Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me (The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me)

Fu Nanli held her hand: "It doesn't hurt, let's eat."

After all the tossing, it was ten o'clock in the evening. It was raining outside. After dinner, the bowl was thrown into the dishwasher.

Wen Qiao took Fu Nanli to the living room and helped him deal with the scratches on his neck. He said earnestly, "I'm not a watery person. Since I'm in love with you, you shouldn't worry about gains and losses."

Fu Nanli squinted at her and was taught by a child.

Wen Qiao turned to look at him: "Am I right?"

The sound of rain was rushing outside the window. Fu Nanli grabbed her wrist and gently rubbed her wrist bone. The deep affection in her voice was clear at a glance: "Wen Qiao, do you like me?"

The water glittered on his face. For some unknown reason, Wen Qiao felt a little distressed. She couldn't figure out why she felt distressed.

She said to him solemnly, "I like you, of course I like you."

He reached out and took the man into his arms.

On a chaotic night, Wen Qiao slept at Fu Nanli's place all night. It happened that the next day was the weekend, and she went home after breakfast.

The person in charge of the online w guild left a message for her [One of the gang who wanted to steal the famous painting Sunflower before is also the most powerful group. As long as the money is in place, they will do everything. I heard that they have recently arrived in country Z, and there is a high probability You have received a mission, be careful. ]

Wen Qiao replied [understood]

Then she opened the monitoring and comparison software she had been using to find her uncle.

My uncle has been missing for more than ten years. Although the road monitoring system was not as developed as it is today, there are still traces to follow.

She set up an automatic search for that year's national surveillance video, and whenever her uncle's face was involved, she would be prompted.

She didn't expect much, but when she opened the software, a 'match' message suddenly popped up.

Wen Qiao's heart skipped a beat, and immediately zoomed in on the screen. The time display was on a small road near Kyoto International Airport on January 29, one month after my uncle disappeared seventeen years ago.

At that time, he was only a teenager, and the picture quality was a bit blurry. There were men on the left and right of him, who seemed to be supporting him, or maybe he was being held hostage. However, the two men were wearing masks and caps. Couldn't tell what they looked like.

The little uncle seemed to have found a surveillance video, and he looked up.

The only thing the two men were exposed to the camera was a neck.

She vaguely noticed that there seemed to be something on the man's neck. After zooming in on the screenshot, she found that it was a tattoo, which seemed to be a pentagram.

Is this some kind of gang?

Wen Qiao followed the two and wrote down the license plate number of the black Volkswagen car. When he checked the license plate later, he found that it was a set of license plates.

The thread is broken again.

Wen Qiao was a little lost.

But on second thought, my uncle has been missing for a month and is still alive and well, does it at least prove that the other party did not intend to kill him.

The little uncle didn't run away from home by himself, but was indeed tied up.

What was the purpose of these people tying him up?

Is it because my uncle's IQ reached 230 and he was arrested for research?

The highest IQ record in human history is Da Vinci's 230. Such a once-in-a-lifetime genius is probably someone with a curious mind who wants to do research.

Wen Qiao was a little anxious. She only hoped that her little uncle could live well and live safely and healthily.