A mansion with a big tree on the lawn in front of the door appeared in view, and Ji Lun immediately confirmed that this was his home.

The wall of shrubs and fences, the door frames of vines wrapped around the iron frame, there is no courtyard door, and the door of the house is locked.

Ji Lun thought for a moment and found the door key from the second pot of flowers on the left under the windowsill not far from the door.

As soon as the door opened, I smelled the familiar smell, which was mixed with the smell of family and the fragrance of jasmine flowers.

As soon as Ji Lun was in a daze, he remembered that his mother never used perfume. The soap kettle used for washing clothes was an old brand, and the whole family used a kind of medicine soap to wash hands and wipe their bodies. In addition, his mother had a special liking for jasmine flowers, so the smell of home is relatively strong and distinctive!

"It's really useful!" Ji Lun clenched his fists.

I just thought about using the stimulation of "home" to regain my memories and at least part of them.

It seems to be effective now.

This result is a bit addictive, and he can't wait to find the next breakthrough point to regain his memory.

Without deliberately choosing the direction, he walked around. The first room was a bedroom. Just looking at the style and placement of the furniture, he could be sure that the room belonged to an adult woman and lived alone.

The smell removal and a bedside lamp in the room made him feel familiar and had no resonance.

There are three rooms on the second floor. The double bed in the utility room makes him feel familiar. Now, looking at it, it is regarded as a utility room.

I did find a room with obvious characteristics of the little boy, which theoretically belonged to him, but I didn’t feel much about it after seeing it, just like visiting other people’s children’s room.

This situation disappointed Ji Lun and even a little panicked.

This is a mansion without an adult man, so the possibility of a mother remarrying and having other children is ruled out. He is also familiar with the house itself and even knows where the spare door key is hidden.

But he had no feelings at all in his room. It was really a ghost. Even if he had been in the hospital at the age of 8, it would be impossible for him to have no impression left.

The last room on the second floor was a pink children's room. The children who lived here should not be over three years old, and the baby bed with a guardrail. There were small cloth and star bed bells hanging on the bed.

The kids who once lived here would not own plush toys, because it is not suitable for children who are likely to catch anything and eat and swallow anything.

He really couldn't find the little girl's pairing of a pair of cloth bears.

The furniture in this room is not only outdated, but also lacks cleaning. The bed is covered with white sheets, which is obviously different from the treatment of the little boy in the room.

Back on the first floor, Ji Lun came to a room with a half, drank a glass of water, and then gradually calmed down.

"There are photos in the study." On the wall of the study, some photos were seen hanging on it, and the adult woman recognized her mother at a glance.

But in the photo, the boy's face was blurry with his mother, just like the middle-aged officer he saw in the hospital director's office, who was "processed" by the little boy.

"How could this happen?"

Ji Lun finally became uneasy and rummaged through the cabinets. He quickly found some photos and even found a small photo album. Without exception, the boy's face inside was blurred, no matter how old he was.

The photos of the baby girl are also blurry.

With a little depressedness, he leaned against the chair, and his eyes were inadvertently attracted by the letters he was looking for when he was looking for photos.

"The letter that has not been sent out. Is the recipient?" After a little hesitation, Ji Lun opened the letter and started reading.

The beautiful small characters are round and round in shape and neat in format, reflecting the writer's gentle personality and the characteristics of following the rules and regulations, and are consistent with the overall style of room decoration. They are simple, simple, orderly, a bit dull and light.

The content of the letter is mainly about the trivial matters and longing, and some of the passages are as follows:

"...Dear, mom knows that you will be back soon, but I still can't help but miss you. At all times, if you are not here, I don't want to come back from this family. It makes mom feel uncomfortable in vain..."

"Mom's feet warm, it's snowing today. Superman Xuelong is back. It's the same as last year, the previous year, and the previous year, and the previous year, it hasn't changed at all. But if you are not here, Superman Long is listless. The wind is whistling at night. Mom is scared and her feet are cold..."

'Son, Mom misses you so much, her heart has gone with you, only an empty shell, she doesn't want to eat and can't fall asleep, she just wants to see my baby, love you..."

Before he knew it, Ji Lun burst into tears, not only because of his mother's longing for him, as well as the mottled tears on the letter paper, but also because of the content of the letter paper and the scattered memories, he felt that he was not allowed to look at it, and that the letter paper could not be sent, and that he was eager to think about his son and was increasingly sad.

"Ah..." Ji Lun raised his head, as if he was about to hold back his tears.

At the same time, the fog disappeared in the town and the sun had set. However, a large number of fire clouds formed in the sky. The entire sky and the town were shrouded in red light, as if covered in blood.

"The Imperial Army is here!"

The study window was blown open by a wind, and panicked shouts came to Ji Lun's ears with screams.

"Imperial Army?!!"

Instinctively, Ji Lun felt disgusted in his heart, as if he immediately thought about it. After thinking for a moment, he went straight to the kitchen. There was a set of kitchen knife on the workbench, so he simply took the knife seat together.

This is not OK. These kitchen knives are okay with throwing, but fighting weapons are not OK. He came out of the side door of the kitchen and headed straight to the garage.

There is no adult man at home, no qualified tool room, and it is even part of the garage, but it is worth a walk around.

When Ji Lun pushed the door in front of the corner gate, he was in a daze.

There was a basement in the garage. When he was playing when he was young, he found that according to his mother, he was abandoned and did not need a storage cellar. He wanted to explore because he was young, the entrance was pressed by a long iron shelf and he never got what he wanted.

Now that I think about it, according to women's habit of cleaning their homes, it is very likely that steel bars and iron pipes will be found there.

In fact, the little boy had a baseball bat in his room, and the hospital encounter made him very unfavorable to blunt objects. His idea was to combine the blade and iron pipe, a short spear, axe, and a pickaxe.

I no longer care about the scattered memories, and I kicked open the corner door that fell off. There was only a row of windows in the garage, which were high and small, close to the eaves. The bloody skylight shone through the small row of windows on the opposite wall, not only did it not bring light to the room, but also made the shadow area darker.

Just in this darkness, Ji Lun saw someone flashing. At the same time, he felt empty in his arms. When he touched his hands through his clothes, the plush bear Aji disappeared.

"Who?" Ji Lun did not hesitate, and leaned down and pulled out a bone-clearing knife from his left hand holding the knife seat. He flipped his hand, skillfully pinched the tip of the knife, put down the knife seat, reached out to touch the light switch, his eyes were always staring at the shadow area, ready to throw the flying knife at any time.

Turn the switch, the light does not light up.

Ji Lun stood against the wall where the corner door was behind him for a while, and when his eyes adapted to the light of the shadow area, he carefully checked.

There is a thick iron frame against the wall, with objects placed on it, a small workbench at the corner, and a one-person high-speed iron cabinet on one side. It has been useless for a while since the dust has accumulated.

Ji Lun thought about it, putting on the wall, and looking at it in a different angle, and there was no one below.

At this moment, the light and shadow of the corner of his eyes flashed. Ji Lun chased out of the corner of his eyes and swept around. There was no one or no suspicious signs.

Back in the garage, I discovered unexpectedly.

"It's a sword!"

A long sword in a hard-crust sheath was pulled out with a spring, and the coldness was trembling.

This is a purely hand-made sword with double-face symmetrical double blood grooves. The sword spine is thick and like a strip. From the counterweight at the handle to the tip of the sword, the cross sword thigh and the flat hilt of the sword, the user confirms the direction of the blade and wraps the anti-slip leather rope. It can be said that it is ready to use, without any modification, and even the counterweight is not needed. He tried it with his finger, and the balance is very good.

Ji Lun carefully observed through the small round mirror before holding the sword in his hand.

The sword was heavier than he expected. When he was taking the risk in the hospital, he was unable to play this weapon, but now it is different.

With this sharp blade, the purpose of coming to the garage is complete, but the direction pointed by the tip of the sword is the basement, so it is better to have a clear idea in your heart.

Move away the iron frame, pull the door cover and pull it hard, and the stone steps are slanted down in the dust.

Ji Lun frowned. He originally thought he would meet with a vertical ladder, or just a steep wooden staircase, but he did not expect that it was a stone-like basement, which seemed too much for the grade of this mansion.

Just as Ji Lun was about to climb down the stairs, his feet suddenly stopped, and a creepy feeling appeared in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel it. This feeling, I remember when I was planning to explore the pool in the hospital spa room.

Ji Lun stopped, hesitated, then lowered the cover and moved it back to the iron frame.

I took a small plate of rope in the garage and carried it on my shoulders, hid the gears and necklaces between the little boys, packed them neatly, thought about it, and brought another thousand yuan in cash, and climbed out of the backyard.

Outside the backyard wall is a square brick alley, and opposite the courtyard wall is a row of backyards of mansions, which are basically open with back doors.

There are few people walking in the alleys, and wild grass grows tenaciously in the bases of walls or cracks of bricks. In addition, it is originally remote and looks even more desolate.

The land in the town is not expensive, and there are many residential areas with such structures. He is very familiar with it. He should have often played with his friends here when he was a child.

He climbed over the wall and a back door was pushed open more than ten meters away. Four men came out in a row, holding weapons. When he saw Ji Lun, his youngest eyes lit up and he was about to say hello, but the oldest stopped him.

The tall and thin man with a stubble face muttered to the three of them a few words, then nodded at Ji Lun, and the four of them trotted along the alley.

"A scattered militia warrior, I can't save you from the imperial soldiers... I can only try my best to avenge you." Looking away, Ji Lun sighed and walked towards the alley.

I remembered some useful information, a road map, and the shops from his home to the east of the town.

When I was young, there were shops with a wide range of goods, which were food mountains and toy distribution centers, and I remembered it for this purpose.

This time, he went there, in addition to getting some daily necessities, mainly hoping to get a map of the town. He had just passed the crossroads of the old man and saw a sudden surge of armored soldiers on the road ahead. Although there were only a few hundred, his steps were stacked, and long tassels flashed with cold light on his neck.
Chapter completed!