The Director Stole My Memory, I Pretended to Be Stupid for Three Months Just to Destroy Him with My Own Hands
by Macabaka
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I discovered that my memory was being stolen. The new colleague Chen Sicheng used some kind of brain-computer interface device to sneak into my brain like a thief and steal the project results that I had worked on for three years. When I forgot my core algorithm in a meeting, he could repeat it verbatim. "Xiao Yu, your memory is not very good recently." He showed his fake eight-tooth standard smile. "Really? Then how do you know what I think that I have never told anyone?" I looked him straight in the eyes. "You must have mentioned it to me." His eyes flickered, and he turned and left. Every night, I can feel someone reading my thoughts, page by page like a book. I began to forget the password to my house, my parents' phone numbers, and even who I was. And this devil in a crisp suit is using my memory to serve his ambitions. But he didn't know that the memory connection was two-way. As he stole my memories, I also saw his secrets...
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