Ten Days End

"You called me "wife"... so I lost my temper?"

Yan Zhichun lowered his head and thought for a while, and found that this matter was unexpectedly reasonable.

At least it was more reasonable than Jiang Ruoxue's suggestion that "you can only choose one between me and Aries."

Jiang Ruoxue has always been a casual person, and there is no reason to force herself into a dilemma with a few words.

On the contrary, she is a person who cares about boundaries very much.

If you want to make friends with Jiang Ruoxue, you must draw a clear sense of boundaries in advance. After all, she once said when she met Jiang Ruoxue-

"I like to say ugly things in advance."

I didn't say any "ugly words" at that time, why did I say this point of view...?

"Zhichun...are you okay?" Jiang Ruoxue asked softly, "Sit down first...if you have anything to say, talk slowly."

She pulled Yan Zhichun aside and found a chair to sit down.

Yan Zhichun was obviously overwhelmed by her memory. She had a blank expression on her face and felt dizzy.

"Ruoxue..." She reached out and held Jiang Ruoxue's wrist, her fingertips were cold.

"It's okay..." Jiang Ruoxue said, "Zhichun... There's no need to be afraid, isn't everything fine now? You're still here, you haven't lost your mind, it's just that there are some things you haven't figured out..."

Yan Zhichun knew that things were not that simple, it was not as simple as "some things you haven't figured out".

This situation had also happened in front of Aries, and disordered memories began to appear wildly.

Aries once told himself that no matter what kind of memory it was, they were all real.

But if a person's memories were inconsistent and there was a time disorder, were they still real?

"I feel like there's something wrong with my brain..." Yan Zhichun said, "Ruoxue, you may not know how panicked I am. Now is the most important moment, but not only the leader of this plan has a problem, but also I have a problem... The two of us who are in a mess together are simply..."

"What can go wrong with the brain?" Jiang Ruoxue smiled bitterly, "We can't even catch a cold in this place, and you still expect your brain to be sick?"

"But..."

While the three people were silent, someone knocked on the door softly.

Jiang Ruoxue and Zheng Yingxiong turned their heads and saw that the visitor was wearing a dirty white coat, like a doctor, and he was holding two deformed cans in his hands.

"Didn't disturb you..." the man said, "My name is Zhao Haibo, and I am now one of the deputy leaders of "Tiantangkou"... I'll bring you some food."

No one in the room spoke, but just watched Doctor Zhao put the two cans on the table quietly.

"Ah... I didn't expect there were three people here. "Doctor Zhao reached out and touched Zheng Yingxiong's head, but Zheng Yingxiong dodged.

He smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, kid, I'll get another can later."

The room was still very quiet.

"Well, well, if you need any help, just tell me." Doctor Zhao smiled a little embarrassedly, "I have saved my memory twice, and I remember a lot of things. If you don't understand, you can ask me. Here, everyone should help each other."

Jiang Ruoxue and Yan Zhichun stared at Doctor Zhao without saying a word. Not to mention saving the memory twice, even if the memory was saved for two years, you have to ask humbly in this room. How can the person in front of him be so confident?

Doctor Zhao also felt that the atmosphere was a little awkward, so he continued to talk about nothing: "I just heard you say "brain problems"... If you have something to say, you can tell me... I still know a little about the brain..."

Jiang Ruoxue stared at Doctor Zhao for a long time, chuckled and said: "If you want to chat up, now is not the time, and the means are indeed a bit low-end. "

"No, no, no... Oh..." Doctor Zhao waved his hands after hearing this, "This is a little different from chatting up... Since I have become the deputy leader of this organization, I must have a good relationship with the people in the organization..."

"No need." Yan Zhichun said coldly, "Take the food away, we are not members of "Heaven's Mouth", and I don't trust you."

"Ah this..." Doctor Zhao smiled awkwardly, and then said, "I really don't mean any harm... You can tell me about brain problems. I used to be a brain doctor."

"Brain doctor...?"

These four words finally aroused Yan Zhichun's interest, and she turned her head to look at Jiang Ruoxue.

"Brain doctor is not right..." Jiang Ruoxue asked doubtfully, "Zhichun's problem seems more like neurological or psychological factors..."

"That doesn't prevent you from talking to me."

Doctor Zhao pulled a chair and sat down without hesitation. He was very gentlemanly and kept a safe distance of two or three meters from the two girls: "Like I said, we are all members of the organization. I will try my best to help you."

Yan Zhichun thought for a while, and still looked at Jiang Ruoxue. After all, Jiang Ruoxue knew more about interpersonal communication than her.

A stranger who wanted to help her no matter what, in Yan Zhichun's opinion, was definitely malicious.

"In that case... it doesn't matter to ask." Jiang Ruoxue said with a smile, "Anyway, there is strength in numbers. Maybe this doctor really has a good idea?"

Hearing Jiang Ruoxue say this, Yan Zhichun could only nod, and then said with a little embarrassment: "Doctor Zhao, before talking about my situation, I must first declare to you that I am not a lunatic and I don't have delusions, but there are indeed some incredible things happening to me, which make me look like a lunatic."

"Hmm...?" "Dr. Zhao asked himself that he had never heard such an opening statement in his many years of medical practice. "Miss, you seem to be a little mistaken. I am a brain doctor, not a psychiatrist... I just want to know your symptoms. Your mental state is usually not that important to me. Besides... judging whether a person is crazy cannot be based on his own cognition as a reference."

Dr. Zhao's professionalism quickly put Yan Zhichun down her guard. She nodded and said, "You are right."

She organized her words and said the dilemma that had been bothering her.

"Dr. Zhao, the memory in my mind seems to be different from others, but I remember those things clearly. "Yan Zhichun swallowed and said, "Even if this place is a place full of "echoes"... I can't figure out the principle of this matter."

"Doesn't this sound like the "Mandela Effect"...?" Dr. Zhao blinked and said, "It's normal. I also remember some favorite cartoon clips when I was a child. When I grew up, I found that I was the only one who watched it. This is just a self-repair method of the brain. "

"Mandela Effect... No. "Yan Zhichun shook his head. "I have seen the situation you described, but they are just some memory fragments at most. They can't be compared with what is bothering me."