Chapter 9 Prosopagnosia, no tear glands

Yang Fan suddenly squatted down, patted the ground, and said seriously: "Don't shake." Then he staggered towards the mourning hall.

Zhu Qingshan tried to help, but was pushed away by Yang Fan and said: "A man can't just ask for help when he suffers a slight setback. I am a man and I don't want to help anyone."

Zhu Qingshan has seen too many drunk people, but Yang Fan is the funniest one he has ever seen. But seeing Yang Fan leaning against the wall, he said firmly: "I don't support anyone, I support the wall."

Taking this opportunity, Zhu Qingshan asked his doubts, "Do you know who assassinated you and your grandfather?"

Yang Fan suddenly raised his head, leaned against the bamboo wall, and slowly slid down. He sat on the ground with a sad face.

"Two months ago, grandpa rescued a seriously injured martial arts master. His life was hanging by a thread at that time. Grandpa spent a lot of effort to revive him, but he quietly left before he could recover. He

Not long after leaving, another master found the island

He said that the enemy we saved him was his enemy, and he came to kill him without any explanation. Fortunately, the man was not good at martial arts and was sent away by grandpa. This time I happened to go out to collect medicine, and when I came back I saw someone wanted to kill.

My grandpa, I really don’t know what other inside stories he has."

Zhu Qingshan: "Do you know their names? Do you remember their faces?"

"I am just a doctor who is obsessed with medical skills. I dream of becoming a great medical figure like Hua Tuo, Li Shizhen, and Zhong Nanshan. I can eliminate disasters and diseases, and can help the world. I don't yearn for the world, and I don't pay attention to the anecdotes about the world, unless grandpa tells me

Listen to me, or else

I don’t pry. I have never made friends with people in Jianghu. I have always believed that Jianghu is a huge scam. What you know may not be what you know, but what others want you to know. So... I don’t know the killer.

I don’t know their names, nor their nicknames.

Zhu Qingshan didn't know who Hua Tuo, Li Shizhen, and Zhong Nanshan were. Maybe they were the ancient doctors written in that ancient medical book. But he was confused about the sentence "The world is a huge scam. What you know may not be what you know."

It’s what others want you to know.” I was very touched.

He couldn't help but think of the place where he was born and raised. It was so treacherous and changeable, full of intrigues and intrigues.

Qinglian couldn't help but ask: "Then do you remember the appearance of the murderer?"

Yang Fan smiled sadly: "Actually, I am sick, a terminal disease that I have since I was born."

See, the words a drunk person speaks can make people dizzy.

"I have amnesia, also known as face blindness. I don't know if it's because I've seen too many corpses. I can't distinguish faces. I saw you today, and I might not be able to tell them apart on the street.

That one is you."

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help but be surprised that such a disease could exist in this world? No wonder Yang Fan had a strange look in his eyes when he looked at Yuan Wang. No wonder he touched the bag without looking at the face when asked to examine the body.

Qinglian joked: "Then your kid and grandpa go to the market, wouldn't you lead the wrong grandpa?"

Yang Fan chuckled and said, "You think I'm stupid? My eyes can't tell the difference between faces, but I can tell them based on their temperament, expression, and voice."

Qinglian then asked: "Then if we meet again in a strange place, will you still recognize me?"

Yang Fan looked at Qinglian seriously and said uncertainly: "It should...can be done!"

Qinglian: "It should be possible?"

Yang Fan said: "If I see you in the ten miles and eight townships of Yaokou Town and a hundred miles away, I will definitely recognize you."

"Why?"

Yang Fan: "Because there is no one with a prettier face than yours within a hundred miles."

Qinglian: "Slick tongue."

Yang Fan: "There is another way so that I can recognize you wherever I go."

"What can I do?"

Yang Fan: "Let me smell your body fragrance."

Qinglian couldn't help but blush and cursed: "You don't have any words to cover up, and your tone is slippery."

Zhu Qingshan couldn't help but ask: "Then can you recognize me in a strange place?"

Yang Fan said categorically: "Yes."

Qinglian joked: "Why, my young master's face is one of a kind?"

Yang Fan said: "You are the only one with a face as beautiful as mine."

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian couldn't help laughing, and Yang Fan also laughed with them.

We are not afraid that the person who flatters us is educated and skilled, but we are afraid that the person who flatters us has an honest face and speaks with dignity.

Zhu Qingshan smiled and said: "The most irrefutable compliment is the kind of drunken talk that comes with your own words." Seeing Yang Fan's smile gradually weakening and looking towards the mourning hall from time to time, Zhu Qingshan consoled him: "I want to cry.

Just cry, why bother holding it in?"

Yang Fan suddenly sang loudly: "It's not a sin for a man to cry. Taste the tears of long separation." Then he said with a bitter face: "I have happiness, smiles, pain, and sadness, but I have no tears.

.I can’t remember other people’s faces, and I can’t vent my own sadness. Some people always think that there will be no pain if you turn off the tears, but I can tell you with certainty that people without tears are the most painful. Because you can’t vent it, you can’t hold it back.

You will vomit blood in the end."

Zhu Qingshan and Qinglian then remembered what was going on with the red spots next to the kneeling seal.

Zhu Qingshan patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said lightly: "Since you don't know who the enemy is and can't remember what he looks like, then forget these experiences."

Yang Fan shouted: "I don't, I can remember the details. I know there is a scar on the killer's face, and I know he has a tattoo that looks like a wolf and a dog on his arm."

After finishing speaking, he lay down on the ground, murmured softly, and fell asleep.

"I want revenge! I want to avenge my grandfather! Revenge..."
Chapter completed!