The night is deeper, and the floating black clouds are moving, gradually covering up half of the clear moon in the night sky.

The prison passage occasionally echoed a few coughs. Outside the skylight, the cold moonlight was covered by black clouds, and the shadow pushed the lights of the corridor and hugged the cell in. The voices and footsteps became quiet at this moment.

The cell behind the fence was illuminated by blue light. Wang Ruhu, who was covered in sweat, closed his eyes tightly, pressed his head to the down pillow and swung back and forth, his hands and feet were not twitching, and the steel wire bed was pounding.

In the darkness, a light blue halo rose slowly in the low cabinet on the bedside, driving the dark edge to spread on the bed. In the mechanical sound of the metal box, the lid was pulled up, and a chip had a blue-white electric light flowing. The blue light shining seemed to scan the man's head, neck, and limbs.

scanning:

Fifty percent of organisms exceed human limits......

Perfect fit....

Perform a transplant...

The porting is in progress...

start......

In the chip that ordinary people cannot see, countless long strings of codes are calculating rapidly, vaguely turning into electronic sounds. The next second I read "Start transplantation" and the other side of the bed was twitching and struggling violently. Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped his hand whizzed by.

The electronic sound ended abruptly, and with a bang, the lid of the box pressed by the palm was slid out, and the precise components were scattered. The chip in the middle popped up and fell on the counter and flipped twice.

After a moment, his hands unconsciously hung on the side of the bed and hung on the side. Wang Ruhu swung his cheeks, his eyebrows tightened to the extreme, his eyes kept turning under his eyelids, and the sweat beads covered with their foreheads flowed down the tip of his eyebrows to the corners of his eyes. The moment he slid down the pillow, a sound came in his mind.

"Ru Hu, I didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and ran to the teacher to do what......"

Consciousness fell into a dream, fragmented memories formed a picture, in the dark forest, fog surging deep in the forest, in the clearing ground in front of the forest, an old man was wearing a black robe and cloth shoes, rolled up a piece of his sleeves and turned his back to him. His spotted beard shook and turned his face slightly. Wang Ruhu wanted to see clearly, but he was a little blurry and could not see clearly what he looked like.

Over there, only the old man's voice was heard.

"The body of birth and death is steel inside and outside. When I was young, I had been bathing medicine for fifteen years. All poisons were not invaded, and the five elements were harmless. With the tenacity of death, I could also force my last breath. If the qi did not go down to the dantian, the body would not be destroyed, and the spirit would not be eliminated."

"You and your cousin, you have become your teacher. He has learned the universal methods of weapons and you can't accept your immortal body. The road is long and dangerous, so you should be careful..."

Looking at the clearings in the forest, the sound of wind whimpered and ran through. In the rustling forest, darkness surged like a tide, covering everything I saw in the field of vision, and then when the slight light appeared, it was a dilapidated house with dim lights, the New Year pictures on the walls were dirty, and the baskets were filled with herbs.

The sound of water boiled, and a strong smell of medicine came out.

Wang Ruhu stood behind the threshold and looked at the old man on the wooden bed in the room. His body was as thin as firewood, his eyes were muddy and his dry lips were moving, and he muttered weakly.

"Like a tiger... have you refined it?

......Is it made?

...The body of birth and death is steel inside and outside. Have you made it?"

The old man's weak words seemed to be endlessly circulating, echoing in his ears. At one moment, Wang Ruhu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Only then did he find that his hands were clenching into fists and tightly pinching them. The sunlight was shining in from the skylight on the wall behind him, mottled on the bedding.

It was already dawn.

Outside the iron gate fence, the two jailers looked at each other. Seeing that he had nothing to do, they gave each other a look and left quickly.

"I'm having a nightmare again."

"There are several times a month...I calculated the time really accurately, and I will take you to see it for the first time."

"It's amazing that such a cruel person can even have nightmares."

The two jailers talked to each other, and the baton hit the fence in the distance, and a bang sound came, which made Wang Ruhu feel relieved. He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, put his bare feet on the ground, felt the slight coolness of his feet, and felt a lot of energy. Then he got up and walked to the toilet, poured the cold water on his face and rubbed it hard for a few times, and exhaled heavily.

I have been dreaming last night for countless times over the past three years. The old man in the dream should be his master, but I have tried hard to recall it but I have no deep memory. And the body of birth and death has no impression. As for the old man, he has a cousin, and he doesn’t even know what his appearance or name is.

"A dream with no end...where should I go to find clues."

After taking a towel to wipe off the water stains on his face, Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the bedside table, his thick eyebrows frowned.

"Who did it?"

On the counter there, the metal box that was placed there last night could not be opened before, but it was broken in half at this time. The lid was crooked on one side, and tiny parts were sprinkled everywhere, looking violently smashed.

Wang Ruhu picked up a square chip the size of a thumb in the mess and looked at the sunlight carefully. There were many fine things on it.

"It seems to be a terrible technology...it has something to do with my past..."

However, after thinking about it, his head suddenly felt like a needle prick, as if something was stopping him from remembering his past memories. He immediately pinched the chip and pounded his head hard. The roar of "Ah--" shocked the cell fence trembled, and his other hand suddenly raised and punched it out.

The nearest wall, cement fell off and bricks broke and rocks broke and flew. Wang Ruhu punched the hole directly, and his fist hit the cell next door, rubbed it against the prisoner's face, and screamed in shock.

Soon, a series of footsteps came here, and seven or eight prison guards surrounded the door, looking at their bare faces, swallowing their saliva. At this time, no one dared to unlock the lock.

He just asked outside the door, "What happened?" "Does it feel uncomfortable, do you need to call the prison doctor?"

Standing in front of the wall, his body bowed slightly and slowly withdrew his hand. Wang Ruhu dragged his foot to the edge of the bed, staring at the bright mottled spots on the ground for a while, his lips slightly opened and his voice was low.

"Call Harold for me... Let him come here, I have something to say to him."

The jailer outside the door left, took out the phone and called the other party. The latter was enjoying a massage at home. When he received the call, he thought Wang Ruhu agreed to the previous counterfeiting match, so he sent the massage girl, got up and dressed in order, took the bodyguard to drive to Tagong Prison, parked the vehicle, and rushed to the cell, stretched out his arms and hugged the figure who kept slapping sandbags there.

Wang Ruhu ignored him, his eyes shaking his sandbag. After a long time, he stopped waving his fists, took the towel handed to Harold, and wiped off the sweat beads from his face.

"Can the best brain doctor in Morosia treat amnesia?"

He hurriedly drove over, and it turned out to be this. Harold sat down to the bed, waved his hand to send a bottle of mineral water, unscrewed it and took a sip, looked at the other person's expression, and shook his head.

"There is no...the most psychological intervention here, but you've tried it."

Wang Ruhu threw away the towel, hung a row of plastic hooks on the wall, and took a coat from the bed to cover his body. The sunlight shone on the high bulge between the open collar. He stood on the spots of light cast from the skylight and turned around, looking at Harold by the bed for a moment and spoke.

"I want to leave... to find memories."
Chapter completed!