These words came out of her mouth, as if they had opened a signal.

Some of the images flashed through her mind, too fast to grasp.

Cheng Zhihuan bit his lip lightly, and his lips, which were originally flushed with a touch of pink, were a little more blood-colored.

She looked up at the rose garden in front of her, her pupils glittering with a dim light.

The marks written by the fingertips on the sand do not leave a complete handwriting, but the delicate skin is worn by the rough sand, and the bright red blood drips on the gravel, leaving a small trace.

Cheng Zhihuan withdrew his hand, pinched the crumpled letterhead, and lowered his eyes gently.

A hundred meters outside the villa, Tang Yan, who was wearing a hat and a mask, leaned against a big tree, controlling the drone with both hands, looking at the picture transmitted by the drone, the corners of his mouth hooked.

"It's time for the memory to be awakened, right?"

He muttered softly, but he didn't know that his soft murmur fell into the ears of Cheng Zhihuan, who was sensitive to hearing.

"Memory?" She repeated, a look of confusion in her eyes.

The images in her mind that she had no impression of at all were her lost memories?

But she doesn't have any concept of losing any memories herself, her memories from childhood to adulthood have stayed in her mind, and there is no possibility of losing them.

But there is also a possibility.

A possibility that she didn't dare to think or even guess.

Her third brother, hypnotizing her, tampered with part of her memories, making her think that she hadn't lost some of her memories.

Cheng Zhihuan took a deep breath, unwilling to think about the possibility of such speculation.

She folded the letter in her hand and kept it safe.

Outside the villa, Tang Yan, who saw Cheng Zhihuan's movements through the drone, pulled the hat on his head and let out a sneer, then put away the drone and turned to leave.

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That night, Cheng Zhihuan handed the "Meditation Method" to Gu Xingjing, "I've finished reading it, can you take a look?" ”

"I'll return it to the third brother after reading it."

Gu Xingjing put the book away, "I'll take a look at it in the next few days." ”

Three days later, Gu Xingjing returned the "Meditation Method" to Cheng Zhihuan, and said with a chuckle: "This doesn't seem to be of much use to me." ”

He held Cheng Zhihuan's wrist, "When you're by my side, I can't help but look at you." ”

This is an act from the heart, which is a little different from Cheng Zhihuan's interference by the distractions of the outside world, and his interference comes from his innermost desires.

Unless he was able to suppress those desires himself, he would not be able to calm down with this so-called meditation method alone.

Gu Xingjing was expected by such a result.

He put the book in Cheng Zhihuan's hand, "Do you want to send it over or send it over?" ”

"Why don't I help you?"

Cheng Zhihuan shook his head, "No need, I'll just send it over myself." ”

"I'll be with you." Gu Xingjing said without hesitation.

Cheng Zhihuan rejected him again, "I'll just go by myself." ”

"I also want to talk to the third brother, haven't you been busy with the land in the southeast suburbs recently?"

Since the case, the development of the land has stopped.

Although the murderer was found later, the project still did not continue, and it was not until Gu Xingjing gave a strong order in the past few days that the project was restarted.

But it is not so easy to restart, especially the people under him, who can always find all kinds of reasons to escape, and all kinds of rumors are not good, saying that the place where people have died is unlucky, and working in this kind of place is to lose life.

These superstitious words were passed on by word of mouth among the workers, which led to some hindrance to development.

Gu Xingjing's focus during this time was to be busy with this matter, and Cheng Zhihuan also knew the importance of this matter, so he did not ask Gu Xingjing to accompany him.

Of course, it is also true that she wants to talk to her third brother alone.

When Gu Xingjing heard Cheng Zhihuan's words, he responded with a gentle expression.

The next day, Cheng Zhihuan went to find Cheng Wuqing.

Upon arriving at his office, she placed the Meditation Method on his desk.

Cheng Wuqing had a lot of things on the table, but compared to the messy accumulation last time, this time the table was obviously organized, and the documents were piled up in an orderly manner, and you could see what was written on it at a glance.

Cheng Zhihuan put the book in the center and quietly waited for his third brother to come back.

But Cheng Wuqing is really busy today, so busy that he doesn't even have time to eat, let alone go back to the office.

Cheng Zhihuan didn't tell Cheng Wuqing in advance when she came here, so she waited for more than an hour and didn't wait for her third brother, so she left a message for him, and then left.

When leaving, she glanced at the "Meditation Method" placed in the center, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, she didn't know what to think, she pursed her lips lightly, and then left.

It wasn't until midnight that Cheng Wuqing, who was busy, returned to his office.

He saw Cheng Zhihuan's message to him, and chuckled, "I didn't say a word when I came, it's true." ”

He said complaining words, but his voice was full of smiles, and even the tired eyebrows were a little smiling.

He put away the message that Cheng Zhihuan left him, then sat down and opened the book "Meditation Method" casually.

He likes this book very much, and he will read it when he has nothing to do, and turning the pages is just a subconscious act.

After turning the two pages, Cheng Wuqing noticed a strange feeling.

He has turned the book countless times, and he is naturally very clear about the touch of this book, and he always feels that the book seems to be a little thicker.

He flipped through it quickly, and sure enough, he found a folded piece of stationery between the pages.

The letter was crumpled and even had dirt on it.

Cheng Wuqing took it out, his subordinates took it apart, and his fingertips stroked the little blood on the letter, frowning.

In the next second, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he didn't even stand up uncontrollably.

I saw a few words printed on the crumpled letter paper - [God's Research Institute].

His face suddenly turned very bad.

Countless doubts rose from his mind, who gave this to his sister? Did my sister "see through" these words?

This letter was undoubtedly caught in by her sister, did she deliberately or casually clip it in?

Did his sister's hypnosis break or not, does his sister know......

…………

The previously sober mind was flooded with countless thoughts at this moment, and it became noisy and chaotic.

All kinds of emotions came to his heart, and he couldn't think normally.

I don't know how long it took, Cheng Wuqing's body slowly sat down, his hands on the table, his fingertips tensed, faintly white.

The letter was spread out in front of him, and several large black characters were so dazzling that they came into his eyes, as if they were surging up with fear and panic, making it impossible for him to ignore.

After a long time, a low murmur rang out from the office.

"Sister ......"