Zhao Xiaoyue was no longer worried. Didn't the doctor say that the current was at a normal wattage? That meant he was indeed dead at the time.
As for her coming back to life... if she can come back, what's so strange about her coming back to the comic convention?
Why doesn't he recognize me? I guess his head injury was too severe and he needs to recover.
Hou Taotao tactfully pulled over a chair, gesturing for Zhang Xiaomeng to come out with him.
Zhao Xiaoyue's gaze never left the comic convention. "I'm sorry, I should have picked you up earlier."
Her opening apology caught the entire comic convention off guard: "Your real name is Zhao Xiaoyue?"
"Yes, it's the real deal, no doubt about it. My name is Zhao Xiaoyue, do you remember?"
The anime convention attendee was still bewildered, saying, "I don't know."
"Is it because you don't know me, or something else?"
"I don't know anything else... To be precise, I don't know what happened. It's like I came out of a dungeon, but it's not quite like I came out. My mind is a mess right now."
The frown at the comic convention gave off the illusion of a beautiful woman on the verge of tears. Zhao Xiaoyue comforted her, "Don't think about it anymore. Anyway, you're safe now, I promise."
The anime convention was even more perplexing.
Zhao Xiaoyue calmed herself down slightly. "Your name is Al Leonardo Mann. You're from a small town in Spain. Your father was a gambler who died while being chased by debt collectors. Your mother remarried, and you entered a convent at the age of six. At ten, you were sold into a shady casino and worked as a waiter..."
The person at the comic convention stared in horror at the calmly seated person next to them, and in shock, blurted out in Spanish, "How did you know?"
Haha, of course you told me.
Zhao Xiaoyue continued to bombard you with information, "Your most private secret is that you're allergic to women. You're twenty this year, and your first boyfriend dumped you when you were eighteen!"
"You even know that!" Her voice changed completely!
Zhao Xiaoyue was still exploding, “The most embarrassing thing before I turned twenty was being dumped and crying my heart out, and Mr. Yi from the casino just threw me into the cold storage and froze me for a day.”
The comic convention gave him goosebumps and made his hair stand on end; only he and Mr. Yi knew about these things.
Zhao Xiaoyue suppressed her tears again, "You are now called Comic Con, a name you chose yourself. Your wish is to live the life you like, but in reality you have to play all sorts of different roles."
Zhao Xiaoyue smiled as she looked at the dumbfounded person on the bed, "So you're called Comic Con, and..."
"Stop, stop, stop..." The comic convention was so frightened that it quickly called for a halt.
Zhao Xiaoyue relaxed her back. "Was it because when you woke up in the dungeon, many of your memories were jumbled together?"
Then, without saying a word, he said, "Don't you feel like you have a lot of money?"
At first, Zhao Xiaoyue didn't pay attention to the arrogant person who asked "How much?", but now she realizes that there was something wrong with that statement.
There's hardly any money at a casino's anime convention; you're lucky if you can even get enough to eat. Only in my past life did I experience anime conventions, where I was a miser and a "perverted" playboy.
She changes boyfriends faster than Zhao Xiaoyue throws away trash!
"Yes, I remember I had lots and lots of money!" the person at the comic convention asked skeptically.
He glanced at Zhao Xiaoyue uncertainly again.
The answer I got was, "You have no money right now!"
A few words caused an uproar at the comic convention: "Impossible! Give me my computer!"
He can lose everything else, but he can't lose his money.
Zhao Xiaoyue had known this would happen, so she had someone bring the computer over.
She took the laptop from the bodyguard outside, went into the ward, and handed it to the comic convention worker, saying, "Take your time investigating!"
The comic convention worker frowned slightly, looking at the item handed to him with a puzzled expression. "Oh, Mr. Zhao, when did you bring out your computer and Grandma's computer?"
A casual, teasing remark left them both stunned. Their gazes shifted upwards, meeting Zhao Xiaoyue's tearful eyes. "Now do you feel like we're very familiar with each other?"
Plop, Zhao Xiaoyue's tears finally fell.
The anime convention worker panicked and yelled, "Zhao Xiaoyue, are you out of your mind? I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?"
Subconsciously, I'm most afraid of Zhao Xiaoyue crying at comic conventions.
Alright, having successfully forced back her tears, Zhao Xiaoyue instantly turned fierce, "You damn electric man, if you yell at me again, believe me, I'll stew you!"
Although it was a threat, for some reason, a warm feeling suddenly welled up in the anime convention attendee's heart. It was even stronger than the electric shock he felt in the dungeon.
In the anime convention, the same scene as Zhao Xiaoyue played in my mind.
"Zhao Xiaoyue, where the hell have you been? You're the company boss, I'm just a manager!"
The person on the other end of the phone said humbly, "Thank you for your hard work at the anime convention. After I get back, you can have a long, long vacation!"
"Get back here now!" The voice at the comic convention cracked.
"You damn electric man, if you yell at me again, believe me, I'll cook you in a pressure cooker!"
"Heh, you surnamed Zhao, why don't you come back and stew me? We're hundreds of thousands of miles apart, what kind of sorcery are you using to stew me?"
The man at the comic convention sat in his luxurious executive chair, legs crossed, fiddling with his brooch—very arrogant!
The person on the other end of the phone was furious, yelling, "You, you just wait!"
"You think you're waiting for me to master your demonic arts? Don't you know that becoming a spirit is forbidden here? Be careful, you might get stewed before you even become a spirit!"
The comic convention attendee in the hospital bed, of all people, asked, "Has the sorcery been mastered?"
Zhao Xiaoyue rolled her eyes. "Let alone our eldest brother, aren't you the same as our second brother?"
The fact that someone has been reborn is practically the same as becoming a spirit, isn't it? The difference is that one has memories, while the other has a jumbled mix of memories.
She sat down, pursed her lips, and asked, "Do you remember now?"
“No,” the anime convention attendee looked up. “I only remember that there was such a person, just like my sister, and everything before I went into the dungeon was a blur. I don’t know anything else.”
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