Machine for recalling the past

Chen Hui found Du Siling and Han Beimo early this morning and said, "I have finally invented the 'Memory Machine'."

Han Beimo sat on the sofa, looking down at his phone, pretending not to hear. Du Siling pretended to be very busy.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lu Xun smiled awkwardly and said, "Well... since you're not saying anything, I'll take that as a yes."

Du Siling: ?

Han Beimo: ...

Han Beimo looked at Chen Hui and said, "No, I'm too lazy."

Du Siling seized the opportunity and said, "I agree, why don't you try it yourself?"

Chen Hui also made no attempt to hide it: "Because I need to be outside to observe the various conditions inside, I can't go there myself. Otherwise, I might really get stuck inside."

Du Siling: ...

Han Beimo said incredulously, "Then you're letting us try?"

"Please." Seeing that Chen Hui was already so sincere.

Han Beimo stood up and said to Du Siling, "I think we can omit the cuckoo. What do you think?"

Du Siling only gave him a look and said, "I don't think so."

Han Beimo stopped pretending and said, "Okay? Sure."

Han Beimo picked up Du Siling, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Let's go."

I thought Du Siling would struggle, but to my surprise, he was surprisingly "obedient".

"night?"

Upon hearing the name Du Siling, Han Beimo stopped. He turned to Lu Xun and said, "Never mind, I'm quite busy."

Just moments ago, I was basking in the joy of successfully persuading the white mouse, but after being called that, I could only utter one word: "Huh?"

But Lu Xun did not want to give up his two "experiments".

"Don't go. I can't see your memories. This is about reliving your memories, but only if you forget the present. But don't worry, you're out now, it won't affect anything." Afraid that Lu Xun and the others would run away, she finally let out the whole story in one breath.

Han Beimo stopped again, looked down at Du Siling and said, "Hiss! We're going the wrong way."

Seeing that he had changed his mind, Du Siling stopped pretending and began to struggle frantically, "Damn it, put me down."

"I can't hear you."

Du Siling just wanted to curse, and Chen Hui stopped stalling for time.

Upon reaching a massive machine, Han Beimo set him down, and Du Siling calmly examined the two coffin-like instruments.

After Chen Hui operated the large screen for a while, the two coffin-like objects finally opened the door.

"Please, little cuckoo."

Han Beimo saw him lie down before he lay down himself.

Du Siling only felt a flash of white light pass by in an instant.

He opened his eyes again, looked around, and frowned as he thought for a while. He only remembered that he was an undercover agent, and that he was going to a trade party with the gang leader Han Beimo tonight. He also remembered that they knew each other through family. He even seemed to have talked to him…?

Just then, a text message arrived on my phone under my pillow: "After the trading conference tonight, take care of him."

Du Siling was unaware that Han Beimo was watching his every move.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Du Siling quickly hid his phone and said, "Come in." He recognized the person who entered; it was one of Han Beimo's most trusted subordinates.

The two elders said to him, "Second Master, the eldest master wants you to go to his room."

"Okay, I understand."

On the way there, Du Siling thought this place looked so familiar. Had she been here before?

He pushed open the door; the room was empty, dimly lit, as if covered in a layer of dust.

He didn't dare to go inside rashly, but stood at the door and called out softly, "Brother Mo? Are you there? It's time."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark figure emerged from behind the door. Han Beiling smiled at him and walked ahead first.

Once in the car, Han Beiling leaned against the dazed Du Siling's shoulder and held out her hand in front of him.

Du Siling was a little puzzled and placed the phone from her pocket in his hand.

Han Beimo, who wanted to hold his wife's hand: "..."

"Little cuckoo, hand."

Although Du Siling didn't understand, he obediently did as he was told, extending his hand. The moment their fingers touched, Han Beiling gently pulled his wrist, drawing him close, their fingers intertwining tightly. After a series of movements, their fingers were finally clasped together.

Han Beiling leaned close to his ear and said, "Thanks, Xiao Duhe."

Du Siling twitched the corners of his mouth and tried to reach for his phone with his left hand, but his flushed cheeks betrayed his embarrassment.

At the center of the stage were members of prestigious families dressed in haute couture gowns, but behind the glamorous lights, their ugly faces were suffocating.

Du Siling disliked such a strong perfume scent, so he felt dizzy and had chest tightness as soon as he entered the trading area. Han Beiling quickly noticed that something was wrong with him and asked in a low voice, "Feeling unwell? Do you want to go for a walk?"

Du Siling waved her hand, but Han Beiling was still worried. She only said "Wait for me" before turning and walking towards the trading floor.

The fresh air outside lessened Du Siling's nausea considerably. He took out his phone and saw a message from his superior: "Eight minutes. Begin the encirclement."

In his view, this was simply a blind excuse for his superiors to secure a first-class merit.

As Du Siling entered the hall, an unusual odor filled his lungs, making his breathing increasingly heavy and his abdomen begin to cramp. He leaned against the wall, anxiously searching for support in the dense crowd. He futilely sought footholds in the air.

Suddenly, Han Beiling patted him on the shoulder from behind: "Little Du He..."

Before he could finish speaking, Du Siling grabbed his hand and ran outside, heading straight for the car next to them. The two elders were stunned for a moment: "Elder brother? Isn't it two o'clock? It's only 1:54 now."

"Never mind, drive, go into the alley, whatever you do, don't take the main road!" Du Siling shoved Han Beiling into the car and yelled at the two elders.

Although the two elders were puzzled, they still started the car. Du Siling leaned back in his seat, still catching his breath. Han Beiling tugged at his sleeve and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Encirclement and suppression".

After listening, Han Beiling pressed his head onto her shoulder and said, "Take a rest, you're too nervous."

Perhaps as her nerves finally relaxed, Du Siling's consciousness began to blur.

He leaned against Han Beiling, and in a daze, he seemed to hear a mocking laugh, followed by a gunshot.

A splash of blood appeared on Han Beiling's chest, and Du Siling was jolted awake. The loud noise made Han Beiling pinch his leg in annoyance.

The air inside the cave was cold and damp. Just as Du Siling finished wrapping the gauze, she heard a series of chaotic footsteps coming from the cave entrance.

Han Beiling shoved the gun into his hand and whispered, "Take the secret passage at the back. I'll cover your retreat."

Du Siling gripped the gun, his knuckles turning white: "If we're going to leave, we'll leave together."

Just then, the figure at the cave entrance became clear. Leading the group wasn't the pursuers, but Zhao Chuxiao.

She stood at the cave entrance, a cruel smile on her face: "Don't bother, Han Beiling. I've already taken control of all your men."

Han Beiling's pupils suddenly contracted: "It's you?"

"It's me."

Zhao Chu clapped his hands and two of his men escorted the two elders in. "From the day you placed Du Siling by your side, I knew you would ruin my plans sooner or later."

Du Siling suddenly looked at Han Beiling: "You knew all along that I was a policeman?"

Han Beiling didn't answer, but simply stood in front of him and smiled at Zhao Chu, saying, "Let them go, and I'll go with you."

"It's too late."

Zhao Chuxiao raised his gun and pointed it at Du Siling, "Today, both of you will die here."

Just as she pulled the trigger, Han Beiling lunged forward and shielded her from the bullet with her body.

"Han Beiling!"

Du Siling screamed and hugged him, his clothes instantly stained with blood.

Zhao Chu smiled coldly and turned around: "Clean it up."

Just as her men were about to step forward, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from the cave entrance. The police reinforcements had arrived.

Zhao Chu panicked and turned to run, but Du Siling grabbed him.

He pointed a gun at her head, his eyes bloodshot: "Why?"

"Why?"

Zhao Chu burst into laughter, "Because Han Beiling stole everything that should have been mine! What does he think he is? He's nothing but a dog my dad raised!"

Du Siling held Han Beiling, kneeling on the ground, tears mixed with blood dripping onto his face.

"Don't sleep, Han Beiling, don't sleep..."

Han Beiling opened her eyes with difficulty and reached out to touch his face: "Don't cry... I'm fine..."

Du Siling was stunned.

He then realized that the bullet had hit the bulletproof vest in Han Beiling's arms.

Han Beiling smiled and pulled a voice recorder out of his clothes: "The evidence against Zhao Chuxiao is all here."

It turns out that this was a trap set by Han Beiling from the very beginning.

He deliberately let Zhao Chuxiao think he had the victory in mind, just to get her to confess all her crimes.

Du Siling was both angry and amused, and punched him in the leg: "You liar!"

Han Beiling grabbed his hand and kissed it: "I'm only lying to you."