Chapter 89: Missing Memory
The system hesitated, "I am just a small system, what can I know? You are dreaming or something stupid."
Yu Chucheng's voice suddenly turned cold, "Don't pretend."
The system yelled, "Even if I knew, what would that do? I can't tell you anyway, unless you can eliminate me! And even if you knew the truth, it would do you no good."
"Then I just want to ask one question." Yu Chucheng interrupted, "Am I a person who has traveled through a book? Is Duan Huaijin a person in this book?"
System: “Yes.”
Yu Chucheng: "Then why..."
"This is the second question!" the system called out.
Yu Chucheng: "If you don't tell me, I will call you in my mind every day, eight hundred times a day, so that you can't sleep."
system:"……"
What a real dad! This is truly a real dad.
"I can only reveal one key piece of information to you, which is the time. I won't tell you anything else, even if you kill me. Go ahead and harass me if you want!"
After saying that, the system went offline in a flash, disappearing and pretending to be dead.
"Come back here!" Yu Chucheng shouted.
However, the system did what it said, and no matter how Yu Chucheng chanted, it no longer came out.
Yu Chucheng stood up and walked around the room anxiously.
The system said that the key information was time, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong with the time.
The book says that the villain will be killed on August 3rd, ten years from now. It's still early before ten years from now, so he has plenty of time to find a way to reverse the ending.
Wait a moment……
Yu Chucheng suddenly stopped and his eyes widened slightly.
Why does the date August 3rd sound so familiar?
Yu Chucheng stood there in a daze for two seconds, then suddenly opened the wardrobe, pulled out a random set of clothes from it, put them on, picked up his phone and rushed downstairs.
He hailed a taxi on the side of the road.
Driver: "Hello, where are you going?"
Yu Chucheng fastened his seat belt with a click, "Fengshan No. 12."
The driver heard this and said, "Oh, that's where the rich people live."
But Yu Chucheng ignored him. He felt embarrassed and stopped gossiping.
Yu Chucheng is going back to Fengshan Villa to find a diary.
When he first came here, he thought that he might be able to travel back again in the future, so he wanted to record his experience of traveling through the book as a time traveler. Perhaps his diary would become a miracle when it was discovered by archaeologists many years later.
It’s just that Yu Chucheng didn’t have the good habit of writing a diary every day, and he couldn’t keep it up in less than a month. It happened that he had adapted to the life here by then, so he just stuffed the diary on the shelf in the bedroom. He didn’t know if it was thrown away as waste by the aunt when she cleaned the house.
Got off the taxi.
Before the servants in the house could react, they saw their young master running upstairs like the wind, as if there was something urgent.
As soon as Yu Chucheng entered the bedroom, he went straight into the bookshelf to look for something.
There were a lot of books on it, and Mrs. Yu was nostalgic, so she didn't even throw away his kindergarten books.
Yu Chucheng frantically searched through the books one by one, and finally found a small square yellow loose-leaf notebook on the bottom shelf.
He couldn't wait to turn to the first page, and what caught his eyes was his ugly handwriting.
"August 3rd, a bizarre thing happened today. I actually traveled through a book. I am not from this world, and there is a stupid system in my head that makes me act like a licker for a boy. What a joke. Do you think I am a fool?"
"August 4th, I take back what I said yesterday. I love being a bootlicker. It's just chasing people. How difficult is that? When I accumulate 10,000 points, the first thing I will do is to unbind myself from this stupid system!"
"August 5th..."
"August 6th..."
Yu Chucheng put down the notebook in his hand in a daze. His mind went blank for a moment, and then it was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information and was about to explode.
The memory he traveled through started from August 3rd two years ago. Going back to the time when he was on the way home, he had a car accident.
Before that, where was he before he took the bus home...
The back of my neck suddenly felt numb, as if someone had used an ice pick to pry open the top of my head along my spine, and my brain felt like it was electrocuted.
Someone was talking in his head.
"It's raining, Master Yu, why don't you go back?"
"Go back, I'm waiting for the car, but there seems to be a small problem with the car at home."
"Take my car, I'll take you there."
The diary in Yu Chucheng's hand fell to the ground. He suddenly hugged his head and gasped in pain.
This conversation sounds so familiar.
Countless memory fragments exploded in the skull.
The sky was gloomy after the exhibition. The August rain came without any warning. One second there was still the evening breeze and the shrill chirping of cicadas, and the next second the sky was filled with dark clouds and the sound of thunder.
The raindrops fell as if they were carrying weight. After a gust of wind, the rain gradually became lighter.
The sound of the wheels rolling over the puddles was so wet that it made people feel sticky in the hot and humid air.
Yu Chucheng doesn't like rainy days, especially rainy days in summer. Not only are they not cool, but they are also so stuffy that it makes people feel suffocated.
He lowered his head and looked at his phone with a frown. The driver said that there was a problem with the car and it wouldn't start. It might take a while before he could pick him up at the exhibition hall entrance.
Yu Chucheng suppressed the impatience in his brows, and suddenly an umbrella was stretched out from the side, blocking the raindrops blowing towards him.
"It's raining, Mr. Yu, aren't you going back?" Duan Huaijin's hand, with distinct joints, was holding a black umbrella in front of him.
Yu Chucheng blinked blankly. He knew this person, a guy who had been very popular recently, but he was not familiar with him. His impression was that today seemed to be the first time they had spoken to each other.
Out of politeness, Yu Chucheng put away the unhappiness in his heart caused by the rain and said, "Go back. I'm waiting for the car, but there seems to be a small problem with the car at home."
The umbrella was held open and neither did the person holding it move.
"Take my car, I'll take you there."
After saying this, Duan Huaijin's face gradually disappeared from Yu Chucheng's mind like a thick fog.
Yu Chucheng was sure that this memory was real, but it was not a memory of his real life.
But if there is a memory in between, then the time he spent in the book must be more than two years.
Perhaps he had already traveled into this book, and happened to get in Duan Huaijin's car on August 3. The two had a car accident on the way back, and after death, they returned to twelve years ago.
Now it seems that this is the only explanation that makes sense, and it also connects with the time prompted by the system.
But Yu Chucheng didn't remember how many years ago he came here, nor did he know why he went back to the past after the car accident.
He clenched his fists and trembled, then hit his head twice.
Think quickly, think quickly, think quickly...
"Yu Chucheng! Stop!" A majestic voice sounded.
Yu Jingchen strode into the bedroom and grabbed Yu Chucheng's hand.
He was already angry when he came back today. His assistant told him that Yu Chucheng had gone to see Chen Cheng without permission, and he was about to bring Yu Chucheng back to question him.
"Are you crazy? What are you doing?! You—"
After seeing Yu Chucheng's face clearly, Yu Jingchen stopped talking abruptly, and his frowned brows trembled.
Yu Chucheng's eyes were red and bloodshot, and his face looked ugly gray in comparison, with sweat oozing from his forehead.
His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, "Brother..."
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