I am weak and friendly

Chapter 216 Only You Remember (3K, hallliana bonus chapter 910)

In the rented room, Wei Song, a former employee of Touchpoint Interconnect, looked at a list on the table in front of him and dialed a number:
"Brother Liu, it's me, Lao Wei. Which Lao Wei? Wei Song... I want to ask you something. Do you still keep in touch with your former colleagues at Touchpoint Connect?"

"What alliance?"

"Touchpoint interconnection."

"What internet? Did you dial the wrong number?"

"what?"

"Beep beep..."

"Hey bro, it's me, Lao Wei, right, Wei Song... I want to ask you something. Back at Touchpoint Connect... umm, right, Touchpoint Connect... You don't remember me, do you, Wei Song? The one to your left in front of your workstation... Don't you remember? We used to eat together every day, okay... alright... sorry..."

"Old Gao, this is Wei Song, my former colleague at Touchpoint Connect. Yes, Wei Song, Wei as in Wei Zheng, and Song as in pine tree! Yes... Hello? Hello?"

"Hey?"

"Dudu..."

In the rented room, Wei Song's heart sank as he made phone calls, and his doubts grew with each call, until he crossed out the last name on the paper, his brows furrowing tightly.

No, what is going on?
How come all these colleagues I used to get along with are now like strangers to me?
Moreover, not only do people not remember him, but why don't people even remember Touchpoint Interconnect?
How can you just forget an experience in your life?

It's as if Touchpoint Connect never existed.

This is too ridiculous.

After receiving Tang Yiping's promise to introduce him to influential figures, Wei Song enthusiastically began contacting his former colleagues.

Although he didn't know why Tang Yiping was so interested in Touchpoint Interconnect, he was obliged to do what he was asked to do, and Tang Yiping had given him so much that he was willing to introduce him to a big shot.

His idea was to take Tang Yiping to the old office of Touchpoint Interconnect, and then get together with his former colleagues to chat about some old stories, letting Tang Yiping listen in, since his own memories were always too partial and incomplete.

Moreover, getting together with old friends can be seen as a final farewell to myself over the years, a way to commemorate the closest I've ever come to changing the world in my career, and then, after seeing the bigwigs, I can go back to my hometown.

But he never expected it to turn out this way.

He walked to the window and looked down. Not far away, under a streetlamp, a huge vending machine was still there, having been there for many years without being removed.

This isn't right.

Thinking this, he opened his phone and started scrolling down. He remembered that his previous company had several company groups, but after he resigned, everyone hadn't been in contact much. Those groups were practically dead, but they hadn't been disbanded yet.

Moreover, even if they disband, there are records.

But... no.

Absolutely not.

Several of the groups he remembered were gone.

When... was it deleted?
But I never deleted the messages, and I didn't change my phone in between.

Looking at his old phone, which he had been using for several years, he began to question his life.

I even had to start thinking about a question.

Is my memory... faulty?
He tried hard to recall his work at Touchpoint Interconnect, but it all seemed so foggy that he couldn't remember clearly.

In fact, before meeting Tang Yiping, he had not thought about Touchpoint Interconnect for a very long time.

This long-lost memory gave him a strange sense of estrangement.

Did I really... work at Touchpoint Connect?

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his backpack, opened the door, and left.

Under the streetlights outside the window, he hailed a taxi, got in, and disappeared into the distance.

He didn't return until dawn the next day.

Then came the third day.

Fourth day.

……

Gao Ming knocked on the office door again.

"Come in."

The boss's calm voice came from inside.

Gao Ming pushed open the door and entered, then slammed a piece of paper onto his boss's desk.

"What is this?" The boss frowned.

"My medical report!" Gao Ming said. "The doctor said I'm very healthy, except I'm under a lot of psychological stress. I should find a girlfriend, but I can't find one. The doctor said that for my future mental health, I need a raise..."

"Why are you asking me to submit a mental health report out of the blue?" The boss was a little confused.

clever:???
"Didn't you ask me to do it?" Gao Ming said. "When I came to submit the operation report yesterday afternoon..."

"I... asked you to do this? When did you submit the report? By the way, when did you get back?"

Gao Ming immediately sensed something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward and reached out to flip through the documents on his superior's desk.

"Don't rummage through these things!" His boss slapped his hand. "You have no right to see these things! I'll look through them myself! Where did we put them?"

"I don't know, you were still looking at the report when I left."

“I’ve seen it before, it should be over here.” The boss flipped through the pile of documents on the left, looked down at more than ten documents, and then froze.

Indeed, a well-submitted document lay on his desk.

But he had absolutely no recollection of it.

"This report?" He took it out and started reading.

After reading a third of the briefing's opening page, the boss looked up at Gao Ming with a suspicious expression.

"I can't write science fiction," Gao Ming said.

boss:"???"

"You said that yesterday."

The boss looked down and continued reading, two pages, three pages, slower and slower, then he looked up.

“Yes, that’s why I asked the Dragon Group,” Gao Ming said. Boss: “…”

He lowered his head again, then raised it again.

“Yes, I think Tang Yiping is an important member of the Dragon Group, and strictly speaking, he is very likely the founder,” Gao Ming said. “And yes, Fan Zhihong really did travel back in time.”

The boss looked up again.

“You also wanted to send me to compulsory treatment yesterday,” Gao Ming said. “This report was written the day before yesterday. They are now preparing to investigate a company called Touchpoint Interconnect. This company does not exist, there are no records of it, and no one remembers it, but there is evidence to prove that it does exist.”

He pointed to the back of the document, where his superior saw a photograph.

The boss remained silent for a moment.

What did I say yesterday?

"You said you wanted to come with me to see for yourself, but you wanted me to check if I had any mental problems, to prove that what I said was true..."

The boss was silent for a moment, then looked up and asked Gao Ming:
"How many times has this been a conversation between us?"

"The 15rd time."

"???" The boss was shocked.

"Actually, this is the second time."

"..."

Faced with his boss's unfriendly gaze, Gao Ming said, "If I turn around and run now, it might escalate to the 15th time."

"You... never mind, let me ask first, just in case there really is a Dragon Group?" The superior wanted to say something, but shook his head, picked up the phone, and was about to make a call, but suddenly thought of something, and scrolled up the call history a few times.

Then I found a record from yesterday.

"I...called Lao Gu yesterday?"

The boss dialed again, and the call was answered quickly.

"Old Gu! Have you ever heard of an organization called the Dragon Group? Not in a novel, but in reality. I'm not crazy... I called you yesterday, do you remember? You're saying I didn't call you? You'd better check our call records."

After saying that, he slammed the phone down, looked up at Gao Ming, and wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

"Wait a minute, don't we have an agency to deal with this kind of situation? This doesn't make sense..."

He rubbed his temples and said, "Go... arrange a psychological evaluation for me too..."

……

"Boom boom boom!"

"Come in."

"This is your mental health report."

"My psychological examination report? Why...why did I arrange a psychological examination for myself?" The boss looked at Gao Ming.

Gao Ming sighed.

Another one?
I'm so annoyed!
He pointed to the stack of documents on the left: "The fourth one from the top, yes, the one that's all crumpled..."

"???"

"Have you finished reading? If you have, check your call log."

"???"

"Have you finished reading? If you have, take a look at your mental health report. I haven't..."

The boss glanced at it, then pinched the bridge of his nose.

“My mental health is very poor, I’m on the verge of collapse and at high risk… but I’m still relatively clear-headed right now…” He paused, “although I’m not entirely sure I’m not clear-headed.”

What a mess this is!

"But now I know why there is no Dragon Group."

If that "other world" possesses the technology to make people forget things, then it's understandable why we don't have a department to deal with related incidents.

If the relevant details are forgotten, then who will consider this a threat?

Everyone just feels that... things somehow got out of control.

It seems that all the processes in between have been accelerated.

But in reality, it wasn't accelerated; it was simply ignored and forgotten.

He looked at Gao Ming: "The question is, why am I the only one who forgot, and why didn't you forget?"

"I don't know..." Gao Ming said blankly.

Do you think it has anything to do with that Tang student?

"I do not know either."

"Where is he now? When do we go?" the boss asked again.

“I just contacted Tang, and he said…” Gao Ming paused, “the person who promised to take him to Touchpoint Interconnect has disappeared.”

Boss: "Missing?! How long have you been missing?"

The boss had a bad feeling. He turned to look at the clock on the wall and said, "I think we can't wait any longer. Let's get going now."

"Okay, I'll go get ready." Gao Ming turned to leave, but his superior called out to him, "Wait! We'll go together. You can't leave my side right now."

"I suspect that I will forget you as soon as you leave. You are responsible for observing me and seeing under what circumstances I will forget. The two of us must never leave each other's sight."

What if I want to poop?

boss:? ? ?
"Hold it in."

"What if you want to poop?"

"You're holding it in."

clever:"???"

"Let's go," the boss said, "to see your classmate Tang..."

(End of this chapter)