Conan: The Mechanic

"Isn't the method of smelling clothes really reminding me of something before, why do I need a new way to promote memory?" Wilson nervously watched Gregory, who was stripped naked, sit in a semi-closed bath and prepared to Put a plate over the last unsealed part of the bath - when this is done, Gregory will be completely silent in the dark.

"That time I just remembered by immersing myself in the clothes of those people on the scene, and this time I'm going to deprive all my senses and try again." Gregory replied. "Compared to the last time, this time I have fewer distractions and more materials for my memories."

Wilson suddenly noticed a yellow-skinned bathtub duck with a small medicine box on its back floating in the bathtub. "What is that, your painkillers don't look like that!"

"This thing?" Gregory raised his eyebrows, picked up the duckling, poured all the pills into his mouth, and answered after taking a sip of the water in the bathtub. "Secret treasure for exam preparation, brain elixir."

"Brain elixir..." Wilson carefully recalled the shape of the pill. "Wait a minute, did you just take physostigmine?"

"Otherwise?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"Are you crazy? Taking Alzheimer's drugs at that dose will overload your heart and brain at the same time!"

"I know very well, and I also know that I need to activate my brain to the limit in this way." Gregory threw the duck out of the bathtub.

Why does a doctor care so much for a patient whose name is unknown? Not even Gregory himself knew—in fact, he had no idea for whom he would make such a sacrifice. But his subconscious is asking him to make such a sacrifice, showing that his subconscious believes the other person's identity is worth it.

Who is it worth using this method as the price?

As the bathtub was covered with a board by Gregory himself, his vision and hearing were simultaneously deprived.

The next thing to do is to sniff the clothes hidden in the bathtub.

The scene of the bus appeared in front of him in a clearer way than before, but this time, there was only one person in the bus besides him.

"Why on earth are you here," Gregory sat in the seat next to the mysterious girl - the mysterious girl has been sitting in this position, and Gregory sat beside her when he appeared in the illusion on the seat. "You...are you referring to a specific person, or the person I'm looking for?"

"Yes, I am your answer." The mysterious girl leaned on Gregory's body without any scruples. "So now the question is simple, who am I?"

"As the subconscious mind of my brain, this should be the question I ask you, not you." Gregory glanced at the girl who was snuggling in his neck. "Or, as a subconscious mind, what are you implying to me?"

"No, I don't know the answer either." Grabbing Gregory's hand lightly, the girl placed the hand between her chest and neck under Gregory's somewhat surprised gaze— —She's wearing only this one, so Gregory can feel her skin and feel the heat that doesn't feel like a fantasy at all.

"Is this an important reminder, or is this dream going to a strange place?" Gregory frowned slightly, but did not withdraw his hand.

"This is your dream. If you want to know the answer, I won't do it. Obviously you are indulging your dirty thoughts, so you can't blame me." The girl gently rubbed the grid with her cheek. Gregory's forearm, said softly.

"Don't blame me, men are like this." Gregory snorted. "But seriously, is it a bit too much to waste my time with this kind of spring dream at this time? Can you give me some hints that I need?"

"I come from your brain, so of course I will give you the clues you need," the mysterious girl stood up from her seat and sat on Gregory's lap under his surprised eyes. "But this is the clue that your subconscious mind gave you, what can I do?"

"I haven't had a call girl in a long time, and they're not that important to me, has anyone else sat on my lap?" Gregory frowned, staring at the mysterious the girl's eyes asked.

"It's about your subconscious, I'm just the result of the realization." The girl continued to take Gregory's hand and rub it against her collarbone.

Gregory's expression suddenly became serious, he squeezed the girl's body lightly, and looked at what he was picking up while the other party complained a little charmingly.

It was a pale yellow transparent pendant, and a flying insect of which the specific species could not be clearly identified was wrapped in it.

"This kind of thing doesn't match my hobby... It seems that its function is to lead me to the answer, right?" Gregory held the pendant, raised his head again, and looked at the mysterious girl with a smile.

"I know what can awaken your subconscious, so please tell me, who am I?" The mysterious girl's face was full of expectant eyes

"Resin and protein..." When Gregory said this, his face changed suddenly. "Do not……"

"Who am I?" The mysterious girl repeated her question again.

"Amber..." Gregory muttered.

The man he was sitting on the night bus with before the accident was Amber, the wife of his best friend Wilson.

As he muttered to himself, the mysterious girl sat beside him again, and her body also turned into the image of a blonde—that was what Amber looked like.

Beside them, the figures of the passengers and drivers, as well as the street scene outside the car, became clear~www.readwn.com~, and Gregory also saw the garbage truck ramming from the side road.

Crying, wailing, until Gregory's head slammed into the glass of the bus during the rollover process, these senses and vision suddenly stopped.

The next moment, Gregory was already standing outside the car, staring at the rescuers.

"You look fine," observed Gregory, who seemed to be petrified, and the medical staff pointed to another group of people not far away. "Go to them, and they'll do more detailed processing for you."

Gregory looked there blankly, but found that the light there was getting stronger and stronger, even more than the daytime.

There is no doubt that this time the hallucination will end again.

"Hu-hu-" Gregory opened his eyes sharply, gasping for breath-beside him were several doctors, including Wilson, who seemed to have just left him.

"You are too bold!" Wilson let out a long breath. "The physostigmine you're taking has put your heart into cardiac arrest!"

"Amber," Gregory said quickly, before he could pay attention to him. "The man in the car was Amber... We didn't see her here probably because she was taken to another hospital."

"Have you taken too much medicine?" Wilson raised his eyebrows. "You almost killed yourself just to prove that you're out of your mind? How could Amber take the bus—"

Gregory stared at him stubbornly until Wilson's expression became solemn.

"But...but..." he stammered. "Why is she with you?"

"I don't know." Gregory shook his head.