The dark windows lighted up, and the hidden curtains walked by, and a Mediterranean man tied his nightgown and looked back at his wife lying on the bed.

"She won't be in trouble, right? You know that people's necks are fragile."

As he said that, Harris turned around tremblingly, and walked outside with a tall and burly figure standing behind the door like a giant beast, allowing the man to clearly feel the fierce aura emitted by the figure set off by the leather jacket on the other person.

Wang Ruhu lowered his head slightly, looked at the man with a pale face inside the door, sat on the sofa in the living room outside, and wrote down his words on the paper with the tip of his pen.

"No, professor, I'm very careful."

Hearing this call, Harris was cold and understood that the other party must have figured out his background. Did he peek at his own research? Thinking of this, a numb coldness crawled from his back to his scalp, gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, walked out of the bedroom, and gently brought his wife to the door to lock him in.

Looking at the oriental man with fluffy hair in front of him covering half of his face, a circle of thick beards on his mouth made him look like a crazy beast, Harris walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of brandy and unscrewed the cap, and turned over two empty cups in the plate.

"Do you want it?"

"No, let's talk about the serious matter." Wang Ruhu raised a sentence on the paper, and his eyes under his thick eyebrows were particularly bright under the light, like two sharp blades stabbing people's eyes.

Harris' hand holding the bottle shook slightly, and understood that he had been seen through. He was still stuck in the small paper bag with no trace and stuffed it under the wooden plate. He poured a glass and sucked it, squeezed out a smile at Wang Ruhu, sat opposite him, put his legs together, and pressed his knees at a loss with his wine glass.

“……What do you need my help?”

Wang Ruhu turned the paper over and wrote a sentence composed of several words: "I have lost my memory. I heard that Professor Harris has achieved achievements in his brain. I will look for you. I hope you can help me to restore my memory."

I don’t know if it was Wang Ruhu’s illusion, but when the other party saw this sentence, he was obviously relieved and had a smile on his face, unlike what he had squeezed out before.

"Thank you for your affirmation, strange friends in the East, I am sorry for the misfortune that happened to you. The human brain is mysterious, but now I can't give you a certain answer. But why don't you try hypnosis treatment for this kind of amnesia? People are immersed in their subconscious mind and sometimes they can find fragments that they don't want to remember in the past."

"I tried psychological intervention treatment, but it didn't work. I was half awake and subconsciously sent the psychologist to the hospital, causing a friend of mine to pay a lot of medical expenses."

When Wang Ruhu wrote this sentence, he couldn't help but curse the corners of his mouth. When he was in Tagong Prison, Harold found the best psychologist outside the prison to treat him. Later, he ran away in half hypnosis and pressed the other party on the sofa and beat him. Harold came over to pull the squad, and then he was beaten on the ground with his head in his arms. He lay in the hospital for more than half a month before he could barely get off the ground.

Thoughts floated across his mind. While Wang Ruhu was thinking, Harris on the opposite side frowned and listened quietly to his description. As a scientist, when encountering such a thing, he actually didn't care much about the other party's identity and status.

"You don't know if your amnesia is related to injury. I have an instrument that has been assembled and only conducted experiments on animals. If you are willing to trust me, just wait for me to bring it."

Wang Ruhu nodded and began to trust the other party at this time. After all, Harris' tone and eyes were already very different from when he first saw him. He watched the other party go downstairs and leaned against the backrest of the sofa, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. He was somewhat looking forward to the treatment later.

"I finally have to know my past."

"...I just don't know how I lost my memory and how I got to Morosia."

"What kind of person was it before?"

Regarding his unknown, Wang Ruhu clenched his fist and pressed on the handrail and trembled slightly. After a while, footsteps sounded downstairs. He turned his head and staggered over with an instrument. He put the three-legged round table next to the sofa, plugged in the power supply, adjusted the data, and stepped down his head and went back and forth twice before spreading the things needed in front of Wang Ruhu one by one.

"You put this on and put it in your temple."

On the other side, Wang Ruhu took two white discs that looked like stethoscopes and removed the temples on both sides of his head. In his vision, Harris sorted out a few red and green lines, connected the interface, and inserted the square instrument over there. There were other interfaces in his hand, which were all stuck on Wang Ruhu's head and close to the cortex.

"There will be an electric current passing through and you will feel the pain of needle pricking, but please don't doubt it. Close your eyes and keep it quietly for a few minutes."

Wang Ruhu looked at the dense lines hanging in front of his eyes and nodded. He believed the other party's attitude towards science. Since he had already reached this point, he simply closed his eyes and leaned against the sofa, feeling the current stimulating the cortex, and gradually felt pain.

Under the closed eyelids, the eyeballs began to turn.

.........

Mingwu~~

Night foxes chirping in the night, the treetops planted in the lawn, and the leaves rustled. In the distance of the dim street, someone's figure stood under the street lights, looking at the second floor of the Western Building with lights, tilting his face and facing the communicator on his shoulders.

"The lights were lit at Harris's house, and it seemed that he was not sleeping."

Hu...huhhhh.

After a few noises, a short speech sounded from the communicator.

"action."

In a quiet residential area, a slight footsteps ran across the roof in a nearby single-family house. He quickly lay down and took out his weapon, adjusted the sight, and pointed the black muzzle at the second floor opposite with lights on the opposite side, and the figure swaying behind the curtains.

The man under the street light retracted his gaze, turned off the communicator, and waved his big palm with a finger-exposed glove.

"Do it!"

The shadow behind him stepped across the ground with seven or eight pairs of feet, dispersing silently. When he approached the Western Building, he suppressed his steps, climbed over the fence to approach the building, and climbed to the treetops in the yard and set up a muzzle.

The wind blew past the leaves, and the whimpering Labrador poked his head out of the kennel again. On the second floor, it was diagonally opposite, in the living room with lights on, and the tall figure sitting on the sofa couldn't help but tremble.

Harris, who was squatting in front of the instrument, looked at the countless flashing fragments on the instrument, and fell into the bottom of his eyes. His expression became strange, gradually appeared solemn, and his breathing became difficult. He raised his hands tremblingly, pressed a printed button on the instrument, and drew the fluctuating brain waves into striped bands as the material for subsequent research.

The moment the fingertips pressed the button, the screen on the instrument suddenly turned into a snowflake, black smoke rose, crackling, and a series of electric arcs jumped, and the operating machine suddenly went out.

"how so?"

Harris slapped with his hands. The next second, the instrument exploded and fell backwards. Wang Ruhu on the sofa there woke up in a hurry, pulling away the dense lines on his head, sweating all over his face, staring at the professor sitting on the ground with his eyes.

He seemed to have woken up from a nightmare and was stunned for a moment. He came to his senses and quickly took the paper and pen next to him and wrote the words.

"Professor, have you noticed?"

Harris swallowed, hesitated to get up from the ground, his eyes turned to the inexplicably destroyed instruments, and his fingers kept rubbing. The pictures flashing on the screen just now exceeded his cognition, and he didn't know whether he should say it.

With the sound of rustling leaves, Wang Ruhu stood up from the sofa and was about to raise his words and continue to ask, his eyes moved away from the professor and went out to the floor-to-ceiling window behind the curtains. A barking sound came from the yard.

In the warrior's keenness, he felt a strange feeling, as if he heard a different sound than the sound of leaves. He threw away the paper in his hand and subconsciously spoke.

"Professor, be careful!"

The moment he spoke, Harris was looking in surprise. Wang Ruhu reached out and grabbed his shoulder and pulled it into his arms. He turned his back to the window. A sound of soundless gunshot sounded, breaking the glass and shooting into his thick back.

The next second, more bullets roaring in followed by, and frantically shot in. Several floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor instantly cracked, revealing dense bullet holes. They turned into fragments and fell down with a few thuds. Wang Ruhu, who was facing away from the courtyard, was instantly congested with his eyes. The bullets shot in hit his back, thighs, arms... Blood splattered, and his body couldn't stop shaking.

Harris was extremely frightened, and the hysterical roared out of "Ah--" and for a moment, the crazy gunfire stopped, Wang Ruhu's legs trembled and moved, hugging the professor and hid in the corner, and a half-broken glass window behind him, a figure pulled the rope down from above the roof, holding the rope with one hand and holding a pistol in his other hand. The moment he pulled the trigger, Wang Ruhu, who was facing away from the backhand, swept his arms across his back.

The huge fist slammed the opponent's weapon, and the palm of the gun was instantly broken. The fist continued to fall to his chest without stopping. The man flew backwards out of the window and fell onto the lawn of the courtyard without making a sound.

"Professor, are you okay?"

Wang Ruhu turned around and asked a Chinese question. At the same time, there was a flash of flames on the roof of the residential building opposite the street outside, and a faint sound of silence came.

'puff!'

As if time had become slow at this moment, a bullet flew over his head, and a few strands of hair were floating in his sight, and then...there was the eyebrows of Harris in front of him, and the latter's head was leaning back heavily, and in Wang Ruhu's hand, he leaned back weakly and fell to the messy ground.

"professor!"

Wang Ruhu looked at the figure in the pool of blood, and his head was buzzing and whispered. He rushed up with weapons in the stairs in the living room, but there was no sound. He raised the weapon in his hand and shot wildly at the tall figure in front of the window.

Table lamps, tables and chairs, sofas exploded wildly, cotton wool, paper, and wood chips were flying all over the sky, and the walls were filled with dense bullet holes. Between the smoke and dust, the figure standing there was blood flowing all over his body, shaking twice, crushing the sofa and falling to the ground.

There was no other sound in the mess.

Among the seven or eight figures, the thin bald head took off his goggles, lowered his muzzle, stepped on the glass fragments with his long boots, looked at Harris, who was shot on his forehead, glanced at the Oriental man full of bullets, pushed open the door, and casually pulled the trigger on the bedside.

Then, he waved at the other seven people over there: "Take all the research materials away."

After saying that, he turned on the communicator on his shoulder.

"The target has been cleared, and the information has been quickly received and brought back. In addition, one more oriental person was killed. I don't know if it was from Japan or South Korea... Don't worry, I'm dead and I'm shot all over my body, and there is no possibility of being alive."

Just after he said "death", there was a jingle metal sounding on the ground, and the man who was still talking stopped talking. He disliked others disturbing him to report, frowned and looked at the two guards who were watching, who shook their heads and said that they had no sound.

The next moment.

Ding ~~

A slight sound of metal falling to the ground sounded from behind the overturned sofa. The man showed a wink. His two men raised their guns and approached them. Seeing the blood-covered Oriental man on the ground motionless, he breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head to indicate that nothing had happened.

Behind the two, among the blood flowing on the floor, the blood-stained fingers moved, and then they bent tightly. Under the torn leather jacket, the back of the leather, the colorful tiger's head gradually became lifelike. For a moment, Wang Ruhu suddenly opened his eyes, his thick beard relaxed, revealing his white teeth, and a bullet slid from the corner of his mouth.

Another jingle sound.

The two men who had just walked out two steps turned tensely, and the bald man who was about to leave also turned around and the wind blew into the broken window from outside and threw themselves on their faces.
Chapter completed!