Memory inheritor

Chapter 184 Whistle

Chapter 184 The Whistle (Part 2)

As Wei Hongsi played one piece after another, he recalled many details about Uncle Zhang.

If those memories are reliable, then Uncle Zhang should be named Zhang Zishi, and he was my father's colleague and friend who used to visit our home frequently.

He must be a single father. When I was in elementary school, I often went to his house to learn how to play the whistle from him. I never saw any adult women in his house, only a daughter who was a year younger than me.

As for his daughter's name, he couldn't remember it at all. This was rather strange, since they had played together as children and saw each other frequently. Could it be that they didn't get along?

Wei Hongsi had heard his older brother mention these things before, but he was quite certain that this time he had "thought" them up himself, because there were some details that his older brother had not mentioned.

But apart from these, I can't think of anything else. It seems that this is all there is to my past with Uncle Zhang.

If that's the case, why would the "system," or rather the second personality, hide this memory? What makes it so special?

Wei Hongsi stopped playing and frowned slightly as he looked at the whistle in his hand.

After exchanging for this skill, aside from confirming that the tone-deaf attribute has been removed, it seems that I haven't gained anything useful.

At least in his expectations, what he wanted wasn't the skill of playing the whistle itself, because it was utterly useless to him. Could he possibly make a living with that skill?

Perhaps filling in a gap in memory is the greatest gain?

Wei Hong pondered for a moment, then couldn't help but yawn. He suspected it was because his skills had become rusty, his playing technique was incorrect, and his brain was somewhat oxygen-deprived.

So he cleaned the whistle, put it on the bookshelf, and then went to take a shower. After showering, his mind didn't become clear; instead, he felt even more drowsy.

It's possible that I've been using my brain too much lately and I'm too tired.

He had originally wanted to listen to Shen Qing's new song, but now he felt completely listless, even more exhausted than when he stayed up all night doing experiments during his school days. He went to bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the dimly lit stairwell, he followed the person in front of him with light steps. Just as the person stopped and was about to turn around, he suddenly pressed close to him, and the dagger in his hand slashed across the person's neck.

The man fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck, and soon lost his breath.

The steam in the bathroom hadn't dissipated yet, and he silently slipped into the mist.

The man was taking a shower when he felt a gust of wind behind him. He had just turned his head a little when a pair of hands pressed down on his head from both sides and twisted it violently in the opposite direction. The man clearly heard a snapping sound coming from his neck.

He released his grip, watching the man collapse on the ground, then turn and disappear into the steam.

In a corner of the underground parking lot, a sports car's taillights flashed twice, emitting a crisp buzzing sound.

A young man walked to the front of the car and was about to open the door when the other man stood up from the side of another car, aimed at the back of the young man's head, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet flew out of the silenced gun with a sharp, crisp sound, like the sound of a whip cracking through the air.

The young man groaned and collapsed beside the sports car.

He opened the car door next to him and drove away from the parking lot.

Scenes of carnage unfolded relentlessly; the victims included people of East and West; young and old; wealthy individuals in lavish attire and impeccably dressed politicians—

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Each person died in a slightly different way, but they all had one thing in common: they were all killed from behind, and their deaths were very quick and clean.

And he was the one who carried out the attack.

I don't know how many such moments I experienced, but suddenly everything around me vanished, leaving behind a pristine space.

The space was like an illusion, filled with soft, flawless white light.

A fisherman's hat approached from afar, beneath which was Uncle Zhang's slightly chubby round face.

A somewhat immature boy's voice asked, "Why are you showing me these horror movies?"

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "That's not a horror movie, but a life experience that's about to happen to you."

"Why should this be my life experience? I don't want to go through this."

"Didn't you want to be a hero?"

"Does being a hero mean you have to kill?"

"Of course, heroes have to kill bad guys, otherwise how can they protect themselves and the good people? Don't you think you were incredibly capable and remarkable in those experiences?"

Uncle Zhang's voice was very kind, full of warmth and encouragement.

The boy thought about it seriously: "It seems very powerful."

"So you need to have these skills to become a hero."

"So, do I possess these skills now?"

"You only have half of it. When you grow up, integrate these experiences, and have the matching physical qualities, you will truly possess these abilities."

"How much longer do we have to wait?"

"You should be able to gradually integrate by the time you're eighteen or nineteen, by which time you should be in college."

"Okay, I understand."

"You can't tell anyone these things until you grow up."

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"Why? Can't I even tell my dad, mom, and brother?"

"Yes, no one can tell. This is my requirement for you, and you must abide by it."

"What if I accidentally tell someone?"

"No, you won't tell anyone. Until you truly grow up and are awakened by me, only the two of us will know this."

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"Wake me up? What does that mean?"

You don't need to know right now.

"Is only you able to wake me up?"

"Yes, because I am your guide."

"A guide? Does that mean teaching me these skills and then awakening me?"

"Not only that, I will also guide you on your path to prevent you from losing yourself. You will understand what I mean when you begin to integrate those abilities."

"You mean, if I combine those abilities, I might lose myself?"

"Yes."

"Then I don't want those skills; I don't want to lose myself."

"Don't worry, I'll guide you. Now you need to get a good night's sleep. Go to sleep."

The boy felt his eyelids grow heavy and involuntarily closed his eyes.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he suddenly felt his body sway. He opened his eyes and saw Uncle Zhang holding him and placing him on the bed next to him.

"Sleep a little longer," Uncle Zhang said softly.

The boy then closed his eyes again.

Before his eyelids closed, he saw a strangely shaped chair in the room that seemed to be able to enclose a whole person.

Above the chair is a large, round cover with small lights on it and many wires extending from it, making it look both exquisite and complex.