Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

In the bamboo house, Ruan Mei easily entered the folded space left behind by Qi Zhimu.

The fact that the puppet acts based on his memories suggests that there must be relevant records.

Unless her students violate the rules at the risk of losing their memories, the transfer of memory data must be backed up.

If the doll database doesn't have the relevant information, then I'll have to find it myself.

"Was it formatted...?"

It's okay, it won't stump her.

Ruan Mei forcefully suppressed the chaotic thoughts in her mind, concentrated her mind, and placed her slender fingers on the center console.

Time ticked by, and a deluge of data flashed across the screen.

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Mei lightly pressed the last button and successfully restored all the deleted data.

This includes Qi Zhimu's digital memory backup.

For her, it just takes time; it's not difficult.

Ultimately, almost all of Qi Zhimu's knowledge came from her teaching.

Select the period one year before Qi Zhimu's death and begin examining it immediately.

Then, an unavoidable problem was discovered.

Digital memories can only be viewed; everything is silent except for the process.

His voice was absent, his thoughts were absent.

It's like watching a long movie without dubbing, dialogue, or subtitles, that spans your entire life.

For these memories to have sound and thought, they must be passed on to their original owner or a medium to carry them.

Although Ruan Mei was able to find out the process of Qi Zhimu making the doll before his death through these memories, she still couldn't figure out why he did it.

He owed her nothing. All emotional ties should have ended with his death, so why did he leave behind a doll to maintain the rope connecting them?

Just because she was his teacher, the one who pulled him back from the brink of death?

Ruan Mei couldn't understand it.

Is it out of respect and love for the teacher?

She couldn't even remember the faces or names of the teachers who taught her when she was a child, let alone their faces.

All the respect and love, once they no longer intersected, were completely frozen in the past.

The love students have for their teachers is incomparable to the love between family members.

Ruan Mei believed she had long understood love.

Her life from childhood to adulthood has been inseparable from love, so she can perceive subtle differences in love, as well as different scents.

She wasn't Amu's family, so Amu's love for her should be the same as his love for his teacher.

Ruan Mei gradually fell into confusion.

Qi Zhimu's behavior was once again unexpected and incomprehensible.

It was exactly the same situation he had when he was 18 and suddenly touched his own foot.

She had no similar experience, so she could only attribute it to the instinctive desire of life for the opposite sex, even though such behavior was wrong due to the relationship between the two parties.

There should be no such desire between students and teachers.

After a brief consideration, she corrected it.

After a few days of confinement, Guan Amu did not re-offend and became a well-behaved student.

Until that time, Amu deleted her data without her consent and advised her to stop the so-called taboo research.

Ultimately, that incident was simply a cautious instinctual reaction of life towards something it knew nothing about.

It is care, a kind of love that students have for their teachers.

This wasn't considered a mistake, so she didn't punish Amu.

Their philosophies clashed, and neither had the aptitude to integrate more complex knowledge; forcing Amu to stay would be bad for either of them.

With his current knowledge, he could live a very colorful life in most of the world's civilizations.

In order to allow him to devote himself fully to his research, he was allowed to complete his apprenticeship.

Feeling bewildered, Ruan Mei looked at the screen and then at the center console.

With the original owner dead, the only option left is to find a medium to carry on the legacy.

Ruan Mei immediately thought of dolls.

Implanting memories into the core of a doll is tantamount to finding a medium to carry them, and then modifying some programs makes them available for viewing.

It also has its drawbacks; it's very slow.

The person who remembers in the Flowing Light Memory Court may have highly efficient methods, or perhaps they use some strange objects.

If using dolls as the medium is unsatisfactory, then only—

It becomes the carrier itself.

Ruan Mei acted on her thoughts immediately.

If you're not a memory expert, carrying on someone else's memories is no small feat; it's incredibly difficult and carries a much higher risk.

If not handled properly, it can lead to confusion and an inability to distinguish who one is.

The incinerators of the memory faction possess the ability to forge memories and implant them into the target's brain, causing them to become another person based on those false memories.

The two concepts are quite similar.

In severe cases, it can lead to memory disorders and the risk of brain nerve damage.

Fortunately, her research area involves memory, which is an essential part of her goal to resurrect her parents.

With her fingers tapping rapidly on the buttons on the center console, Ruan Mei quickly completed the compilation of the ported program.

The device was then located, and the electrodes were attached to the side of the forehead.

Without any pause, press the start button.

She was not asleep; she was operating the machine while fully awake.

An unbearable stinging sensation came from my brain.

"The transmission speed is too fast..."

Ruan Mei realized that she had been too hasty and that it was basically impossible to receive Qi Zhimu's entire life's memories within five minutes.

She had to temporarily adjust the program, changing the time to twenty minutes.

...It still hurts.

After an hour, the discomfort subsided somewhat and became bearable.

All that's left is to wait.

Ruan Mei began to peruse Qi Zhimu's memories, starting from the year he became her student.

After all, once everything is received, the process is still unavoidable, just like reading a new book; you can't get the next page without turning the page.

Skipping pages will cause you to miss crucial information from earlier pages; you have to proceed step by step.

……

That year, Qi Zhimu was 11 years old, and his illness had been almost completely cured.

At a young age, he lost his family and home, his hometown turned to dust, and he had nowhere to go.

"I can take you on as a student, would you be willing?"

"willing."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Mei nodded slightly and took Qi Zhimu's hand.

"Then come with me."

"Where are we going, sister?"

"Let's go to a world where it's just the two of us. This place isn't suitable for conducting research. Also, from now on, call me teacher."

"Oh, what about the teacher's house? It'll be covered in dust if no one takes care of it."

"The relocation artifact is not currently in our possession and cannot be moved for the time being. We will retrieve it later and then relocate it."

"Xiao Mu understands... Then let me help the teacher take our home to that world where it's just us."

The boy looked up and revealed a clean and pure smile.

"Home is very important. Xiao Mu no longer has a home, and the teacher cannot be like me."

Ruan Mei was slightly lost in thought, feeling as if something was scratching at her heart.

She had almost completely forgotten this memory.

He couldn't even remember where his home was.

Combined with Qi Zhimu's memories, those forgotten scenes from the past become clear again.

Later, Qi Zhimu did not return to move her home.

It wasn't that she didn't want to, but rather that she herself said: There's no need.

The company offers a wide variety of products, including portable mobile estates for people to live in.

With enough credits, any scale is possible; why make students make multiple trips?

At the time, this is what he said:

"After Xiao Mu graduates, she will go back to help the teacher look after the house."

This is what she said:

"what ever."