Chapter 165: Thanks to President Qu
"The last time I came to Biyou Village, you were tinkering with this furnace."Jiang Lan's tone was unusually serious.
"Village Chief Ma, besides turning ordinary people into extraordinary people, does this furnace have no other functions?"
Ma Xianhong was stunned, then stopped what he was doing, stood up, looked at Jiang Lan and said:
"Not now, but there will be sometime in the future."
Jiang Lan's eyes flickered, "Oh? What?"
"I want to use this stove to regain my lost memories."
Hearing this, Jiang Lan frowned slightly, "Recover lost memories, you lost your memory?"
"Yes." Ma Xianhong sat on the steps under the self-cultivation furnace, "Although these are all old things, I must get my memory back."
Jiang Lan was silent for a while.
"Recovering memories doesn't seem to be related to your self-cultivation furnace? Although I don't know the specific principle of the self-cultivation furnace, doesn't this thing allow the person in the furnace to imitate the circulation of the qi in the body of the furnace holder, so as to achieve the effect of awakening ordinary people's superpowers? So, what does this thing have to do with memory?"
After hearing Jiang Lan's words, Ma Xianhong was stunned.
Yes.
What is the relationship between the self-cultivation furnace and his memory?
Why did he think that as long as the self-cultivation furnace was perfected, it would help him regain his lost memories?
Thinking of this, Ma Xianhong felt a swelling pain in his brain.
After a while, the swelling and pain turned into severe pain, causing him to cover his head involuntarily.
The pain became more and more intense, and Ma Xianhong couldn't help but scream.
"Ugh..."
Jiang Lan frowned.
What's going on? Why such a big reaction?
Walking up to Ma Xianhong, Jiang Lan asked, "Are you okay?"
As Jiang Lan spoke, Ma Xianhong's screams came to an abrupt end.
He lowered his head, so Jiang Lan couldn't see his expression.
But after just a few seconds, Ma Xianhong raised his head again, and his facial expression had returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
He opened his mouth and said:
"The self-cultivation furnace is not that simple. You won't understand even if I tell you."
Jiang Lan frowned even more tightly.
Ma Xianhong's performance was indeed a bit weird.
The contrast between the before and after is too great.
He was confused just now, but now he suddenly said that he didn't understand.
Suddenly, Jiang Lan had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he felt as if he had vaguely grasped something.
However, this vague inspiration was really hard to capture. He wanted to think deeply about it, but he had no clue for a while.
at this time.
"Village Chief Mada!"
Zhang Chulan's voice suddenly came from the door.
Ma Xianhong and Jiang Lan both looked towards the door.
Zhang Chulan was slightly startled when he saw Jiang Lan, then he smiled and greeted him, "Brother Jiang Lan."
"Yeah." Jiang Lan glanced at the two of them and said, "You guys chat, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Having said that, he walked straight out of the room without waiting for the other two's reaction.
Thinking about things, Jiang Lan returned to his room.
After walking along the way, the flash of inspiration in his mind became much clearer at this moment.
Ma Xianhong’s strange behavior, is it possible that his memory has been tampered with by someone?
Jiang Lan had never personally seen any supernatural power that could tamper with other people's memories, but the world is full of wonders.
If he were a normal person, he would definitely not behave like Ma Xianhong just now.
Jiang Lan knew that even Ma Xianhong couldn't understand why he could regain his memory after completing the self-cultivation furnace.
This feeling is like forcibly linking two unrelated things together.
This won't happen to normal people.
So, if his guess is correct, then there are only two possibilities left.
The first possibility is that Ma Xianhong is actually a mental patient. Jiang Lan remains skeptical about this possibility.
Some of the things Ma Xianhong did seemed really crazy to him.
But when he talks and chats normally, he seems like a completely normal person.
The second possibility is what he just thought of.
Ma Xianhong's memory may have been tampered with, or he may have been hypnotized.
Only if a deep-rooted idea is planted in his mind can Ma Xianhong be so sure and even make sense of it.
It can be seen from Ma Xianhong’s reaction at the beginning that he did not know any inevitable connection between his memory and the self-cultivation furnace.
However, it didn't take long before he stopped dwelling on the "most important" thing about pursuing him, and instead said that Jiang Lan didn't understand.
This situation is obviously abnormal.
Although Jiang Lan didn't understand, he was confident that he could understand some of it if Ma Xianhong really explained it.
But Ma Xianhong said nothing, so there was only one possibility left.
Even he himself didn't know, but his brain automatically found excuses and reasons for him to force himself to get over the matter.
Jiang Lan looked out the window, his eyes flickering.
Qu Tong...
The calculation is not shallow...
Previously, Jiang Lan thought that Qu Tong was just the person behind Ma Xianhong, and that the self-cultivation furnace was also built under her instructions.
But now it seems that Qu Tong's real identity should be a chess player.
In Qu Tong's eyes, everyone, including Ma Xianhong and even Jiang Lan, should be just pawns.
This can be seen from the fact that Qu Tong dared to reveal her identity in front of Jiang Lan.
Have no fear.
Apart from these four words, Jiang Lan couldn't think of any other explanation.
And his previous idea was wrong.
Originally, he thought that no matter what Qu Tong did, it would not affect him as long as he didn't get involved in this mess.
But now it seems that he is still too naive.
If it was really as Jiang Lan thought, then Qu Tong had already decided to drag him into the water the moment she found him.
"Ugh……"
Jiang Lan let out a long sigh.
Why do you have to pick on me, when you can pick on anyone else?
You made Ma Xianhong a mental patient, but I was already seriously ill...
A hint of scarlet crimson crept into Jiang Lan's eyes.
You like to play, right? I’ll play with you.
At this moment, the cell phone in Jiang Lan's pocket suddenly rang.
The scarlet color in his eyes faded a little, and he took out his cell phone and looked at the caller ID.
There was an unfamiliar number on the phone screen.
Jiang Lan's heart tightened and he felt something vaguely.
After answering the phone, Jiang Lan did not say anything, but put the phone to his ear and listened silently.
There was no one speaking on the other end of the phone either.
The silent atmosphere lasted for nearly a minute before a female voice suddenly rang out from the other end of the line.
"Xiao Jianglan, how have you been in the village these past two days? Are you okay?"
Jiang Lan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qu Tong.
Coincidence?
Just as I thought of Qu Tong, Qu Tong called me.
"Thanks to President Qu, I'm doing fine here. I eat well and sleep well. What's the matter? Do you want to talk to me?"
(End of this chapter)
