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  The sea is blue, the sky is blue, a small private police plane cuts through the clouds and mist, its low hum spreading over the surface of the water, frightened seagulls flying across the water, leaving behind ripples.

  In the cabin, a long-haired man wearing handcuffs was meditating with his eyes closed. His legs were crossed over the seat in front of him and his toes were swinging rhythmically. Whenever someone passed by him and saw his face, they couldn't help but want to vomit up their breakfast.

  "Will San! Want some xiaolongbao?"

  A middle-aged man wearing a deep blue police uniform, with a white flag emblem embroidered on his chest that resembles a used sanitary napkin, spoke fluent English. The long-haired man opened his eyes, waved his hand and shouted in a strange tone: "Saximi? Yamed... Yamed..."

  A middle-aged man's forehead bulged with veins as he said indignantly, "Wilson! You don't have to speak Japanese, I can understand English. And besides, that phrase isn't used like that."

  The long-haired man showed a hint of surprise and said in English, "Isn't this how it's used? Is this phrase only usable in restricted movies?"

  The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Do you want to eat something? If not now, then it will have to wait six hours later."

  "Do you have mashed potatoes or toast with ham? Oh, and can you take off my handcuffs first?" The long-haired man raised his hands, and the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before shrugging and smiling, "We're at an altitude of almost 10,000 meters, I'm not going anywhere."

  "Alright!" The middle-aged man helped him open the handcuffs and said, "No potato toast, only sushi and curry rice, what do you want to eat?"

  "Sushi it is!"

  The attendants in the cabin were quietly eating their meals, and the long-haired man took a bite of sushi and asked vaguely: "Is Sora Aoi your idol?"

  The middle-aged man's mouth twitched twice and he opened his mouth with difficulty: "No!"

  "Her acting is really good, she has a lot of poses, are all women in our country like her?"

  "Not the same!"

  The long-haired man looked up and sighed, "She lies naked in front of the camera for survival, while some people stand elegantly in front of the camera for personal desires and deception. These are her words. Such a straightforward woman, I think she can be an imperial concubine."

  “…………”

  At this moment, the plane suddenly shook violently and then the cabin began to tilt. The crew members were caught off guard and fell all over the cabin, they had no idea what was happening and were frightened out of their wits.

  The long-haired man controlled his body balance and grabbed a parachute pack on the seat in the first time, the plane seemed to be drunk, gradually not listening to orders. He kicked away the window glass with force, climbed out of the plane against the strong wind pressure, and his body had just crawled out halfway when he was suddenly enveloped by the strong wind into the clouds.

  Someone else was in mid-air, closing the parachute package, just opening the parachute, and the plane exploded a few kilometers away. The long-haired man hadn't even had time to reveal a look of relief when the shockwave from the explosion mixed with debris came rushing towards him. A piece of debris hit his head squarely, causing him to roll over, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, and he fainted in a very handsome way.

  The icy seawater awakened the long-haired man, his ghostly face gradually becoming clear and handsome. A will to survive drove him, he kept swimming, kept swimming...

  Wu Ming lay on the big bed with his butt up, and with a sharp dog-like movement, he fell off the bed. His head hit the short cabinet by the bedside, and he woke up, feeling dizzy and heavy-headed, his eyelids as if sewn together, making it difficult to open them.

  It's that dream again! This time it was clearer, and there were some unfamiliar yet familiar scenes. Wu Ming slowly got up, holding his head and leaning against the bed on the floor. Damn it! He still couldn't remember anything. Thinking of the ghostly man in his dream, he quickly jumped up and opened his laptop.

  Silver Fox!

  Looking at the disgusting face on the computer, Wu Ming revealed a wry smile. Is this really his former self? A godly thief? An internationally wanted criminal? He originally thought he was only bad to the extent of having ulcers on his head, but unexpectedly, he had become so rotten that even his feet were festering. Simply put, he had completely rotted through.

  No wonder I felt familiar when I saw the photo before, no wonder I felt a little strange when I heard the words "Silver Fox", no wonder the police were afraid to take action, no wonder the beautiful woman's small underwear made me feel itchy, is this what it feels like to have a guilty conscience in my subconscious?

  However, what exactly did I steal in the past? Wu Ming rubbed his chin and thought secretly, it seemed like he didn't discover any talent for this aspect. It was already difficult to sneak into a beauty's boudoir, let alone someone else's safe.

  After reading all the news about Silver Fox, Wu Ming still couldn't accept it, was he really that omnipotent? Could he really fly through the sky and escape through the earth? Could he really take off the commander's wife's pants in front of thousands of enemy soldiers?

  People who like to steal things always have a kind of paranoid possessiveness towards other people's belongings, and can't wait to take them for themselves. Wu Ming snorted, this is really absurd, he himself only has such feelings towards other people's beautiful wives, but not towards their possessions.

  Shut down the computer, Wu Ming snorted in derision. It's really ridiculous. If he was indeed a thief who made a living by stealing, how could he not even have any desire to steal? Is stealing someone else's wife also considered a great theft? Great thief... secretly committing adultery without anyone knowing?

  His mind was filled with fragmented memories, like a broken puzzle. Wu Ming felt depressed and had a sense of guilt, he couldn't quite accept this absurd identity, yet he had no choice but to accept it.

  The notorious thief known at home and abroad, Leizi is dead!

  He didn't care about his memory recovery before, but now he has to pay attention. The two words "memory" are like a fishbone stuck in his throat. Wu Ming is no longer hesitant and indecisive. Since there are strong signs of memory recovery, he should go to the hospital and find ways to help it grow, recover his memory as soon as possible.

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  He had just hung up the appointment card for a neurology specialist at Zhonghai Hospital and was walking to the hotel parking lot when his phone rang. He answered without even checking the number, "Hello!"

  "Three Excellencies!"

  "Big Brother Pig? What's up? I'm in a hurry to get to the hospital right now."

  "Is he going to the hospital?" asked Zhuge Da Chang with concern.

  "Get well soon!"

  "Isn't the problem serious?"

  "Wu Ming bitterly smiled and said: 'It's quite serious!'"

  "Old ones don't go away, new ones don't come. If it really can't be kept, then cut it off!"

  "What does this mean?"

  Zhuge Dachang joked: "Open a little, in fact, imported goods are still very good, and you can permanently say goodbye to No. 7 batteries."

  "Go get your sister's No. 7 battery!" Wu Ming cursed loudly: "I must be out of my mind to go see a doctor."

  "Does one go to see a doctor when their brain is sick? Is it really sick or not?"

  "I'm ill! Hurry up and say what you want to do! If you don't, I'll hang up."

  "Don't hang up! Don't hang up!" Zhuge Dachang hastily said, then chuckled twice and continued: "I'm back in China, come pick me up at the airport, we'll have dinner together."

  "Wait!"

  Zhonghai International Airport, Zhuge Dachang and Feng Wusuo were talking. After Wu Ming arrived, Feng Wusuo pushed Zhuge Dachang away with a smile and walked off.

  "Brother Pig!"

  "Three Excellencies!"

  Two people rushed towards each other, shoulders swinging. As they approached, a sly smile simultaneously appeared on their faces, and they both made a "sly kick" move, then quickly dodged away in embarrassment. Pointing at each other's noses, they shouted in unison: "Damn it! How treacherous!"

  After finishing, the two burst out laughing, Zhuge Dachang heavily patted Wu Ming's shoulder with a loud slap and laughed scoldingly: "Not seeing you for several months, yet you're still as despicable as ever."

  Wu Ming grumbled in an ill-tempered tone: "Whatever."

  Zhuge Dachang's expression turned serious and he said, "By the way, you mentioned going to see a doctor earlier. Is everything okay?"

  "It's nothing! Just a minor cold."

  "It doesn't matter!"

  The two of them walked and chatted as they left the airport. Since Zhongzheng Airport is relatively close to the company, Wu Ming planned to first send Zhu Ge Dachang back to the company to report for duty, then go eat together. As for going to the hospital, it was completely forgotten by him.

  Talking about the case that just ended, Zhuge Dachang was furious and started complaining as soon as he got on the car: "I don't know how perverted that guy is, he wants someone to follow him even when he goes to the toilet or takes a bath, and at night he still wants us to sleep in the same room with him."

  Wu Ming started the sports car and laughed: "He can't be gay, can he?"

  "It's not, but it's almost the same."

  Taking the airport expressway, Zhuge Dachang said indignantly: "I've never seen such a pervert, he's dealing with women and wants us to stand guard beside him..." As he spoke, he showed a face of disgust and continued: "Makes me want to vomit, ugh!"

  Zhuge Dachang spat a mouthful of thick phlegm out the car window, and soon the sound of "beep beep" came from behind. A traffic police motorcycle chased up, and a helmet-wearing traffic policeman yelled in exasperation: "The red Porsche in front, stop for me!"

  Zhuge Dachang's mouth twitched twice as he sighed, "San Gui! It seems like we're going to be unlucky again."

  Wu understood at a glance and said: "Sister! It's still because of you!"

  "When a person is destined for bad luck, even God can't stop it!"

  “…………”

  I'm walking on the Yangguan Road, I'm walking my own solitary wooden bridge. Originally, everyone was at peace and nothing was wrong, the traffic police comrades were just on duty by the side of the road. But Zhuge Dachang happened to spit a mouthful of phlegm, which coincidentally landed right on the police helmet. This problem can be big or small, everything depends on the temper of the other person.

  Wu Ming pulled the car over to the emergency lane on the side of the road. A traffic police officer walked up to the car door, saluted, took off his helmet and pointed at the stain on the windshield, asking with a sullen tone: "This phlegm was spat out by you guys, right?"

  Zhuge Dachang looked embarrassed and said: "It was me who spit it out, but I didn't do it on purpose, sorry about that."

  The traffic police officer hummed and said to Wu Ming with an equally embarrassed face, "Trouble you to turn off the engine, driver's license, ID card."

  I don't have a driver's license.

  "No driver's license?" The traffic police officer smiled mysteriously and said, "Then they'll be in big trouble."

  "But I have this!" Wu Ming flipped open his bag and pulled out a military officer's ID card, handing it over.

  Just a minute later, the traffic police officer saluted again. He was furious but could only put on a smiling face and respectfully see Wu Ming off as he drove away.

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