Gate of Revelation Chapter 217: [Who am I]

Chapter 217 [Who Am I]

Name: Jane Brummel. Norman

Gender: Female

Birth date: September 1, 1994

Nationality: United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland

Chen Xiaolian certainly remembers this resume and information. Alas,

The other name for Jane Brummel Norman is ...

Miao Yan!

This is Miao Yan's exclusive number in this world, that British Countess!

"After a large circle, she finally went around her ..." Chen Xiaolian was really speechless.

I want to deal with this unpredictable woman again. To be honest, Chen Xiaolian is really scalp.

When I saw Miao Yan for the last time, the blank that was erased in the recording of the mobile phone undoubtedly left a deep impression on Chen Xiaolian ... This impression mainly comes from the deterrent power of the system rules!

But ... if it's Miao Yan, maybe talk to her, maybe she's willing to take out the blade to herself?

Well, this idea is a bit whimsical.

"Go try your luck." Chen Xiaolian's face was dignified: "If she refuses, we still give up. To be honest, we are far worse than strength."

...

"See the **** ghosts!"

In the dark room, Sasha is sitting in front of the computer, quickly typing on the keyboard.

Only the light of the computer screen flickers in this room, and there are three computer screens in front of Sasha.

"Eat shit, stupid! You never want to find me." Sasha's eyes flashed with excitement: "Haha, these English guys are stupid, stupid! Here I am Sasha is the most Great! I'm the Tsar !!! "

There are various carbonated drinks on the table next to you, and you eat the rest of the pizza, and the house is full of smoke.

After a while. Sasha suddenly stopped typing: "I found it!"

...

"Is there an address?" Calkin asked in a low voice as Thunderfox got into the car.

"Yes." Leihu slowly said: "Sasha broke through a database and found the details of the target person. We had better hurry up, Calkin! I am afraid that the next random task will be released at any time. , After the mission is released, God knows what trouble we will encounter. Maybe other game participants will compete with us, maybe the system will brush out a lot of monsters. "

"We should still have time," Calkin said, "Just hurry up and stay calm!"

Stuck, Calkin asked, "What's the target character?"

"The descendants of the Jane Brummel Norman family, the owner of the Earl title. A young woman." Thunder Fox smiled: "Based on the task we experienced, another one Relics are likely to be in the hands of the Normans! "

"Very good." Calkin smiled. "Then we go to the Countess. I hope she can meet our requirements. Well ... be careful with our 'goods', I can Don't want him to die early.

He still needs time for us. "

Leihu smiled and looked back at the back seat.

In the trunk of the car. There was a faint whining and struggling sound ...

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"It's almost dawning." The tire glanced at the sky outside.

The car drove to a street outside an English classic building.

It's almost early morning. There was a little white belly in the sky in the distance, but the night had not left.

Silent on the street.

This area was originally an area where the wealthy people lived in a sparsely populated suburb.

This manor-style building full of classical flavor is exactly the place where Chen Xiaolian has been here before and has seen Miao Yan.

"What should we do? Break in directly? Or ..." Spare asked.

Chen Xiaolian has already thought about it on the road: "Come and visit directly. She is not an ordinary person. If she breaks in or sneaks in, she will cause her resentment instead. If you can't be rough, try not to be rough. We There is no need to establish a strong enemy for yourself. "

So Chen Xiaolian got out of the car and went up to try to knock on the door.

But at this time. The sound of a car starting suddenly came from the manor.

Chen Xiaolian stepped back immediately.

The door of the manor slowly opened, and a black vintage car drove out.

Chen Xiaolian flashed behind a tree. Although it was only a quick glance, she saw that the countess was sitting in the back row of the car.

The car soon hit the street and headed towards the intersection.

I saw the spare tire in the car in the distance, so I do n’t need Chen Xiaolian to say hello. The spare tire had turned around and drove Chen Xiaolian into the car.

"Follow me!" Chen Xiaolian exhaled: "Strange, why did this nobleman go out so early in the morning?"

...

The Countess's car is fast and seems to be rushing somewhere. Chen Xiaolian's car has been chasing behind. On several occasions, Chen Xiaolian wanted to let the spare tire drive over to stop the other side, but there was a strange thought in his heart: This Countess did not light up early in the morning, but where did she go?

With this question, I just followed it all the way.

Cars are moving away from downtown London.

By the time Chen Xiaolian finally made up his mind, he had come to a remote place.

Chen Xiaolian took out his mobile phone and looked at the GPS map.

"Hager special zone?"

He froze for a moment.

"Head, this seems to be ... graveyard." The spare tire of the car suddenly spoke loudly: "Look ahead!"

The Countess's car has entered a large metal iron gate, and there is a quiet road inside. There are clearly signposts next to it that read: Highgate Cemetery.

It's a cemetery?

"Come on." Chen Xiaolian frowned.

...

In the depths of the cemetery, there seems to be a funeral being prepared on an open field.

The ground is a dug grave. There are also prepared cross-shaped tombstones.

There are also long chairs around, and a small tall wooden table.

Obviously, all this was prepared for a funeral.

The countess's car was parked by the road.

Butler Stewart stepped out of the car, opened the door, and helped the countess off.

She wears a long black dress with a staring expression. Holding her lips tightly, there was a touch of sadness in her eyes.

The driving is obviously a bodyguard, which can be seen from the dress and body.

The figure is burly and strong. The muscles stretch the suit tightly, and it is obvious that the outline of the holster under the armpit can be seen under the suit.

He stands by the car. Squinting around.

"Wait here." Steward whispered, but then steered the Countess and slowly walked towards the graveyard.

Standing in front of the tomb, the countess's expression seemed more and more sad, and there were some tears in her eyes.

Then, slowly, she gently took out a rose, bent down, and stroked one hand on the dirt next to the grave. He whispered a few words of prayer before throwing the rose into the grave.

"I'm sorry, I can't attend your funeral ... Your family rejected me, and they said that I was unwelcome. So I can only come so early, and before anyone arrives, say goodbye in advance . "

The countess's voice is very light and very light, with a trace of sadness in her voice: "I ... I always hate myself very much, maybe ... it's all my fault. I have hurt many people, hurt many people ... you are the last. I promise this tragedy will never happen again. I will not let innocent people be killed by me again.

I feel like a curse. I hate myself like this.

However, rest assured, I've tried my best to investigate this matter, and it seems that I've got a little frown.

I will definitely figure it out!

I swear to you here!

You ... rest in peace. "

The countess said, tears shed in the corners of her eyes. After gently wiping it off, he turned around and glanced at the steward Stewart.

Her mood seems very low, and apparently she is very weak at this moment. He shook his body.

The steward hurried up to support her.

"Stuart, you say, am I an ominous man?" The countess' voice was weak.

"No, my master." Stewart had a distress in his eyes, and said softly, "It's not your fault."

"Why did God let me suffer these pains? I have always been loyal to my faith!"

"No, no, no, we can't question God." Stewart shook his head straight and sank: "My master, all these difficulties will always pass."

"It will pass ... It will pass ..." The countess suddenly bit her lip: "Can you say this to Mr. Dawson? Can you say to Mr. Hampson? You can say to Schmitt Say it? "

Stuart closed his mouth, he just supported his mistress, step by step in the direction of the car.

...

The spare tire parked the car relatively far behind a bush.

Chen Xiaolian looked at the cemetery in the distance.

"What's going on? Come to the funeral so early? But there isn't anyone besides her."

Chen Xiaolian suddenly took a deep breath, he simply stepped out of the car and walked towards the countess!

"Hey !!!"

The bodyguard standing next to the car saw Chen Xiaolian, and he immediately made a defensive gesture. He opened his shirt with one hand and pulled out the gun at any time, while shouting at Chen Xiaolian: "What! After !!! "

Speaking, he has strode forward and stopped in front of the countess.

"Yes ... is you?!"

The countess saw the appearance of Chen Xiaolian, her face changed, and her eyes were shocked.

Her expression is almost like a ghost! !!

"Why are you here?" The countess looked at Chen Xiaolian, her voice even a little panic: "You ... you ..."

"Don't get me wrong." Chen Xiaolian shrugged his shoulders and said frankly, "I didn't mean to offend you, nor did I watch you. In fact, I went to visit you, but you just happened to go out, so I had to follow here all the time. . "

The countess' eyes suddenly became very, very strange!

She looked at Chen Xiaolian with this kind of eyes, and looked at it for ten seconds, and then ... she spoke softly, and her tone seemed awkward: "So what are you asking me for?"

"Some things are true." Chen Xiaolian smiled bitterly: "Hmm ... are we talking here?"

He pointed to the desolate cemetery around.

The Countess's eyes suddenly flashed a passion!

This eagerness is like two flames!

She looked around, and she seemed to take a deep breath. Calm his emotions.

"Stuart?"

"Yes, master." The butler groaned slightly.

"I think I need to talk to this gentleman alone."

"Okay." The steward thought for a moment, pointing to the cemetery not far, there was a shed, woman, maybe you could rest there. "

...

This is a simple shed. Probably a place for artisans who build cemeteries and plants here.

Chen Xiaolian and the countess are standing in the shed.

Although there is a place to sit here, it is clear that the countess has no intention of sitting down and chatting.

No one else is around.

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian and said slowly, "Who the **** are you!"

Chen Xiaolian: "Uh ... uh?!"

In an instant, Chen Xiaolian suddenly realized that he had made a mistake! !!

Miao Yan said a few words to herself when she broke up with Miao Yan last time!

"I would like to ask you to stay away from my exclusive number ... as far as we meet tonight, I will completely delete the memory of the exclusive number, and wash it from the time you met before ..."

That is ...

If Miao Yan had deleted the memory of this exclusive number ...

The countess in front of her. It should be ... I don't know myself at all! !!

Miao Yan's meaning must be the earliest time that the countess met with herself: the encounter at the elevator door of the hotel in Tokyo, Japan, and meeting again in London a few days ago. All these memories have been deleted. Correct!

Chen Xiaolian's face changed, staring at the countess: "You don't know me?!"

The countess' look was even stranger. She looked at Chen Xiaolian: "I don't know ... but I know you!"

This sentence is even stranger!

...

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian, her expression was very strange.

She then suddenly opened her handbag and took out a few pieces of paper from it.

These pieces of paper are very strange.

Each one is a sketch drawn with a pencil. It's just ... each one is just a part of a person's face.

Some have a nose. Some are eyes and some are mouths. Some are ears, some are foreheads.

The countess then put these pieces of paper together in front of Chen Xiaolian.

Finally formed a human face ...

Chen Xiaolian recognized it with one glance.

This ... it's him!

...

"I always have a strange feeling, I always have short-term memory loss. This feeling has tortured me for many years, and I often encounter some strange things. These things can not be used normally Make sense to explain. "

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian: "I don't know who you are. But ... I found these in my own house!"

Chen Xiaolian: "..."

"I can tell who the artist is at a glance ... the person who paints these things is myself! I can recognize my own style of painting!

But it's weird that I clearly don't remember I painted these things!

I think about it, then there is only one explanation! "

The countess stared at Chen Xiaolian, and her mood suddenly lost her mind.

She grabbed Chen Xiaolian's sleeve. The body shivered slightly, there seemed to be fear, shock, excitement, and a touch of help ... for help!

"The only explanation is: I knew you before! Then, I knew that I might lose these memories! So I drew your picture and spread it out to hide it, behind each one All use simple passwords that I only understand to guide me to the next one.

Finally, I got these pieces together and spelled out your face!

Because ...

I knew I would lose memory! So I deliberately painted these pictures to remind myself of the future! "

The countess suddenly held Chen Xiaolian's hand and tightened, her voice was even sharp.

"Who the **** are you! Why do I paint you! How did we know each other? And ... I ... who the **** am I !!!

Who am I! !! !!

Why do I lose these memories! !!

What the **** happened to me! !! !! "

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[When I write here, I suddenly feel that the role of the Countess is actually very pitiful ...]

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& ... (to be continued ...)