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Chapter 200 The Group Leader's Memory Reincarnation

Finally it came to Tang San.

Icy.

Jitter.

A drop of rain fell, Tang San's eyelids moved slightly, and he opened his eyes and woke up from the ground.

The wind is cold.

Tang San found himself in a very dilapidated house. He fell into the water in the cold weather and his fur coat was as hard as iron.

Tang San was not surprised by this, as this was how his family was.

Every day when it rained, he would lift a wooden bucket to collect water to prevent his home from being flooded.

"Cough cough!"

Suddenly, a consumptive cough was heard. Tang San hurried over and saw a woman lying on the bed with a pale face.

"Tong'er, don't cry."

The woman weakly raised her hand and touched Tang San, her eyes full of reluctance and worry.

"From now on, you must live well, you must...stay alive."

The woman died powerlessly.

Tang San suddenly felt empty inside and reached out to grab the woman's slender hand tightly.

His hands are also very slender and white.

……

"Zheng'er, wake up!" He faintly heard a calling voice in his ears, which sounded anxious and sad.

It was unknown how long it had passed before Ji Zheng opened his eyes and saw the sunlight shining through the window.

He was lying on the bed, everything was white, and it looked like a hospital ward.

Ji Zheng sat up and tried to pat his head to wake himself up, but his head hurt a little and many of his memories seemed fuzzy.

"Ah, Zheng'er, you finally woke up!" His mother entered the ward, and the things in her hands fell to the ground. She quickly came over, with tears on her face, crying and laughing.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, I'm fine." Ji Zheng persuaded.

"Son, you made us worry so much. When you were going to work alone, you were hit by a car on the road and almost died. We were scared to death." His mother said this while crying.

"what?!"

Ji Zheng was a little confused. Wait, this script is wrong. Didn’t he travel through time?

Could those be the "death fantasies" one has when being hit by a car?

Then the doctor came.

"The patient's head was hit, and due to the severe stimulation, he has some mental problems. Don't worry, he will recover slowly."

After the doctor came, he gave Ji Zheng a comprehensive examination and finally whispered these words to Ji Zheng's mother.

Ji Zheng couldn't help but say that there was no obstruction in his brain, everything was clear, he was just going through a memory cycle.

"People always have fantasies when they are dying." The professional psychiatric patient laughed.

"Doctor, what's your name?"

"My last name is Du." The doctor smiled.

Ji Zheng turned around and complained about him, saying that he was not suitable to be a psychologist and might as well be a proctologist.

As a result, he was considered to be more seriously ill and was sent to a special mental hospital.

Then he was treated with medication, which was like someone was nailing him with a hammer.

Half a year later, his attending physician came to ask him if he could distinguish between reality and illusion.

I can't tell the difference, I really can't tell the difference.

"Very good, the patient's treatment was successful!" The doctor at the mental hospital was extremely happy and sent Ji Zheng out.

...Ji Zheng secretly decided that he must file a complaint against this mental hospital after he got out.

Is this treatment right?
Why can't you tell the real answer to discharge from the hospital?

"Brother, can I borrow a light?" The man in white who was waiting for the bus suddenly said with a smile.

Ji Zheng took a look and said, "Bai Mo, you haven't resigned yet?"

"It's almost there." Bai Mo smiled, but his face looked like a standardized smile, as if it was formatted and emotionless, a disguised smile.

"Your smile is still as creepy as a ghost. It's not as good as Yang Jian's smile next door." Ji Zheng threw a lighter over.

Bai Mo smiled and put it in his pocket.

Then when Ji Zheng turned around to get the lighter back, the person was gone.

"Damn, he stole my fire!" Ji Zheng was so angry that he laughed. This was the umpteenth time, and he stole his fire again.

You're bullying him because he just got out of the mental hospital, right?

He got on the bus and prepared to go home first.

"Ji Zheng?" the bus driver asked curiously, "You're back?"

"Meng Qi?" Ji Zheng was surprised. "When did you become a bus driver?"

"No, I should have asked you when you'll be back."

They were classmates, so they were still in touch, but I heard that Meng Qi died a year ago because he stayed up late to watch the World Cup.

I heard he was hit in the back. Football is harmful!
"I have no job now, so I can only be a bus driver." Meng Qi was helpless.

"By the way, you want to go home, right? I'll take you back."

He spoke like a monk.

Ji Zheng shook his head, sat on the bus, looked at the time, and found that he would be home in three minutes.

"Brother, your house is so close." A young man nearby said enviously.

He was wearing a Taoist robe and had long hair, looking very graceful, but he also seemed to be floating, as if about to be blown away.

"What's your name, brother?" Ji Zheng asked while chatting since he was free.

"My last name is Li. My family hopes that I can live in peace and safety, so I'm called Changshou." Li Changshou said with a smile.

"Shouldn't he be called Li Ping'an?" Ji Zheng asked in confusion.

"Because my name is Ping'an." A middle-aged Confucian scholar behind said.

Ji Zheng turned around and saw that there were so many cosplays these days.

"Is your last name Li too?"

"No." The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "My last name is Chen."

"But the guest in front of you is named Li."

Sitting in the seat in front of Ji Zheng was a very lazy young man. He was calm but a little domineering, and his eyes seemed to have gone through a lot of vicissitudes of life.

"My name is Qiye." The young man said with a smile, "You can call me Li Qiye. Now everyone is sitting in Brother Meng's car and going home."

That's not it.

Those who can come here to take the bus are on their way home.

"I'm different. I'm here to work." A young man said helplessly.

"I have an unscrupulous boss who asks me to go back to work even during major holidays."

"Oh, I just want to retire and take a vacation!" the young man said indignantly.

Ji Zheng asked curiously what company it was and found out it was a company called "Evolution" and the young man was called Ren Di.

"How pitiful." Ji Zheng said pitifully, and at the same time decided that he would never look for this company when looking for a new job in the future.

You don't treat workers as human beings at all.

Soon, we arrived at his home.

Ji Zheng got out of the car and called to Meng Qi, "Meng Qi, come and have tea with me when you have time."

Meng Qi's eyes lit up, "Do you have a room?"

"No!" Ji Zheng flatly denied it. He was just being polite. Did he really think he would invite you?

"Stingy!" Meng Qi complained in his heart, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

Ji Zheng raised his middle finger, turned around and went home.

His family lives in an ordinary community and is still paying off their mortgage. He is still paying off the mortgage on the house his father bought.

Is this reasonable?

"Uncle Ji Zheng, you're back?" A very fair-skinned young man smiled. He was sitting in a wheelchair and was seriously ill.

It is usually difficult to walk outside because we all live in this community.

"Ji Ning, you're out alone again?" Ji Zheng walked over and shook his head. "Come on, come on, come to my house first. I'll take you for tea."

This young man is also a miserable person. He has an incurable terminal disease and is now waiting for his death.

"Yes." Ji Ning did not refuse. "Uncle Ji Zheng, have you invited other guests?"

Ji Ning suddenly asked.

Have it?

Ji Zheng looked into his house and saw that there was another young man visiting his home, who seemed to be a distant relative.

What's your name?

"Group leader, group leader!"

Suddenly a voice was calling him, and Ji Zheng's vision suddenly became blurred, and then became clear.

In front of him, Xiao Yan was shaking his shoulders, his face full of joy, "Great, group leader, you haven't given me the authority yet."

"Quick, transfer the group to me, I will fulfill your unfulfilled wish for you."

Ji Zheng: ...

This is where we seize power, right?

Ji Zheng pushed Xiao Yan's arm away and sat up. Suddenly, he found that the memories in his mind were gradually fading and becoming blurry.

This memory cycle is really unreliable and has side effects.

Ji Zheng was speechless, but unlike his vague memories, Xiao Yan and the others had very clear memories.

Chu Feng's voice came faintly, "Group leader, what memories did you pass on to us?"

　There is one more chapter, which will be updated later.

　　This chapter has me stuck.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)