Shen Zicheng

"New Year's morning—you need to do morning exercises." When I saw Shen Qiao the next day, he answered me like this.

This makes me sympathize with Ye Cheng a little bit.

Then Shen Qiao changed the subject and asked me, "Are you interested in going somewhere with me? You will be interested."

But I'm not interested, at least now I want to see the new year's new look.

Happy businesses, happy travelers, happy kids and happy families.

And not very happy me.

"You should flatter me, maybe when I'm happy, I'll relieve you sooner?" Shen Qiao said, as determined as I was.

So I said yes.

……

In the new year, there are obviously so many beautiful places waiting for Shen Qiao to visit, so many beautiful girls waiting for Shen Qiao to flirt with.

But he stood in front of the tombstone on the morning of the beginning of the new year, unexpectedly.

And as expected.

...?I began to think about the meaning of this sentence, but my empty memory gave me an empty answer.

The words on the tombstone proved that it was the place where someone from the Shen family was buried, and the black and white photo in the frame was a figure completely unfamiliar to me.

Shen Qiao left a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, uncle."

This is Shen Qiao's uncle.I can bet.

"I'm fine now." Shen Qiao laughed, but the dark circles under her eyes didn't look good. "I'm doing well in my studies. After no one makes me unable to let go, I have to rely on studying to pass the time."

In other words, did someone make him unable to let go before?What happened to that person?I started to think wildly because of the boredom that was put aside.

I thought there would be a lot of them in a place like a cemetery, but I couldn't find one.

After all, with extraordinary freedom, no one would want to stay in one place all the time.

What's more, all you see here is tears and pain.

It's even more uncomfortable when you see smiles and joy.

Shen Qiao's smile makes me uncomfortable.

He was obviously smiling, but it looked so strange.It's like a mask, on that face I used to know.

When I reacted, I startled myself, grabbed the consciousness that was about to dry up in my mind, and eagerly asked what I was familiar with, and which past it was.

But it doesn't answer me, it just dries up on its own, until it disappears completely one day, making me completely lose myself.

I know him, and he knows me.But I have completely forgotten everything about him, and I have completely forgotten everything about me.

It suddenly occurred to me that I didn't know anything except his name was Shen Qiao.

I don't even know how to spell his name—thankfully, I haven't gotten so confused that I can't even spell it.

"...He's pretty good too, just the same as before." I missed something, and Shen Qiao started talking about the person I missed.

"Don't worry, Uncle, I promised you to take good care of him." Shen Qiao was still smiling softly, "Until I die."

That's a big promise, and I'm wondering who's lucky enough to make him make it.

...Shen Zicheng?

It was a sudden idea, but it got my [-]% affirmation-inexplicably.

I began to imagine what kind of person that was, and what kind of close relationship he had with Shen Qiao, which could make him promise life and death.

"When there is a chance," Shen Qiao said, "I will come with him to see you, uncle, you want to see your son too."

So now I know the relationship between Shen Zicheng and Shen Qiao.

But... But why did Ye Cheng say that? "He doesn't know you at all"? …I guess I need to sort out who those people they were talking about that day.

Those people, Shen Zicheng, A Cheng, and those "hes" that I didn't understand refer to whom. ...Well, it's easier for me to continue to be confused.

Shen Zicheng must be very cowardly, that's why he needs his cousin to protect him, why he needs his cousin to make a promise in front of his father's grave, and why he disappears when Shen Qiao needs him.

Shen Zicheng should be very busy, that's why Shen Qiao showed loneliness when she was a child, Shen Qiao when she was fighting with Ye Cheng, and Shen Qiao now.

Shen Zicheng was given all the bad descriptions in my mind.

Shen Qiao finished the worship and left the cemetery without hesitation.

I'm still following him, and I don't know where I'm going other than that.

Shen Qiao stopped talking, maybe she was still immersed in the atmosphere of the cemetery, which drove away the two girls who wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

I began to think again: What did I do for him before I was alive to make someone like him willingly approach someone like me?

Perhaps it would be faster to get the answer from Shen Qiao, but he didn't want to answer it for me.

He just stared at me for a long time after I asked, his eyes were as cold as the abyss.

He left without even saying goodbye, and before he left, he gave off that aura that I hate so much.

It was pitch black, like despair condensed into substance.

……

When I met the second Spirit Eliminator, I knew that Shen Qiao lied to me again.

It got me thinking about how much he lied to me.

I followed Chen En for three days before driving him into a rage. Before that, he had been ignoring me and trying to hypnotize himself as an ordinary person.

He didn't realize his identity—otherwise, the standard for me to regard someone who can see me as a spiritual master is too low—I think it's because of "something wrong with my brain" that I heard my " Dirty stuff" was talking.

But three days later, Chen En decided to fight against his hallucinations, and interrogated my purpose very seriously.

Actually I don't know.

I just found it a novelty and wondered if he had the ability to set me free.

Who knows if "seeing dirty things" and "being able to get rid of dirty things" are not bound together.

But even if he has such abilities, he probably is no better than Shen Qiao.

After all, they all look equally weak.

It might kill him.

So after thinking about it for a while, I thought of something that I was struggling with recently: "I want to ask you to help me retrieve my memory."

Therefore, Chen En was convinced that he had this hallucination because of "playing too many games".

So he acceded to the pleas of his hallucination—that is, me.

This caught me a little off guard.

"It's like playing a VR game." Chen En comforted himself, "First of all, I have to make it clear that the content of the mission is to help the undead find their lost memories. The reward of the mission is my freedom and stability. The key to the mission The character is—" He looked at me.

"A Cheng." I replied.

"Okay, then tell me what you still remember." Chen En continued to ask, found a pen and a notepad, his eyes were bright, and he seemed to be full of fighting spirit.

Although not long ago he was scared by me and yelled.

"Like?" I asked.

"……your name?"

"A Cheng."

"...Okay, then—how did you die?"

"Car... accident...?"

"Okay, get the cause of death!" Chen En wrote down something in his notepad.

But I'm actually not sure myself, very uncertain.

All I remember is the sound of cars moving, arguments, crashes, and explosions in the darkness of that abyss.

I'm not sure if it got mixed up with my memory of my parents dying, after all these are some of the most traumatic memories of my life and it didn't seem too difficult to mix them up.

"Then do you still remember where the car accident happened?" Chen En asked again.

Of course I do, and have only wandered there not too long ago—if I had died in a car accident.

"Okay, get the place of death!" Chen En issued another system announcement when he learned the name of the place.

...his dark circles may be from playing games.

I think.Then I remembered that there was someone who loved games fanatically in the past, almost to the point of not giving up day and night.

To numb myself.

I tried to remember who it was, but Chen En interrupted my thinking: "Then let's go there now! Try to find memory fragments there!"

However, if the so-called memory fragment can be found, I should have found it not long ago.

But I don't want to dampen Chen En's enthusiasm, he always reminds me of someone, with a general and unique enthusiasm, vague and hazy.

Chen En took the bus to the vicinity of the road, and then walked to the corner for more than ten minutes.

Restoration work was carried out very quickly.When I came last time, that corner has become the same as before, so that I can't find the slightest trace of my existence.

Maybe God is stopping me, it always thinks of ways to restore my memory one step ahead of me, and then destroys it one step ahead of me.

Chen En searched for traces that didn't exist without giving up.After he found out that it didn't help, he said, "Maybe we should ask someone else. Do you remember when the accident happened?"

good question.But I was silent for a long time, in order to count the traces engraved on my body.

Then, I realized that I had been dead for so long.

"Three months ago? Six months ago? Or a year ago?" I'm not sure.

I already have hundreds of engravings on my body.

But before I carved the first engraving, I had been wandering as a ghost for a while.

I'm not sure exactly how many days this "while" was—much less sure if I wandered unconsciously before I became conscious as a ghost.

I can't remember clearly whether Shen Qiao was wearing short-sleeved or long-sleeved, spring or winter clothes when I saw Shen Qiao for the first time.

It's just that his smile is clearly remembered, that kind of cold, unreal smile.

impressive.