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"Is Mr. Gu here?" A man sitting in a swivel chair facing the door spoke as Gu Yan entered.
"Yes," Gu Yan nodded.
"It seems a bit late today; it's indeed inconvenient to travel on a rainy day."
"I just encountered something interesting on the way," Gu Yan said with a smile, raising the book in his hand.
The man across from him was in his forties, of East Asian descent, with light stubble and glasses. His eyes held a glimmer of shrewd calculation, but his gentle demeanor made him seem completely unthreatening.
"Hmm, a Fairy Tale Book?"
Gu Yan did not respond directly. He walked over and sat down in the chair opposite the man, casually placing the book on the table. This desk was different from an ordinary one; it seemed designed for easier conversation between the two, with chairs on both sides and soft padding, making it comfortable enough to take a nap without feeling uncomfortable afterward.
"However, Dr. Li, even though I arrived late, it seems the previous guest just left."
Dr. Li squinted. "How do you know that?"
"When I came in through the back door, the umbrella stand was wet. The rain started suddenly not long ago. Generally, people wouldn't come in through the back door, would they?"
"If that's the case, then Mr. Gu, you must not be an ordinary person."
Gu Yan shrugged. "Speaking of which, what news did the previous guest bring? Is there any situation?"
"Not much is clear yet. From the information I just received, I found out that the house by the seaside was entirely chosen by you alone. The person in charge said it was Mr. Gu Yan who called to request the villa, and no one else handled the selection documents. But according to what you said..." Dr. Li hesitated.
"According to what I said, my father arranged all these matters for me," Gu Yan interjected.
"But at least it proves one thing: your intuition is correct. Your father is indeed hiding something."
Gu Yan nodded. "Ever since I returned from vacation by the seaside, I've been feeling unwell. Every time I try to recall past events in detail, I get headaches, and many memories are hazy. I can't pinpoint exactly what the problem is, but something feels off."
"Yet your father’s doctor has been trying to cover up these issues."
"Yes. He keeps emphasizing that these things are unimportant and tries to impose psychological suggestions on me. He shouldn't dare to act on his own unless under my father's orders. I believe my father wouldn't harm me, but I also can't accept being deceived—this is why I initially sought you out."
Dr. Li smiled. "Yes, at least here you can clearly understand your problems. Mr. Gu, I remember last time I asked you to recall your earliest conversation with your father."
"Yes. It was when I returned from the seaside trip. He reminisced about things from long ago and told me he helped choose the villa for me, mentioned we had an agreement, and expressed his hope that I would stay and take over his business."
Dr. Li gestured for Gu Yan to continue.
"I seem to remember what he said, but as you can see, there are discrepancies between reality and my memory."
"What was your mental state like at that time?"
"Regarding your mental state... I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem too good. After all, it's been a long journey back, and I feel a bit tired," Gu Yan reflected carefully.
"Mr. Gu, do you know about déjà vu?" Dr. Li suddenly changed the topic and introduced a term.
"I've heard of it; it probably refers to a feeling of 'having been there before.'"
"The brain is a fascinating thing. Memories are generated in the brain, but sometimes you can't distinguish between what is real and what is imagined. Even if you have detailed memories of something, they might be fabricated by your brain. Moreover, déjà vu sometimes doesn't even require real memories; perhaps just a little trick from the other person, combined with the right time, place, and objects."
Dr. Li gazed into Gu Yan's eyes: "You can be easily deceived."
Gu Yan frowned slightly.
He said nonchalantly, "And the brain will actively help the other person deceive you, right?"
Dr. Li shrugged: "That's just my speculation. Perhaps the reality isn't like that."
"I think there's some truth to that speculation. But then comes the next question."
Dr. Li looked at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan continued, "If my father really tried to disrupt my memories, what would be his reason? If he wanted me to take over his business and induced me for that purpose, he wouldn't need to go through such lengths. Even if I ventured out into the world, I would eventually return home one day. He has never been this anxious. Unless there’s something that makes him think I might leave him and not follow the original path."
Dr. Li nodded: "So the current doubt lies in what Mr. Gu knew before you returned home that led him to take such actions. Fabricating a memory is meant to cover up a truth. As far as we know, the current investigation shows that the breakthrough point lies in that villa by the sea; the reason for its purchase contradicts what your father said—he wants you to believe he chose that house. So my question now is, do you remember anything about vacationing by the sea?"
Gu Yan tried hard to recall but came up empty; he showed an apologetic look and appeared somewhat dejected.
"Don't remember?"
"I have no impression of it at all."
The rain outside fell heavier, showing no signs of stopping. The dark clouds piled up like whispering crows, pouring down all the raindrops.
Dr. Li sighed, adjusted his posture, and leaned deeply into the soft chair: "Well, it's okay. We can approach this from other angles. Speaking of which, how about that villa? Have you been back to see it?"
"I bought it before I left. I haven't gone back; partly because I was afraid of attracting my father's attention, and partly because I simply didn't have time. But I sent someone back to check on it; they found nothing unusual—it was just an ordinary house."
"Mr. Gu, the déjà vu phenomenon I mentioned earlier only fabricates some vague things; it doesn't actually make you forget everything. If you've completely forgotten the causes and processes of these events, your father alone couldn't achieve that. This means something went wrong before your father guided your memories again; he merely filled in that blank with what he wanted. So what force caused your memory to have gaps? To be honest, in my years of practice, this is the first time I've encountered such a situation."
Gu Yan irritably rubbed his head and smiled wryly: "What a coincidence; it's also my first time needing to see a psychologist."
Dr. Li continued: "One last thing—what made your father prepare everything in advance, waiting for your return to execute these actions perfectly? Perhaps we should check his communication records or correspondence details. We need more information."
Gu Yan stood up: "It's getting late; I'll leave this matter to you then. It's time for me to go. If I stay too long, it might raise my father's suspicions."
Dr. Li got up and walked around the desk to see Gu Yan off at the door.
Gu Yan indicated that it was enough to send it here and turned to leave when he was suddenly called by Dr. Li.
"Mr. Gu."
Gu Yan turned around.
"I have one last question for you, purely out of personal curiosity, of course, you can choose not to answer."
Gu Yan gestured for the person opposite him to go ahead.
"May I ask what drives you to pursue this so steadfastly? Because from my perspective, your current life is already something many people aspire to. Continuing like this doesn't seem bad at all, and as you said, your father certainly wouldn't harm you. If that's the case, why continue seeking the truth? Does the truth really matter?"
"You are right, Dr. Li." Gu Yan lowered his gaze. "Continuing like this isn't bad at all; I could easily choose to act as if nothing happened."
"But in my chest, there is a patch of blue scales. I don't know when it came to be, but every time I see it, a strange emotion wells up inside me. I can't quite explain it. I just feel like I've forgotten something. Something very important."
"If memory carries the essence of the soul, then I think perhaps I've been deprived of a part of my soul."
"I want to retrieve that thing."
"At any cost."
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