Chapter 60 Chapter 60 Wen Yanming is lying.

After escaping from the suffocating hotel suite, Xi Tong wandered like a ghost on the streets of W City late at night, relying on the remaining memories of the "past".

As the cold wind blew, her confused mind seemed to clear up a little, but it was followed by deeper confusion and fear.

She first went to the key high school in the city that she remembered.

However, the campus scene she saw through the tightly closed gate was very different from what she remembered.

The brand new teaching building, the unfamiliar plastic track, and even the name on the sign hanging at the school gate seemed to have changed slightly.

This place is not what it was when she was studying.

A strong sense of disharmony gripped her.

The unrest escalated rapidly.

Xitong hailed a taxi and told the address of her grandmother's house.

That was the warmest harbor of her childhood.

Xitong stood at the foot of the familiar residential building and mustered up the courage to knock on the door, but no one responded no matter how hard she knocked.

"Grandma? It's me, Xiaoxi! Open the door!"

However, there was dead silence inside the door.

There were no footsteps, no familiar, doting responses, and not even a light on.

Only her own knocking and calling echoed hollowly, and then were swallowed by endless silence.

Xitong knocked for a long time. The feeling of being abandoned by the whole world was like a cold tide, instantly submerging her ankles.

The neighbor next door seemed disturbed by the noise. The door opened a crack, and a sleepy middle-aged woman poked her head out and said impatiently, "Stop knocking! This family hasn't been back to stay for a long time! It's the middle of the night, can't you let us sleep?"

"You didn't come back to live here?"

Xitong seemed to have grasped the last straw and turned around anxiously, "Do you know where they went? When will they be back?"

The neighbor frowned and looked at her, as if she was a little strange: "How should I know? It seems to have been empty for a while. Go away and stop making noise!"

The last glimmer of hope drove Xitong back to the home that theoretically should be most familiar to her - her parents' home.

Standing downstairs, she looked up at the window that should have been lit, but was now completely dark.

She rushed upstairs and pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers, once, twice... no one answered.

At this moment, the neighbor next door happened to go out: "Don't press it, the family is long gone, and the house was sold a long time ago."

"Gone...what do you mean?" Xitong turned around, her face frighteningly pale in the dim light of the corridor.

The neighbor looked at her, and perhaps touched by her expression, his tone softened a little: "I think it was an accident... It happened many years ago. The current owner doesn't come back often."

boom--

All luck and self-deception completely collapsed at this moment.

Wen Yanming is lying.

Everything he said, about her being sick and recuperating, her parents coming to visit her soon, and taking her back to W City to relax... were all carefully woven, complete lies!

Xitong walked alone and lostly on the streets that he once knew so well.

Neon lights flickered, traffic flowed like a whirlwind, and the city was still bustling and bustling, yet it seemed as if there was a layer of cold glass separating her from it. She didn't belong here, or rather, this place no longer belonged to her.

who is she?

How old is she?

Where were her parents? Where was her grandmother? What had she been through all these years? Why was she with a man who looked familiar but made her feel instinctively uneasy?

A huge sense of confusion overwhelmed her like a tide.

She was like a duckweed that had been uprooted, unable to find its origin or its way back, helplessly drifting with the current. A bone-chilling chill spread from the depths of her heart, colder than the late autumn night wind.

If...if those beloved relatives were long gone, then what was the meaning of her existence now? What were the meanings of all the years she had lived?

Fear was like an icy vine, wrapping around her heart, tightening more and more.

Xitong walked into a 24-hour convenience store, and the bright lights made her eyes hurt.

She mechanically took a few cans of alcoholic drinks, and her fingers were too cold to move when she paid.

Standing at the door of the convenience store, she opened a can of wine and drank it. The cold liquid with the bitter taste of alcohol slid down her throat, but it could not dispel the coldness and emptiness in her heart.

Where else can she go?

Finally, Xitong clenched the can in his hand, and the aluminum foil made a harsh deformation sound.

She has to go back.

Back to the liar.

No matter who Wen Yanming was, no matter what his hidden purpose was, at this moment, he was the only clue she could grasp that connected her to this terrifying "reality".

She needed answers, and the answers could only be pried out from him.

Taking a deep breath of cold air, she threw the empty can into the trash can, turned around, and walked back step by step towards the luxurious cage.

…

Returning to the luxurious hotel suite, Xitong locked the door and slid down to the floor with his back against the cold door.

The panic, confusion and chill of being deceived that I had just experienced outside, mixed with the aftereffects of the alcohol, came flooding back all at once.

He stumbled to his feet and walked into the bathroom.

Under the bright light, the mirror reflected a face full of confusion and pain.

Alcohol burned his nerves, and Xitong was driven by a self-destructive impulse to tear apart all falsehoods and touch the truth.

With trembling hands, she took off her clothes one by one until she was standing naked in front of the mirror.

The body in the mirror maintains the youthful and slender outline, the skin is firm, and the years do not seem to have left too many traces.

However, when her eyes subconsciously moved down and landed on her flat belly, her movements suddenly froze.

There, a clear, light pink horizontal scar stood abruptly below the belly button.

Breathing suddenly stopped.

What is this scar...?

She hadn't noticed it before when she was showering.

Xitong's mind went blank, and the dizziness brought by the alcohol was instantly gone.

She was sure that during the high school period when her "memory" stopped, her body was intact and there was absolutely no such obvious surgical scar!

A cold fear seized her.

Xitong staggered out of the bathroom and found the phone that Wen Yanming left for her to contact him. Her fingers were shaking so much that she could hardly hold it.

Open the search engine and enter the keywords: "female... lower abdomen... horizontal incision..."

A large amount of information popped up instantly.

When she saw the words "cesarean section" and "birth scar", it was as if a thunder exploded in her mind!

Caesarean section?

Have a baby?

She gave birth to a child?!

This cognition was like the most violent tsunami, instantly destroying all cognitive dams!

Xitong threw the phone away as if it were a hot iron, and fell backward uncontrollably onto the thick carpet.

The huge, unimaginable impact made her whole body cold and her blood seemed to solidify.

Xitong lowered her head in disbelief and looked at the scar again, her fingers subconsciously and extremely slowly stroking the skin.

It turns out...time has not left no traces.

It had carved into her, in the most profound and indelible way, the mark of another life that she had no memory of.

who is she?

How much memory did she lose?

Where is that child now?

Who is the father of the child?

Countless questions and huge blanks were like an abyss, completely swallowing her.

Curling up, Xitong hugged her cold self, but could not stop the trembling rising from the depths of her soul.

…

The night in W City is an invisible giant net. Yu Sixie's men are like the most elite hunting dogs, radiating madly to every corner of the city with the hotel as the center.

All properties under Wen Yanming’s name or that may be related to him were checked as quickly as possible.

However, no.

Not a trace at all.

Xitong was like a drop of water, evaporating in the humid night of W City.

She had no record of using any electronic devices or any means of transportation that required identification information.

This complete "disappearance" also made Yu Sixie feel increasingly cold in his heart, and the anxiety almost burned through his sanity.

The only thing they overlooked was the most unlikely possibility—the gorgeous cage she had just escaped from.

At the same time, Wen Yanming's state was even more crazy than Yu Sixie's.

Xitong's disappearance was like waking up suddenly from a carefully constructed dream at its peak!

Having lost all his composure and calculation, Wen Yanming was like a trapped beast whose most precious treasure had been taken away. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and his shirt cuffs were stained with blood from the beating by Yu Sixie.

The man rushed out of the hotel like a madman, ignoring the anxious shouts of his subordinates behind him, and plunged into the cold and hazy night of W City.

He ran aimlessly, weaving in and out of the unfamiliar crowd and traffic. His scarlet eyes swept over every similar back, and he hoarsely called Xitong's name, causing passers-by to look aside.

"Xiao Xi! Come back! Where are you?!"

"You can't leave me! I won't let you!"

His brain was completely occupied by the panic of losing Xitong and the rage of betrayal, and his rationality had long been burned out.

The world was distorted in Wen Yanming's eyes, leaving only the disappearing white figure.

He rushed out of an alley and stumbled onto the busy main road. The glaring headlights, like the eyes of a giant beast, instantly enveloped him!

An extremely sharp brake sound suddenly tore through the night sky!

A huge container truck was coming at high speed. The driver honked the horn in fear, and the wheels made a sharp scream as they rubbed against the ground. However, due to inertia, it still rushed towards the distraught figure who had crashed into the lane without realizing it, like a steel behemoth, with an unstoppable breath of death!

Wen Yanming was awakened by the deafening noise and dazzling light.

He turned his head sharply, the cold steel locomotive front reflected in his pupils.

Time is infinitely stretched.

All the sounds of the world disappeared, leaving only the frantic heartbeat.

The truck that represented absolute death roared towards Wen Yanming.