That tone, unspeakable taste.

However, I have caught the key point in Zhou Huai‘an‘s words. Is Pei Zhao dead?

When did Peizhao happen? So Pei Zhao‘s cell phone number has become someone else‘s, and Pei Jia‘s phone has not been dialed?

Obviously, the day I saw Pei Zhao after his death touched Zhou Huai‘an too much.

"I can think of you on that day with my eyes closed now. It‘s too sad." Zhou Huai‘an felt quite deeply.

In Zhou Huai‘an‘s words, my head kept tightening and tightening. The repressed truth seemed to break through the ground in an instant.

I covered my head and tried my best to endure it, but I didn‘t scream.

That kind of memory, twisted my headache.

"Summer?" Zhou Huai‘an saw that I was quiet and cried, "I‘m sorry, I have overstepped these things."

"No." I calmed down and talked to Zhou Huai‘an.

But for a long time, I couldn‘t take myself out of such a splitting headache environment. It took me a long time to continue to speak： "Can you help me contact a brain doctor?"

"Yes." Zhou Huai‘an didn‘t ask much.

Soon, I hung up the phone.

In less than 15 minutes, Zhou Huai‘an sent my cell phone a phone number, address and name.

He said that he had made an explanation and let me go directly to the doctor.

I turned around and left without stopping. In less than an hour, I had already appeared in the doctor‘s place. I didn‘t hide anything from the doctor and told the truth about my situation.

The doctor was very patient. After listening to what I said, he took me to have a comprehensive examination.

Then, he looked at me with a serious face： "Miss, you have ive amnesia. In the brain wave scan, some of them are fault. It is a form of self－protection. As long as it does not affect your life in any way, there is nothing wrong with it."

I was shocked.

But soon, I calmed down： "What if I want to restore this memory?"

It was an intuitive reaction. I know that this memory may be extremely important to me. It can break the barrier of my time and let me get out of my present confusion.

Obviously, my request surprised the doctor： "I‘m sorry, it‘s really hard to say about restoring memory, and there is no accurate statement in medicine."

Me： "…"

"Maybe find a similar picture, stimulate you, may be able to recover." The doctor wanted to think, "However, 99 ％ of this protective amnesia is extremely bad memory, which will be ively forgotten. I don‘t think it would be a good thing to think about it."

… …

The doctor told me a lot.

In my mind, however, there were various fragments in series between the intervals mentioned by the doctor, which were very vague, but with a strong smell of blood.

I can‘t see anything.

In the end, I screamed in front of the doctor. I just covered my head and crouched in the same place. I couldn‘t return to my absolute being.

The doctor is used to my situation, more or less, he has seen different patients with similar situations to me, and he handled my situation calmly.

My headache never eased.

But my mood began to calm down.

"Miss, you see, if you try to think of the previous events, you will cause such headaches, which proves that these memories are not beautiful. Why bother yourself?"

The doctor tried hard to persuade me.

I stood up, politely thanked the doctor, and then I turned and walked out of the clinic.

This is a very short road, but it took me a long time.

Every step I take, I am trying my best to think about the fragments that appear in my mind, but those fragments are always vague. I can see them, but I can‘t get rid of the clouds.

I seem to have a long distance from the previous picture.

This kind of feeling, let me always feel panic, panic can‘t be more.

The headache almost drove me crazy.

As a result, I choked back my headache and walked out of the clinic. Just as I was about to stop the car and leave here, a black Bentley was already parked in front of me.

I froze.

At first glance, I know, that is Carl‘s car.