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After running away from home, the Memory Master had nowhere to go.

She was walking aimlessly in the community, and suddenly, as if she remembered something, she pulled the sleeves out of her coat.

Torso teddy printed on cuffs.

The Memory Master poked Trunk Teddy, but the little bear didn't move.

She guessed that the torso teddy could not become a solid entity in the real world and could only be embroidery on clothes.

Before she knew it, the illusionist was on the road to No. 7 Middle School. She saw the brightly colored Liwangli road sign on her right.

In fact, she was not homeless. There was a home across the street. The illusionist decisively crossed the road.

If there wasn't a sign at the entrance of the community, she would have thought she had gone to the wrong place.

This Liwangli does not look like a residential area, but more like a garden.

The gate of the community is like a garden passage in a noble castle, leading directly to a winding landscape trail. On both sides of the path are layers of flowers, plants and trees, and the carefully trimmed lawn is like a blanket, making people want to rest on it.

The illusionist ignored the beautiful scenery and walked forward quickly. She was very interested in the people who lived here.

At the end of the path is an old man picking up trash.

A well-dressed old man was leaning on a cane, bending over to pick up trash from a brand new green trash can. Next to him was an old lady in a floral cotton coat sitting in a cart of red bricks.

So this is what He Kang sees as happiness.

The Memory Master sighed silently.

People cannot imagine things beyond their own cognition. The memory artist has not experienced He Kang's pain. She cannot imagine a printer that can pollute cognition, a shopping mall doll made of eraser residue, or a vending machine blocking the door of her home.

He Kang has never experienced the happiness of a normal person. He can't imagine an old man who doesn't pick up trash, nor can he imagine a floral cotton coat without pulling out red bricks.

Even though the amnesiac who turned into a printer tried to describe a normal world to He Kang, he could not understand.

The best he could do was give feedback in the form of vending machines all over the hallway and an old lady who built a shack out of a whole corpse.

What he perceives as normal is absurd and horrifying in the eyes of others.

The memory artist walked around the old lady who was sitting in the red brick car with a happy look on her face and walked into the building silently.

Walking out of the revolving door, the illusionist was shocked by the luxury that hit him.

The first floor of the building is not occupied, but is an extremely luxurious lobby, as exquisite as a five-star hotel.

Crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, and oil paintings are painted on the walls; there is even a small garden landscape inside, with mist formed by dry ice filling the artificial garden.

The illusionist walked inside on the soft carpet. She walked from left to right and from right to left on the first floor, but could not find either the elevator or the stairs.

She had a question: Why is there no security guard or full-time housekeeper in such a high-end residence?

The misty garden in front of her seemed to tempt the illusionist. She took a deep breath and entered the garden.

In the middle of the garden lay the body of a headless man.

The corpse was located in a newly arranged flower bed, surrounded by gorgeous roses and mysterious and elegant lavender, like a decadent and gorgeous death displayed in a museum.

The illusionist did not touch the corpse rashly. Even though she knew that she had escaped from the narrative layer created by He Kang, she still felt that the world was unreal.

She always felt that once she stepped forward to perform the autopsy, the corpse would perform a 360-degree resurrection show for her, and then start chasing her mindlessly.

The illusionist stood cautiously at the outermost edge of the garden, observing the corpse from a distance.

Judging from the appearance alone, the headless male corpse is most likely He Kang.

The corpse was wearing the clothes He Kang wore before he was kidnapped by the swordsman. He was fat and swollen due to years of taking hormone drugs. The corpse's hands were curled up in front of his chest, which was a gesture He Kang often made.

The illusionist carefully avoided the corpse and walked through the mist to the end of the garden.

At the end of the garden, there is an apartment manager's office that is shabby but full of the atmosphere of fireworks.

Through the half-open window, you can see the scratched cabinets and the induction cooker used for cooking in the office.

The narrow bed was covered with peony-patterned sheets that had been washed until they were pale. Everything in the office was so out of place with the luxurious lobby that it was like they were on two different levels.

The illusionist looked for too long and was discovered by the apartment manager in the office. The curtains by the window were grabbed by a hand and pulled shut with a swish.

The illusionist politely asked: "Hello, where are the elevator and stairs?"

After the curtains were drawn, only an office window two hands wide was left through which one could peek inside, and outside the window was a rusty and deformed anti-theft window.

The apartment manager sat down in front of the window. Only the lower half of her face could be seen from the outside. She was a middle-aged woman. She sat upright in front of the window, writing and drawing in the registration book.

The criss-crossing iron bars of the security window reflected on her face, and the illusionist felt that she looked familiar.

"I want to go upstairs. How can I get there?" the illusionist asked again in a different way.

The apartment manager wrote the last word in the registration book and finally answered the question: "Are you a resident?"

"Yes, my name is He Shan, and I live on the 5th floor."

“How can a resident not know how to get home?”

The Memory Master lied: "I forgot where the elevator is."

The apartment manager ignored her.

"There's a body in the garden."

The apartment manager still ignored her.

"Can you lend me a pair of gloves? I want to do an autopsy."

The apartment manager reached into the cabinet, handed a pair of plastic gloves out through the window, and then quickly closed the security window.

The illusionist took the opportunity to take the plastic gloves and stretched her neck to look inside, but unfortunately the registration book on the table was closed and she couldn't see what was written on it.

Putting on gloves, the Memory Master squatted down to perform an autopsy.

The body had multiple injuries, with severe rupture of internal organs, fractures of long bones in the limbs, and a broken spine.

There were no scars on the body caused by human beatings, which meant that the fractures were not caused by beatings, but only by falling.

But the roof of the house was completely enclosed, and it was impossible for the body to fall through the floors and into the lobby garden.

Could it be that he died outside and was moved here?

The illusionist checked the bloodstains under the body, which were evenly distributed near the injured limbs in a spray-like shape.

The blood stains on the ground could even be connected to the splash marks on the rose petals, indicating that this was the first crime scene and no one had moved the body.

What's even more bizarre is that the head of the corpse has disappeared.

Judging from the severity of the fractures and the degree of internal organ rupture, the head of the corpse must have been severely damaged.

But where the head should have been, there was neither blood nor brain matter or tissue fluid. There was only a neat break in the neck, revealing the white bones.

From this, the amnesiac came to an incredible preliminary autopsy result: the man suspected to be He Kang was first beheaded, and then the murderer threw the body from a high altitude, ignoring the 5th floor of the building and hitting the middle of the flower bed in the hall.

Where's his head?

The illusionist looked up at the neat and smooth ceiling, and the feeling of frustration and irritation came back to her. She even forgot to take off her gloves that were stained with blood and mucus, and wanted to reach out and tear open her collar.

A familiar voice stopped her: "Shanshan, what are you doing here? Why don't you go upstairs?"

The illusionist stopped reaching for her collar and turned to look at He Cuifeng.

To be honest, if the memory artist hadn't had a deep memory of A-Lu's voice, she wouldn't have recognized the woman in front of her, even though she had looked at photos of He Cuifeng repeatedly.

He Fengcui, who dressed up carefully in the surveillance video of the script-killing store, was no match for He Cuifeng in front of her.

He Cuifeng wore a high-end gray cashmere coat with a simple and decent white cotton shirt underneath. The crisp style of the shirt was extremely elegant.

The memory artist didn't know much about fashion, but having seen the real thing, she could recognize that the green crystal buttons on He Cuifeng's collar and cuffs were real.

He Cuifeng stood in front of her with a smile on her face. She had fair skin, shiny long black hair, and a relaxed and lively expression on her face. This was a beauty that could not be achieved by dressing up alone.

The illusionist took off his gloves: "I'm doing an autopsy."

"What autopsy are you doing? Go home and have dinner." He Cuifeng, carrying her bag, stepped on the headless male corpse in her high heels.

He Cuifeng disappeared before the illusionist's eyes.

The illusionist quickly put his gloves back on.

She repeatedly checked the headless male corpse, but found no signs of being trampled on. The illusionist prepared herself mentally and followed He Cuifeng's example by stepping on it.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and the Memory Master arrived in front of a row of four elevators.

The elevator doors are written with "134", "159", "1716" and "1925" respectively.

A delivery man wearing a helmet suddenly appeared in the elevator. He said anxiously on the phone: "Electric vehicles are not allowed to enter the community, so I walked in. The time is about to expire, so I ordered it to be delivered first!"

The delivery man waited for a while, but there was no response on the other end of the phone. He asked: "Hello, are you still there? Which elevator should I take to get to the third floor?"

"Speak up!" The delivery man became more and more impatient. "There are no stairs in the building, only an elevator. How can I get up there?"

The customer on the other end of the phone neither answered nor hung up, leaving the delivery man anxiously standing in front of the elevator.

He Cuifeng asked with concern: "Are we going to the third floor?"

"Yes!" The delivery man's eyes lit up.

"Take the one with number 1716." He Cuifeng said softly.

The delivery man kept thanking me while pressing the elevator button: "Thank you so much!"

"Wait." The illusionist stopped him, "Take 159."

The delivery man looked at the brother and sister in front of him stupidly.

"My brother was joking with you." He Cuifeng pressed the number 1925 next to her. "Children of this age just like to joke around."

The delivery man raised his foot to go into 1716.

"Wait a minute!" The illusionist reached out to stop the delivery man. "It's a number series. The sum of the first two numbers divided by ..."

"What's the point of talking about numbers?" The delivery man knocked away the hand of the illusionist who was blocking the elevator. "Young master, you don't know the sufferings of the world. I will be fined for overtime!"

The illusionist watched the door of elevator 1716 close in front of him.

He Cuifeng played with her long hair using French manicure with a smile.

"Why"

The Memory Master asked calmly.

He Cuifeng stepped into the 1925 elevator: "You said it was a sequence, a simple sequence. He doesn't even understand this, why is he still alive?"

It is indeed a simple number series, a math problem for elementary school students.

134, 159, 1716, 1925

Add the first two numbers and divide by 2 to get the number of floors, and the square of the number of floors is the final number.

The illusionist believed that the delivery man could definitely recognize such a simple number sequence, but the overdue orders blinded his eyes and urged him to go faster and faster.

“Aaaaaaah!”

The delivery man's muffled screams could be heard from the elevator shaft.

"You see, that's it." He Cuifeng invited the illusionist with a smile, "There's no need for stupid people to live in this world."

The memory artist felt nauseous. She would rather go back to the world created by He Kang and face Teddy Torso and the mental pollution printer than share an elevator with He Cuifeng.

The feeling of frustration and irritability almost reached its peak, and the illusionist asked bluntly: "Who deserves to live in this world, He Cuifeng or He Fengcui?"

He Cuifeng's face changed drastically. She pressed the elevator door closing button like lightning, wanting to throw the illusionist into the elevator room on the first floor. The illusionist stepped into the gap between the elevator doors and used both hands to force the elevator door open.

The illusionist wore a malicious smile and deliberately dragged out his words: "When the green fills the eyes, the breeze sways. The clouds hide the ancient trees, and the smoke covers the secluded pond. When you see green, it feels like spring, and your heart follows the scene. All the worldly worries are washed away, and your mind wanders in the peaceful world. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the world, how many times can you be in this state? Let go of the vanity and live in the green forever."

This is the content on A-Lu's screen saver, which was read out word for word by the Memory Master.

The sound of reciting ancient poems combined with the creaking of the elevator door made He Cuifeng less panicked. She let go of the hand pressing the door closing button and invited the illusionist again: "Would you like to go home with your sister?"

Under the light of the incandescent lamp above her head, the smiling He Cuifeng looked like an evil ghost in the world.