Even so, the weather was still not hot.
Not exactly.
To me, it's more like the weather isn't cold.
Even in the middle of the night, you could still meet some people on the streets.
A man in a full suit and a briefcase with a tie was hurrying along the path, his face lowered and his features shadowed.
A loafer sat under the light of a vending machine, his head swimming in a mixture of strong alcohol and anaesthetic.
The homeless people wandering around the 24-hour convenience store might be wondering how they were going to destroy the convenience store or just looking for a safe place.
Who knew why these people would find themselves walking on a dangerous street in the middle of the night?
I don't even know my own reasons.
I'm just doing what I've done before.
Two years ago.
At a different time, I was on the cusp of entering my second year of high school.
But on that rainy night, I was involved in an unfortunate traffic accident.
I was immediately sent to the hospital.
Obviously, I didn't suffer too much physical damage. There were almost no injuries, nothing serious, but other than that, there was nothing.
If this was really an accident, I would say that it was a rather clean accident.
On the other hand, the strange thing was that my brain had indeed suffered serious damage. During this period, I fell into a deep coma.
At least that's what they told me. That night was the only time I had difficulty remembering.
Because I didn't suffer any serious physical injuries, the hospital didn't give me too much pressure to survive. I subconsciously grabbed and groped for the last glimmer of hope in my life.
The probability of a coma patient having a relapse after six months is very small, but there are also abnormal cases like mine.
Two months ago, the doctors were so amazed at my recovery that it was as if they had seen a corpse crawl out of a grave.
I guess they never thought I'd tell them what to do like Lazar, I guess that's the little hope they've got for my case
。Although it might not be the same as their exaggerated reaction, I also had a surprise waiting for me. My memory became... Strange, strange, as if it came from another person's mind.
Simply put, I was detached from my memories and could not believe their authenticity. This was different from simple amnesia or memory loss.
As TKO said, the brain clearly had four systems or steps in processing memories: coding, storage, extraction, and recognition.
" Encode " is to record your impression of an experience as information in your brain.
" Storage " was actually to retain this impression or memory.
" Searching " referred to recalling stored information, or in other words, recalling.”
Acknowledge " was to confirm whether the information was the same as what had actually happened. If you fail in any of these steps, you will suffer from memory disorder.
Depending on which of these steps you fail, you get a very different case of memory disorder.
In my case, however, there was nothing wrong with any of these steps.
Although I couldn't treat my memories as my own, my " cognition " worked because I could treat my memories as past experiences.
Even so, I still couldn't believe these memories.
I didn't really feel that I was the same Shiki I used to be.
Maybe it was some other Shiki, some other high school student, or someone else who had an accident.
But I've already seen these documents. I'm Shiki.
At least, that's what my brain told me.
Two years of oblivion had left me empty, if not empty, then not something next to it.
It destroyed everything in my heart, cutting off the connection between my memories and my personality. Two years of "life" was like an empty shell, on the border of emptiness.
Although the drama here was pitifully little compared to social rejection, I was still worried.
All my memories are just reflections on the water. I don't know if I'm a reflection or a real thing.
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