Son-in-law's Romantic Life

I smiled and asked politely.    

The traffic policeman shivered again and his face turned pale. He stammered, "Erm, is this car yours? You are suspected of running a red light. Racing, going against the rules, going against the rules, driving in a dangerous manner, that... So you... "    

As he spoke, the traffic policeman felt like his tears were about to fall.    

My God, what exactly is going on with me? Do I have to be so stupid?    

These people in front of me are all demons who kill without blinking their eyes. I actually want to pay a ticket to this car. Am I still alive?    

"Oh, you're talking about this?" I smiled. "We're the police, and we're currently hunting down a group of fierce criminals. So, this should be understandable, right?"    

The traffic police nodded continuously. "Ah, it can be understood, it can be understood."    

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. I won't disturb your office anymore." After saying that, the traffic policeman quickly hopped onto his motorcycle. He hummed and prepared to leave.    

Perhaps he was afraid that I would give him another one from behind. As he drove, he looked back and accidentally dug a trench.    

"Be careful, no one is chasing you." I said with a smile from behind.    

The traffic policeman didn't dare to make a sound and ran away.    

When I went back, I was disqualified from being a driver. No matter what, Xin Yue wouldn't let me touch the steering wheel.    

I drive like a roller coaster. That kind of feeling is unbearable even after experiencing it once. Xin Yue definitely wouldn't want to do it again.    

She could only sit at the back. As for Xie Yao, she sat beside me and closely followed me.    

I roughly know that the two of us know each other. Our previous relationship. It should be pretty good, but I just can't remember what exactly happened before. This intimate action of mine makes me feel exceptionally awkward. I feel a little embarrassed.    

"How many more things can you remember?" Xie Yao whispered to me.    

I shook my head. "Not a lot. There are very few things that I can remember. It is probably something that happened in the prison. Also, it seems that I killed a lot of people and even got a helicopter out."    

I scratched my head and felt a little awkward.    

"Stop bragging. You even got a helicopter out. Why don't you go to the sky?" Xin Yue, who was speeding at a speed of 30 yards, heard my words and immediately mocked me in disdain.    

I smiled and didn't say anything. There's no need to bicker with a little girl, right?    

Speaking of which, it might only be a side effect of sitting in my car earlier. On the other hand, although Xin Yue was driving, her hands were constantly trembling. Originally, 30 yards was enough for her, and it even seemed like it would gradually decrease.    

At this rate of discovery, we estimated that we might need an hour to get home.    

"Do you only remember these things?" Xie Yao could not help but smile bitterly.    

It was no wonder. These things might have caused a great stir to me at that time, so these scenes have always been imprinted in my mind.    

I have forgotten all the other things except these bloody scenes that have been lingering in my heart and never disappeared.    

"You really killed a lot of people. 147 people. This is the number when the court decided. The real number might be much higher. It might be 300."    

"Helicopter, you did indeed have a fight." Xie Yao continued.    

Xin Yue, who was in front, could not help but widen her eyes. If these words did not come from Xie Yao's mouth, Xin Yue would definitely think that she was speaking nonsense.    

"Did you really kill so many people? Speaking of which, I am really a hopeless bad person." I smiled bitterly.    

"No, you are not a bad person. You are a good person. You are a very good person." Xie Yao immediately said.    

Was it very strange?    

He had clearly killed so many people and his hands were covered in blood. How could he still be called a good person?    

Or could it be that in Xie Yao's heart, the concept of a good person was different?    

"Does your head still hurt?" Xie Yao asked softly.    

Xie Yao could still remember the look of me when I had a headache. She knew that it was a kind of deep feeling.    

As long as she thought about the most painful part that I had to endure by myself, Xie Yao could not help but feel sad and wanted to cry.    

Compared to that, the wound on her shoulder was not worth mentioning.    

"There was a period of time where it was still very painful, but recently, it doesn't seem to be very important anymore. I can endure it." I rubbed my head and said.    

"When did your memories start to become chaotic? What else can you remember? When did your memories start to have problems? "    

"I don't think so. It has been a long time. Two years. Three years ago. My head hurt so much. It hurt so much that I want to die," Wang Yao said.    

I forgot a lot of things, but I remember a lot of things that happened during my time as a homeless person.    

However, those memories were not good memories. That kind of pain would really drive people crazy.    

That kind of pain even makes me somewhat afraid. I don't want to recall what exactly happened before. I am worried that it will make me feel even more pain.    

"It really hurts. It hurts so much that I want to commit suicide." Holding my head with both hands, my voice trembled. Compared to the pain from before, the pain now could even be said to be heaven. It was not worth mentioning.    

"I really committed suicide. I jumped off the bridge. Those who want to fall to their deaths, slam their heads against the rock, but they won't die. I jumped and tried to drown myself, but I was always rushed to the shore for no reason. "    

"The big truck drove over, and I rushed over. If I want to crash to my death, I'll be sent flying, but oh, I won't die."    

Thinking back to my previous experience, my body was trembling. There was a layer of dense goosebumps on my arms, and my eyes were filled with the most intense fear.    

"I saw someone holding a knife and chopping a rack, so I rushed over. I wanted them to chop me to death, but I was still alive."    

"I also don't know if I have done too many bad things before. I don't want to live anymore. Why does God still punish me like this? Even if I die, I won't die."    

"It hurts so much. I can't die again. It hurts all the time. When I gradually realize it again, I have become a beggar and a homeless man..."    

Xie Yao silently cried when she heard my voice. Just by listening to my words, Xie Yao could imagine what kind of life I had in the past.    

Perhaps it was because the tumor in the brain was too painful that this kind of memory disorder occurred.