Chapter 786 Hopeless City (54)
Zhou Ye held the book and wrapped a candy in his mouth, slowly sipping on the sugar-coated taste.
There was also a sound of "squeaking" candy in my ears, and I was chewing something in my mouth, mumbling.
"Then you must have seen something to stimulate yourself to remember the previous scene. Think about it carefully, did you see something strange?"
Zhou Ye stirred the sugar with his tongue, thought about it carefully, and then said.
"The bride's shoes."
"Shoes? What happened to the shoes?"
"Everyone who comes in can bring some of their own things, clothes, tokens... I seem to have seen the shoes on the bride's feet."
Aww curious.
"Do you know the bride?"
Zhou Ye shook his head.
"She came in three years before me and I don't know her."
"Then how could you just look at her shoes? Maybe she is someone you have met before, but you forgot."
Zhou Ye frowned, recalling the previous scene.
Just after she saw the pair of embroidered shoes, a strange emotion surged in her heart, and then the scenes just now appeared in her mind.
Shoes...
Embroidered shoes...
Suddenly, a shrill cry came from Zhou Ye's ears, an unexpected explosion, like a thunder hidden in his heart, which shocked Zhou Ye's whole body, his pupils dilated, and a trace of heartache flashed across his face. traces...
"Blood, there is blood on the shoes."
She suddenly murmured to herself, her eyes wandering, as if she had returned to a specific point in time.
Aowu was shocked, but he still quickly took out his notebook and wrote down everything Zhou Ye said now.
"There's blood on the shoes, what next?"
"She was crying, wearing red clothes and her face was covered with mud."
"Hmm, then what? Why are you crying?" Zhou Ye frowned, his face filled with pain and self-blame. This was an emotion that Aowu had never seen before, and it only belonged to the simplest and most essential Zhou Ye.
She was trying to remember, even though this memory made her extremely painful, even her lips were trembling, and her hands under her clothes slowly tightened, as if they were tightening the knife in her hand.
"Why are you crying..."
Yes, why is she crying?
Zhou Ye's mind went blank. As soon as he thought of this, even the woman's crying stopped suddenly. There was nothing in front of him, only the emptiness and desolation of the world.
His pupils slowly focused, and he regained consciousness. Zhou Ye quietly looked at the dancing fire in front of him, his expression looking very tired and tired.
Aowu took the small notebook and read it carefully, trying to deduce some of her past from Zhou Ye's words.
"Blood, where is the blood everywhere?"
Zhou Ye calmly uttered two words.
"The battlefield."
"Then why are there women wearing embroidered shoes on the battlefield?"
Zhou Ye shook his head slowly.
"I don't know."
"Don't be in a hurry... think about it slowly and you will always remember it. This hopeless city is very strange. It seems that no one has any memory of the past."
Zhou Ye stopped talking and continued reading while holding the book.
This is a self-bound book. The dark yellow pages look very old, and the curled edges can reveal the owner's love for it.
There are no books in Hopeless City's supplies, so this book was brought in by Jun Li himself.
It seems that there are many things in his house that others don't have, such as calligraphy, paintings, and carpets...
Zhou Ye was watching, and Jun Li from outside had already walked in with bowls and chopsticks.
"Wash your hands and eat."
(End of chapter)