Hang up to study, I became a master of esoteric religion

After finishing the phone call, Yuanzi returned to the bedside, looked at Yan Qianqian, and held her soft hand.

The ritual of inviting me is the knowledge rewarded by the system, Yuanzi subconsciously recalled the knowledge of the ritual of inviting me, especially the knowledge about the sacrifice conditions.

Chapter 296 The Flower of Hope

Green heavy-duty armored vehicles and tanks drove into Yuanzi's private villa compound. If Yuanzi hadn't said that he didn't want helicopters to pick him up, the military would have already brought in several helicopters to take them to the hospital.

Fortunately, Yuanzi's villa is not far from the nearby military hospital. After a flurry of chaos inside the Yunguo military, it finally calmed down.

"Report to Professor Yuan! Unit 480 of our army is in place! Can you send someone in to transport the patient to the train?" A top military officer stood downstairs and shouted angrily.

Mariko made a gesture on the balcony to come up, and four soldiers carrying stretchers and a few white coats rushed into the house and ran up the stairs.

A few seconds later, the soldiers carefully carried Yan Qianqian onto the stretcher.

The female doctor felt here and there, and checked that Yan Qianqian's physical condition was still stable, without rapid heartbeat or pulse.

"Ship away!"

The female military doctor waved her hand, then turned to chat with Yuanzi again, asking about the specific condition.

"When she woke up today, she had a headache when she saw me, and asked who I am, doctor, do you think there is any way to help her remember me without pain?" Yuanzi said.

The female military doctor didn't expect that it was related to memory, which involved neurology, not her area of ​​expertise.

"Professor Yuan, Professor Yan's condition will only be known after a thorough examination at the hospital. If it's convenient for you, you can tell me some daily things that have not been kept secret recently. This will help us doctors." Female military doctor said quickly.

At the same time, another doctor came over. She brought a radio and wireless earphones in her ears, and heard the voice of her superior: "Professor Yuan, the superior allows you to disclose the contents of confidentiality levels S1 to S3 to the doctor. This is for the sake of your illness." , if it is beyond the confidentiality authority, please explain the content to your superiors, and tell the doctor after asking for permission."

"I see." Yuanzi nodded.

Yuanzi and Yan Qianqian's projects are mostly world-class scientific research projects, and the level of confidentiality is quite high.

Of course, there are also some small projects whose confidentiality level is not high, because those projects are converted from military use to civilian use, and sooner or later they will be pushed to the market to earn foreign exchange, and they don't mind being known by doctors.

But Yuanzi knew that these confidential information had nothing to do with Qianqian's headache and amnesia. The real secret was the dream game, which was a secret unknown to the country, and a little secret of the two of them.

Yuanzi had a hunch that modern medical conditions could not cure Yan Qianqian's amnesia, and in the end she had to rely on mysterious and mysterious knowledge to save her.

So in order to save Yan Qianqian's memory, what price would Yuanzi have to pay?

Yuanzi has used the mysterious ritual so many times, and has never lost anything. Now she finally feels the cruel side of the mysterious ritual.

No one can obtain mysterious power so smoothly, either the price is taken from others, or from oneself.

Some things don't feel bad when you lose them, but once you lose some things, your heart hurts to death.

Yuanzi showed a regretful expression on the road, sometimes clenched his fists, and sometimes let go of his palms.

The doctor sitting in the military vehicle didn't dare to ask Yuanzi. He always felt that a big secret was involved, and sweat gradually appeared on his head, for fear that Yuanzi would spit out a big secret that others shouldn't hear.

Several armored vehicles roared past all the way, tanks opened the way, and the whole road was under martial law to clear the way for the convoy.

Passers-by were all driven away, and it was unknown which important person was being escorted into the hospital.

Someone raised his mobile phone and wanted to take some key videos and send them to short video software to make money, but the soldiers found out and pushed them away mercilessly.

Passers-by left full of regret, and Yuanzi arrived at the military hospital without incident and was put in a special ward for examination.

In the hospital, the neurologist waited for a long time, but Yan Qianqian was still sleeping, unable to ask questions, and could only do some routine physical examinations.

After some tests, there were no major problems or minor problems. His physical health was beyond ordinary, and his muscle density was not much worse than that of normal soldiers.

"Blood pressure is slightly high. It may be due to heavy scientific research tasks recently. It is recommended to take a good rest." An old doctor raised his glasses and said.

Another doctor hesitated to speak. He wanted to ask how Yan Qianqian managed to have such good physical fitness, and he felt no worse than an athlete.

Mariko nodded, hearing the good news didn't improve her mentality, she needed to think of more things.

Half a day later, Yan Qianqian woke up.

The neurologist sat by the hospital bed, asked in a soft voice, and guided Yan Qianqian to think about recalling her childhood. This is a more suitable way, starting with a safe memory.

But Yuanzi suddenly thought of what to do if Yan Qianqian pulled out the memory of the dream, this is not good.

Yuanzi monitored the conversation in the ward in real time, and the doctor also wore earphones. If Yuanzi told her to stop, they would immediately stop asking and exit.

Fortunately, Yan Qianqian did not show any inclination to reveal fragments of dream memory, and waited until the doctor finished asking, before Yan Qianqian asked, "Where is that girl this morning?"

Mariko was slightly delighted, isn't it me who is asking this question?

Mariko hurriedly asked the neurologist, "Can I appear in front of her? Will it irritate her?"

The doctor said cautiously: "You can talk to her with your voice first, then video chat, and then choose to talk with her in person according to her acceptance."

Yuanzi thought for a while, then called Yan Qianqian, and Yan Qianqian's cell phone by the bed rang immediately.

Yan Qianqian picked up the phone and saw that the name on the phone was Yuanzi. She frowned slightly, trying to remember who it was.

There was a slight pain in her head, but she still pressed the answer button.

After the phone was answered, the two sides did not speak for a long time.

"Hey, is anyone there?" In the end, Yan Qianqian spoke first, asking Yuanzi why he was calling.

"I'm here." Mariko said softly.

Yan Qianqian heard this strange yet familiar voice, she had heard it somewhere before, but why did she forget it.

"Are you the morning one?"

"Well, it's me, are you feeling better now?" Yuanzi tried to say more words while watching the doctor's expression.

The doctor stood at the door of the ward, monitoring Yan Qianqian's expression in the ward.

After monitoring for two seconds, the doctor nodded to Yuanzi and gestured with sign language: there is no major issue at the moment, you can continue to chat, but it is not appropriate to increase the stimulation. It is best to chat about some content without quality and chat that will not touch memories.

After Yuanzi understood it, he chatted with Yan Qianqian about weather, food, and nonsense, all of which were not nutritious.

Occasionally, Yuanzi would rack his brains to tell some jokes, even though the jokes were not very funny, Yan Qianqian still laughed.

Hearing that heartfelt laughter, Yuanzi's tense body relaxed.

After chatting for half an hour, the two hung up the phone.

Afterwards, the doctor told Yuanzi that Qianqian's headache symptoms were relieved and not as serious as imagined, and a flower of hope appeared in Yuanzi's heart again.

Chapter 297

It was a quiet night, Yuanzi walked across the small wooden bridge of his house, and heard Gugu's flowing water lying under it.

Knowing that this matter should not be rushed, she returned to her home to rest.

Opening the bedroom door, I wanted to turn on the computer, but suddenly my eyes shifted to the paintings on the wall.

It was a crow drawn with a black pencil, with shiny feathers, a small head, and black eyes, which gave people the illusion of red pupils.

Yuanzi's head hurts a little, and she can't remember when she bought this crow painting and brought it home.

"Who bought this?"

"Yan Qianqian?"

"Or did I buy it myself?"

"No, I can draw by myself, why should I buy other people's paintings?"

Mariko recalled repeatedly in his mind that his favorite painters were basically Two-dimensional painters, not fans of realism.

Moreover, this style of painting, this mysterious tone, somehow touched Mariko's knowledge of mysterious side-drawing techniques.

Yuanzi is like a bewildered person, leaning in front of the painting, carefully scrutinizing all the details of the painting with his eyes, staring at it tightly, simulating the details of the painting in his mind.

These soft and natural brushstrokes, gloomy style, and mysterious trends are 100% my own painting style.

"Why is it so like I drew it myself?"

"Have I forgotten the paintings I drew?" Mariko looked at the other murals in the room, and she still remembered some of the paintings were painted by herself, but as long as they were paintings of crows, Mariko didn't have any impression, and felt very strange.

Yuanzi opened the mobile phone search artist website, jumped to the artist background, and browsed the works she had published.

A pair of exquisite and mysterious paintings came into view, some made her scalp tingle, some made her face full of curiosity, and at the same time, she recalled all the details of her painting in her mind.

But for all the paintings related to the crow element, Yuanzi forgot all about it, and felt very strange instead.

"The crow...who is it?"

"Why did I draw it?"

Yuanzi's eyebrows were deeply frowned, and the painful tingling went deep into the bone marrow, which made her stop remembering and investigate the reason.

At this time, Yuanzi finally felt Yan Qianqian's pain.

Presumably, Yan Qianqian also experienced such pain when she woke up and saw Yuanzi.

When Yuanzi thought that he had forgotten an important thing, and this kind of thing might be very important, he was in a state of confusion.

That night, Yuanzi suffered from insomnia, and got up with panda eyes, staring at the light of the horizon.

Mariko closed his eyes until the sun was dazzling, and slowly rested his eyes.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yuanzi showed up at the military hospital and chatted with Yan Qianqian on her mobile phone again.

Yan Qianqian is in a good mood today, chatting with Yuanzi is no longer such a headache, but the doctor still suggested to wait until the video chat.

On the third day, Yuanzi tried to communicate with Yan Qianqian via video, Yan Qianqian showed signs of headache again, but it was not as serious as the previous two days.

In this way, Yuanzi tried many times to slowly relieve Yan Qianqian's headache.

According to the doctor, the brain has adapted to Yuanzi's existence, and the subconscious mind has no form of strong rejection.

In the process of boiling the frog in warm water, Yuanzi gradually integrated into Yan Qianqian's life, reappeared in the ward, and had a long talk with Yan Qianqian.

However, the lost memories did not come back. Yan Qianqian only felt that Yuanzi's face was familiar, but did not recall any memories related to Yuanzi.

During this period, Yan Qianqian's parents were picked up by the military, and the mother and daughter hugged each other with tears streaming down their faces.

Mariko didn't get involved, and leaned on the window sill in the next ward alone, watching the scenery.

The breeze blows gently, and the ponytail braid flutters gently.

Mariko narrowed his eyes slightly, the wind is very noisy today.

……

When Yuanzi tried hard to remember the crow, and Yan Qianqian looked curiously at Yuanzi, the stranger who broke into her life, an intelligence message from overseas came to China.

"We found the 'Meteorite'!"

The news was short, but the news was explosive. Domestic intelligence workers immediately knew that it was referring to the mysterious organization.

Mariko was once attacked by a mysterious organization code-named meteorite during a horoscope. The country was furious and sent people to investigate for a long time.

This "meteorite" hides very deeply and usually does not show its feet.

At that time, there were no occultists in the country, even if Yuanzi divined the coordinates, when their people passed by, the other party evacuated first, obviously there were spies monitoring the intelligence personnel's investigation.

This is because there are a group of mystic talents in the country, so there is a chance to find their clues.

Mariko stayed in the room, and frowned when he heard the news.

To be reasonable, Yuanzi still doesn't want to pay attention to any mysterious organization. Now she just wants to be with Yan Qianqian and help him remember herself.

"Professor Yuan, Professor Yan's brain has no signs of headaches, and all physical examinations are also in a very healthy state. It is better to say that the physical fitness is not worse than that of soldiers. I think it is too much to lie in the hospital..." The female doctor cautiously Said.

The translation is that it is impossible for Yan Qianqian to get better if she stays in the hospital. This is a closed environment, which is far better than an open environment.

"Yuanzi, you don't need to care about me that much. I just forgot about you, but I can feel that you really care about me." Yan Qianqian said solemnly while holding Yuanzi's hand.

Yuanzi looked at Yan Qianqian's pure eyes, without any impurities or other small thoughts, only the consideration and concern for his friends.

Yes, Yuanzi discovered that there was an obvious change in Yan Qianqian after she lost her memory, that is, the number of times she looked at each other increased.

His eyes are open, without fear, and without any mediocre thoughts.

Such a look, such a tone, reminded Yuanzi that before the dream, the squad leader Yan Qianqian treated her so relaxedly and friendly.

"Yeah." Yuanzi hummed lightly, thinking of a lot of things in his mind, and felt that he needed to tidy up.

Since returning from the dream, Yan Qianqian has been a little strange, but Yuanzi and Yan Qianqian have lived with Yan Qianqian for too long, so they didn't notice such very small details.

Now Yan Qianqian has no memory of adventures with Yuanzi, nor memories of going to school with Yuanzi, only knows that Yuanzi is a very caring friend.

In the eyes of Yan Qianqian now, Yuanzi is the closest good friend on the surface, without any emotional factors, this is the purest friendship.