable to be able to find a prosthetic clinic.

But there was one thing that always lingered in his mind.

When everyone rushed to the warehouse of the high-tech park before, a vague figure appeared in Wu Mian's memory.

The other side shouted hysterically at Wu Mian, saying that Wu Mian had killed his parents, wife and a pair of children.

Wu Mian could clearly feel that it was not his hallucination, but that he had recovered his memory.

He knew the man!

Although Wu Mian couldn't remember who that person was, he could clearly remember the existence of this matter!

The image of the man asking for his life is anything but imaginary.

Wu Mian sat up straight, raised his arm, and carefully observed his palm.

He couldn't believe that his hands had once killed others, stained with the blood of old and weak women and children.

Then, he looked at the searchlight next to him, which had long since been scrapped.

Under the starlight, the glass of the searchlight reflected Wu Mian's face.

His cheeks are as angular as a carving, and at first glance it will make people feel bohemian, but the inadvertent sparkle in his deep eyes will not be underestimated.

Wu Mian looked at this familiar and unfamiliar cheek, and whispered, "Who are you?" ”

There was no answer, only the noise of the waves and the cries of the birds.

Wu Mian looked at the reflection on the glass and asked like a mental patient: "You don't want me to think about the past so much, is it because of how unbearable our past was?" ”

The reflection, of course, will not answer Wu Mian's question.

"It must be so." Wu Mian smiled: "You must not want me to think of something, right?" ”

Wu Mian smiled, and the reflection also smiled.

Suddenly, a sound of Sisuo came from behind him, and the confusion in Wu Mian's eyes faded instantly, like a machine, he pulled out the pistol on his waist and pointed at the entrance behind him: "Who?" ”

"It's me!" Li Tong appeared from the shadows, walked towards Wu Mian with a blanket, and smiled playfully: "I saw that you came to the rooftop for so long and didn't go back, I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I came to give you a blanket!" ”

"Thank you." Wu Mian took the blanket handed by Li Tong, and the corners of his mouth were raised: "It seems that your mental state has recovered well, at least you can't see the shadow of looking for death and life a few hours ago." ”

"You don't understand, art is my dream, if I lose the ability to paint, my life will be colorless." Li Tong waited for Wu Mian to stretch the blanket open, and he also dragged a corner and sat next to Wu Mian: "By the way, did you find my brother?" ”

Wu Mian looked at Li Tong's innocent appearance, hesitated for a moment, and did not tell her the news of Li Jian's death: "You said it, your brother is a plainclothes criminal policeman, and it is difficult for even your family to see him, how can it be so easy for me to find him." ”

Li Tong has a deep grudge against Li Jian: "That's right, my brother has been like this since he was a child, he always wants to make a big career, he thinks he is a hero, but I think he is very selfish." You say, how can a person who can't even take care of his own family protect this society? ”

Wu Mian was inconvenient to comment on other people's family affairs, and he was also a little guilty about concealing the news of Li Jian's death, so he just said lightly: "Hmm." ”

"Looks like you're not happy." Li Tong didn't know what Wu Mian was thinking, and turned his head to look at his handsome side face: "After you lose your memory, shouldn't you forget even the emotions of sadness and happiness?" ”

Wu Mian looked helpless: "I'm just amnesia, not stupid!" ”

Li Tong was amused by Wu Mian, picked up an iron nail next to him and handed it to him: "Huh! Take it! ”

Wu Mian didn't move: "What are you doing?" ”

"Draw!" Li Tong grabbed Wu Mian's hand and handed the iron nail to him: "My mentor Kensuke Kamiya is a master of painting, he once said to me, painting is a very wonderful thing, it can not only express the real space world, but also express the imaginary world beyond time and space, although you have amnesia, but imagination is always there!" Try to draw something, and maybe you can think of anything. ”

Wu Mian held the iron nail in his hand, crying and laughing.

Li Tong continued to instigate: "Try it! ”

Wu Mian couldn't resist Li Tong: "What to paint?" ”

Li Tong showed a bright smile: "Draw whatever you want, don't control your thinking!" The charm of painting lies in the fact that you can immerse yourself in the ocean of ideas and stay away from the world! ”

Wu Mian lowered his head, held the iron nail and drew it on the ground, and after thirty seconds, he asked Li Tong, "How is it?" ”

Li Tong looked at the crooked patterns on the ground, and encouraged against his will: "Well, you are still quite talented in painting!" At least...... This pig is drawn quite alike! ”

Wu Mian looked at Li Tong seriously: "I'm painting an elephant!" ”

"This ...... Hahahaha! Li Tong glanced at the miserable pattern, and couldn't help laughing: "Wu Mian, I promise, before you lost your memory, you must have been a very kind and interesting person." ”

When Wu Mian heard this, his expression stiffened for a moment: "Why do you think I'm kind?" ”

"You're just so kind!" Li Tong waved his arm: "For me, you are the kindest person in the world, and you are of course a good person to be able to help a stranger like this!" ”

Hearing this, Wu Mian showed a self-deprecating smile.

One killed seven security guards of the Golden Horse Group before he lost his memory, slaughtered other people's entire families, and even tortured a gunman to death a few minutes ago.

He was like a cold-blooded animal.

Can it really be described by the word kindness?