The moment the scalpel chopped into pieces of memory seeds, I saw half a tombstone floating in my brain - Director Li's blood hadn't even dried yet, and the silver liquid on Lin Xia's operating table had already crawled along the nerves and into my spine.
They say these are other people's memories and should be dug out like flesh.
But when the pulse bomb from the Memory Administration grazed my temple, I touched the hot nerve bomb under my collarbone - 7429. This string of numbers engraved on the inside of my skull was growing together with those "other people's graves".
From the cracks in Chen Mo's mask, half of his face exactly like mine fell out.
When the cloned brain in the culture tank opened its eyes, I finally understood: Where are the memories they buried in it? You want me to be the tombstone for all the dead people.
Nerve bomb with 47 seconds left.
I held the scalpel tightly, and the tip of the scalpel was facing the most painful grave in my temple.
Either dig up all these graves,
or——
Let this brain, which holds countless graves, explode into ashes that no one can bury.
