Chapter 105: Memory Origin

This unprecedented event seemed to let Yuan Zi'ang indulge himself for a while, before he returned to normal at his guardian's reminder.

"I have a premonition that in the near future," Yuan Zi'ang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled:

"I will make a significant mark on the cause of human brain science."

"But I..." At this moment, Ding Mo finally spoke up:

"But I really feel that I remember everything from before clearly!"

He did not feel that his memory had any errors or omissions.

"The brain has a function of filling in the blanks," Yuan Zi'ang still shook his head:

"Do you remember the biscuit box theory? You only saw the shell of the memory; for example, if the shell, or rather the packaging, has 'strawberry chocolate' drawn on it, you will automatically fill in the taste of strawberry chocolate biscuits, as well as the possible texture.

"But because it is empty inside, the texture you feel is not necessarily real; it might just be your imagination."

"..."

Another long silence followed.

Seeing that Ding Mo did not ask, Yuan Zi'ang began to observe his brain once again—microscopes, optical lenses, and the like took turns, and he even used an infrared analyzer.

While looking, Yuan Zi'ang also wore a look of regret; this time, the equipment he brought was not complete enough to observe this wonder from all angles!

"I want to retrieve my memories... what should I do?" Ding Mo's slightly difficult voice came through.

Although Ding Mo had this suspicion in his heart when he couldn't find the "World Noise" of his original world, hearing it for real still made him feel somewhat hard to accept.

No one can quickly accept that their memories are fake, even if it hardly affects their current life or cognition.

"Ah, actually you don't need to retrieve those memories; you can live a normal life perfectly fine right now..."

After a long silence, Ding Mo said again: "I must retrieve them."

He wanted to know what exactly had happened to him!

"Fine, I don't want to remind you that this isn't necessarily a good thing, but you won't listen anyway." Yuan Zi'ang said, and then did something.

After a while, the time was already approaching 2 hours.

Yuan Zi'ang then said: "It's truly magical... I found it."

"What?" Ding Mo asked immediately.

Yuan Zi'ang tapped his forehead:

"Your true 'Memory Origin'! That is, the starting point of those 'memories that are not empty shells' of yours; they began to accumulate from that point in time."

As he spoke, Yuan Zi'ang paused, and after his fingers moved, he said:

"Watch closely, I have already activated that part of the memory..."

As Yuan Zi'ang's voice fell, Ding Mo felt images flash back before his eyes—not that there were real images, but they appeared just like the images people imagine in their minds normally.

"This is..." Soon, Ding Mo's body jolted!

It was fortunate that he was tied up, otherwise this jolt might have shaken his brains out.

"I bet that was when you just finished your first 'Typewriter' Task." Yuan Zi'ang laughed.

"..."

"Not it? Hmm, it wouldn't be yesterday, would it? Or just now?"

The guardian spoke up at this time:

"Dr. Yuan, Mr. Ding Mo clearly has not forgotten the promise he made to us three days ago. Inference: His memory cycle is not that short."

"Alright, that's it, we can finish now." Ding Mo said silently.

"Eh..." Yuan Zi'ang seemed a bit disappointed; he lingered and took a few more looks at Ding Mo's brain before finally stitching it up carefully.

"Alright, if there are any more problems with your brain in the future, remember to find me! Given your special nature, we can waive your fees!"

Ding Mo watched Yuan Zi'ang leave with all his things, and then he sat down on the sofa with a thud.

"..."

It was already the middle of the night, and he lit a cigarette,

but he didn't smoke it all night, just sitting blankly on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Until dawn,

the clouds parted and the fog cleared, the long blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the window, hitting him like a whip; only then did Ding Mo get up.

After making a phone call, he went out feeling somewhat lost.

He ate breakfast as usual, ran blindly around the playground for a few laps, and then had lunch and dinner.

The canteen, home, and training ground formed a three-point line, like a robot made of screws.

The next afternoon.

Ding Mo went to see Dong Xiaoyu.

In the enclosed room, there was a wooden table, a plate of food, a cup of tea, and a young girl.

Ding Mo looked at Dong Xiaoyu, who was dressed like a porcelain doll, opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

The air was somewhat stifling—no, it should be said it was somewhat heavy; the surrounding steel facilities squeezed the space into something very tense and rigid.

Having been here for nearly half an hour, the tea and food on the table had not decreased by even a bit.

"What's wrong?" Dong Xiaoyu finally couldn't help but speak, her dark purple pupils staring at Ding Mo.

"... Ah." Ding Mo said expressionlessly:

"I came this time just to ask you, after becoming... like this now, do you have any special feelings?"

"Special feelings?" Dong Xiaoyu shook her head.

"Eh..." Ding Mo sighed.

"What is actually wrong?" A trace of worry appeared in Dong Xiaoyu's eyes; she got up, came to Ding Mo's side, and sat in his lap.

"You could have told me."

"I..." Ding Mo glanced at the camera in the corner and could only say:

"Suppose that you now and the you from before are not the same person at all, that you have become a different person without even realizing it yourself,

"When you know this, what would you do?"

Upon hearing this, Dong Xiaoyu, sitting in his lap, swung her pair of long white legs and said coldly:

"What would I do? There is no difference!"

"... How could that be?"

"Think about it, from childhood to adulthood," Dong Xiaoyu said, appearing to reminisce:

"You grew from less than a meter tall to over a meter tall, you grew teeth and..." Dong Xiaoyu looked down at her own unremarkable chest and skipped over the topic,

"I know what you are thinking; a while ago, I also thought about this question.

"But in short, compared to your childhood self, from having no teeth to having teeth, from crawling to standing upright, you have already become another 'Guaishou'!"

Dong Xiaoyu's voice was like a pool of clear spring water, murmuring with a gentle softness revealed within the chill, as if a spring breeze were brushing over an icy surface, causing all things to begin to melt.

Every one of her words was wrapped in honey-like comfort, drifting lightly into Ding Mo's ears:

"Then, just accept your own changes and growth, and be the same as before. Just let nature take its course..."

Amidst the endless stream of words, Ding Mo gradually became dazed.

In an instant, it was as if he had been struck by a violent bolt of lightning that had raced for a hundred miles! For a moment, he was dizzy and lightheaded, his body felt as if it were caught in a storm, and his hair felt as if it were being lashed!

His world was collapsing and shattering!

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of needle points, and eventually disappeared completely! Leaving only pure white eyes, his eyelids split from the intensity!

This was still not enough to describe the extreme shock in his heart.

That's right, isn't it just a little bit of change? In this life, who can remain unchanged?

What's more, he had only lost his memory; it was just that the symptoms of this memory loss were a little bit stranger than others'...

"Thank you! Xiaoyu!" Ding Mo picked her up and kissed her fiercely, until even her porcelain-white, cold face revealed a rare blush.

It could be described as "A touch of shy makeup intoxicates the overlord, a slight smile topples a city. Three thousand strands of icy silk, white clothes, Mo-jun gives a caress and she shyly leans in"!

"I'll come to see you next time!" Ding Mo ran off in a flash after finishing his kisses.

"O-okay." Dong Xiaoyu stood on tiptoe in her small leather shoes, watching him leave.