Chapter 379 Finding Memory (2)

After arriving, An Ziqi found out that Simon had brought her to Paris.

After six years, An Ziqi couldn't tell what kind of feeling she felt when she set foot on this land again.

She used to like reading suspense mystery novels very much, and liked to watch the protagonists solve mysteries one by one.

But only now did she discover that she herself was the biggest mystery.

After lunch, Simon took her to an old neighborhood.

An Ziqi looked at the narrow alleys and dilapidated buildings in front of her. It was hard to imagine that there was still such a place in Paris, the fashion capital of the world.

"I bought this block before, and it has been kept as it was when you left six years ago."

Simon said as he led her into one of the buildings.

At the beginning, he bought the block in the name of a developer.

Except for the building where An Ziqi was originally located, he did not expel the residents from other places, and they all kept their original appearance.

He was looking forward to the day when An Ziqi would come back here, but he didn't expect that the wait would last for six years.

Simon stopped in front of a door on the third floor, stretched out his hand and pushed it lightly, and opened the door.

"This is where you lived six years ago."

An Ziqi walked in, looking around curiously.

This is a small apartment with one bedroom and one living room. Small pink floral curtains are hung on the windows of the living room, and there are a few small flower pots on the windowsill, with a few green mimosa plants planted in them.

An Ziqi stepped forward and touched it lightly with her fingers, the tiny leaves immediately curled up shyly, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of her lips.

On the sofa are the same floral pillows as the curtains.

Walking into the small bedroom, there are some notes scattered on the desk.

The room was clean and tidy, transparent and bright, as if there were still people living there.

Apparently someone came by and cleaned it on a regular basis.

An Ziqi picked up a notebook casually, and stroked the delicate handwriting with her fingertips.

She will not admit it wrong, this is indeed her word.

From the floral curtains, to the mimosa on the window sill, and even the layout of the room, everything here is arranged according to her preferences, and there are traces of her life everywhere.

However, she didn't have the slightest impression.

Simon walked to the wardrobe opposite the bed, opened the door, smiled and said to her, "Remember this?"

An Ziqi looked up.

"You put me here back then."

Simon pointed to the small wardrobe.

An Ziqi thought hard, then shook her head, "I don't know."

Simon shrugged and didn't force her.

An Ziqi turned her head, put away the notes on the table, opened the drawer, and found a diary inside.

the other side.

Xiao Moli stood in the center of the orphanage.

Her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her face was extremely gloomy.

Today is the death day of those 128 people.

In my mind, the images of those innocent deaths and the rain of blood are still emerging.

The screams seemed to still be echoing in my ears.

Feeling depressed like dark clouds before a storm.

No matter how much they searched about what happened back then, there was no clue at all.

The fists beside him were clenched tightly.

One day, he must find out the person who plotted against him back then.

out of the orphanage.

I habitually drove to the alley that year.

Standing at the corner, looking at the empty alley in front of you.

It was here that he was rescued by Bai Xin'er back then.

Sometimes he would think that if he died here that year, those 128 people must still be alive and well.