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I immediately understood, the person who brought the Prefectural Elder to this damned place was the Mr. Zhao.

I suddenly started to believe in fate. Our fates were linked together, so no matter which direction we walked in, Nagzul would always meet us by mistake.

Director Wang looked at me curiously. "Comrade Xiao Hu, what's with this expression? Are you crying or laughing?"

I said, "I don't know. Director Wang, tell me, do you still remember what happened in Mr. Zhao? "

Director Wang scratched his head: "Mr. Zhao? This kid is now a teacher? "

He thought for a long time with his eyes closed, like a monk in meditation, and I waited patiently. Finally, Director Wang opened his eyes.

I uneasily asked, "What's the matter?" Do you remember the life of Mr. Zhao? "

Director Wang shook his head. "I forgot.

I sighed.

Director Wang felt a bit embarrassed to see me so disappointed. And then he said, "Why don't I think about it? "This time around, it might be a little long. If you're bored, you can read."

He took a book from the shelf and gave it to me. When I opened it, it was full of white paper.

Director Wang wanted to think about it again, but I stopped him and said, "Forget it, you won't be able to remember. Your memories have been taken away, there's no use thinking about it. "

Director Wang was startled for a moment, then knocked his head and said: "Really? I said, "Why do I have to live in confusion all day long? There are many things that don't match up. It turns out that my memories have been taken away from me."

I looked at Director Wang with some sympathy, wanting to comfort him, but Director Wang quickly became happy again. Anyway, I'm still alive. I will have new memories. "

I nodded. "This person's attitude isn't bad. He's quite optimistic."

Director Wang smiled at me: "Comrade Xiao Hu, you don't have to be too disappointed. Regarding the Mr. Zhao, I can't really remember what he did. But I remember him. He was a nice young man. "Kind, kind, and motivated …"

I was a little dumbfounded. "Kind? A kind heart? Did he have the drive? ~ Is this Mr. Zhao? Why do I feel that something is amiss? "

I asked Director Wang: "Are you sure you didn't remember the wrong person?"

Director Wang said with certainty: "I'm not wrong."

"You've lost all your memories, are your words accurate?"

Director Wang said with a little injured tone, "It's because I lost my memory that my words were accurate."

He raised the white paper in his hand, pointed to the three big words on it and said: "Look, these three words: Hu Chujiu."

On such a big piece of white paper, there were only these three words. Was it obvious at a glance? I won't mispronounce it. If I add a little bit of Zhang Wang and Li Zhao to it, I will easily forget about it.

I could only nod my head, but I don't understand now. Is the Mr. Zhao that I know the same as the one that I know?

I suddenly thought of something and asked Director Wang, "Do you know how to draw? Can you draw the appearance of the Mr. Zhao? "

Director Wang shook the white paper and said, "Isn't there a picture here? "Why do you want me to draw it?"

I said, "I can't see it."

Director Wang scratched his head: "How about this, I will draw the picture for you."

I nodded and said, "That would be great. You can complete the drawing."

Director Wang found a pen and started writing on the white paper. Of course, the process seems to me to be painting.

The Director Wang took a long time and his brush strokes were meticulous. I stretched my neck as I waited at the side. About fifteen minutes later, I realized it was a trademark.

I called after him. "What are you drawing?"

Director Wang raised his head, adjusted his glasses and said: "I'm drawing a picture."

I said, "Isn't that the same person in the picture? But why did you draw a trademark? What is this? "

Director Wang said, "Oh, that. At that time when the photos were taken, Mr. Zhao was drinking a drink. If you look at it now, it's a trademark, but it's not. I'll draw it up later. "

I felt like I was going crazy. I said to Director Wang: "Did you not see a living person for a long time? If I asked you to draw a picture of the Mr. Zhao, what drink bottle would you draw? What brand? "

Director Wang said in an aggrieved tone: "Didn't you say it? Let me draw it completely. "

I said, "Try to sort out the priorities. Draw your face first and let me see if it's him. "

Director Wang agreed, then he started to draw on that face again.

Before long, the outline appeared, followed by the nose, then the eyes … At this time, I had already confirmed that this person was Mr. Zhao. and it was a young version of the Mr. Zhao.

I sat on the sofa and let the Director Wang continue drawing. I started to think about something: "Could it be that I really have to retrieve the Mr. Zhao's memories? But this Wang fellow had forgotten everything. And … Is there any treasure in this damn place? Could it be the treasure that is Director Wang? "

"I will have to ask the Director Wang later to see if there are any treasures here. Although this man looked clumsy on the surface, he was actually quite shrewd. What if he lied to me? What if he didn't want to tell the truth? What if I had to turn a brick into a treasure and take it with me? If Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin knew about it, wouldn't they be overlaughing? "

"Sigh. Speaking of Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin, I have not been out for such a long time, I wonder if they would be worried. "

I took out my phone and checked. There was still no signal. But I soon knew one thing. They won't worry. At least Mr. Zhao would not worry, he was famous for being heartless.

"Hmm …" Little Tang Wei should be worried, right?

Just as I thought about it, the Director Wang raised his head and said to me, "Comrade Little Hu, I've finished drawing. Come over and take a look."

I agreed and walked over to Director Wang's desk. It was also a very detailed picture. After all, it was drawn according to the picture. Even if it was just a normal black line, it could still reveal a lot of information.

I saw this picture in the background of a street. The street was not busy, but neither was it poor. It seemed like they were inside a small city. The city's economy was about the same as the Cypress City's.

However, Cypress City did not have such streets. I have been in the Cypress City for a long time, so I am already very familiar with it.

The Mr. Zhao in the picture was very young, around twenty years old. He was wearing a shirt and jeans, and was not too different from the young people in the city.

If he had to find a difference, it would be that he had a kind of charm to him. This was a type of transcendent feeling. It was contained within the body, but it revealed a little bit of unusualness through the eyes. As I looked at the picture, I had a vague feeling that he was a little above the world.

I remembered the beauty's words: "Your second uncle was pretty good-looking when he was young, barely matching me."

I couldn't help but sigh as I thought to myself, "Looks like that beauty wasn't exaggerating."

Director Wang at the side looked at me with curiosity: "Comrade Xiao Hu, what kind of expression is that? Are you envious or just jealous? "

I waved my hand. "Go and look at your documents."

As expected, Director Wang was sitting behind his desk and looked at the pile of white paper seriously. I am a little suspicious now, he is not alone for too long time, the spirit is out of order, how can there be words on the white paper?

Hm? Do ghosts have mental illness?

I shook my head and focused on the photo. The Mr. Zhao on top had a bottle of cola in his left hand and a pancake in his right.

Then I saw a knife hilt sticking out of his back. I gestured. If the handle is that long, it should be a big knife.

To be able to carry such a saber across the market, did no one care? Or had someone turned on the green light for him? I looked at the Director Wang. He was frowning as he looked at a piece of white paper. I think this order came from the Director Wang.

I was about to put the picture down when I noticed another acquaintance.

Mr. Zhao stood on the street, and there were a lot of people coming and going. To his left, there was a small stall. The stall owner sold tofu brains.

The tofu boss held a bowl in his hands as he looked at Mr. Zhao, who was eating pancakes with a bitter face, as if he was an abandoned wife.

I squinted as I looked more closely. The more I looked at him, the more he looked like the Dou Jiang antrum boss that we rescued from the rainy market.

A buzz sounded in my head: "That's right, it must be him. Didn't antrum boss say that? When he was alive, he sold tofu brains. "

"Yes, yes. In the rain market, he had said that he felt that the Mr. Zhao was very friendly and that they might get to know each other when they were still alive. It seems like he's not lying, the two of them really do know each other. "

I spun around in excitement. However, the Director Wang came to interrupt my train of thoughts. "Comrade Xiao Hu, what action is this? Do you need to pee? "

I waved my hand. "Scram."

My mind was working very quickly. "Dou Jiang knows the Mr. Zhao. Then, the place that Dou Jiang lived in, was the place that the Mr. Zhao lived in? Looking at the Mr. Zhao's attitude, he does not seem to be here to travel. That's right, he settled here, if not, he would not be so familiar with Dou Jiang. "

I waved the photo in my hand and asked the Director Wang: "Where is this?"

Director Wang was stunned: Here? Isn't this under a well? You came from above, didn't you know? "

I stamped my foot. "No, I'm asking where in this picture?" In which city? "

Director Wang shook his head: "I forgot."

I jumped. "You can forget that?"

I patiently said to Director Wang, "When you were alive, which district's Prefectural Commander was you from? What city's book? Do you remember that? I estimate that the location of this picture is the same as the one where you work. "

Director Wang clapped his hands, "That's right, that's right. That makes sense. "

But he was just excited for a second, and then he said to me with a frown, "Well … I forgot. "