Genius Club

Chapter 1236: Chapter 57 The Real An Qing (Monthly Ticket Bonus!)_2

“The natural amnesia mechanism of the human brain is different from the amnesia caused by hibernation—it’s far more extraordinary and intricate, beyond what we can comprehend at this stage. Therefore, this Neural Electrocution Helmet can only be used to treat amnesia caused by long-term hibernation… For other types of amnesia, it has no effect.”

“The unfortunate part is precisely this. Currently, the longest hibernation duration among volunteers at Dragon Science Academy has not exceeded two years, so the amnesia threshold hasn’t been triggered… This means we haven’t had any patients for clinical trials.”

Indeed.

From now until eight years later, this Neural Electrocution Helmet will have no practical use.

It won’t be until 2033, when the world’s first batch of volunteers in Hibernation Pods reach the ten-year mark, that they’ll begin experiencing amnesia.

Clinical validation can only wait until then.

But…

Lin Xian thought about the author of the monumental masterpiece “The Devourer Emperor,” Maima.

Tomorrow, I’ll use her for an experiment.

…

On the following morning.

Lin Xian brought the photo album, VHS tape, and Panasonic player retrieved from Zhang Yuqian’s coffin, and together with Zhao Yingjun, arrived at Chu Shanhe’s estate.

He handed the photo album to Chu Shanhe and Su Xiuying, explaining its origin.

“This… Shanhe… This…”

Su Xiuying stared at the girl in the photo album who looked identical to her daughter Chu Anqing, down to a perfectly matching teardrop mole:

“This… This is An Qing! Isn’t this An Qing?”

Although Chu Shanhe had dominated the business world for years and seen countless major events, in this moment, his hands trembled and his jaw dropped as he looked at the photo album:

“Lin Xian, what’s going on here?”

“My apologies, Mister Chu.”

Lin Xian began by expressing regret:

“Actually, I should have shown you this photo album earlier, but the timing wasn’t right, and I hadn’t found the VHS player yet. So… I thought it would be better to wait till there was progress in the effort to locate An Qing, so I could explain everything clearly.”

What he said was true.

At that time, showing the album to Chu Shanhe would’ve only made them anxious. What positive outcome could that achieve?

Back then, he knew nothing about Millennium Stakes, could raise questions but provide no solutions, and would only add psychological strain to Chu Shanhe and Su Xiuying.

But now.

After a year of effort, he had gained a certain understanding of Millennium Stakes. At least… coming to see Chu Shanhe now, he could offer concrete solutions, along with a plan and hope for saving Chu Anqing.

“The girl in the photo indeed looks identical to Chu Anqing. She was born in 1980 and her name was Zhang Yuqian…”

Lin Xian detailed Zhang Yuqian’s background, as well as the events leading to her disappearance, thoroughly.

Afterward.

He connected the VHS player to the television and played Zhang Yuqian’s nightmare video for them.

“Nightmare…”

Su Xiuying’s eyes widened after watching the VHS tape:

“An Qing… An Qing also said she often had nightmares, but whenever we asked her what she dreamt about, she would say she forgot.”

“We never thought much of it. Later, as An Qing grew older and stopped mentioning it, we also forgot about it. After all… nightmares are so common; they don’t disrupt daily life or mental health, so it didn’t seem significant.”

Lin Xian nodded.

“An Qing also mentioned this to me during the New Year banquet, but I didn’t take it seriously at the time. It was only after seeing this tape that I realized its importance.”

“Every Millennium Stakes girl seems to experience the same thing—having the same nightmare every night but forgetting all about it within one or two seconds of waking up, completely and utterly.”

“Most of the time, people wake from dreams gradually, not even remembering if they dreamt at all. Only under circumstances like Zhang Yuqian in the VHS tape—being abruptly awakened and immediately questioned—can we obtain brief snippets.”

Su Xiuying listened intently.

However…

Chu Shanhe sat on the sofa, leaning forward, his face creased in worry.

He lifted his head and pointed to the VHS player:

“Lin Xian, can you rewind the tape a bit? I want to rewatch the last segment—the part after she wakes up and starts blurting nonsense.”

Since the machine didn’t have a remote control, Lin Xian got up and pressed the rewind button, then played the tape.

On the television screen.

A sleeping Zhang Yuqian was once again awakened by her friend, who tapped her forehead. Groggy, she muttered keywords like “1952,” “mushroom cloud,” “newspaper,” and “Einstein”…

“This is it!”

Chu Shanhe suddenly stood up, pointing at Zhang Yuqian rubbing her eyes on the screen:

“An Qing… An Qing did the same thing! I remember now!”

“What?”

Lin Xian stood up as well.

This was a major clue!

“Mister Chu, are you saying An Qing also muttered nonsense like this after waking up?”

Chu Shanhe nodded solemnly.

He turned to Lin Xian:

“That happened when An Qing was very young, probably during middle school summer vacation. One afternoon, I came home to find An Qing asleep on the sofa, with the television still on.”

“Since we were expecting guests, I woke her up, telling her to go sleep in her room instead. When she didn’t wake up the first time, I shook her harder the second time to wake her up completely.”

“I scolded her, saying, ‘Sleeping so deeply during the day—are you staying up at night secretly playing with your phone?’ Then…”

Recalling his daughter’s moments, Chu Shanhe closed his eyes and exhaled deeply through his nose:

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