My Archangel

At this moment, he was about to finish the entire laboratory inspection... still had nothing to gain, and even those lost memories had never shown signs of recovery from the scene.

'Well, this... Isn't this forcing me to use plan B?'

The corners of his eyes twitched, Qiao Wen was silent for a moment, and finally just sighed slightly.

Because he realized that he was probably only a little short of implementing Plan B.

Of course, this so-called plan B is not a good plan.

If you insist, at best, it's just a bitter trick that you have to use when you are desperate.

For example...Let yourself become a state of being corroded by dark matter just like the quilt angel, and then bet that the witch will use the special medicine mentioned in the notebook and used it on herself three years ago to save herself .

At that time, Qiao Wen had hope to get close to the so-called special medicine, and then thought of a way to operate.

Of course, he didn't intend to injure himself to the level of a quilt. Even when he had to use this risky plan, he was only prepared to leave a small wound on his body.

A wound that is just large enough to allow the Wei Witch to take out a special medicine to treat him is enough, no larger one.

"However, I have searched the entire laboratory now, and I have not even been able to find the key props that can implement plan B... so that even plan B can't be activated directly..."

Qiao Wen has a headache now.

In order to execute plan B, he needs a very important key prop.

Because after he was about to search the laboratory, he found that he couldn't find the thing.

"...Where is that thing? Where is that thing? I remember that the witch used to be placed in the corner of this laboratory."

Seeing that there was almost only one option of implementing plan B at this time, Qiao Wen was helpless.

He is looking for a knife.

A small knife that once cut his arm three years ago, and the knife was covered with dark matter everywhere.

Talking directly with the Victoria Witch to ask her to save people will definitely not work, and if you want to implement the bitter trick of plan B to deceive the medicine, at least Qiao Wen will have to become a state of being corroded by dark matter just like the quilt angel There is room for manipulation.

But now, he hasn't even found the only knife related to dark matter in his impression...

Qiao Wen clearly remembered that the knife was almost always thrown away in this laboratory...

However, at this moment, after spending a lot of time and almost searching the laboratory, Qiao Wen still failed to find such a thing.

The black mist knife that she could see almost every time she passed by the door of the laboratory in the past... At this moment, it seemed as if it was hidden by someone and disappeared.

"...No, for the time being... there is another place in this laboratory that I haven't looked for."

With a silent sigh, Qiao Wen seemed to be vaguely aware of something, slowly turning his gaze, and casting his gaze on the experimental table not far away that was piled up in the corner of the laboratory.

Now, Qiao Wen has explored the places where things can be hidden in the entire laboratory, and now only the table has not been found.

How to put it... At this moment, staring at the experimental table, Qiao Wen almost instinctively developed a sense of rejection.

Because in the memory of such a short scene that he has now recovered, the experimental table not far away... seems to be the table he was tied to to prepare for surgery.

"...Speaking of which, if you think about it, since I walked into this laboratory a few hours ago, no...probably since three years ago, I would subconsciously walk around that table almost every time."

After realizing this strange detail, Qiao Wen was taken aback.

"Is it because I subconsciously remember that the table is where I served it? Am I... scared?"

Then... he suddenly thought of something, the expression on his face suddenly changed slightly: "Wait a minute, before I just looked at a short description recorded in that little book... The scene tied to the table, now that I have seen this table that obviously evokes my memory...Why should I avoid it?"

At this moment, after suddenly realizing this, the thoughts in Qiao Wen's mind that had become a little messy due to hours of continuous searching instantly became smooth.

'Now I’m directly close to the table where I was tied at the time. I might be able to recall the entire experiment that happened to me three years ago, and then I can know that after I was corroded... What medicine saved me.'

Thinking of this, Qiao Wen no longer hesitated. He gritted his teeth slightly, overcoming the almost instinctive idea of ​​wanting to stay away from the table, and took the initiative to move forward.

"Huh? This is... the divine power factor?"

After approaching, Qiao Wen found that at the corner of this table, there seemed to be some fluorescence that looked like a supernatural factor.

"As far as it seems, it's only possible that this thing was left by the demon head...could it be that she didn't sleep last night because of what had been done here?"

This doubt emerged in his mind. Qiao Wen was silent for a moment, and then he moved his gaze away from these divine power factors: "The important thing now is to see if I can actually touch this table to stimulate my head to recover further. memory……"

Taking a deep breath, Qiao Wen hesitated while staring at the table, then voluntarily turned to the table and lay on it sideways.

Thinking about it, he felt that the best way to stimulate the memory that had been eroded and forgotten was to reproduce the scene...

So, after lying on the table, Qiao Wen recalled the short scene in his memory, slightly raised his hands and put them behind his head, re-enacting the scene when he was tied to the experiment table.

Noisy--

And at the moment he made this move, those divine power factors remaining on the corner of the table seemed to be stimulated by some kind of sudden, and suddenly began to glow!

Then... Qiao Wen felt that the scenery he saw in front of him was covered by light in an instant and changed.

When Qiao Wen opened his eyes again, he found that he, who was originally lying on the experimental table, had moved a little farther away from the experimental table for some reason.

At this time, the experimental table... is tied to another "self".

A "self" that looks smaller than it is now.

And right next to "I", the woman holding a black misty knife in her hand...is Vina.

"Wait, this...couldn't it be me when I was twelve? Now this is the reappearance of the scene? Why?"

After realizing that everything in front of him was the scene three years ago, Qiao Wen blinked his glasses in surprise.

How is this going?

He has realized that here is clearly his memory online, but for some reason, he in reality has become a bystander.

——Am I, dying?

It was also at this moment that Qiao Wen suddenly felt an emotion feedback from his "self" who was tied to the experiment table.

'This... seems to be what I thought at the time?what happened?How do you look at this scene that has been going on for a long time, but it still gives me the illusion of empathy?'

After blinking, he felt a little surprised, but after he realized what would happen next in the picture before him, Qiao Wen held his breath and watched carefully.

"He is not Al...not Al..."

In the picture, with a knife in one hand, the wobbly maiden kept whispering for a while, and then as if she had made up some determination, she pierced the knife in her hand directly into the arm of "Qiao Wen".

"..."