Li Jun pondered for a moment and said, "It's very possible that the dream you had before was true. The ghosts have tampered with your memory."
Wang Zhenxie was dejected, still unwilling to believe that his memory was obviously true, so how could it be false?
Although he doesn't like the profession of being a writer, his past experiences are still vivid and imprinted in the depths of his mind. How could it be a false memory?
At this moment, Wang Zhenxie's face turned pale, and the hand holding the coffee was shaking violently: "Impossible, impossible, I must still be dreaming, so hurry up and wake yourself up."
Before he finished speaking, Wang Zhenxie pinched his thigh hard: "Fuck, it hurts."
"It's not a dream, then it must be my hallucination. I must have been too hard writing articles recently, and the trip to cook fish in Haizi Lake has damaged my physical strength. I have to sleep."
Wang Zhenxie actually started to lie down on the table. As soon as he lay down, he suddenly shouted: "Something's wrong, why don't I have the memory of my last trip to cook fish?"
"This big brother."
Wang Zhenxie said with a sad face: "I heard that modern people's health is getting worse and worse, and various chronic diseases are getting worse. Will Alzheimer's disease also start earlier?"
Li Jun calmly said: "You can try calling your relatives to confirm."
After all, humans are social animals that live in groups. It is easy to find loopholes by combining your own memory and comparing it with relatives and friends around you.
"Hey~"
Wang Zhenxie sighed: "I believe what you say, brother. If you can discover my problem, you must have a way to restore my memory, right?"
Li Jun shook his head and said: "No, I don't have such means at the moment... Do you mind letting me check my body?"
It would be great if Gouda is here, Gouda's unicorn blood can restore memory.
Wang Zhenxie nodded: "Okay."
"Let's go and have a look at your house first."
Li Jun picked up the coffee, drank it all in one gulp, and walked out of the coffee shop with his backpack. Just as Wang Zhenxie was about to follow him, a waiter next to him came up and said politely: "Sir, the coffee has not been paid for yet."
Wang Zhenxie wailed: "No way, such a master can't even bear a cup of coffee?"
Although he felt a little pained, Wang Zhenxie scanned the payment code honestly, and then walked out of the coffee shop and found Li Jun already waiting at the door.
"Have you driven?"
Li Jun asked.
Wang Zhenxie's face turned red with embarrassment: "I'll take a taxi and take you there."
These days, private cars have become commonplace. If he didn't have a car at his age, he would be classified as a poor and lower-middle peasant.
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"This is my home." Wang Zhenxie opened the door, his face burning red, and he was a little embarrassed to invite Li Jun in.
Li Jun jumped over the dozens of pairs littered at the gate, and when he entered, he saw that everything was littered with rubbish, and there were instant noodle buckets piled in the corner with leftover soup.
"Sorry, the house is not tidy." Wang Zhenxie hurriedly gathered the underwear on the dining table and the smelly socks on the sofa, and threw them into the big basin in the bathroom.
Li Jun glanced around and visually inspected at least dozens of pairs of underwear, and there were piles of smelly socks.
"Is this the world of an otaku?" Li Jun smiled and walked in by himself, looking around and seeing nothing outside.
"Haha." Wang Zhenxie smiled awkwardly.
"What is this?" Li Jun suddenly opened a drawer and pointed at a pile of broken wood and asked Wang Zhenxie.
"This... sandalwood?" Wang Zhenxie racked his brains and finally remembered his previous dream, in which he escaped with a piece of old sandalwood.
Li Jun picked up a piece of sandalwood and smelled it: "Taobao product, I guess you bought it for protection after experiencing a supernatural event. Unfortunately, this has no effect."
"ah???"
Wang Zhenxie was in a daze holding his Taobao sandalwood. He believed in Li Jun more and more now.
"Fuck, it smells so bad." A curse came from Li Jun's backpack, and then He San came out, covering his nose and said: "My lord, what does it smell like? It can't be a biochemical weapon, right?"
"This, this, this, what is this?"
Wang Zhenxie screamed in surprise.
"My subordinates." Li Jun said casually.
He San glanced at Wang Zhenxie with disdain, his tail raised: "You are so brave, but you still have the nerve to be a corpse hunter, how come you weren't scared to death before?"
Li Jun walked around the house and found nothing unusual. Looking around, it was just a doghouse for an ordinary homebody.
"He San, it's up to you."
"As you command, Lord."
He San jumped off Li Jun's backpack, quickly searched around the room, shook his head, and then he approached Wang Zhenxie and smelled it, and asked in surprise: "What is in your head?"
"What?" Wang Zhenxie didn't understand.
He felt confused. He San looked too scary. Do you know that I have a phobia of cold-blooded animals?
"Phobia of cold-blooded animals. Why aren't you frightened when you pick up the corpse? The corpse is not cold-blooded. I doubt your professionalism. Did you get there based on your background?"
He San jumped up angrily, with his paws on his hips, like a shrew cursing in the street.
Wang Zhenxie's face turned pale instantly.
"You, you, you, can you peek into my mind?" Wang Zhenxie wanted to die when he thought that this strange snake could peek into my mind. Although he didn't have a girlfriend, his mind was very active.
At this moment, Li Jun also stared at He San in surprise. He had never known that He San had such an ability. In his memory, Mrs. Hou was the only one who had the special skill of reading other people's thoughts.
He San spat at Wang Zhenxie: "Bah, you are full of sperm, I don't want to read it. Damn it, I looked at it for a long time and there was no useful information at all. It was all yellow and astringent. I vomited."
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He San pretended to be a gentleman.
"He San, can you read minds?" Li Jun was confused.
"No, Lord, there is something in this brat's brain, which is equivalent to a player, constantly playing his thoughts."
"player?"
Li Jun's heart skipped a beat.
"My lord, don't worry, I can only read his thoughts if you are very close to him." He San wagged his tail and said flatteringly.
Li Jun thought for a moment and said, "Take it out first and have a look."
"As commanded."
He San smiled ferociously and swam towards Wang Zhenxie: "Don't be afraid, brat. Your Grandpa He has a very light hand and will definitely break open your head gently, hehehehe."
"No, I don't want to open my head, help me!" Wang Zhenxie covered his head and almost knelt down.
Damn, it's too scary, isn't it?
Can a person survive if his head is broken open?
What kind of monster is this strange snake?
"Don't worry, you won't die. You won't leave any sequelae, such as Parkinson's disease, Alzheimer's disease, memory loss, etc. Also... I am a dragon, not a strange snake." He San obviously read his thoughts again.
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Li Jun stopped He San and showed a friendly smile: "Don't be afraid, He San has no malicious intentions. It just helps you take out the monster. You can relax."
"Breathe deeply, breathe deeply."
Wang Zhenxie cried.
"Brother and grandpa, this is my head, not a watermelon."