"Didn't you really remember something the way you smelled your clothes before, and why do you need a new way to promote memories?" Wilson watched nervously as Grigory, stripped naked, sat down in a semi-enclosed bath, and prepared to place a board over the last unenclosed part of the bath - when this was done, Grigory would be completely silent in the dark.

"That time I just remembered it in the way I was immersed in the clothes worn by the people who were there, and this time I was going to strip myself of all my senses and try again." Grigory replied. "Compared to the last time, this time I have fewer distractions and more materials for memories."

Wilson suddenly noticed a yellow-skinned bathtub duck with a small pillbox on its back floating in the bath. "What's that, your painkillers don't look like that!"

"This thing?" Grigory raised an eyebrow, picked up the duckling, poured all the pills into his mouth, and took a sip of the water in the tub before replying. "Exam Preparation Secret Treasure, Brain Elixir."

"Brain elixir......" Wilson carefully recalled the shape of the pill. Wait a minute, you just took physostigmine? ”

"Or else?" Gregory asked rhetorically.

"Are you crazy? Taking Alzheimer's medication at that dose will overload your heart and brain at the same time! ”

"I knew very well, and I knew that I needed to use this way to activate my brain to the limit." Grigory threw the duckling out of the bathtub.

Why should a doctor take such care of a patient who doesn't know his name? Even Gregory himself didn't know – in fact, he couldn't imagine who he would make such a sacrifice for. But his subconscious mind is asking him to make such a sacrifice, indicating that his subconscious believes that the other person's identity is worth it.

Who is it that deserves to be paid for in such a way?

As the bathtub was covered with a board by Gregory's own hands, his sight and hearing were deprived of synchronously.

The next thing to do is to sniff the clothes hidden in the bathtub.

The bus set appeared in front of him in a clearer way than before, but this time, there was only one person on the bus besides him.

"Why the hell are you here," Gregory sat in the seat next to the mysterious girl, who had been sitting in that position, and Gregory had been sitting in the seat next to her when he appeared in the illusion. "You...... Is it referring to a specific person, or is it the person I'm looking for? ”

"Yes, I'm your answer." The mysterious girl leaned on Gregory's body without hesitation. "So now the question is simple, who am I?"

"As the subconscious of my brain, this should be the question I ask you, not you to ask me." Grigory glanced at the girl nestled in his neck. "Or, as a subconscious, what are you hinting at me?"

"No, I don't know the answer." Grabbing one of Gregory's hands, the girl placed it between her chest and neck under Gregory's somewhat surprised gaze - she wore only this one, so that Grigory could touch her skin and feel the heat that did not look like a fantasy at all.

"Is this some important hint, or is this dream going to a strange place?" Grigory frowned slightly, but did not withdraw his hand.

"It's your dream, and if you want to know the answer, I won't do it, obviously you're indulging those dirty thoughts of yours, so you can't blame me." The girl rubbed Gregory's forearm lightly with her cheek and whispered.

"Don't blame me, men are like that." Grigory snorted. "But seriously, isn't it too much to waste my time with this kind of spring dream at this time? Can you give me some hints I need? ”

"I'm from your brain, so of course I'll give you the clues you need," the mysterious girl rose from her seat and sat on Gregory's lap amid her surprised gaze. "But that's the clue your subconscious gives you, what can I do?"

"It's been a long time since I've had call girls, and they're not that important to me, has anyone else sat on my lap?" Grigory asked, frowning, staring into the eyes of the mysterious girl.

"It's up to your subconscious, I'm just the result of manifestation." The girl continued to take Gregory's hand and rub it against her collarbone.

Gregory's expression suddenly became serious, and he squeezed the girl's body lightly, looking at what he had picked up with a slightly seductive grumble.

It was a pale yellow transparent pendant, and a flying insect of an unclear species was wrapped in it.

"Something that doesn't fit my hobbies...... It seems that what it does is lead me to the answer, right? Gregory took the pendant and looked up again at the smiling mysterious girl.

"I know what awakens your subconscious, so please tell me, who am I?" The mysterious girl's face was full of expectation

"Resin and protein...... "Gregory's face changed as he said this. Not ......"

"Who am I?" The mysterious girl repeated her question again.

"Amber ......," Grigory muttered.

The man who sat with him on the night bus before the accident was Amber, the wife of his best friend Wilson.

As he muttered to himself, the mysterious girl sat down beside him again, and her body changed to the form of a blonde woman, which was what Amber looked like.

Beside them, the passengers and drivers and the street scene outside the car were also clear, and Gregory was also greeted by garbage trucks rampaging from the side side road.

Crying, wailing, and not stopping with sight until Gregory's head slammed into the glass of the bus as the car rolled.

In the next moment, Grigory was already standing outside the car, staring at the rescuers.

"You look pretty good," the medic pointed to another group of people not far away, observing Grigory, who seemed stunned. "Go to them and they'll take care of it for you."

Gregory looked blankly, only to see that the light was getting stronger and stronger, even longer than daylight.

There is no doubt that this time the illusion is coming to an end.

"Whew-whew-" Gregory snapped his eyes open, gasping for breath - beside him, several doctors, including Wilson, who seemed to have just re-emerged from him.

"You're so reckless!" Wilson let out a sigh of relief. "The physostigmine you ate made me go into cardiac arrest!"

"Amber," Gregory said quickly, not having time to pay attention to him. "The man in the car is Amber...... We didn't see her here probably because she was sent to another hospital. ”

"You've had too much medicine, haven't you?" Wilson raised an eyebrow. "You almost killed yourself just to prove that your brain is not in your right? How could Amber take the bus—"

Grigory stared at him until Wilson's expression became solemn.

"Yes...... But......" he stammered. "Why is she with you?"

"I don't know." Grigory shook his head.