Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yuanqing decided to use his "old disease" to restart his memory.

He first poured cold water into the glass, took out the medicine bottle from the bedside table, unscrewed it, and then took off his shoes and lay on the bed.

After doing all this, he closed his eyes, remained motionless, and visualized his father's face in his mind.

The condition for active triggering of the old disease is to calm down and imagine a picture, preferably one that has been seen before but can't remember clearly.

This will stimulate the vitality of the brain, slowly warm up, and finally the brain will boil.

After many years, my father's face has long been blurred, and he is the perfect object.

Time passed by, and his father's face gradually changed from blurred to clear, and finally the details were fully visible, while Zhang Yuanqing's heart beat violently, like an overloaded engine.

At this moment, time seemed to flow backwards, and the picture from an hour ago, like a film and television drama, flashed by frame by frame.

He saw himself unpacking the courier package, reading the letter, putting the black card into the jacket pocket, and sending a message to Brother Bing next.

After arriving here, for the next half an hour, he sat motionless at the table, watched short videos for more than ten minutes, and exchanged a few pictures with lsps in the game group.

Saved a few high-quality pictures.

Then I read the novel for a few minutes, and because I was always thinking about the card, I called Brother Bing.

After the phone call, the critical moment came. He hurriedly walked around the room. This is the time when cards are most likely to be dropped.

In the memory picture, he saw himself frowning and pacing the room, then reached out to touch the black card and found that the card was gone.

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of horror.

Gone? !

The black card just disappeared, disappearing out of thin air.

What the hell did Brother Bing send me... For a moment, his scalp tingled.

Before he had time to think about it, chaotic noises sounded in his ears, like the voices of countless people superimposed together, and the broken images in his mind surged up like an erupting volcano.

Warm liquid flowed through Zhang Yuanqing's nose, and his head seemed to be driven into steel nails.

He crawled towards the head of the bed with a distorted expression, tremblingly poured out five small blue pills and stuffed them into his mouth, then tremblingly picked up the water glass, raised his head and swallowed the pills and water into his stomach together.

A moment later, Zhang Yuanqing sat on the head of the bed with a pale face, panting.

At this point, he can basically confirm that there is a certain connection between Bingge's disappearance and the black card.

"Bingge disappeared after sending me a black card, and that black card has something weird, obviously it's not an ordinary thing..."

This has to make people think that he may have been threatened and forced to transfer the items.

"But why didn't he hand it over to the local Public Security Bureau, instead he sent it to me."

Could it be that I, a college student who has never killed a chicken and never slept, is more reliable than a police officer in the police station?

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly thought of the detail that "the monitoring and dormitory staff did not notice anything abnormal".

And those who can achieve this level must have a certain amount of power.

Brother Bing didn't turn in his black card to the local Public Security Bureau because...the Public Security Bureau is also untrustworthy? JrNovels.com