I manage female characters in all the heavens.

However, it seems that he didn't feel anything special about either of the two murders.

Am I the kind of born evil killer that my master described?

No, no, no, that's impossible. I'm definitely a good person, a staunch righteous role model, and a chivalrous young hero of the martial arts world.

Next time, next time I must make sure someone leaves a last message, so I don't let my master's teachings down again!

Standing before the corpse, "Song Yi" fell into self-criticism and introspection.

Soon, the police arrived and, faced with the killer's unseeing corpse and "Song Yi" in self-criticism, exchanged bewildered glances.

Dude, you've only been out of the police station for less than five minutes and you've already taken down another guy.

Even though they are all killers who are not protected by law, you are being incredibly disrespectful.

It's tough for us, man!

Mu Ge rushed over and, upon seeing the situation, immediately had someone call for an ambulance.

Can't you see that Mr. Chen's savior is injured?

They were completely helpless in the face of the assassins, and now they're standing here like idiots, wary of the heroes who dared to stand up for justice. They have no sense at all!

If you offend Mr. Chen and he withdraws his future donations to the police station, you're all fired!

As the siren of the ambulance pierced the long street, half a day later, "Song Yi", Su Xiaoqian, Chen Weiwu and others returned to Baiyue Hospital, and it just so happened to be that same ward.

The dean exclaimed that it was fate, personally performed surgery to remove the bullet from "Song Yi's" arm, and smiled at Chen Weiwu:

"Mr. Chen, this is a gunshot wound, you'll need to stay in the hospital for a few more days, right?"

He had originally planned to gather all the relevant experts in the hospital to study "Song Yi," this rare case of a super mentally ill person, to try to treat him, and to publish a few papers that would shock the world.

As a result, Chen Weiwu was so frightened that he hurriedly discharged the person from the hospital and took him away, thus losing his chance.

Now that the person has returned here, we must take this opportunity to thoroughly study and treat them!

Chapter 39 Woman, I have returned!

Chen Weiwu explained the situation to "Song Yi" and let her decide for herself whether or not to accept this so-called treatment.

Su Xiaoqian grabbed her hand, shook her head repeatedly to signal her not to agree, and told her a whole bunch of scary stories about Frankenstein's monster in an attempt to scare her away.

However, "Song Yi" simply smiled and agreed to the hospital's request.

"I also really want to know what the problem is. Whether everything I've experienced is real or fake, I ultimately need an answer, and I hope you can give me that answer."

She turned her gaze to the old dean, her eyes filled with pleading.

The old hospital director smiled gently and patted her head: "Don't worry, child. If even our Baiyue Hospital can't give you an answer, then you don't need it."

"Accepting yourself as you are now, seizing the moment, and creating the future is what young people like you should be doing. The past is not as important as you think."

The dean's philosophical words made "Song Yi" ponder.

What a wise elder.

……

Tens of thousands of miles away, at the headquarters of Samsara, the big boss sat on a sofa, a video playing on a screen in front of him.

It was a video shot from someone's first-person perspective, showing the entire process of "Song Yi" from rescuing Chen Weiwu to killing the assassin.

The person in the first-person perspective is none other than the assassin.

After turning off the video, the big boss took a drag of his cigarette and started working on the computer.

Soon, the pursuit level for Song Yi was raised from level one to level five.

"Level five, that should be about right, right?"

"Sigh, it's really hard to control the growth of guys like you."

"What a hassle..."

Shortly after, Song Yi's phone rang.

Encouraged by Su Xiaoqian, Song Yi answered the phone tentatively, "Hello, who is this?"

Her voice was cautious, as if she was afraid of startling the person opposite her.

woman:"……"

She hung up the phone, somewhat puzzled.

"You didn't make a mistake?"

That's Song Yi, how could he be so polite and speak in such a weak tone?

"Song Yi" silently put down the phone. Su Xiaoqian asked with interest, "So, who was it? Is it someone you remember?"

She shook her head, looking bewildered, and said, "The other end didn't say anything, it just cut off. I don't know who it was."

Su Xiaoqian took the phone and dialed back.

"It's rare for someone to call you, they might know who you are, we can't let them get away with it!"

Beep, beep, beep, the call is connected.

"Hello, are you Song Yi's friend? He's had some trouble and lost his memory. Do you have any information about his identity or background?"

"If it's convenient, could you come to the hospital to see him? He's feeling lost right now, searching for his past."

"And there's more..."

Su Xiaoqian was very lively and cheerfully recounted Song Yi's miserable situation, giving people the illusion that it was not a bad thing, but a good thing.

No, it's not an illusion, it's a good thing!

A glint flashed in the daughter's eyes; she had sensed an opportunity.

In her normal state, Song Yi had tried all sorts of methods, but she refused to come to him.

But now that Song Yi has lost his memory, is it really that difficult for her to just make up a couple of lies to deceive him and lure him to come and join her?

Amnesia is good!

The woman cleared her throat, adjusted her tone, brought the phone to her mouth, and said sadly:

"I am... Song Yi's mother!"

Su Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment: "Oh, it's Auntie! I'm so sorry, your voice sounds so young!"

You're the auntie!

The woman pouted and said, "I'm only in my thirties. What's wrong with that?"

Su Xiaoqian covered the microphone and whispered in "Song Yi's" ear:

"Is this your mother? You should answer the phone yourself."

Mom? Does that mean mother?

I have a mother now?

Song Yi answered the phone, feeling both nervous and expectant, and cautiously called out:

"mother?"

What is this ancient name?

The woman suppressed her strangeness and said with delight:

"My poor son, how could you have lost your memory and forgotten your mother!"

"How am I supposed to live like this?!"

Is it appropriate to talk about this with a smile?

Is this what motherly love is like?

Song Yi was a bit confused and didn't quite understand her mother, but she chose to respect her.

She's still my mother, after all.

Although it was a bit strange, she had never experienced maternal love before, and even just hearing the other person's voice filled her with sweetness and warmth.

She burst into tears, choking back sobs. Just as she was about to pour out her heart to her son, a sudden sense of detachment arose within her.

Her phone fell onto the bed. She realized what was happening, opened her mouth as if to shout something, but couldn't make a sound.

She reached out and grabbed at the air haphazardly, as if trying to grasp the world, but in reality, her body didn't move at all, and she couldn't hold onto anything.

Do not!

My life, my world, my friends, my mother!

I don't want to go back, I love this wonderful world!

However unwilling she was, she had to go back.

The next moment, Song Yi, who had suddenly fallen into a daze in Su Xiaoqian's eyes, regained his clarity.

But the tenderness and innocence in his eyes were completely gone, replaced by arrogance and oppression.

Song Yi, come back!

Perhaps due to the growth of his mental strength, he instantly and completely acquired the brief memories of Li Mochou's time in foster care.

He grabbed his phone, brought it to his lips, and sneered:

"If you can't survive, you can die. Nobody's stopping you."

Su Xiaoqian was immediately shocked. My God, is that how you talk to your mother?

Unfilial, extremely unfilial!

Woman: "...Are you done?"

This tastes just right, the familiar Song Yi is back!

Damn it, how did you suddenly recover? You should have suffered amnesia for several more years!

“I’m perfectly fine now, I could punch you to death, ‘Mom’.”

The woman coughed twice: "Ahem, I was just joking with you. Let's get down to business."