Not long after Lu Fenghan left, Qi Yan seemed to sense that the aura surrounding his body had disappeared. His brows were tightly furrowed, and after a few quick breaths, he opened his eyes.

Looking to the other side of the bed, the man was gone.

He supported himself with his hands and sat up. The soft nightgown gently stuck to his body with the movement, revealing his thin features. Qi Yan touched his calf, and his fingertips felt a rough texture. Turning on the light at the end of his personal computer, he saw that there was a bandage wrapped around his calf, and the end of the bandage was tied into a small bow. He

carefully touched the bow, and then touched it again, and then Qi Yan withdrew his hand with an unsatisfied look.

After sitting there for a while, Qi Yan slowly moved to the other side of the bed, and finally lay down where Lu Fenghan had just sat. He rubbed the remaining warmth on the pillow in a somewhat morbid manner, and at the same time, he tapped the personal terminal and made a call.

The room was dark, with a little light coming in from the window, revealing the vague outlines of the furniture. The blue fluorescent light of the personal terminal was dim, reflecting on Qi Yan's face, making his skin look paler than usual.

Soon, the communication was successfully connected, and a gentle female voice came from the other side: "Qi Yan?"

On the communication interface, the line and contact prompts were "encrypted".

Qi Yan has regained his composure. He said, "An hour ago, I was confused about reality again."

The female voice on the other side asked, "Before that, how many times has this happened since you returned to Leto?"

His eyes fell on a certain point in the air. Qi Yan recalled carefully, his expression a little confused, and finally concluded, "I don't know. I don't know how many times I have been confused."

"Don't worry, can you tell me the details of this time?"

"After finishing the psychological test form, I went downstairs, passed the living room, and went to the kitchen to get some water. When I returned to the door, I received your reply, and then the cup fell to the ground. Lu Fenghan opened the door and came out of the bedroom opposite. I asked him what day it was today, and he answered me." Qi Yan narrated in order, his voice softened, "The date I thought was indeed correct."

"What's not right?"

Qi Yan's fingertips trembled slightly. He took the pillow that Lu Fenghan leaned on into his arms little by little, and grabbed the pillow with his fingers and tightened it. "What's not right is that in my memory, when I went downstairs to pour water, he was also downstairs, reading the news. But he said that he was in the bedroom the whole time and didn't go downstairs."

"Does 'he' refer to Lu Fenghan?"

The female voice on the other side seemed to be recording something. "You used the information stored in your memory to combine and fabricate the scene of Lu Fenghan reading the news downstairs, right?"

"Yes."

Qi Yan described the scene in his memory. "He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. There was the sound of a cruise plane taking off and landing outside the window. It lasted for nine seconds. The news footage—" No, Qi Yan frowned. "In the news, a military spokesperson was being interviewed by a reporter. However, the date displayed in the lower right corner of the news footage was July 29th."

The fingers grasping the pillow suddenly loosened. Qi Yan's eyes showed some confusion, but he quickly confirmed: "This memory was pieced together by me."

"Qi Yan, it's just a coincidence that you can find clearly marked times in the pictures in your memory." The female voice on the other side sighed softly, "Your memory is beyond most people. It's a kind of talent. It only takes a few seconds for you to engrave a person's appearance in detail in your mind, or you can remember a scene, including the position of light and the number of fallen leaves on the ground. Based on this information, you can It is very easy to construct a memory that has never happened. "

Qi Yan spoke slowly and answered with his eyes closed: "I am familiar with every inch of the structure of the living room downstairs. I am also familiar with Lu Fenghan's appearance, posture, tone of voice and expression. I have also seen Lu Fenghan reading the news."

So, when he himself was unaware, he pieced together the scene of "Lu Fenghan reading the news downstairs", embedded it in his own memory, and thought that this was real.

The sound of a pen being placed on the table came from the opposite side, and the female voice made a judgment: "I originally thought that going to an unfamiliar environment, getting along with unfamiliar people, and touching different things might alleviate your confusion about reality. But now it seems that the relief effect is very limited."

Qi Yan did not speak.

The female voice said softly again: "But it doesn't matter, Qi Yan, we can continue to try other methods, but it will be troublesome for you to work hard to analyze the memory in your head, whether it is false or real."

"Eliza, let's--"

Let's give up.

But Qi Yan couldn't say these five words in the end.

He just nodded in the dim light, his voice slightly hoarse: "Okay, I will try my best."

The communication was hung up, and the blue fluorescence gradually went out.

Qi Yan lay quietly in the dark, with only the sound of his own breathing in his ears. He couldn't help but wonder, would it be... Just now, Lu Fenghan didn't answer his question about today's date, nor did he take him back to the bedroom, and even-the psychological test form he sent out didn't get a reply at all?

He knew Eliza too well, and the information stored in his brain was more than enough for him to fabricate a conversation between him and Eliza.

If everything was fake, and he had fabricated it all.

Then... what was real?

Qi Yan buried his face in the soft pillow, which had completely lost the temperature and breath of Lu Fenghan.

He thought that the two-year contract signed with Lu Fenghan should be real.

Lu Fenghan carried him into the bedroom... should also be real, right?

Because Lu Fenghan had never carried him like this before.

The anomaly that night was like a stone thrown into a deep lake, and it did not cause any impact. Qi Yan still appeared downstairs around ten o'clock every day, reading a book and eating bread.

The only difference is that every time after eating bread, Qi Yan would take out a thumb-sized transparent medicine bottle and swallow the pills mixed with water.

Although he is usually coquettish and picky, he never frowned when taking medicine, as if he was used to it and no longer felt bitter.

Not sure if it was because of the side effects of the medicine, Lu Fenghan found that every time after taking the medicine, Qi Yan would obviously feel a little uncomfortable. For example, he would stop what he was doing and find a place to sit quietly, as if he couldn't concentrate.

Sometimes it was the steps of the stairs, sometimes it was a chair in the study, and the specific location usually depended on where Lu Fenghan was at that time.

Lu Fenghan thought, what kind of minor problem is this? Does Qi Yan need someone to be in his sight during this period of time after taking the medicine?

Seeing the person opposite him eating bread and becoming dazed again, Lu Fenghan leaned back in his chair, legs naturally apart, and asked, "Is the bread delicious?"

Qi Yan came back to his senses and looked at the half-eaten bread in his hand: "It doesn't taste good."

Lu Fenghan didn't quite understand: "It doesn't taste good, so why do you eat it every day?"

"Because it doesn't taste good, it doesn't matter whether it tastes good or not, and it doesn't matter whether you like it or not." Qi Yan stopped chewing, his left cheek slightly bulged, and explained seriously, "My body needs carbohydrates, so I have to eat bread."

Lu Fenghan raised his eyebrows: "Then you have to eat the delivered... A set meal every noon and evening, is it the same reason?"

"Well," Qi Yan agreed with Lu Fenghan's speculation, "It doesn't taste good, and the nutrients are balanced and sufficient."

At this moment, Lu Fenghan was a little regretful.

He thought that Qi Yan ate the same thing over and over again every day because he liked it! As a bodyguard, of course he must have the consciousness of a bodyguard and cannot be picky about the food provided by his employer.

Moreover, apart from the bland taste, there are no other shortcomings of the bread slices and the A set meal.

Oh, and also, expensive.

It is impossible for anyone to eat the same thing without getting tired of it for more than half a month. Lu Fenghan suggested: "Let's give up Set A and eat something else?"

Qi Yan shook his head: "A lot of food out there is unpalatable."

Thinking of how picky Qi Yan was the last time he went out to eat, Lu Fenghan Han twirled his fingers: "Then don't eat from outside, I'll cook it!"

So, with Qi Yan's permission, Lu Fenghan bought a lot of ingredients and semi-finished products. Since there was no housework robot, he put on his newly bought apron, called up the recipe on his personal terminal, and entered the kitchen.

For three days in a row, there was a strange smell coming from the kitchen.

During the meal, Lu Fenghan brought out a dish that looked good, placed it in front of Qi Yan, and even handed him chopsticks, confidently: "Try it?"

Qi Yan followed his instructions and took a piece of food, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it after a long time.

Then he put down his chopsticks silently.

Lu Fenghan did not humiliate himself, but asked if the food tasted good. He poured out all the food unconsciously, and did not forget to comfort Qi Yan: "It's hard for you."

Qi Yan nodded: "Yeah."

It was really hard, he had never eaten such a bad dish.

It was time for dinner again, Qi Yan flipped out the latest paper published by the alliance, and read it from beginning to end in just ten seconds.

The doorbell rang.

Looking in the direction of the kitchen, Qi Yan got up to open the door.

Vincent Feng saw who opened the door, and the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say them smoothly for a while.

After Monger found him and asked him to help solve the problem of his promotion being blocked, he realized something and began to follow this vine to investigate.

He soon discovered that Monger had no other schedule two days before he came to find him.

Except for the celebration banquet of the Qi family.

So, after turning several corners, he stood here.

But I didn't expect that the person who lived with the commander looked so... a little too good-looking.

"Are you looking for Lu Fenghan?"

Before Vincent had the time to introduce himself, Qi Yan revealed his purpose. He nodded readily without denying it, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused in his heart-

why was he so sure that I was looking for someone?

After entering the room, Vincent politely did not look around, but followed Qi Yan a few steps inside.

At this time, a pungent smell of burning came from somewhere, and then a person walked out quickly.

Seeing the person coming, Vincent reflexively stepped on his heels, straightened his back, raised his hand halfway for a military salute, and suddenly stopped in mid-air, which was a bit funny.

At this moment, his former superior, Lu Fenghan, the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force who had accumulated great prestige on the front line of the Southern Cross Region and had massacred hundreds of enemy starships and made the rebels flee at the first sign of trouble, was standing at the door of the kitchen with a gray plaid apron tied around his waist, holding the spatula with the amazing momentum of pressing the launch button of the high-energy particle cannon!