Chapter 466: Chapter 337: A True Expert Hides His Talents (Part 3)
In other words, he doesn’t have any memory of being possessed by Patient 37, or rather, he doesn’t have any memory of fighting and killing the person.
I stared at Gu seriously for a few seconds; he seemed a bit uneasy under my gaze. Qinghan lightly kicked me; I hissed and turned to glare at him.
"You’ve scared him," Qinghan said with a serious face.
"Scared? Come on, it’s not like I have laser eyes, and staring for a few seconds can burn a hole in his head!"
"It’s fine, it’s fine. Do I... have a problem?" Gu touched his face.
"Hmm... it’s a big problem." I frowned, looking as if something terrible was about to happen.
"Huh?" Gu immediately became nervous, wanting to find a mirror to check, but unfortunately, there was nothing nearby that could serve as a mirror.
"It won’t help, you won’t see anything; a master doesn’t reveal their face." I grinned, Gu realized I was teasing him and stopped trying to find a mirror.
"Hey, stop making fun of me." Gu smiled wryly, helplessly.
"What do you mean? I wouldn’t dare to claim credit. It wasn’t me who subdued the woman; it was you yourself. I can only be a witness."
Who knows when Gu might regain his memory? When he realizes that he himself was the one who killed Patient 37, it has nothing to do with me. If I took the credit, it would be quite awkward.
Honesty is the virtue of a big liar!
Gu doesn’t believe it, saying that he had passed out and was too injured to move and definitely couldn’t have fought against that woman.
I told him not to doubt it; the world is full of wonders, and the craziest thing is you. The woman possessed you and then ran out, becoming injured beyond healing.
Gu had seen the death scene of Patient 37; the body was in such a state that it looked like it had been tossed into a pool of strong acid and then fished out.
"Impossible, how could it be me?" Gu didn’t know if it was too absurd or if he was intentionally avoiding it, but he shook his head repeatedly to deny it.
"Whether it was you or someone else, I saw it with my own eyes, unless there’s another person inside your body." I was just giving an example. Who knew Gu would tense up after hearing it, looking stunned like he had been struck by lightning?
The situation froze a little; I didn’t speak further, waiting for Gu to process it himself.
He was dazed for a while, looking lost, his eyes staring blankly as if lost in thought.
At this time, everyone else was resting with their eyes closed, as if asleep. Gu waited until they were asleep to secretly find me to talk.
The ones awake were just me, Qinghan, and him. We spoke in low voices without waking anyone else. Now that he had fallen silent, the cave suddenly became quiet.
His own story should come from him voluntarily; I wasn’t going to pry.
After a while, he softly began talking about something—sounded like a folk tale one might get pushed out to their phone.
He said that when he was a child, his parents sent him to live with his grandfather. His grandfather told him that before the age of ten, he couldn’t look in a mirror, so his grandfather’s house didn’t have any mirrors. At school, he avoided mirrors, and if there were mirrors, he would steer clear or avoid looking at the reflection.
He started school late, only beginning the first grade at eight. His grandfather kept an eye on him strictly, so most of his childhood memories involved playing alone in the yard of his grandfather’s house in the countryside.
He naturally had a quiet personality, preferring tranquility over activity; he never felt there was anything wrong with himself before his tenth birthday; life seemed good.
However, the day before his tenth birthday, the little grandson of the neighbor came from the city to spend the summer vacation. The two greeted each other over the garden wall and quickly started playing together. When the child heard he was about to have a birthday, he gave him a package wrapped item, saying it was a souvenir brought back from Taishan by his parents.
By then, the sun was setting, and it was getting dark. The two of them were in the yard, unwrapping the package together.
The item was small, only about the size of a palm, and when they unwrapped it, inside was a mirror bordered with carved wood, intricately designed.
The backside of the mirror was engraved with the scenery of Taishan, depicting trees, flowers, mountains, and rivers — quite a delicate souvenir.
Remembering his grandfather’s words, Gu only looked at the back of the mirror and avoided the front, but the neighbor’s child was unaware, flipping the mirror while he had not warned, thus reflecting both their faces.
No matter how quickly Gu avoided, he caught a glimpse, seeing three faint reflections in the mirror.
Why faint? Because two faces were in the front and one was at the back, and the face in the back was exactly the one behind him.
At that moment, Gu instinctively turned to look behind him, but saw nothing. He promptly wrapped the mirror back up in the package paper, thanked the little friend, and then hid the mirror, never daring to tell his grandfather.
