Chapter 8, He is the devil

However, all of this is merely self-inflicted suffering on his part. Why get entangled in these matters? As long as he sends Zhong Li Jin away, it does not matter whether she is genuine or if she is being used to scheme against him; all issues become non-issues. If others have dug a trap, he can simply avoid it. Why should he hesitate over whether to step into it?

Zhong Li Jin was in a very good mood, and even the uncomfortable clothes she wore felt less bothersome. She smiled brightly and beautifully. Upon seeing Shang Hanzhi standing in front of the elevator waiting for her, she noticed his tall and slender figure standing straight and quietly there, which made it hard for her to look away. Her mood improved even more as she quickly walked over and ran to him, not saying a word, just grinning at him.

The first scenario is that Zhongli Jin is lying, and everything is self-directed and self-performed

Look, she is so fond of seeing this person. Since their first meeting yesterday, she has felt a fluttering sensation. She is not a fool; this feeling is called affection. The person she was before her amnesia must have liked him very much, otherwise, how could it affect her after losing her memory? She just doesn't know if her previous self had pursued him, but it doesn't matter; she can start from now.

No. He immediately found a reason; it was not for Zhong Li Jin, but for himself. If Zhong Li Jin's amnesia and return to his side were to scheme against him, then he would expose anyone daring enough to carry out such a scheme

Zhong Li Jin's bright eyes felt a warmth in her heart. Thinking of the person she secretly admired being so impressive, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as if she were sharing in their glory. A smile unconsciously appeared on her face. Noticing some dust above, it seemed that the owner hadn't cleaned it for a long time. She looked around, found a cloth, moved a chair over, and stood on it. In a great mood, she began to hum a song while she cleaned.

Shang Hanzhi cast a cold, unruffled glance at her, then stepped into the long-awaited elevator, with Zhong Li Jin obediently following behind

The second scenario is that Zhongli Jin indeed suffered from amnesia due to some uncontrollable, non-human factors.

Dr. Z, the merchant of cold.

"I need to work, you stay here, you cannot go anywhere." After saying this, he walked out of the office without even glancing at her, let alone giving her a chance to say another word

What an ironic statement. Looking again at the handwriting about "Z" in the notebook, each stroke is so forceful, as if gritting one's teeth, as if there is an extreme loathing for the person being written about.

His gaze grew increasingly icy, the paper was once again crumpled into a ball and discarded on the table. Expressionless, he stood up and walked towards the man bound hand and foot on the testing platform ahead.

Shang Hanzhi looked at the surveillance footage on the screen, observing the pure joy and admiration in Zhong Li Jin's eyes as he polished his trophy. He unfolded the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, revealing the handwriting of an unknown person once again before his eyes.

The third possibility is the most significant and insidious

The heart, half-exposed, beat faster and faster, thump thump thump...

So, is amnesia a lie? If it is a lie, then Shang Hanzhi must admit that her acting skills have reached a new level, as he was almost deceived by her. She has done too many things that Zhong Li Jin, who does not have amnesia, would never do

The reunion of Zhongli Jin and Shang Han under such circumstances is, in itself, akin to a deeply calculated scheme with ulterior motives.

No wonder they say this person is a once-in-a-millennium scientific genius

The man watched as Shang Hanzhi approached, his previously numb eyes gradually filling with fear. This individual was renowned, exceptionally talented, and possessed a striking natural gift. Clad in a pristine white robe, he moved with a slow and composed gait, his appearance both elegant and captivating. However, the man was filled with terror, fixated only on the glinting syringe in the pale hand of Shang Hanzhi, and the expressionless, pallid face obscured by lenses that reflected a harsh white light.

Zhong Li Jin followed Shang Han Zhi to the office, cheerfully asking: "What are we doing today?"

After a while, he opened his eyes; everything seemed like a hurricane, arriving so swiftly and departing just as quickly. His face was calm and expressionless, his demeanor cool and undisturbed, as dark as a mirror reflecting cold light, akin to the surface of a lake shrouded in icy mist on an early spring morning

Let us tentatively list three possibilities

That heart was beating half outside of his body, thump, thump, thump... Each beat appeared to be extremely laborious, like an old dog struggling to survive

The elevator quickly arrived at the fifth floor, which remained as quiet as if no one were there. The bright white corridor was lined with individual laboratories, and only occasionally could one see one or two researchers in white coats and masks working through the glass windows

The human brain is a mysterious field that will remain a subject of research for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, if not longer. Sometimes, a single invisible nerve in the brain may tremble, leading to consequences that are unpredictable for humanity. Therefore, it is also possible that Zhongli Jin has truly lost his memory

The cold of commerce... Zdoctor's degree... This is a devil!

Zhong Li Jin's examination results are quite normal, with no drug components found in her blood, no hemorrhaging or any injuries in the brain, and no naturally occurring defects. This means that she should be perfectly normal

I want to pursue him

Zhong Li Jin watched as his decisive figure disappeared through the crack of the door, slightly puffing out his cheeks. With his hands on his hips, he stood in place and surveyed the surroundings. The room was spacious, with very few items. On the left wall, there was a large glass cabinet, inside of which were many neatly stacked newspapers and magazines, and above that...

However, upon further reflection, if Zhongli Jin is feigning amnesia, many things become unreasonable, such as the suspicious note inserted in the notebook, the fact that she conveniently lacks a mobile phone and identification, and why she would pretend to be amnesiac. Is it merely to play a trick on him once more

Thud

In the third scenario, someone schemes against Zhongli Jin, causing her to lose her memory, and leaves a note and a notebook to guide her in finding him

To my surprise, I have seen Ke Zhongli Jin here today; they all belong to the same person

The achievements and honors that countless scientists strive for throughout their lives, which they dream of taking home even one trophy, cannot be measured by money. They demonstrate a person's value in this world and prove the immense contributions an individual has made for all humanity. It is not as simple as a drop of water falling into the ocean and disappearing without a trace; rather, it is like a drop of water entering the sea, causing a qualitative change in the entire ocean, creating tremendous waves.

As the cold of winter faded away, he walked to the front of the office, entered the password to unlock the door, opened it, and approached the wardrobe directly facing the door. Several white robes hung inside the wardrobe; he reached out to take one, lifted it gracefully, and effortlessly donned it. The hem of the robe traced an arc in the air, releasing a hint of a scent reminiscent of ice and snow.

Zhong Li Jin walked to the cabinet, looked up, and saw the well-known "Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine," the "Duyvitz Prize" which recognizes significant contributions to medicine, the highest award in the international mathematics community, the "Fields Medal," and the "Bohr International Gold Medal" awarded to scientists for outstanding contributions to the peaceful use of atomic energy, among others. There were not many, just a few, yet no matter how many glittering things there were, they could not compare to the weight of these.

If one day you find that you have forgotten something, just go back to look for Z

His heart skipped a beat unexpectedly, and he suddenly gripped the computer tightly, the force so great that his knuckles turned white. A sharp pain spread from his heart to his limbs, causing him to involuntarily shut his eyes. Veins were faintly visible on his forehead, and his complexion grew increasingly pale

Suddenly, such words came from the small computer in hand