Chapter 46 Chapter 45

The memory bomb in his head has not exploded for a long time. Doing the math, it has been a week since I returned to Taiwan from Thailand, which really makes me very anxious. A while ago, I used bullets to clean up the traces left by Huoyu in this world, so I barely had something to do, but after wasting those bullets, I fell into the dilemma of no one to kill.It must be because there is no one to kill, and my tears started to flow down involuntarily again, making me want to gouge my eyes out. Obviously I burned all the documents, changed my face and tattoos, and looked forward to the moment when my life suddenly restarted, so why did I start to be so irritable again?

I went back to the psychiatric clinic. Of course I didn't register, so I just kicked open the door and walked into the clinic. In the consulting room, apart from the doctor who was peeling an apple, there was also a middle-aged man who was doing push-ups on the ground. I really wanted to pull out a gun and forcefully end his fitness treatment, but the doctor took a step ahead and bent down on the ground. The tall man whispered something in his ear.The man stood up with empty eyes, sweated profusely, put on his windbreaker and left in a jogging motion. I think the doctor is using hypnosis to help this middle-aged man lose weight.

Before I could speak, the doctor threw the apple at me. "I'm asking you, what's in my head..." I tried to hold back my anger. "Both eyes are burst with bloodshot eyes. I think you are still thinking about killing people." The doctor said straightforwardly. "What do I want to kill? My true calling is rock and roll." "If your personality has been slaughtered in the past few lives and gradually changed to a state where you need to shoot a gun to confirm your survival, as long as you can still touch a gun in the next life, your fate will take a turn for the worse. I suggest you, take advantage of this There is still a little time, and it is safer to cut off the index finger nerves of the left and right hands by surgery, so that you in the next life will never be able to shoot again."

"How can I play the guitar if my finger nerves are not sensitive?" "In the next life, you will also find reasons not to learn the guitar. Why pretend that you have that kind of self-motivation. If you want to live a peaceful life, your fingers can hold a spoon." "...This is my business... No, this is my business in the next life. I am not qualified to help him cut any finger nerves. Let me ask you, when will the bomb in my head explode? You won't You are kidding me!" "I just told you that I don't know. You never came back to me after you left in the past, and I don't know how long it took for the past you to be restarted." The doctor poured himself a cup of hot tea: "But If I use a metaphor to explain, um, let me put it this way, I put a memory-eating worm in your head, this worm will first patrol your memory completely, and while patrolling, secrete special The chemicals are on the memory area, you can think of those chemicals as gunpowder. The more memories you have, the more time this bug needs to patrol them, and the moment it finishes patrolling, it will detonate the gunpowder in one breath ...I think everything you have experienced in the past few years is very thick, so the memory bug needs a little longer to bury the thread."

What the hell memory bug is not a memory bug, really playing me for an idiot. "Okay, let me believe you." I took a big bite of the apple: "I have thought of one thing these days, how about you create the memory of a rock singer, or set the personality that a rock singer should have , put them all together in my mind, and once my memory is wiped out, I can immediately use the new settings, wouldn’t that be foolproof!” The doctor laughed, nodded, and clapped his hands. "By simulating non-existent memories, creating a new personality out of thin air, and even giving the new personality new abilities to match its false memories, yes, it can be done, but that is my master's specialty, and I can't learn it anyway. My memory is empty at best, sorry Huoyu."

"Then! Then ask your master to help me!" "Huoyu, your only luck may be that you didn't have the chance to know my master. Don't force that kind of bad luck." "...What do you mean? Am I afraid of your master?" I slapped the table hard. One shot, and I found myself in a conveyor belt sushi restaurant with a splattered bowl of miso soup in my hand. And beside me sat a doctor in casual clothes, reaching out to the track to take away a plate of salmon sushi. I couldn't help but feel discouraged, knowing that this damn "teleportation" humiliation was self-inflicted.

"In the past few days, you have taken the opportunity to kill many people. On the one hand, you have become more and more bloodthirsty in this life. On the other hand, you are very anxious about what kind of new life you will have in the next life. The unknown is very scary. The only way to pass this waiting period is through murder." The doctor put a few pieces of toilet paper in front of me nonchalantly. "So what." I must have turned livid and wiped my hands in embarrassment. "If you like killing people very much, and you really enjoy it, I don't think there is anything wrong with your life. As for a killer, someone always needs someone to do this job, right? Being able to like your job is also a good job. Basic traits. Old friend, I hope you are happy." The doctor ate salmon sushi and said lightly: "But you are obsessed with killing people, but you feel pain for this fate, but you are so awkward that you refuse to admit anything , so that I can’t be happy in whatever I do.”

"……what do you want to say in the end?" "I'll give you another piece of advice from an old friend. Think about it, anyway, your days of being able to kill people are not many, you should just enjoy the last period of bloody time." The doctor pushed a photo to In front of me: "here." The people in the photo terrified me. Short, fat and bald, he is clearly the bastard who approached me in a bad bar in South Korea. If my deduction is correct, this dead bald man was once the manager of "me in a certain life" and escaped the "I" "Me in a certain life" final memory cleanup.

Now show me this picture, how about it? "During your visit to Thailand, Taiwan was very turbulent. Every gangster was busy destroying each other, and each gangster also took the opportunity to play with the wind. The number of corpses they produced every day challenged the people's tolerance. Even if The underworld also needs stability, and the conflict still needs to be resolved. The police simply gave ten days for the gangsters to play with their own methods. Just ten days, ten days without the law. After ten days, everything will return to calm—just tonight .” "What does this have to do with this bald man?"

"I don't know what it's related to, but now both black and white want to get him. His name is Lao Cha. Some people want him to die, some people want him to live, some people want to get something from him before allowing him to die, and some people just want him to die. Old Cha survived tonight, and after tonight, it doesn’t matter if he dies on the street or is taken away by anyone. Seriously, who did Old Cha offend or accidentally knew or kept some secrets? Hot potato, I don't know either." "You are just a doctor, why do you know so much?" I felt very wrong.

"...Originally this photo belonged to me, but I didn't want it." The doctor completely ignored my doubts and said to himself: "For me, the meaning behind this photo is too complicated. Thank you for your complete understanding. How about you? Do you want this picture? The deadline is before twelve o'clock sharp this evening." "You're not just a doctor, are you?" I rubbed the photo in my palm and accepted it. The smile on the doctor's face seemed to have known that I would definitely accept this photo. "The only thing I know is where Lao Cha will be tonight." "where?" The doctor touched the bowl of miso soup I brought with the Calpis in his glass. "Police Headquarters."