Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chen Ze looked sideways.

"My master, Chi Songzi, handed over three treasures to our three brothers." Zhang Baosheng took a deep breath.

"I am the jade seal, Yan Xin is the tripod, and Ji Lianyuan is the sword."

Zhang Baosheng did not explain who Yan Xin and Ji Lianyuan were. He knew that Chen Ze must know them.

"Aren't your treasures sealed in the ancestral house?" Chen Ze asked.

His "Yellow" ancient sword was firmly sealed in the Ji family's old house, and even after being driven by a certain master surnamed Zhu, thousands of snakes drilled into the well and failed to break through.

"They were buried in the ancestral homes of each of our families." Zhang Baosheng recalled seriously,
"But I deliberately peeked at my jade seal when I buried it. After the master left, I dug it out."

"When I dug, it was smooth and I didn't feel like it was being sealed."

"Yan Xin's tripod seems to be sealed, but after he asked me for the jade seal, he should have taken out the tripod as well."

"I won't tell you about Ji Lianyuan, we have no contact."

Chen Ze listened carefully and said bluntly,
"But I heard that the jade seal belongs to Yan Xin, and he got the tripod from you?"

This is what the doctor said.

"Nonsense." Zhang Baosheng also said bluntly,
"Or he was tricked by Yan Xin."

"The jade seal is mine, he wants to pass through it from me."

"It's just that I didn't expect that he would be so cruel!"

"I gave him the jade seal a long time ago, and I won't argue with him! He actually doesn't want to let me go and wants to silence me!"

“It’s been so long”

"He still wants to harm my whole family!"

Chen Ze pondered.

In the doctor's story, Chi Songzi pointed out to him that the jade seal was in Yan Xin's hand, indicating that Chi Songzi knew about it.

Combined with Zhang Baosheng's statement that Chi Songzi buried the jade seal deliberately for him to see, it seems to indicate that Chi Songzi deliberately let Yan Xin obtain the jade seal and the tripod.

Later, he instructed the doctor to obtain the jade seal from Yan Xue.

As for the sword given to Ji Lianyuan, it was buried firmly in the ground and sealed so that no one could touch it.

So what is Chi Songzi’s plan after making such a big circle?

After Chen Ze pondered, he commanded the memory screen to move forward.

Although the subsequent memory scenes are fragmented, the overall context is still coherent. The content is probably about Zhang Baosheng's glorious qigong master years as "Asia's No. [-] Superman".

Yan Xin's figure appears from time to time, causing the picture to fluctuate every time.

In short, among the three brothers, unlike Ji Lianyuan who completely lost contact, Yan Xin and Zhang Baosheng were in contact from time to time, and their relationship became increasingly close. It was not until Zhang Baosheng was deceived into handing over the jade seal that Yan Xin turned his back on him and finally refused to recognize him. Find a killer to silence.

The scene continues to flow until Zhang Baosheng gets on a train alone. The young man reflected in the glass is high-spirited, and then a few slightly familiar figures flash past the train window.

beep—

As if the signal was cut off, the earliest and most distant memory picture came to an abrupt end.

"This is the day our brothers and sisters parted ways." Zhang Baosheng, who was beside Chen Ze, took his head off his neck and seemed to have forgotten all the painful memories in an instant, and said in a bystander's tone,
"It's also the earliest thing I can remember."

Chen Ze glanced at him, then put his hand into the black hole and adjusted it several times. He punched it like a TV on the butt, but still no new memory screen was broadcast.

in reality
"Zhang Baosheng's memory is defective?"

"Yeah, he wants to remember something."

"Maybe it's just that the conscious mind has forgotten it, but maybe it's still retained in the subconscious mind."

"But since it's in my mind, I'm afraid I'll forget it."

"Why didn't he record it in writing?"

"Because according to him, if you record it in words, you will soon forget the meaning of the words themselves, and you will become illiterate before you finish writing."

"No wonder he dismantled the picture so scattered that nothing can be seen."

"Can't even see it himself?"

"You definitely can't see it, so you can bypass forgetfulness and carve the picture on the stone."

"The really terrible method was that Chisongzi did something to him?"

"How did you move?"

"Memory. Memory"

"Deep memory. Or thinking?".
The doctor suddenly hugged his feet and stopped asking himself questions.

Although he has a "headache", he only has a fake body, so it doesn't matter where he is held.

The wary looking man looked at the doctor and then at Chen Ze.

After making eye contact, Hu quietly picked up a stone tool from the ground that was obviously polished and seemed to be used as a paintbrush and held it in his hand.

"I still don't quite understand." Seeing that the doctor gradually became quiet, Hui turned to Chen Ze and asked,

"Why must I not speak or listen?"

"Roast leg of lamb." Chen Ze said.

poisonous snake:"?"

"Steak, lobster and hairy crab." Chen Ze added.

"Stop, stop talking!" He chewed his teeth uneasily.

"Steamed lamb, steamed bear paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose"

Chen Ze intensified his efforts and went straight to a whole paragraph to report the names of the dishes. When he was done, he reminded,
"Wipe your saliva."

He sighed and straightened his expression.

"What are you thinking about?" Chen Ze asked again.

"Eat." Hui was not ashamed at all.

"Don't think about it." Chen Ze demanded.

After trying it for a while, the anemone made a fuss and said,

"Oh! The longer you don't let me think about you, the more greedy I will be!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Hui also understood the magical power of information brought by language.

As the saying goes, drawing cakes to satisfy hunger and looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, in many cases, people's thinking is actually not under their control.

Not to mention now, even just now, I was so greedy for every "fungus" and "pine nut" in my mouth.

"So that's how it is." The sudden realization dawned on him.

"No wonder he doesn't dare to listen or speak, for fear that he will forget the matter if he gets distracted."

"But... couldn't he tell others directly and ask others to help him remember it?"

"Then Chisongzi, uh, no, Chisongzi probably only did something to him, right? It's impossible to tell others, and others will forget?"

"It's not an infectious disease!"

"It's better to tell others! Let others help me remember it." "If you want to tell someone something, you must first remember it in your mind." Chen Ze nodded.

For Zhang Baosheng, even "recalling" those memories itself will lead to forgetting.

Just like when Ji Lianyuan informed Wang Lin of the treasure information, he inevitably forgot his memory, no matter how hard he recorded it, it was of no avail.

"I understand. After telling others, he may have forgotten about it." He sighed with a hint of unbearability,

"I can't think about it. I don't want to forget him. Life is too awkward."

"So, he may only have one chance to tell others the memory hidden in his mind?"

"If he uses up this opportunity and others don't remember it, or if others fail to pass on the clues due to some changes, then his efforts will be in vain."

"Yes." Chen Ze turned his head and looked at the doctor,

"This one chance is the meaning of everything he does."

"It seems that for the past 30 years, he has been waiting for an opportunity to speak."

"Maybe it's the timing or maybe it's the right person."

Hui then turned his head, looked at the obviously weird doctor on the ground, and sighed softly.

Obviously, Dr. Zhang Baosheng, who had been under house arrest for more than 30 years, never waited for the day when he spoke. In other words, Dr. Zhang was not the right listener.

in a dream.

"I'm waiting for you." Zhang Baosheng's tone became more determined and he faced Chen Zedao,
"I don't know who I'm waiting for."

"I only know that if there is someone who can find me, who can make me speak, who can ask me about the past, and who can remind me of the memories that I should remember."

"Then this person is the person I want to wait for."

"Now. You are in front of me."

"So you are the one I am waiting for."

"Come on, take away my memory and give me relief."

Chen Ze looked at him, his hands came out like musical notes, and kept jumping in the air.

Like composing a piece of music, everything in the entire cave and even outside the cave was lifted open, revealing the "nothing" that contains nothing.

There was no memory image, and the two of them were wrapped in the boundless void.

"Where is your memory?" Chen Ze's hands quickly flew back and caught them on their own.

"I don't know." Zhang Baosheng still looked at Chen Ze,

"You'll find a way."

"There are no memories of you from earlier here." Chen Ze said word for word,

"But you also mentioned the details of your previous relationship."

This is an obvious contradiction. In the dream, Zhang Baosheng's memory was fixed on the time when he parted with his brothers.

But Zhang Baosheng's consciousness had just mentioned that a long time ago, before the brothers were disbanded, Chi Songzi buried many details of the jade seal in their hometown.

"I can't remember." Zhang Baosheng said frankly,
"I just know it."

Just like ordinary people, even if their memory is completely lost, they are like a blank sheet of paper, they can eat, drink, poop and sleep without anyone teaching them.

Zhang Baosheng's memories obviously existed, but they were hidden deeper by him, almost as much as "instinct".

So Chen Ze decided to rummage deeper into what might be called Zhang Baosheng's subconscious.

"Come on." Zhang Baosheng understood Chen Ze's eyes.

"Be patient." Chen Ze took out a tickle with the word "yellow" engraved on it from nothingness, pointed the curved end at Zhang Baosheng's head and stabbed it, then buckled it, and finally pulled hard, and pulled out another piece of it. A Zhang Baosheng.

This Zhang Baosheng is like a man with dementia. Once he appears, he will only repeat meaningless chewing movements.

Is it the instinct to eat?
Chen Ze kept moving, constantly pulling out various kinds of Zhang Baosheng, first incarnations of various instincts, and then gradually transitioned into memories.

Bang, bang.
The Zhang Baoshengs who came out later turned into memory film screens. With just one glance, Chen Ze could distinguish the memories contained in them.

There are not only the past of their senior brothers, but also Zhang Baosheng's memory of living alone earlier, which is not only chaotic, but also ordinary.

If we use the analogy of a snake, it is like the yellow mud covering the surface of a beggar's chicken.

And Chen Ze held the itch in his hand, peeling away all the memory fragments used to cover it up like peeling an onion until...
"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Zhang Baosheng, who had been silently enduring the tremendous pain caused by memory stripping, suddenly began to struggle, without any restraint, as if he was wrapped in invisible glue.

pat.

An invisible tearing sound sounded, and a face grew on the side of his neck.

Then more faces and heads popped out of his body, like grapevines laden with fruit.

Chen Ze tickled it like a whack-a-mole, hitting it accurately, causing a large number of disordered and messy memory fragments to burst out.

Even after smashing all the extra faces on Zhang Baosheng's body, Chen Ze still couldn't find the memory he wanted.

"Chuckles."

At this moment, Zhang Baosheng turned his head. His original face had been slightly deformed for some time. It not only had the original facial features, but also was swollen like an anthropomorphic beast. It was simply the best example of the uncanny valley effect.

found it.

Only then did Chen Ze stop scratching.

"Cluck cluck cluck."

Zhang Baosheng's face made strange noises while gradually improving, completely changing into another appearance, and then slowly, slowly growing out of its original body.

The scene was like a human corpse that was about to break out of the alien body after the parasitic pregnancy was completed. It was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

As if the speed was too slow, the monster that grew out of Zhang Baosheng's body exerted force, tearing Zhang Baosheng's original body into pieces scattered on the ground.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Deafening thunder suddenly appeared, followed by wind, rain, clouds, lightning, and blood filling almost every corner.

Rumble rumble rumble——

I don’t know when, but the purely nihilistic background panels around me turned into concrete scenes, making this small area around me look like a stage theater for a performance, complete with lights, props, and characters.

The only audience member, Chen Ze, had already stayed away, watching quietly as if he were actually watching a drama.

So on the stage, the corpses that were shedding old skin continued to proliferate, and while they were piled on the ground and even built high, they also changed into another appearance.

At this point, the stage play officially begins, reappearing into memory scenes that are indistinguishable from the real scene.

Chen Ze understood that this was the past that Zhang Baosheng had hidden deep in his memory and guarded for more than thirty years.

Rumble, rumble, rumble!
The only accompaniment was extremely noisy, and the place was filled with wind and rain. It seemed like an empty wasteland. Only when the electric light came on occasionally could one see the corpses everywhere and the only standing man.

This is a massacre.

Chen Ze judged that this stranger who he had never seen before, but whose eyebrows looked vaguely familiar, was the executioner.

Rumble rumble!
The screen slowly zoomed in, until the man was in close-up, and a scrapped bicycle at his feet was clearly revealed.

Using a bicycle as a reference, this humanoid creature is at least five meters tall, with tattered clothes and blood all over its body. Its bulging muscles are many times more exaggerated than those in fighting comics. It looks like a Hulk with red skin.

And the redness on his body is not all from the blood he has been contaminated with. Thick blood mist goes in and out of his mouth and nose as if it is alive, driving the red energy fluctuations to continuously rise and fall, surrounding the strong body like cast iron. body. (End of chapter)