Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

At no moment did Jiang Jian understand the taste of anxiety and fear more clearly than now, but he had no time to savor it carefully, and squeezed his jaw hard.

Accompanied by the real pain, he met Tang Yin's probing gaze, suppressed the anxiety in his eyes, and let out a breath of suffocated breath.

"I'm fine." The voice was muffled through the mask.

He is still in the world that the bartender Tang Yin sent them here at risk, and the worry of gain and loss that comes with being in love... really shouldn't affect his actions and decisions.

For a moment, he missed the "cold-blooded" self who couldn't read emotions. At that time, he could choose the best solution for the current situation without any influence.

He closed his eyes and pressed the button, ready to face the feeling of drowning at the beginning of the retrospective.

However, the feeling of drowning did not come as expected.

He was still lying on the seat, and Tang Yin could be seen through the mask.Just as he asked to leave the device, a line of words popped up on the interface on the armrest.

"This memory is highly encrypted, and the owner of the memory cannot access it without authorization.

Click "Next" to enter the password, and click "Exit" to close the backtracking device. "

Jiang Jian frowned, and her slender fingertips landed on the "next step".

The screen jumps to another screen, with four blank rectangles in the center, and a poker card at the bottom - Joker.

He slides his fingertips left and right, and the suits of the playing cards will switch in turn. Except for the big and small trump cards, the four suits are arranged from A to K in ascending order. Press and hold a card of a certain suit for a long time, and you can move it freely.

He got it.

Only when 4 correct poker cards are selected and placed in the correct position in order, can the backtracking be continued.

In the upper right corner of the screen, there is a very small line of prompts——

There is only one chance to enter, please be careful.

Jiang Jian returned to the previous page and pressed "Exit" without hesitation.

"Why did you come out?" Tang Yin watched Jiang Jian's mask rise and stood up from the seat. He was startled, "Is the instrument broken?"

"My memory is highly encrypted and requires a password."

He spoke concisely, and after finishing speaking, he looked at Tang Yin seriously: "Do you have any clues?"

"Advanced encryption? The use authority of the traceback device is already very high. If it is advanced encryption, it can only be done with Tang Yin's own level of authorization."

The Tang Yin himself he mentioned was the bartender, his creator.

"There are also two situations for the encryption setting of high-level permissions. One is that only the authority manager himself sets it, and the other is that the authority manager grants authorization to others. I don't know much about the former, but from what you just described, then The four-digit password is more like someone authorizes Zhong Xun to set it himself when he enters a specific memory recall."

Jiang Jian leaned on the armrest, crossed her arms in front of her chest, lost in thought.

He didn't understand the close relationship between Zhong Xun and the bartender, but judging from the current situation, since Mr. Tang Yin was able to send him and Zhong Xun to this world to retrieve his memory, he secretly gave Zhong Xun such authority It makes sense.

Otherwise, how to explain that after Zhong Xun was called away by the "labor task" of the prison, he sat in a memory retrospective device without making a sound, and added a password?

Jiang Jian carefully recalled the situation after Zhong Xun left the cell, especially the changes he perceived through spiritual sharing.

After a while, he raised his head and walked out of the central tower.

The password does not require that the suits of the playing cards in each position cannot be repeated, which means that each position has 54 possibilities, and in more than 800 million possibilities, there is only one chance to guess the correct answer.

This was much more difficult than the challenge Fu Yuncheng had to face.

"If this password is set by Zhong Xun, it may not be against me. Let me confirm the situation on his side first."

Zhong Xun got out of the water and let the water drop from his face, gasping for breath.

Old Tang is really good at it. When he was sent here, he didn't explain anything clearly. The experiment report and the operation manual of the retrospective device were written for thirty or forty pages.

He has always moved steadily. He lay on the device chair, wore a mask and read the operation manual several times in it. After making sure that the important information could be memorized, he closed his eyes and pressed the button.

Before entering, he even set a password according to the prompts in Tang Yin's operation guide.

Zhong Xun read the operation manual and confirmed that he did not have the authority to select the subject of memory. He thought that since only this recliner was lit, it should be what Old Tang had prepared for him.

Until he pressed the button, he thought he was entering his own memories.

Until a gentle call brought him back to reality.

"Why does our little Jane like to sleep in the bath so much?"

Zhong Xun's temples twitched, and the sentence "the subject's device cannot change the perspective, but can only look back according to the perspective of the person who retrieved the memory" in the operation guide echoed in his mind.

It can be understood that he is now the "owner of the memory".

And this person is called Xiao Jian.

A towel was gently covering his head, and Zhong Xun's eyes were dark. He wiped his wet hair with the towel in his gentle hand, and picked him up from the bathtub.

His heart was pounding.

It wasn't until he was changed into new soft and fragrant clothes and stood in front of the mirror that Zhong Xun faintly recovered.He looked at the person in the mirror, with a familiar expression hidden in his unopened eyebrows and eyes.

Finally realized that what he entered was Jiang Jian's memory.

The milk dumpling is as small as it is. This is probably... Jiang Jian, who is about six years old?

His gaze followed Jiang Jian.

A small child has to look up at everything, and his field of vision is not very wide.He staggered to the living room, pulled out the small bench and sat down, obediently picked up the book on the table and began to read.

The woman came out of the bathroom with the hair dryer, plugged it in, sat on the sofa behind Jiang Jian, and turned on the maximum hot air to blow his hair.

"Where's Dad?" Little Jiang Jian put down the book and asked crisply.

"Let's go out with my brother."

The woman put down the hair dryer, and gently brushed Jiang Jian's fluffy and slightly curly hair with her hands.

Little Jiang Jian: "Do they remember that today is my birthday?"

The woman smiled lightly: "Of course, you should go to take a nap obediently first, and when you wake up, we will celebrate our birthday together."

Little Jiang Jian nodded.

Get up, put the small bench back in place, and walk to the bedroom.

As Xiao Jiang Jian turned around, Zhong Xun had to look away from the woman, searching for information about this woman in his mind.

Very strange.

The Department of Disorders will conduct a background check on all members who joined, and everyone's family relationship will be checked clearly, but Jiang Jian's profile does not contain any information about this woman.

To be exact, Jiang Jian's legal adoptive father, He Minzhi, is the only relative of Jiang Jian in the documents archived by the Department of Disorders.

Zhong Xun didn't realize at the moment that his memories of his past were gradually recovering, especially the past of the different department, which could be retrieved freely.All his attention was on little Jiang Jian who was walking slowly.

Little Jiang Jian climbed onto the bed on both hands and feet, looked at the high sun outside, and stretched out her hands to close the curtains.

Zhong Xun caught a glimpse of a glass vase on the window sill, which contained blooming irises.

There is still some snow on the top of the pine trees outside the window, and the ice and snow on the grass outside the window have begun to melt, and the spring is full of vibes.

Little Jiang Jian closed her eyes, Zhong Xun couldn't see anything.

He quietly listened to little Jiang Jian's breathing, recalling everything he could see.

The scene outside the window seems to be in the suburbs. The garden of the single-family villa is very large, and the structure of the house in the distance looks a little exotic. In short, it doesn't look like it is in China.The irises on the window sill looked familiar, but for a while, I couldn't remember where I saw them.

Little Jiang Jian is not like the Jiang Jian he saw in the studio. She can't sleep well even in the hotel, and she can feel the slightest change in the cold wind of the air conditioner.In just 5 minutes, he fell asleep.

Sleeping people have no memory, and the scene in front of Zhong Xun is also forced to black screen, and everything is silent.

After a while, there was a muffled sound of music in the living room. I don't know where the classic and gentle classical music was playing, which was very helpful for sleeping.

Zhong Xun also became confused.

After a long time, the noisy human voice overshadowed the music, which was also accompanied by some shouting.

Zhong Xun frowned.

Little Jiang Jian hadn't woken up yet. He couldn't hear what the sound was, and it was pitch black in front of his eyes. He could only feel the quarrel between men and women one after another.The people arguing outside seemed to be concerned about their sleeping children, and their voices were extremely restrained.

The sound of beating cellos and quarrels came alternately, like bees flying in the ear, Zhong Xun was very irritable.

Suddenly a scream pierced the silent room in the afternoon.

"Jiang Feng! Ah——!"

The scream was so shrill that Xiao Jiang Jian was startled awake from her sleep.

He opened his eyes suddenly, rubbed his round hands vigorously, pulled himself together, lifted the quilt, and stepped on his slippers while buttoning up the buttons.

"Mom, is Dad back?"

Little Jiang Jian's voice was already a bit cold, but the ending was just a baby voice.

No one answered him.

Except for the violin ensemble.

Little Jiang Jian walked out of the bedroom, raised her hand to turn off the phonograph outside the bedroom door, looked up at the living room, and suddenly froze.

I saw the woman who had gently blow-dried his hair an hour ago crawled onto the sofa in the living room, with a long trail of blood trailing under her body.

Such a scene had a great impact on little Jiang Jian's eyes.

He couldn't help himself and took two steps back. He didn't tremble until he met the woman's painful eyes.

When she got closer, she could clearly see the wound on her abdomen and the murder weapon stuck in it that had not been pulled out.

"Don't look, baby." The woman looked at Xiao Jiang Jian pleadingly, "Run, run."

Following Jiang Jian's flustered gaze, Zhong Xun scanned the living room, but did not see anyone else.The woman crawled out of the kitchen, and there were even more bloodstains at the kitchen door.

His heart instantly cooled down.

The young Jiang Jian had no way of knowing what happened. His mother's distorted face in a pool of blood had already made him incapacitated.

He squatted on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and forced himself to calm down, his lips trembling: "Stop the bleeding... First, call the hospital for an ambulance."

He muttered, and turned to get the phone.

But just when he walked around the sofa and reached for the coffee table, a force threw little Jiang Jian to the ground.

Little Jiang Jian fell back on the edge of the sofa, looking at the person in front of her in disbelief.

The man put his hands on his neck, regardless of his struggle, and pressed down hard.

Through the child's increasingly blurred vision, Zhong Xun stared at the person whose eyebrows and eyes were very similar to Jiang Jian's.

He is just from the perspective of little Jiang Jian, not becoming him, all senses belong to him.

But at this moment, he seemed to be able to feel the suffocation of little Jiang Jian.At the same time, an unspeakable piercing pain spread to his limbs.

This is Jiang Jian's past, a past he cannot change.

He can neither prevent it from happening nor bear all the pain for him.

Zhong Xun was startled for a moment.

He never thought that Jiang Jian would have such an experience at such a young age.He still remembers the woman saying, wake us up and celebrate our birthday together.

It was his birthday that day!

He couldn't help but think of the day when he took Jiang Jian for the first special physical training. The thin-skinned and tender Jiang Jian stood in the sun, touched his neck uncomfortably, and explained to him: "I have not been in good health, so Lack of exercise. But that's not an excuse, I'll try my best."

What did he say?

He said: "Stop talking nonsense and start training!"

He remembered the first night in Qingluan Village again.

Song Zhifan attacked in the middle of the night, Jiang Jian not only sent him away, but also untied Song Zhifan, and chatted with him alone for a long time.

He was so unaware, lying down next to Song Zhihui who was going to hurt him.

Through the door, Zhong Xun heard the last words he said to Song Zhifan before going to sleep.

"You're not the first, and you won't be the last. If you want to kill me, just come."

In what mood did he say this?

Zhong Xun blankly watched the scene in front of him turn black, he couldn't hear or see, and didn't know how this bloody scene without cause and effect would end.

Zhong Xun's heart ached uncontrollably and twitched violently.

Jiang Jian was in shock for a long time.

Opening his eyes again, he saw a man wearing round glasses sitting next to him, pushing the glasses with his middle finger.

"you're awake?"

Zhong Xun looked at the man with round glasses and suddenly realized why Jiang Jian lost his composure when he saw Qin Yun when he was investigating Yunhan Technology.

The man in front of him is very similar to Qin Yun.

Looking at the dark and humid environment, Zhong Xun instantly recalled his identity.

"My name is Gu Ren, and I'm the owner of this store. You may have to live with me for a while in the future."

The author has something to say:

Although this is a sugar-coated copy, the essence is still the sugar that makes the hearts of young lovers get closer, right(?)

Collected some previously buried points,

Look back and guide the way, not necessarily all↓

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