Memory inheritor

Chapter 203 Recorder

Chapter 203 Recorder (Part 2)

After listening to his brother's explanation, Wei Hongsi asked, "So, you're saying your investigation hasn't reached a definitive conclusion yet?"

Wei Hongbo said, "The investigation won't be that quick. There's no way to predict when we'll have the results. I still have to stay in Xicheng for a few more days."

He came to investigate the case under the name of the General Bureau's special task force, and the Xicheng police also provided strong support.

Otherwise, the investigation alone would be enough to give him a headache, and a few days would be far from enough.

Wei Hongsi said, "If we find people who have shown signs of memory implantation, including suspected cases, will they be sent to Yuecheng?"

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Wei Hongbo said, "It should be sent to the Third Research Institute for testing first."

Wei Hongsi said, "If you're sending someone over, please let me know."

He didn't intend to tell his older brother about the speculation that Uncle Zhang might target students with good grades, because he had no empirical evidence for this, and there was no absolute correlation between grades and intelligence in the early grades of elementary school.

He was able to give Guo Weiran this suggestion because the children in the welfare home were a fixed number, and checking them based on their academic performance would only affect the order, but would not cause any omissions.

Moreover, the Chenxi Kang Le Welfare Home is very likely controlled by the Daoguang Society. They can design exam questions according to their own needs and select children who meet the conditions for memory infusion.

If, after investigation, the older brother discovers that the children who received memory implantation did indeed have excellent grades in the early grades of elementary school, then his hypothesis will be proven correct.

Wei Hongbo said, "Okay. Can you still remember what the room where Uncle Zhang put that chair looked like? For example, did it have windows, what color were the walls, and what was the floor like?"

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Wei Hongsi pondered for a moment and said, "I can't remember right now. Wasn't our old neighborhood full of old houses? Did it also have basements?"

Wei Hongbo said, "It could also be a nearby residential area. Although there aren't many basements in that area, there are quite a few underground warehouses and garages."

Uncle Zhang is an organized group with accomplices. The equipment he used must have been moved or destroyed long ago, but as long as the location can be found, Wei Hongbo feels there is still hope of finding some clues.

Wei Hongsi said, "If I remember anything, I'll tell you immediately. By the way, why did Zhang Shuqiu come to our house today?"

Wei Hongbo said, "My mom invited her to dinner. She's been here a few times before, so this isn't her first time."

"Oh, really?" Wei Hongsi was somewhat surprised. But considering his mother and father's character, it seemed quite normal. Zhang Shuqiu's father was dead, and she didn't know who her mother was. She was alone in Xicheng, so it was perfectly normal for her mother to invite her over for dinner.

I wonder if my parents would still be able to maintain their current mindset if they knew what Uncle Zhang had done to me. I doubt they would change much, since it wasn't Zhang Shuqiu's fault.

Wei Hongbo asked, "During that video call, did you notice anything unusual?"

Wei Hongsi said, "There's nothing unusual about it. But I feel that her actively pushing her novel to me seems to be a way of proving herself."

"Do you think she's like the moon reflected in flowers?"

"At least we cannot rule out this possibility."

Then Wei Hongsi shared his analysis of Zhang Shuqiu's three novels with his older brother.

Wei Hongbo listened, but disagreed: "You said yourself that 'The Story of Time' is a very high-quality book. Zhang Shuqiu was only seventeen years old at the time, how could she possibly have written it?"

Wei Hongsi said, "You could try to find some of her essays from high school. If her writing style is already quite mature, then she has the basic qualifications. It's entirely possible that she observed and learned some of Uncle Zhang's secrets, and then organized and polished them into a novel, since that book isn't very long."

"Another possibility is that she also received memory implantation, from which she acquired writing skills and related memories, thus possessing both the ability and the experience."

Wei Hongbo was still somewhat incredulous: "Would Uncle Zhang do that kind of thing to his own daughter?"

Wei Hongsi said, "Brother, think about it from a different perspective. Perhaps Uncle Zhang thinks that receiving memory implantation and gaining extraordinary abilities is a good thing, so why doesn't he try it on his own daughter?"

Wei Hongbo was silent for a moment, then said, "Didn't you say that I could only start fusion when I was eighteen or nineteen?"

Wei Hongsi said, "What he instilled in me required a very high level of physical fitness. If I hadn't grown up, I wouldn't have been able to learn it even if I had integrated it. But writing is different. Perhaps the memories and experiences Uncle Zhang prepared for his daughter are more literary?"

Wei Hongbo thought about it carefully and felt that his younger brother's conjecture was logically sound. He asked, "Then how can we prove it?"

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Wei Hong thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say. Perhaps dream interpretation can help us analyze it."

"You're being reckless. She's not a suspect now."

"Then observe her for a while longer. If I have time tomorrow, I'll go home."

"You want to see her?"

"Yes, if necessary."

"Okay, let me know in advance if you're coming back."

"it is good."

Wei Hongsi ended the call with his brother and put his phone on the table.

The reason he wanted to meet Zhang Shuqiu was to test whether his "age recognition" talent could indirectly identify people who had received memory implantation.

During the previous video call, he did not notice anything unusual about Zhang Shuqiu, perhaps because the time was too short, or perhaps because he had not met her in person.

Although the girl seemed harmless, Wei Hongsi felt uneasy about letting her visit his home so often without figuring out the truth of the matter.

He took the book he had bought from the bookstore a while ago from the bookshelf, flipped through a dozen pages, and his eyelids began to grow heavy. Considering that he had to work overtime the next day and might have to drive back to his hometown, he didn't force himself to stay awake, put down the book, and went to bed.

On the sun-drenched grass, an eight- or nine-year-old boy runs happily, holding a metal whistle in his right hand, which sometimes reflects the dazzling sunlight as he swings his arm.

"Brother Hongsi, wait for me!" A slightly younger girl chased after him, holding a wind instrument in her hand, which was a maple flute.

The two children ran to the edge of the grass, and when they heard the adults calling, the boy turned back and ran back.

The girl kept running forward without looking up and bumped into the boy. Being lighter, she fell to the ground with a thud.

The boy's chin hurt from the impact, but seeing the girl fall, he didn't want to cause a scene. So he complained, "Why are you always so clumsy? Couldn't you see me turn around?"

The girl rubbed her forehead and laughed, saying, "It's good to be a little slow, being slow doesn't hurt. Brother Hongsi, why can't you be a little slow?"

The boy squatted down, looked at the girl's chubby round face, and asked, "What's so good about being stupid? Being like an idiot, I don't want to be an idiot."

The girl said, "If I were really stupid, I wouldn't have nightmares."

The boy laughed and said, "Do idiots dream?"

The two children sat on the grass and chatted for a while, then each picked up their instrument and began to play. After they finished playing a duet, they heard their parents applauding and cheering in the distance.

The girl asked, "Brother Hongsi, do you want to learn the recorder?"

The boy said, "I think it's pretty much the same as a whistle; there's nothing to learn."

The girl offered the recorder she was holding: "Would you like to try it?"

The boy saw the shiny mouthpiece and looked disgusted: "If you want me to blow it, you'd better wash it clean first!"

The girl nodded: "Okay, we'll talk about it later. Let me praise yours first."

As she spoke, she took the whistle from the boy's hand, put it in her mouth, and began to blow it.

The boy realized that the girl was more skilled than him. But when he saw her putting his whistle to her mouth and blowing it, he looked very unwilling.

After the girl finished playing and returned the whistle to him, he took it, shook it vigorously, and said, "You're not allowed to play my whistle again!"

The girl smiled and didn't seem to care about the other person's attitude. But the more she acted this way, the angrier the boy became.

So when the adults asked them to come over for a photo and then asked the two children to hold hands, the boy looked very unwilling.

One holiday afternoon, the boy arrived at the girl's door and knocked.

A moment later, the girl came and opened the door: "Brother Hongsi, come quickly, I've washed the recorder clean!"

"Oh, okay." The boy followed him inside.

The two went to the girl's room and sat down on a small chair.

"Look, isn't it clean?" The girl waved the recorder in front of the boy's eyes.

"Let me see, oh, it's alright. I'll give it a try." The boy said, putting the recorder in his mouth and playing it.

"Oh dear, your fingering is wrong. It has two extra holes. You should do it like this—like this—"

"Don't point my finger, just tell me."

"Oh. Well, look at my hand. Hmm, that's right this time!"

A dozen minutes later.

"Hehe, I told you the recorder wasn't hard," the boy said smugly.

"Yes, it's not difficult for you. But why can't you be a little less clever?"

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The girl sighed softly as she spoke, a sadness in her eyes that seemed out of place for her age.

"Why do I have to be a little dumber?"

The boy scratched his head, took something out of his pocket, and handed it to the girl: "Look, my essay was published in the newspaper, and this is what I cut out."

The girl took it, looked at it once, and nodded, saying, "You're amazing."

The boy said smugly, "Right? I don't want to be a fool!"

When the girl heard him say that, she suddenly got angry, tore the piece of paper she had cut from the newspaper to shreds, and yelled, "Idiot!"

You're an idiot!

The boy was furious and suddenly stood up: "What are you doing?"

The girl said, "I don't like that you're so smart!"

The boy glared at the girl, and after a long while said, "I don't argue with girls." Then he turned and left.

The girl quickly stepped forward and grabbed the boy's hand: "Ah, Brother Hongsi, I was wrong, okay? Please don't go!"

The boy thought of the girl, who had no mother and was quite pitiful, so he stopped and said, "Then don't make me look stupid anymore."

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