Heber didn't know what Zhuang Long was doing in that room. Because the view was blocked by the house, the telescope couldn't see what happened in that room.

Seeing that Zhuang Long's face was still weak, Heber suggested that he should rest here tonight.

It's weird to live alone in that house at night. Zhuang Long thought for a while, then agreed.

This sea-view villa has only one floor. The owner's bedroom is at the back. Standing by the bedroom window, you can see the coastline behind. Zhuang Long was resting in the guest bedroom next to the master bedroom. It was still early and he couldn't sleep. He found Eber and showed him his wish to visit the house.

Fearing that Eber hadn't heard it clearly, he also pointed out his request to enter Xiaoli's room to have a look. What Zhuang Long thought was that he and Xiaoli knew each other when they were young, and maybe they could find a breakthrough from Xiaoli.

Hebrew was a little surprised, but he did not reveal the unexpected heart.

The relationship between Zhuang Long and Xiaoli was unusual, and Heber didn't think that Zhuang Long's request was so rude. He didn't rush to agree, but he didn't rashly refuse. He just replied in a businesslike manner, "This, I have to call for instructions."

Zhuang Long naturally has no opinion.

Heber walked to another room to make a phone call. Zhuang Long heard Heber convey his request to Xiaoli unchanged. The man at the other end said a few words, and Eber died. When he returned, Heber had a slight smile on his face. He told Zhuang Long, "Mr. Zhuang, Miss Rosen allows you to visit all the things in this house."

Raised his eyebrows, Zhuang Long was satisfied with the answer.

So, he really unceremoniously visited the scenes and things in this room. He went to many rooms, but he didn't go to the study room. The study and bedroom are the most private places in the host's house. Zhuang Long still understands this etiquette.

But in the bedroom, he went in without suspicion.

Perhaps in his subconscious, Xiaoli's bedroom, he can enter casually.

Eber saw him enter the bedroom and did not stop him.

Xiaoli should rarely come back, the room is very elegant and chic, but the bed and cloakroom are very empty. The bed was clean and there was no quilt. The door of the closet was open, and Zhuang Long glanced into the closet. There was no clothing inside.

At first glance, I knew that Xiaoli shouldn't be back for many years.

Zhuang Long stood behind the window of Xiaoli's bedroom for a while. He stared at the coastline for a while before turning around and looking for something on the small bookshelf in the bedroom. Finally, Zhuang Long found what he wanted. It was a book. It was not the content of the book that attracted Zhuang Long's attention, but the photos in the book.

Zhuang Long walked to the bed, holding the book in his right hand, turning it upside down. Zhuang Long shook the book in his hand, and immediately, seven or eight photos fell from the book onto the mattress. Zhuang Long picked up the photos and put them together neatly. Then he sat down by the bed and admired the photos.

Five or six pictures in a row are all of a little boy.

The little boy is skinny, with dark eyes and dark pupils. He looked a little silent, but he looked a little cute and cute. This person is exactly Zhuang Long. Zhuang Long would find his own photos in Xiaoli's books, but he was taken aback and let go.

This proves that they did know each other when they were young.

Zhuang Long put the photos he had seen aside, and opened the seventh photo. This time, he actually saw himself when he was twelve or thirteen years old. At that time, shortly after the death of his adoptive mother, his adoptive father was always on business trips. He seemed to be living in a horrible period of time. Now he does not have a deep memory of his life at that time.

Could it be that during that time, the second personality was always awake?

And the boy in the photo is ‘him’.

‘He’ was wearing a black shirt, and his long black hair was docilely placed on both sides of his cheeks. He stared at the camera indifferently, with a reflection of a girl in his eyes. Zhuang Long is convinced that this person is not him, but ‘him’.

Only ‘he’ loves to wear black clothes.

In this way, "he" and Xiaoli used to be really good, have they ever fallen in love?

Zhuang Long was shocked by this thought.

If he really had a relationship with Xiaoli, but then he forgot about her, then he is really a scumbag.

After viewing this photo several times and confirming that this is "him" and not himself, Zhuang Long still feels a little bit curious in his heart. I'm jealous of my other personality, which is unprecedented.

"Not promising!"

I don't know who he is scolding.

After scolding, Zhuang Long looked at the last photo. This time the content of the photo has finally changed. In the photo, there are three children. One is Zhuang Long, and the other two are girls. Both girls were wearing dresses, they both had their hair draped, the smaller one was holding Zhuang Long's hand, and the older one was holding a water glass in his hand.

Zhuang Long's gaze stayed on the faces of the two girls for a while.

He found that the two girls looked very similar.

They are definitely relatives!

Zhuang Long thought of Fang Yusheng and said that Xiaoli has a sister who is more than one year older than her. Is this girl in the photo just Xiaoli’s sister?

He carefully looked at the appearance of these two people, and gradually, in his mind, sketched a familiar portrait. That was Xiaoli. She walked against the night, under the stars, and stepped on the grass to walk to him. She squatted beside him and asked what he was doing.

He said he was repenting.

Xiaoli asked him why he repented again.

What did he answer at the time?

Zhuang Long couldn't remember again.

He turned the photo over and found that the back of the photo actually had words written on it, saying: ‘Leave here, the devil is staring at you, don’t come to me again. The handwriting of this typesetting is very immature, and it is hard to tell who wrote it. But Zhuang Long's instinct told him that this was his handwriting.

He once personally wrote such a sentence.

He will kill him.

Who is this ‘him’?

Zhuang Long held the photo and couldn't help whispering in a low voice, "Leave here, the devil is staring at you, don't come to me again..." He repeated it several times, and suddenly he had a splitting headache. This time, the head is more intense than ever before. Zhuang Long hugged his head and rolled on the mattress. In an instant, countless messy and terrifying memories poured in, and he was about to burst his head.

After a few minutes, his aching head finally calmed down.

At this time, he finally remembered everything, and revealed the dark and heartbroken truth——

Robert Floyd graduated from the Yale University School of Medicine and is a neurologist. After graduation, he worked in California. Within a few years, he became the most famous neurologist in California. Robert is very young, but he has a beautiful Asian wife and a well-behaved and smart child.

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