The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

'Amu, if I gain military merit in the future, you will be my adjutant, I promise!'

"...Are you angry? Are you angry that I didn't give you a chance to show your face in front of the camera? I'm not trying to push you up...I just..."

"You Mu! Come here! As long as you come here, I can forgive you for what happened during the election! As long as you follow me!"

The vague sound kept repeating, coming from all directions in the darkness, making You Mu's head swell.

The voice was still speaking, and in the blur, a hazy shadow appeared in front of his vision... You Mu couldn't see clearly, but it felt extremely familiar.

The man came closer and closer, as if he was about to break through the hazy barrier, stretched out his hand to him, and kept saying, follow me... follow me...

As if persuaded, You Mu slowly raised his hand, looked at the palm that was constantly floating in the darkness, and placed it on it.

"Tick."

His fingertips touched it, but it was like a mirage, and water began to flow into the dim environment, more and more, crushing the dream and drowning him...

"Tick."

A drop of water fell on the center of his eyebrows, and the coolness woke You Mu from his broken dream. Everything in the dream was shrouded in mist again, and no shape could be seen.

It was extremely quiet around, with only the sound of ticking.

Maybe it was a faucet that wasn't turned on tight, or water dripping from the ceiling.

And he himself was immersed in a pool of warm water. Exhaling a breath of foul air, You Mu listened attentively, not knowing where he was, but there was no one around.

The explosion-proof device on the side of his neck should have been removed. He no longer felt restrained, and his neck was empty.

"Splash." You Mu slowly stood up and groped his way out of the water. He almost slipped on the texture of the tiles under his feet.

After leaving the warm water, the whole body begins to cool down.

You Mu wanted to find a piece of clothing or a towel, but the unfamiliar environment was so quiet that it seemed as if there was nothing.

He remembered that he was taken away by a man...where is he now?

"Looking for this?" A voice suddenly came from the room, and then the person strode forward suddenly.

His feet were slippery and he was dragged hard, with his chest pressed against the wet tile wall. You Mu turned sideways to avoid contact with the other party, but his wrist was grabbed.

The man was still talking in my ear.

"Is it necessary to block it? Is there anything about you that I haven't seen?"

"Get out of here!" He was twisted by the opponent, and the fighting technique engraved in his muscle memory was immediately used, but it was easily seen through and suppressed. The opponent's action of suppressing his wrist also came from fighting, so they should... have the same origin.

Too familiar with his moves...

This time, You Mu noticed these details that were easily overlooked.

"Don't waste your energy. I taught you all these tricks." The man pressed down on his wrist and pinched his jaw skillfully, forcing You Mu to raise his face.

"How many times has this happened? You want me to go away?" A low voice came out from his throat, suppressed and hoarse.

"Get out, bastard!" The second time, in a passive state, still naked, his sense of security was drastically reduced. You Mu was very uncomfortable, even though he felt that he knew this person.

That voice gradually overlapped with the call in the dream...

"I can't get out." The verbal abuse annoyed the other person, and his wrist was easily hooked on the tile.

"Yes, I'm a bastard, I'm a fucking bastard!" He said through his teeth, "You Mu, you should be thankful that you fell into my hands. Except for a bastard, who would be reluctant to part with you..."

However, the word "reluctant" was spoken so softly that You Mu could not hear it clearly.

The man's breath suddenly subsided, he pulled his shoulder and turned around, forcefully kissing him with anger and viciousness.

The tiles were slippery, and he should have been able to break free easily, but the man's hands were like iron chains, dragging him against the wall.

The tip of the tooth pressed down, and the smell of blood spread from the mouth.

I thought the other party would relax, but unexpectedly the man with mixed blood became more ferocious.

During the shoving and pushing, the shower switch beside me was pressed, but the sound of water in my ears even covered up the sound of water splashing against the tiles.

Finally, You Mu was released.

He kicked the other person away while struggling, You Mu lowered his head and wiped his lips, which felt a little painful, probably because his skin was broken.

"Lieutenant You, drunk driving and causing the death of a colleague is not a crime serious enough to warrant deportation. Your Kamos can't even help you with this? He just lets you die on your own?"

"Just for this thing... I gave you my heart and soul, but you didn't even look at me, just for that beast..."

The man covered You Mu's mouth and dragged him back to the wall. Some heavy clothes fell at his feet.

Sensing the other party's intention, You Mu frowned and elbowed him.

"hiss……"

This move seemed to hit the corner of the opponent's lips, and a gasp was heard, but he was not let go.

"If you want to survive in Aswell, you have to give me some benefits, right? 5765?"

With his mouth still blocked, You Mu's moves were completely suppressed, and his occasional resistances did not have much effect, but instead only angered the other party.

"It's only a matter of time before you fall into my hands. Why are you struggling? He can touch you, but I can't? What's wrong with me? Tell me, what's wrong with me? Huh?" The leather belts fell one after another, and the man's voice was filled with jealousy and resentment.

As he did so, You Mu's face turned sideways and his lowered eyes poked the extremely unbalanced balance in the man's heart, and his pent-up resentment almost erupted from his chest at a material level.

It's like this again, always avoiding his sight? Is he not worth being looked at? Or am I so tired of... that I don't even want to look at him?

"Did he accompany you to the Federal Military Academy for five years, or did he sponsor you to graduate successfully? You always can't see me... You Mu, do you know..." The words were stuck in his throat, and the man almost said it, but stopped after seeing the other's empty gaze.

He knew that the other party had lost his memory, so no matter how much he said or how much his inner ups and downs were, it might just be a joke to the other party...

Or maybe, even if he recovered his memory, this person would just laugh at him for being stupid.

He's clearly been betrayed, yet he's still wasting his time alone and can't let go.

After letting go of the anger that had been choking him, he asked again, "Who is Orr?"

Another strange name I heard from the other person! Damn stranger!

The man bit the corner of You Mu's lip, and the tip of his teeth left a mark on the gap.

"...I don't remember, let go..."

"I don't remember... I don't remember... What about me, do you still remember me? You Mu, do you remember me?" He sneered and asked, then felt that he was too shameless.

The Huo family motto is that rebels must die.

But he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear to see You Mu die, even though the betrayal was beyond doubt.

He desperately needed an excuse, an excuse that would allow him to let the other person go with a clear conscience.

As long as he is still remembered, he can ignore everything.

Just like the time when he was strangled by Kamos, he clearly gave him a chance and could let bygones be bygones, as long as the man followed him!

When facing the opponent, his bottom line is always retreating again and again...

"..."

You Mu couldn't explain it. He had forgotten too many things. Shouldn't it be normal to forget someone?

But the man was unexpectedly angry, and pushed him against the wall, continuing to question him.

"What's my name? You Mu..."

Those suppressed questions seemed to penetrate the brain and enter the depths of memory.

"What's my name!"

You Mu opened his mouth, but couldn't find any direction in the dim vision. The name seemed very familiar. He almost blurted it out, but was pulled back by the huge haze.

"You Mu... tell me, who am I?" The man pressed his cheek and rubbed his lips, waiting for an answer for a long time, and there was even a bit of grievance in his anger.

Under the constant impact of questioning, at a certain moment, the hint that was imprinted in the deep memory was awakened...

"Of course, we will meet someone, and he should still be angry, after all, I was at fault first. But when we ask for help, we always have to coax him. If coaxing doesn't work, why don't you apologize and give him a kiss? "

You Mu took a breath and squeezed out words from his lips: "Huo Qi..."

"...You finally remembered me." With their foreheads touching, Huo Qi hugged You Mu, feeling extremely sad inside.

Just remembering a name seemed to have taken up a huge amount of energy, and all the strength in the body was drained away. You Mu leaned on Huo Qi's shoulder, and the inexplicable pain in his heart emerged again.

In an instant, it became extremely sharp, like a sword piercing the head.

"Huo Qi... it hurts... my heart... it hurts." The fingertips that were clinging to the other's arm tightened in response. You Mu leaned over weakly and instinctively shouted for help, and his consciousness fell into darkness again.