Chapter 1019

Adam fainted.

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"Regained memory again? There were no black slugs this time…… Is it only when encountering black rectangles that black slugs appear?"

"The Foundation's memory deletion surgery doesn't seem to be worth that price. It's fine for Marion to recall part of the truth, but it's quite funny that Adam, as an ordinary person, can recall it continuously."

"If a D-class personnel recalled the days before becoming a lab rat during an experiment, would he collapse on the spot?"

"Adam and Marion should be special…… or rather, this is not memory deletion at all, but some kind of rewriting or overwriting. Under extreme emotional fluctuations, forgotten neural circuits will re-establish connections, allowing them to recall what things were originally like."

"Unfortunately, when 343 introduced the Foundation system, he only talked about the general idea and didn't involve these subsequent parts…… However, the Garden of Recollection and the Family should have technology in this area of memory deletion, right?"

"Maybe the IPC has it too."

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This is……

Eyes opened slowly, and the skin felt a hard and cold touch.

When Adam fully recovered his consciousness and his eyes became agile, he found himself in the front of a classroom.

What's going on……

Then, he realized he was like a discarded puppet, his body lying under the blackboard, one arm stretched out along the wall.

Why am I here?

Adam supported the floor with his other hand, intending to sit up, but immediately felt something strange, making him take another look at that hand.

"My God!" he exclaimed.

Adam held his bad hand and checked the overly terrible finger stumps.

They were rough and irregular, covered with scar tissue and scabs, without any trace of stitching.

But there was no great sense of loss in his heart; it seemed that what was lost was not his own fingers, but someone else's.

As if before he woke up, he had already acquiesced to such a fact.

"What on earth happened?" he was confused.

Adam hurriedly raised his other hand. Thank God, at least one hand was intact.

While rejoicing, Adam tried to bend and move it a few times.

Although there seemed to be slight signs of nerve damage, at least he could still hold the bow.

Adam thought to himself: "It seems I can only change to the other hand to play the violin from now on."

Thinking this, a bitterness welled up in his heart.

How long would it take him to reach the same level of proficiency? I'm afraid it's remote.

After a brief frustration, Adam began to trace the past, trying to figure out what happened to him to make himself like this.

The last scene he could remember was that he was passionately performing Shostakovich's work.

The level of that performance was quite high, he was in a good state, the violin sound didn't have a single stutter, the notes didn't have a single deviation, all the beats were right, and the emotions were equally full.

Everything was perfect, until the moment the memory suddenly broke, and the subsequent memory became a blank.

Only the unfinished movement fragment played back repeatedly in his mind, as if stuck and rewinding like a cassette, like an earworm that couldn't be driven away.

Like a cassette repeater.

So, Adam did what he had always done:

Hum a different song to replace it.

At this moment, he felt a strange discomfort, like the thirst and weakness after a hangover.

And, his current appearance was also very bad—his shirt was gone, and his arms and chest were stained with gray dirt.

However, at the same time, a subtle sense of relief welled up, as if he had just recovered from a long illness, and the worst stage had passed.

He stood up with difficulty, and his vision gradually cleared.

I saw that the inside of the classroom was glowing with a warm orange-red halo. The light from the distant window made him unable to judge whether it was dusk or dawn.

The walls of the classroom were covered with posters and classroom photos, the desks were placed crookedly, textbooks were scattered everywhere, school bags were discarded at will, and the front and back blackboards were empty.

Adam had taught temporary music classes in one or two schools before, but he didn't recognize this one.

"What on earth happened……"

While thinking, Adam walked out of the classroom, followed the corridor outside the classroom, and a half-covered office door came into view.

Suddenly, a crisp telephone ring sounded, which was particularly clear in this empty teaching building, with echoes continuing. ===== CHAPTER 1021 =====