Chapter 110 (1/2)
When the madman saw Aoki, he shouted and rushed up to make a gesture. He didn't know whether to hug or hit people and spread his teeth and claws. But he only rushed to a place seven or eight steps away from Aoki and stopped. He stood there firmly and gasped violently.
”Who are you?” Aoki didn't worry at all. He leaned against the van, enjoying the surrounding scenery and smoking.
”Who am I?”
The madman repeated, and then began to scratch his ears and cheeks with a look of pain.
”Who am I?”
”Who am I?”
”Who am I?”
……
He kept saying the same sentence. For a moment, he looked up at the sky, for a moment, he looked down at the ground, and for a moment, he began to roll on the ground.
Human memory is a strange thing. Sometimes when you don't think about it, something floats up and swings around in front of you. But when you think hard, it hides like a master of hide and seek.
Even if you can't remember anything, the worst thing is that you feel like you're about to remember, but you can't remember. That feeling is like when fishing, the fish has been biting your hook, but they can't catch it all the time.
You met an old classmate you haven't seen for many years on the road. Oh, what's his name?
You can even remember that when you smoked his stool in primary school, he sat on the ground and beat you for it, but you just can't remember his name.
What? Right at the mouth!
You recall in pain, but you can only cope with it: ”ah, oh, it's you, old classmate. I haven't seen you for a long time. Where have you been recently? What are you busy with?”
When you exchanged greetings for a while and said goodbye, you patted your forehead, ah! Zhang San!
Everyone will encounter this situation, but those who can forget who they are, except Alzheimer's disease, are only mentally ill.
Now the madman can't remember who he is.
Aoki looked at the madman rolling all over the ground and clearly knew what the pain like ants drilling their brains felt. So he would rather be a lazy man than think about things he really can't remember.
His name is Aoki. He has a studio and keeps a crow.
That's all, but it's enough.
Of course, if there is even a chance or clue that can make him easily think about the starting point, he is also willing to trace it, such as the triangle symbol connected by the two vertices and the woman full of strange fragrance.
Now, he vaguely smelled such an irresistible fragrance.
”Don't ask, you can't ask.” the medicine woman came out of the small building.
Aoki took a puff of smoke, lifted the smoke in front of him with his hand, and then sniffed it with his nose to make sure that the smell was not from the medicine woman.
He looked up at the small wooden building. The smell came from the window on the second floor of the small wooden building. It was very light, but very fragrant.
”Sneeze!” Aoki sneezed, rubbed his nose and said, ”how do you know I can't ask?”
When Yaopo saw Aoki sneezing, her tight face relaxed, but she immediately looked around vigilantly to make sure she was not in a dream. Then she said, ”I admit you are very powerful, but there are always people better than you.”
”Oh? Is your master here?” Aoki is a little curious. I heard that her master is a woman who won't be old.
”Hum! You don't need my master to deal with you.” the medicine woman's eyes were full of resentment. ”Although you broke my Dharma and consumed my mana, don't be too proud. My suffering will be returned to you soon. You will be a hundred times more painful than me.”
”Mana?” Aoki laughed. ”Do you always think you're practicing any magic? Oh, by the way, you're a pharmacist. What Buddha reincarnation? Mana! Ha ha, I'm dead!”
The medicine woman's face looked like a pig's liver that had been put for two days. Her hand trembled and reluctantly loosened the orchid finger she had been holding.