Jiang Jiayao looked at the person kneeling on the ground and stepped directly onto the person's face with his shiny black leather shoes.
His eyes held barely concealed murderous intent as he looked at the man on the ground as if he were a dog. "After investigating for so long, you haven't found a single clue?"
The man's voice was distorted as soon as he spoke because the leather shoe was hitting his face.
"You've been in contact with quite a few people lately... We're stepping up our investigation..."
He pressed down slightly with his foot. "Before the announcement is issued, I need to know where this thing went. Otherwise, you know the consequences."
"Yes...yes..."
The man's cheekbone was scratched and bleeding from the sharp edge of the shoe, and the shoe print was faintly visible through the red and swollen areas on his face.
He stood up, hunched over, and walked out of the private room.
The door closed, and I heard a bang from inside. If I had been a second later, the glass wouldn't have hit the door, but the back of my head.
Before leaving, he casually straightened his slightly disheveled collar.
Despite his anger, Jiang Jiayao finally showed a hint of panic on his face.
The higher-ups had just warned me not to cause too much trouble, and then this huge mishap happened.
If he becomes a pawn to be discarded, he's truly finished.
Now all I can do is pray that what's inside doesn't get out.
He kicked the glass coffee table in front of him, but as sturdy as it was, unlike the glass that had been smashed, it made no other sound.
The experiment was scheduled for Monday, and Song Xingyao didn't dare to slack off, so she came over early.
But unexpectedly, there were others who came even earlier than her.
An Ye arrived at the research institute almost as soon as it opened. He figured he had an experiment to do today, and since he couldn't rest in his dorm anyway, he decided to come early.
When Song Xingyao saw that she had arrived, she called out, "Please sit down and rest for a while. I'll go and get ready."
"Okay." Her voice was soft, and if you didn't listen carefully, it would quickly fade away.
In fact, apart from a testing instrument and a bed, the laboratory was almost empty.
To maximize focus, there were no other furnishings in the room that could interfere with hypnosis.
Song Xingyao finished attaching the protective films and, as usual, checked them before starting.
"An Ye, are you sure you want to participate in this experiment? This experiment is divided into two parts. The first part is to erase memories through hypnosis, and the second part is to restore memories. During this process, you may experience a second wave of painful memories."
An Ye closed his eyes on the bed, thinking that even if it was only for two or three days, he could forget the pain of that time and sleep peacefully for a day.
She nodded.
Song Xingyao looked at her and confirmed the precautions with her one by one before finally starting the experiment.
A thin, bright beaded chain flashed past my eyes.
An Ye felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier... and then he lost consciousness.
She had a very long dream. She dreamt that her mother came to the school and said she was going back to her hometown. She told her and her sister to take good care of themselves. Not long after the car drove away, there was a lot of noise from ambulances, fire trucks, police cars and other vehicles.
Seeing her frown and cold sweat on her forehead, Song Xingyao interrupted her.
An Ye's trembling stopped.
A few words of babbling escaped from his lips.
Only after Song Xingyao saw that the data had stabilized did she begin to formally inquire about the story hidden in those few words.
Everything went smoothly. Song Xingyao kept asking questions and taking notes, observing the patient's condition.
Until Jiang Jiayao's name appeared.
An Ye's brainwave data began to become erratic again, approaching the red zone value.
Upon hearing the name, Song Xingyao's expression changed slightly, but she continued to output the question steadily.
Time ticked by, and the experiment ended with Song Xingyao's final words, "One, two, three..."
He put the splint aside and gently tore off the electrode.
An Ye was sleeping so soundly that Song Xingyao couldn't bear to wake her.
Song Xingyao was surprised by what she had heard during the experiment, and her heart was pounding.
Looking at those shattered memories, Song Xingyao turned to look at her and said, "Go to sleep."
I took the splints outside, sat down in my seat, and quickly organized the notes I had just jotted down.
"Lolo, the experimental data has already been transferred to the lab computer. Once you've decomposed the images, send them to me."
My finger hovered over the phrase "Jiang Jiayao killed a girl," which was almost on the verge of being mentioned.
Song Xingyao hesitated.
Strictly speaking, this is not something that should be recorded in the experiment.
Because she wanted to erase the memory of selling herself to a middle-aged man, not this.
However, Song Xingyao did not know that the middle-aged man was Jiang Jiayao before the experiment, nor did she know that An Ye would see the news of Jiang Jiayao's murder after this incident.
I'm reminded of that car accident a while ago.
If Jiang Jiayao finds out that An Ye knows about this, who knows what he might do.
When Lolo brought over the experimental data, she asked, pointing towards the lab, "That girl is still asleep? Should I go wake her?"
Song Xingyao: "No need, let her rest for a while. I still have questions to ask her when she wakes up."
"good."
Seeing Song Xingyao's somber expression, Luo Luo asked, "Is there a problem with the data?"
"Oh, no, you can go out now."
Not long after, they heard some noise coming from the laboratory.
Song Xingyao walked in. "You're awake? How are you feeling?"
An Ye felt like he had slept for a long time, so he shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
Song Xingyao smiled and said, "I saw you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't wake you. Are you feeling unwell?"
An Ye: "No, may I... leave now?"
It seems to have worked well; those muddled memories have been covered with a layer of cloth, and some of the bitterness on her face has been washed away.
"May I leave now?"
Song Xingyao turned to the side. "Of course, you'll have to come back in a couple of days. The experiment won't be over until the next phase is finished."
Seeing that she nodded, Song Xingyao handed her a business card. "This is my contact information. If you feel unwell, please be sure to contact me."
Nodding and thanking him, An Ye left.
Song Xingyao stared at the documents on the table for a moment, then made a phone call.
Please do not hang up, the number you dialed is currently busy...
However, the call was answered before the ringing had even finished.
"Yaoyao? What's wrong?"
Fu Siming saw Song Xingyao's call and quickly ended Ang's call.
"Are you free? I need to talk to you."
His overly formal tone made Fu Siming appear somewhat serious.
"I'm here. Shall I come pick you up?"
"No need, I'll go straight there. Are you in Tiansheng?"
"Yes, I'll come pick you up." The tone left no room for argument.
This was the first time Fu Siming had heard her speak in such a tone, and he thought that she must have something important to say and was worried about her coming alone.
The research institute and Tiansheng were not far apart to begin with; it only took Fu Siming about 10 minutes to drive there.
It was very hot, so Fu Siming didn't call Song Xingyao down; he went up himself.
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