I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 839: He’s Only 89, Not Old at All

Chapter 839: Chapter 839: He’s Only 89, Not Old at All

Upon entering the office of the director of academic affairs, you noticed two men sitting on the sofa, chatting. Seeing you enter, they stood up, and one of them, wearing black-framed glasses, reached out his hand with a smile.

"Hello, are you Teacher Mu?"

"Hello, I am Mu Yun."

"My name is Hong Chuange, and I’m from the city criminal investigation team." As he spoke, Hong Chuange introduced the man beside him, "This is my colleague, Huang Jun."

You shook hands with both of them.

Once all four of you were seated, the director of academic affairs said, "Xiao Mu, these two are officers from the city criminal investigation team. They are here to investigate the recent case of Zhang Xiaohui being poisoned."

Poisoned?

You were slightly startled, and immediately understood the situation. To avoid making a big fuss, both the school and the parents had chosen to keep silent, after all, it concerned the school’s reputation and Zhang Xiaohui’s future.

The older man then said to you, "We have temporarily suppressed this matter, but considering that the culprit is still at large, we must find the mastermind behind this soon. We absolutely cannot allow more innocent children to get hurt."

You nodded, "I will definitely cooperate as much as I can."

"As we both know, this matter is not simple; that’s precisely why Captain Xian has sent us."

Upon hearing this, you blinked, speculating that these two seemed not to be in the same department as Xian Qianling. However, you weren’t very familiar with the police department’s internal structure, so you didn’t ask further but instead repeated the details of the day again.

While you were speaking, Huang Jun was writing notes, and Hong Chuange listened attentively.

One detail caught your attention: while you were speaking, Hong Chuange’s right hand was gently tapping on the sofa, as if he were plucking at some invisible instrument.

After you finished speaking, Hong Chuange smiled and asked, "Is there any other information?"

"No, you might not know, but a while ago I went out with a few friends and accidentally fell from a ridge, injured my brain, and then, just like in an eight o’clock soap opera, I lost my memory."

"You lost your memory?"

"Yes." You nodded helplessly.

Hong Chuange fell silent for a moment, then spoke, "Teacher Mu, I have some understanding of human memory. Generally, all information we encounter in everyday life is temporarily stored in the hippocampus, and only a very few memories are transferred to the cerebral cortex through repeated mentioning, becoming permanent memories. Medically speaking, amnesia is also a kind of protective measure, perhaps because you don’t want to remember certain people or events."

"Ah..." You pondered for a moment before responding, "Perhaps, that really is the case."

Thinking about Xian Qianling and the other two girlfriends she mentioned, perhaps it really was because you didn’t want to get involved in complicated emotional entanglements anymore that you chose to forget.

However...

"Why did she say my original name was Li Muyun, and not just Mu Yun? And what exactly is my relation to Mu Yun?" you wondered to yourself.

The events of the past few days had informed you that you were not actually Mu Yun, but merely bore a striking resemblance to him. Now, you were using his identity only out of necessity, an identity that you would have to return to him sooner or later, yet, you still didn’t know where Mu Yun was or even if returning the identity was feasible.

Seeing you still frowning, Hong Chuange said, "If you ever want to recover your memory, or even just parts of it, you can come to me."

With that, Hong Chuange handed you his business card.

You glanced at the card, and were somewhat surprised to see that not only was he a criminal detective, but he also ran a music therapy studio.

Of course, you weren’t familiar with what a music therapy studio entailed, but this man didn’t give you a bad impression, watching his departing figure, you thought that maybe when you had things figured out, you really should visit their studio.

After all, one cannot live without any basis; memory is a part of oneself, an important part. Without memories, what difference is there from being dead?

The following days passed relatively smoothly.

During this time, you and Xu Hai only spoke once on the phone; that guy seemed to be out at sea on a yacht with some beauties, truly an alien world to you.

Though envious,

regarding Xian Qianling, after that day, you didn’t know why, but she seemed to have disappeared from your world altogether.

You didn’t specifically call her, after all, your relationship with her was rather special, not yet crossing a certain threshold.

Ah, ah...

Men and women on the streets hugged and cuddled, their youthful figures a sight of envy.

In the late afternoon, you dragged your weary body up to the dormitory you rented.

Tired...

In the traditional view of the students, teachers only need to teach a few classes a day and then assign a ton of homework to them, which surely means teachers have ample leisure time; but except for teachers who don’t teach core subjects like sports, music, or art, those related to academic advancement truly have it tough.

How tough? Only those who experience it know, alas!

You suddenly felt that being a teacher wasn’t quite fit for humans, especially in such an environment. Although your place wasn’t far from the school, you were under significant academic pressure and needed to save money, but the salary was just too low.

"When will I be able to afford a house," you sighed heavily as you finally climbed up to your floor.

Just then, a wrinkled hand reached out from behind and gently patted your shoulder.

Hmm!

You shivered involuntarily and jumped aside, your expression one of horror as you turned to look behind.

"Young man, why waste your youth sighing and moaning instead of enjoying it?"

"Eh?"

You stared blankly at the old lady in front of you.

Seeing you staring straight at her, she squeezed her wrinkled face into a smile and teased, "What, have you fallen in love with me at first sight?"

You covered your forehead, utterly speechless at the old lady’s remark...

"Old lady, do you live on this floor? I’ve never seen you before."

At this, the old lady immediately looked displeased, her eyes widening as she retorted, "Old lady? I’m only eighty-nine, not even ninety yet. How am I old?"

Err...

You found yourself at a loss for words.

Then, she smiled again and took your hand as if she were a kindly grandmother, comforting you, "Young man, let me tell you, the difficulties of life are constant."

"Constant?"

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