When Yan Huailiu was about to ask what the little animal in the painting was, he heard Baili Changhuan's question.

"Is your memory always having problems?"

The relaxed expression on Yan Huailiu's face disappeared instantly, and he turned his head stiffly: "Junior brother?"

"Have you forgotten all those things that happened in the past?" Baili Changhuan continued to ask.

Yan Huailiu didn't dare to look him in the eye, and lowered his head to look at the table: "Yes."

"I knew it." Baili Changhuan sighed, "Can't you remember anything at all?"

"I remember some, and some I don't." Yan Huailiu answered truthfully.

He still knew all the plots given to him by the system, but he really had no idea about the details that did not appear in the original book.

"Did anything feel wrong with your body on the eve of the birthday party?"

Baili Changhuan continued to ask.

Yan Huailiu tried hard to recall, but he could not remember anything except the scene of drinking with Gu Xingyun.

"Probably not."

"Yes, yes. No, no. What do you mean by should?"

Baili Changhuan tutted in dissatisfaction. The spiritual power had already circulated most of the way within Yan Huailiu's fluid.

"What about the night of the birthday party? Around three o'clock in the morning, did you feel anything was wrong?"

Yan Huailiu answered confidently: "No, I was already asleep at that time."

His daily routine is still very healthy.

"How can... cough, cough..."

Baili Changhuan paused, and the hand that was pressing on Yan Huailiu's wrist seemed to be suddenly bounced away.

He lowered his head, felt the bloody taste in his mouth, and swallowed the blood back.

The hands on the table were shaking uncontrollably.