A small mountain village, mountain clear water show.

In the shade of green trees, there are also small courtyards of water, and a group of ducks are swimming in water, which arouses countless flowers.

In the reflection of the bream, there is also a calm in it.

I did not abandon the two to this small mountain village, in order to solve the first law here.

In fact, the formation method can be random, but I still chose the yang mouse that I held for the first time as the opening.

This is the leopator.

I thought that I could open the Fa directly here, but after coming, I found that although it was said that as long as I suffocated the yang mouse, it was possible to open the Fa-forms, but when I really came here, it was far from so simple.

Even this law needs to be opened, I also have no clue.

So I, like usual, lived in the village first.

The people in the village were very friendly, but the only thing that was bad was that their memory was a little too bad.

Zhuang did not give up renting an empty room with me, and then began to inquire about the situation in the village.

What makes us rather depressed is that these villagers seem to remember only what happened that day.

So the news we asked was just what happened that day, but it was only in the morning.

Two days later, we got nothing.

Zhuang did not give up some discouraged said: "Uncle, we ask this question, a lifetime will not ask a so come."

I feel the same way too.It’s like a fish with only seven seconds of memory in the legend.

But I always feel that there is a hidden opportunity in this village, but what this opportunity is, I do not know, but I still need to investigate.

On the third day, we went to the village.

On this day, we asked our landlord, although the landlord said that it was our landlord, but he could not remember that we collected the money.

We are not bad for this money, but giving money is exactly the same as not giving money, because since he can't remember whether we collect it, he won't remember whether we paid the house money.

After asking the owner some questions, we got nothing.

At this time, the landlord was about to leave, and suddenly I saw the landlord's finger, there was a gold ring, which seemed to have never been seen before, and the heart moved, and then asked: "Big sister, your ring is very good-looking, who gave it to you?"

The landlord turned the ring in his hand and thought, "I don't know, it seems that when I got up this morning, I put it on the table on my bedside, and I looked good-looking, so I took it and put it on."

Because the people in this village have only the memory of the day, they are very open-minded, completely the pattern of what they see is what they see.

As soon as you open your eyes to see what is around you, you will take it and use it.It is likely that someone left in their own home yesterday will become their own today.

This is an ordinary thing in their thinking.

In my opinion, this is also the main reason they can survive.

Another reason is that the people here actually live fairly regularly, eating, dressing, and working every day, and the villagers in ordinary villages are no different.

But now I have the question, that is, everyone only has one day of memory, so how can this village maintain this continuity?

For example, if you eat, you always have rice and food.

This rice will not come out of nowhere, so you need to go to the field.

People can lose their memory, but the crops always have to be collected, everyone only remembers the things of the day, so who remembers the farm?

When the farm is delayed, where will the harvest be?

Like the ducks in the ponds of the village, these ducks are always incubated and always fed.

I finally thought of the village.

The villagers in this village are not true or false, but with their amnesia state, it is impossible to maintain their lives, so either there are people in the village who have no amnesia or all the people in this village pretend to be amnesia.

Overall, I think there is a good chance of people in this village who have lost their memories.

This or this group of people who have no amnesia is actually the reason for the continuation of this village.

As long as you find these people, you can break the secret of this village.

I did not ask the eldest sister any other questions, but quietly gave Zhuang not give up the sound, and told him my suspicions again.

Zhuang did not abandon the five veins now, and his mind was awake a lot, so he understood my thoughts as soon as he turned.

He also used the sound-speaker he had just learned to communicate with me: “Uncle, uncle, what are we going to do?”

“I think those people in this village who don’t lose their memory are likely to deal with us, or make us lose their minds.”So I need you to cooperate and pretend to be hooked."

Zhuang did not give up quite worriedly said: "Uncle Master, we do not know how they are amnesia, if we pretend not to look like, showing the horse's feet, but it is a shock."

"You don't have to worry about it, I mean pretending to be hooked, not to pretend to be amnesiac."

“What do you mean...” Zhuang did not give up after asking this question, but he was a fainting, “Are you really amnesia me?”

"That's it, but you don't have to worry, I can copy your memory first, and if you're really amnesiac, I'll give you your memory back."

He hesitated, but agreed.

The two men stopped going to the village to investigate the cause of their amnesia, but were in the house.

During this period, the landlord's sister also came to send two meals.

In my opinion, this feeding behavior is unusual.

Because a person with amnesia, how can he know to bring food to these two outsiders?

So I scanned the meals with my eyes and found that there were only some hypnotic drugs in these meals, pixian roots and the like, and no other toxicity.

I did not tell Zhuang not to give up, but took the lead to eat first, Zhuang did not give up or doubt it, followed by it.

After eating, we all yawned.

The difference is that I am a false sleep, but I am not giving up, but I am really sleepy.

I sat in my chair and snooze, but I couldn't bear to sleep, and I climbed to bed and went to bed.

Just as I was dozing off, suddenly a box in the room was pushed out of it, and a black figure flashed out.

Look at this black figure, but not a human, but a mouse person I encountered in the secret of the sun rat before.

The rat came to me lightly, carrying a bag on his back.

It put the bag away, bent over it and pulled out a flute, and gently blew it up.

Soon a few shadows flew out of the flute and burrowed into my nostrils.

I knew that this should be something that could steal people's memories, but it was impossible to steal my memory.