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Chapter 610 Yue Chongshan's Explanation
My memories are fragmented.

Yang Xingguo was completely taken aback when he heard Yue Chongshan's words.

So Liang Qingyun was right yesterday, he really should see a psychiatrist?

But if there's something wrong with my memory, why didn't I realize it before, and why did it only come to light today?

Could it be intermittent psychosis?

At this moment, Yang Xingguo was not thinking about the development of the movie plot.

After all, if a normal adult finds that their memory doesn't match up, their first thought would be that there's something wrong with their brain, rather than that they've encountered some kind of extraordinary event.

Are you at home now?

Having witnessed numerous informants being silenced for bringing intelligence, Yang Xingguo subconsciously felt a slight aversion to this form of face-to-face interview.

However, in order to rule out the possibility that someone was involved in framing him, he now only believes in talking things out face-to-face with someone.

It's hard.

“I’ve been here the whole time. I thought you would come to me as soon as you got back, but I didn’t expect you to go upstairs to your bedroom and then leave again.”

Yue Chongshan's intention was clearly to wait for Yang Xingguo to come and inquire about the relevant situation.

Who knew he would go home, wander around for a bit, and then leave again.

Yang Xingguo never expected that Yue Chongshan already knew about his situation.

Judging from his tone, it seems he's known about this for quite some time.

With many questions in mind, Yang Xingguo returned to the villa in Qiushui Manor.

Having lived in Qiushui Manor for over a decade, the villa in front of him had long become his second home.

But for some reason, he felt a little unfamiliar when he reached the door this time.

Yang Xingguo parked his car and entered the villa directly through the side door of the garage.

Boom, boom, boom...

The slippers thudded on the stairs, echoing the pounding of his heart.

Yang Xingguo arrived at the door of the study and pushed it open to enter.

As was his usual practice, Yue Chongshan would brew a pot of tea when he sought him out to discuss matters.

The events that occurred back then included Xia Qiyuan's unknown fate, the hermit's massacre, and Li Yongming's bombing.

Whether it was Yue Chongshan taking the initiative to comfort the grief-stricken and self-reproachful Yang Xingguo, or Yang Xingguo taking the initiative to beg Yue Chongshan for help.

Yue Chongshan would leisurely brew a pot of tea and listen quietly as Yang Xingguo finished speaking.

But not this time.

Yue Chongshan, dressed in Tang suit, sat upright with a solemn expression.

The tea set, which should have been on the coffee table, was now neatly arranged on the shelf, showing no sign of being used.

After entering, Yang Xingguo nodded to Yue Chongshan and sat down opposite him.

Yue Chongshan stared intently at Yang Xingguo: "Where do you want to start by learning about this?"

Yang Xingguo thought for a moment and decided to solve the biggest problem at hand first: "What's wrong with my memory? Do I have a mental illness?"

Yue Chongshan shook his head: "Your body is very healthy, there is no problem at all."

Hearing this, Yang Xingguo frowned: "But my memories are completely different from the memories that others know. How can this be?"

If it's not that I don't have a mental illness, then it means that what happened these past two days was a trap set for me.
But if that's the explanation, what does Yue Chongshan mean by "memory confusion" when he said it on the phone?
Yang Xingguo couldn't figure it out. After pondering for a while, he raised his head and turned his gaze to Yue Chongshan across from him.

Yue Chongshan didn't hide anything or beat around the bush, and said directly, "There's nothing wrong with your mind. Someone used some kind of supernatural power to modify your memories and the memories of everyone around you."

Yang Xingguo was dumbfounded.

I'm here to talk business with you, and you're telling me stories?

He looked Yue Chongshan up and down with a slightly impolite gaze.

That twitching expression seemed to say, "Could it be that you're the one with a mental problem?"

Yue Chongshan knew how a normal person would react if he suddenly talked to them about things that only existed in comics and movies.

So he didn't argue, but simply reached out his hand to Yang Xingguo silently.

While Yang Xingguo was still wondering what this was all about, he noticed something holding him back.

Before he could react, he was lifted into the air.

Yang Xingguo subconsciously kicked his leg, trying to do a side roll.

Unfortunately, there was nothing to hold onto in mid-air, and he looked like a mouse being lifted up by someone.

After the initial shock, Yang Xingguo quickly calmed down and waved his arms in mid-air as if groping for something.

The force supporting the body is omnipresent, as if it were encasing him in a life-size membrane.

After confirming that there was no net or rope made of any optical material, he looked at Yue Chongshan and asked, "Did you do this?"

Yue Chongshan nodded and slowly put Yang Xingguo down, who was caught up in the three questions of life.

Now Yang Xingguo had no choice but to believe Yue Chongshan's words.

If Yue Chongshan had lifted something else in the same way he lifted himself, he might have thought it was a pre-arranged trap.

But I had just come in and I had nothing on me.

This can no longer be explained by magic tricks and props.

Once he regained his senses, Yang Xingguo didn't immediately ask Yue Chongshan how he did it. Instead, he inquired about the matter of altering his memories.

Since superpowers have been proven to exist, then Yue Chongshan's claim about altering memories is probably true.

Yang Xingguo was unsure whether altering a person's memory was complicated for them.

But over the years, if they wanted someone, a former criminal police officer, to not notice any problems, then they must have altered more than just one person's memories.

Judging from Yue Chongshan's attitude, his own memories, and those of the people around him, must have been altered to some extent, and the other party had even prepared a living environment that matched those memories.

What exactly does someone who goes to such great lengths to alter their own memories want to achieve?
We can ask about superpowers anytime later; for now, we need to focus on the issue of my memories being altered.

Yang Xingguo could still distinguish between what was important and what was urgent.

"Who altered my memories? Why did they do that?" Yang Xingguo asked Yue Chongshan.

After spending many years together, Yang Xingguo knew very well that Yue Chongshan was not the kind of person who had a desire to dominate.

Let alone the desire for control, Yue Chongshan didn't even have much of a need for material desires.

He spends his days practicing martial arts and drinking tea, and doesn't ask about anything else.

Yang Xingguo does not believe that such a person would alter his own memory for any reason.

A look of guilt appeared on Yue Chongshan's face.

This was the first time Yang Xingguo had seen Yue Chongshan like this.

Yue Chongshan stood up and was about to bow to Yang Xingguo.

Yang Xingguo dared not accept such a grand gesture, and quickly stepped aside to walk to Yue Chongshan's side and put his arm around his shoulder: "Old man, what are you doing? Let's talk this out."

"No, this is a prayer I'm offering on behalf of my heartless son. My in-laws have wronged you!"

Yue Chongshan refused to get up no matter what.

The opponent was not only strong, but could also use some kind of force to immobilize Yang Xingguo's body.

Yang Xingguo could neither help him up nor avoid the bow, so he had no choice but to accept it.

(End of this chapter)