Jiang Teng carried Christine back to the hotel, put her on the bed, and looked at her face quietly. This is what he imagined Ranran would look like when he grows up. This is his Ranran.
?
He was a little confused. One was a girl who looked the same as Ranran, and the other was a girl with Ranran's memory. Which one was Ranran?
His heart was leaning toward Eleven. Before that, he was sure that Eleven was Ranran, but the sudden appearance of Christine made him start to doubt himself again.
"Brother Ateng..." Christine, who was sleeping, didn't know what she was dreaming about. She didn't sleep very peacefully. She frowned tightly and murmured in her mouth.
Jiang Teng leaned over and listened, and when he heard "Brother A Teng", his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly, and some memories seemed to have opened the floodgates and surged in.
"Brother A Teng, brother A Teng..." The fragile and helpless "Brother A Teng" murmured from her mouth. Each sound was like a knife cutting into Jiang Teng's heart, making him incomparable.
torment.
Who is Ranran?
His eyes slowly moved from her face to her hair. After a moment, he had an idea in his mind. He slowly reached out his hand and planned to pull out a few hairs and mail them back to China, and also compare them with Dean Wen's DNA sample.
Zizzi... Zizzi... As soon as his hand touched Christine's hair, Jiang Teng's cell phone in his pocket vibrated. He subconsciously retracted his hand, took out his phone and looked at the caller ID, and then
I got up and went to the bathroom and answered the phone.
"Hey, big brother."
The call was from Jiang Chao.
Jiang Chao's voice was slightly gloomy: "There is bad news. Dean Wen's files are missing."
"Gone?"
Jiang Teng was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what he meant, and his expression turned cold: "Who took it away?"
"Still checking."
Jiang Chao gave him a vaccination: "But don't hold out much hope. The institute doesn't even know when the files were lost, let alone let them check them. They have no way of checking them."
Jiang Teng leaned on the sink, holding his cell phone in one hand and resting on the edge of the counter with the other. He could still see the toothbrush and towel used by Eleven from the corner of his eye, and his heart became even more confused.
"Brother."
After a moment of silence, Jiang Teng spoke again: "I saw a girl who looks exactly like Ranran."
Jiang Chao was surprised and then asked: "Is that Wen Lingran?"
"I'm not sure."
Jiang Teng took a deep breath and said: "Like Eleven, she doesn't seem to remember the past, and she appeared as Everlo's assistant."
Jiang Chao was the supreme commander of this mission, and Jiang Teng would report the progress of the mission to him every day, so he naturally knew who Afro was, and he began to think deeply after hearing this.
Afro is a person Hua Yueguo met in Athens, and he is also the person most likely to help Hua Yueguo hide his whereabouts. He is suspected to be a member of Athena and has an unknown close relationship with Athena.
Then is his assistant also from Athena?
If so, then the girl who looks exactly like Wen Lingran is most likely Wen Lingran.
Jiang Chao told Jiang Teng his analysis.
Jiang Teng had naturally thought about this for a long time, but there was always a voice deep in his heart reminding him not to be fooled by appearances, and there was always a voice telling him that Eleven was Ranran.
His reason and emotion formed two villains of different teams. One made him believe what he saw with his eyes, and the other made him stick to his heart. He wavered between the two villains.
"No matter who is Wen Lingran, you have to be careful and don't trust others easily."
Jiang Chao couldn't do much to help him, he could only remind him tactfully not to trust others easily.
Jiang Teng nodded: "Tell me if you have any news about the lost files."
Jiang Chao said hello, and the two brothers ended the call.
Jiang Teng did not rush out, but stayed alone in the bathroom, thinking about something.
After a long time, he turned around and put away all traces of Eleven's life in the bathroom, as well as the silver disguise tool lockbox.
After coming out of the bathroom, he put Eleven's suitcase into the closet, hiding all traces of Eleven in the room.
Then I made a call to the front desk and asked the front desk to open another room.
After doing this, he walked back to the bed and sat down again, guarding Christine who was still sleeping.
This guarding lasted for several hours. When Christine opened her eyes again, it was already afternoon. Her head hurt. She held her head and looked at Jiang Teng, her eyes were unfamiliar yet familiar.
"who are you?"
Her voice was also timid.
"Don't you remember at all?
Have you never dreamed of me in your dreams?"
Jiang Teng's tone was low, like a wounded elk.
Christine showed an unbearable look, bit her lip, and said in a low voice: "I had a long, long dream. There were many, many people in the dream, but their faces were all blurry. I always
I can't remember, the teacher said I lost part of my memory, are you... my previous memory?"
"yes."
Jiang Teng said: "I have been looking for you for sixteen years, Ranran."
"Ranran?"
Kristine tried to remember: "It's such a familiar name. Is it my previous name?"
"Well, that's your name. Your name is Wen Lingran."
Jiang Teng said.
Christine raised her head, her eyes timid and shy: "Then you are... who am I?"
Who does he think Wen Lingran is?
Boy friend?
Not really, sixteen years ago Ranran was a ten-year-old girl, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. He originally wanted to wait for her to grow up, but he had to wait for sixteen years without any name or distinction.
He is not her family member or her guardian. If you think about it carefully, there is really no definite relationship between him and her that would allow him to clearly answer her who she is.
"fiancé."
After pausing for a few seconds, Jiang Teng answered her question: "I am your fiancé. We have been engaged since childhood. You were abducted by human traffickers when you were ten years old. I have been looking for you for sixteen years."
In order to gain trust, he could only say this first.
Kristine was obviously shocked: "Wei, fiancé?
Me, why don’t I remember anything?”
"Wait me a moment."
Jiang Teng got up and went to the bathroom again, and came out after a while. When he came out again, he had torn off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his original appearance.
An authentic oriental face, handsome, tough, wheat-colored skin, healthy and resolute.
Kristine took a breath and stared at Jiang Teng's face without blinking. A mist of water slowly appeared in her eyes, as if she knew this face, but she didn't.
Beep! Just at this moment, the sound of swiping a card sounded outside the door. After hearing two beeps, the door was pushed open.
The person who came in was Eleven, and she regretted it as soon as she stepped into the room.
She didn't know that Jiang Teng took Wen Lingran back to the hotel. She walked aimlessly on the street alone for several hours and returned to the hotel because she had nowhere to go.
If I had known earlier, she wouldn't have come back.
"Feel sorry."
She lowered her eyes slightly, not wanting to look at the face on the bed, and turned around to go out.