Chapter 2 The Man with Amnesia 2

  This is the seventh day that Lei has been in this city, and he has almost run through the entire city. According to his intuition or residual memories, he came here. This place is the old town of the city, which will be demolished and rebuilt soon. The residents around have almost all moved away, making it look like a dead city. Lei walked on the ancient streets, looking at the scenery around him, with a feeling of familiarity, his heart kept calling out: "I, I must have been here before."

  Lei stopped in front of the house number 6, Spring Flower Seven Alley. It was an old and dilapidated courtyard, with only a single-story flat house visible from the entrance. However, this flat house gave Lei a huge shock. "Ah!", his intense brain waves made his head ache again, now he could be very certain that he had been to this courtyard before. From the spider web on the door, it was clear that the owner of this house had left earlier than other residents. Lei brushed away the cobwebs with his hand, revealing a rusty iron-headed general underneath - an old three-ring lock. Just as Lei took out his military knife from his inner clothes to pry open the lock, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, and he put the knife back again. He stepped back and lifted up a brick on the ground, revealing a key covered with rust. Lei picked up the key and looked at it - it was a three-ring key. He raised his head and looked at the three-ring lock, perhaps this was the door key.

  With a "click", the iron-headed general was opened, which also confirmed Le's previous idea that the key under the brick was indeed the door key. Le pushed open the large gate and slowly walked inside, but his mind kept thinking: "Why did I know the key was under the brick? What is this place? Why did I come here? Is this my old home?"

  The yard was covered with fallen leaves, and the spider web on the door earlier gave Le a feeling that the owner of this place hadn't been here for a long time. Stepping across the yard, Le arrived at the front door, he reached out to turn the doorknob, "click", the door opened easily, surprisingly it wasn't locked. Le stepped inside, a musty smell hit his nose, but for a homeless person like Le, this was nothing unusual. The dim light in the house made Le's eyes take some time to adjust, he instinctively reached behind the door and found a pull cord, then pulled it down, "click", with the sound, the room lit up.

  At this time, Lei stopped there, from the door key hidden under the brick earlier to the light switch behind the door now. If he was here for the first time, why would he know where these things were? Lei looked around the room and saw that except for an old table and a few broken chairs, there was nothing else. He turned his head to his right, where there was a large door leading to another room. He walked over and opened it. A stronger musty smell came out, and it seemed that this room was the bedroom, because except for a single wooden bed board and a yellowed quilt, there was nothing else. The musty smell in this room must have come from the yellowed quilt. Lei didn't care if the quilt was moldy or not, he walked over and lay down naturally, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "What a familiar feeling! What is this place? Who am I?" As he thought about it, Lei fell asleep again, he was really too hungry and too tired.

  "Ah!"

  As he let out a loud cry, Lei sat up in bed, having had the same dream again. He leaned his body against the wall to make himself slightly more comfortable, and let out a light sigh as he smiled wryly: "Even if that dream really did happen, there's no need to have it every day, and each time the dream is so realistic... could it be that I've done something wrong, and heaven wants me to experience that pain again and again?"

  At this time, he felt that his right hand had touched something. He looked down and found a cigarette stuck in the gap between the wall and the bed. Lei picked up the cigarette, which like the quilt under his buttocks, had not escaped the fate of getting moldy, and even the brand on it could no longer be seen. Lei rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a box of matches he had picked up from the street two days ago. The matchbox read "XX Grand Hotel", apparently left behind by some guest who had carelessly discarded it after lighting their cigarette. Lei took out the last match, put the cigarette in his mouth, and wondered if he used to smoke or not. Maybe taking a puff would help him remember something.

  "Hereby..."

  The match and the match skin rubbed against each other and ignited, and compared to the light in the house, the light emitted by this match was so weak. Lei moved the match under the cigarette and took a hard puff, the flame moved towards the cigarette as Lei inhaled, and the cigarette also ignited under the high temperature of the flame.

  "Cough...cough..."

  The cigarette didn't bring anything to mind for Lei, but instead made him cough violently. Just as he was gasping for air, his thumb and index finger on his right hand felt a burning pain. He instinctively shook his hand, only to find that the match was about to burn out. After catching his breath, Lei looked at the cigarette in his hand and muttered to himself, "Looks like you can't help me." With that, he casually tossed the cigarette onto the ground.

  Lei leaned his head back against the wall, re-examining the bedroom: "If I really lived here before, there must be something left to help me recover my memory." As soon as he thought of this, Lei jumped off the bed and searched around. After a thorough search, there was nothing useful left behind. However, Lei took out the military knife again and tapped it against various objects.

  "Dang... Thud."

  Lei struck the walls all around, and when he hit the floor under the bed, a different sound finally came. A smile appeared on Lei's face, it had been a year, and in that year, he had been searching constantly, maybe today he would know everything he wanted to know. Lei moved the bed away, then started digging with his military knife, but he didn't exert much effort, because all he did was lift up a layer of floor tiles, and just one centimeter below, a wooden board appeared. It was a 50cm long and 40cm wide wooden board, Lei reached out to take the board away, and in front of him appeared an iron box.

  The iron box was taken out by Lei and placed on the bed board, it was just an ordinary iron box, like a car accessory toolbox, 35 cm long, 20 cm wide, and 15 cm high. There was also a "three-ring" lock hanging on the iron box, but this time Lei couldn't find the key. He picked up his military knife and inserted the tip of the blade into the keyhole. He closed his eyes and felt the slight friction between the blade and the keyhole, then applied force and twisted it, "click", the lock was opened. Lei removed the lock from the iron box and placed it aside, as if he didn't know why he was so good at unlocking, nor did he know why he could open locks.

  Lei's eyes stared at the iron box, his hands gently placed on both sides of the iron box. Now there was no Iron General to stop him, but he suddenly felt a little afraid to open this iron box. What exactly was inside this iron box? Why was it buried underground? Could it tell him what he wanted to know, or was it something he least wanted to know?

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