Chapter 484 The Edge of Memory
She dreamed of a small incident that happened when she was six years old.
This incident was hidden at the edge of Cheng Ling's memory, in a corner that was almost forgotten.
This kind of memory, if you don't think about it again, will be forgotten forever.
It was an autumn evening.
She lives in Amos's villa on the west coast, by the ocean.
Little Cheng Ling was sitting on the carpet at the end of the corridor on the second floor, next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and she could see the blue sea outside.
The sunset, close to the sea, the sky is illuminated by the red sunset.
Xiao Cheng Ling is practicing quickly disassembling and installing a 1911 pistol.
Her slender fingers were seen flexibly and skillfully removing the magazine, pulling the barrel, and removing the empty magazine hook lever.
Then flip the safety to the disengaged position, smoothly detach the gun body, push the slide forward to remove, and then remove the firing pin and recoil spring.
A complete pistol is disassembled into many small parts.
Then, she reversed the above steps.
Reassemble the broken parts back into the shape of the gun.
She used the clock on the wall as a timer.
Instead of staring, use your ears to listen to the sound of the pointer "clicking" and "clicking".
She sat on the shag carpet illuminated by the setting sun.
A porcelain doll-like girl with neat short hair, playing with cold weapons in her hands, half of her face illuminated by the sunlight outside the window.
There is a strange beauty of contrast.
When Cheng Ling was a child, there were no children's toys such as dolls, plasticine, and princess dresses.
Her toys are computers, miniature racing cars specially made for children, boxing dummies, computers (mainly used to learn programming languages)...
Cheng Ling did not feel angry because of this.
On the contrary, she was glad that she spent her childhood like this - if she was like other girls, wearing cumbersome tutu skirts and playing silly tea party games every day, she would definitely collapse.
Cheng Ling especially likes weapons.
Usually when playing with guns, she would devote 100% of her concentration.
However, little Cheng Ling was distracted today - she was listening attentively.
Not far from the corridor is the study room.
The adoptive father Amos was having a heated argument with two mysterious visitors.
——The reason why it is said to be mysterious is because Cheng Ling did not see their appearance and did not know their ages.
Moreover, she only met those two people once.
Cheng Ling saw the housekeeper taking them upstairs and went straight to the study.
From their clothing and the sounds in the study behind them, she could tell that they were two men.
Both of them were wearing gentleman's hats, their trench coat collars were raised high, their heads were lowered, and their steps were hurried.
Based on the height difference between the two people and the door, window, and oil painting hanging on the wall, Cheng Ling was able to deduce the height of the two people - excluding the height of their heels, the two naked people were about 1.73 meters tall and the other about 1 meter tall. Meters eighty-two.
Due to his status, Amos never lacked visitors.
But Cheng Ling had an impression of these two visitors - in the heart of little Cheng Ling, his adoptive father was the most powerful person.
Amos could give orders to anyone, and he could lose his temper with anyone, but he had never seen anyone lose his temper with Amos.
But these two people were in the study, yelling and losing their temper at Amos.
Moreover, Amos was clearly at a disadvantage.
Little Cheng Ling regards Amos as family.
Naturally, she was unhappy when her family members were scolded.
So, with a cold face, she disassembled and assembled the gun over and over again.
Fragmented conversations drifted from the study.
"...We make money from the low-end population...Purge...I don't approve..." Amos said angrily.
"...The President's wishes...cannot be defied...are limited..."
"...the plan has been carried out...history...proves..."
"...hate kids...propaganda..."
"...Energy...Disobedient...Sanctions..."
Then, Amos roared like a lion: "Do you want my life!"
With a "click", Xiao Cheng Ling loaded the magazine filled with ammunition, took the gun, stood up from the carpet, and walked towards the study.
One step, two steps.
Her hand rested on the doorknob.
At this time, she heard a noise.
"Knock knock knock——"
Cheng Ling frowned.
"Cheng Ling——" A familiar and friendly voice called his name.
Xiao Chengling covered her head.
"Lingling...Cheng Ling——"
She knelt on the carpet and wanted to reach for the doorknob, but the voice persisted in calling her.
She stubbornly refused to give up and stretched out her hand——
"Cheng Ling!"
Cheng Ling suddenly sat up from the bed and immediately touched the gun under the pillow.
Didn't touch the gun.
But he touched a cold dagger.
Cheng Ling looked around at the surroundings. The commercial decoration reminded her that she was in a hotel room.
——It turns out that it was a dream.
Sister Zhen's voice came from outside the door again: "Lingling... are you okay?"
Cheng Ling has always been particularly vigilant. He will answer immediately after knocking on the door.
Wang Zhen was very anxious. This was the first time that she had been banging on the door for so long, but Cheng Ling didn't respond.
Was he retaliated against?
Was there an accident?
All kinds of terrifying thoughts came one after another.
Wang Zhen decided that if Cheng Ling didn't say anything, she would call the hotel waiter to open the door.
"Cheng..." The shouting stopped abruptly.
The door opened.
Cheng Ling had a messy head of hair and a tired face. She rubbed her eyes with her intact left hand, "--Good morning, Sister Zhen, I just woke up."
Wang Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Why did you sleep so deeply?"
"It may be because of the medicine," Cheng Ling raised her right hand wrapped in gauze, "I was anesthetized during the day, and the aftereffects are quite strong, plus I stayed up late."
Wang Zhen nodded: "I discussed it with Director Xu quite late yesterday."
Alexei came secretly, so Cheng Ling naturally wouldn't tell Wang Zhen.
She was still immersed in the dream just now.
The dream was too real.
The moment she opened her eyes, she thought she was a six-year-old girl, and she would see Amos as soon as she opened her eyes...
--My temples were throbbing.
Cheng Ling tried hard to think, what happened on the day when she was six years old?
Did she really go to open the door of the study at that time?
When did the two visitors leave?
She couldn't remember it anyway.