"I should be past the age of needing a guardian. Um...sir." Kashasha licked his lips and said.
He was actually not sure about this. Judging from his appearance, Kashasha felt that he could be from his teens to his twenties, and would not be more than thirty.
But, he should be an adult...
By the way, how old is the adult in Japan? Ah, 20 years old in the secular world, 18 years old legally... There is no country in the world where adults reach adulthood at the age of 14, for example...
Kashasha's thoughts almost slipped away again under the other party's gaze, and he managed to pull his attention back. The gentleman glanced at him and sat down on the long sofa in the room very naturally.
"But you still don't know how to wear shoes when you get out of bed." The gentleman retorted calmly, "Sit over here, Kashasha."
Kashasha actually didn't want to appear too obedient, but when she was wearing the windbreaker and slippers that the other party found...
He always seems to lack confidence, and it is difficult to be too tit-for-tat. After all, the other party has already sent a signal of goodwill.
He was standing opposite the gentleman, separated by a slightly smaller bar-shaped sofa, and in front of him was the coffee table, with the table knife still placed on it.
Kashasha belatedly realized that when he subdivided his abilities, he had forgotten about physical skills.
What a mistake, why did he miss out on physical skills?
Hmm... It seems like his physical skills are not very good, maybe it's because his cheap guardian is very powerful.
Kashasha walked around gently and sat opposite the gentleman. We don’t know the situation yet, so we’ll wait and see.
"I apologize in advance. Because the time estimate was not accurate enough, I did not rush to the scene as soon as you woke up. This was my dereliction of duty as a guardian."
The gentleman said softly,
"You should be in a state of... amnesia now. In other words, the situational memory and emotional memory are washed away while the image memory, knowledge memory and action memory are completely retained. Of course, it's not just that."
Kashasha was silent for a few seconds. He had to say that the other party's straightforward honesty suited him very well:
"So, do you know what's going on?"
"Of course I know." The gentleman admitted openly, "I did it."
…………
"So, I have hyperamnesia?" Kashasha asked, "So I have to clean my memory every three to five years?"
The gentleman nodded and replied:
"Don't you feel it? It's almost impossible to selectively take in all the information, so that your brain is flooded with all kinds of details every moment? You don't feel the pain now because you have just cleaned it up. And here Spend ten days and a half in this state... and you will understand the need for memory cleansing."
They are having dinner.
Kashasha was drinking soup, and when she leaned down and put her lips close to the edge of the bowl, her pure black pupils were still staring at him. This made the gentleman inexplicably think of the vigilant cats on the grassland when drinking water.
The gentleman knew that Kashasha only believed his words politely, and it would take some time to truly gain the trust of the gray-haired young man.
But he did not start a fight after revealing who was the initiator of the memory cleansing, indicating that he had already achieved the first step.
Kashasha tends to trust people who are kind to them. Under normal circumstances, this is just a harmless tendency and will not interfere with his judgment; but during the amnesia stage, this is quite easy to exploit.
"Actually...it's okay? But I think with my personality, I would rather endure this kind of pain than 'voluntarily' choose to cleanse my memory."
Kashasha said, emphasizing the word "voluntary". However, the cheap guardian did accurately describe his current status:
All kinds of details are pouring into his mind every moment, which makes it difficult for Kashasha to concentrate. What's even more troublesome is that his brain will combine this information to continuously analyze...
For example, the tonkotsu ramen with lemon cream soup base he is eating now is cooked by the guardian himself... the quick-frozen noodles have a special soup base set according to his taste, and the other person eats the normal taste.
There were no ingredients in the refrigerator kitchen, so the noodles and soup base were specially brought by the guardians.
He doesn't cook often, and feeding him food is a deliberate act of kindness, and at the same time a preliminary test of his reaction, and making different choices based on his degree of rejection... His cheap guardian is observing him, or in other words, assessing his status.
Memory cleaning is definitely not that simple, but Kashasha decided to follow the opponent's routine for the time being.
The main reason is that the ramen is really delicious and the soup base is amazing. He might try to synthesize it himself...
"How many books are there in the bookcase in my room?" the gentleman suddenly asked.
"Uh...what bookcase?"
"Don't act stupid, you know what I'm talking about. With your personality, the whole room should be better."
The gentleman exposed Kashasha's pretense of stupidity.
"Then you should have destroyed all the cameras I installed. And you should have fabricated the scene to cover up your own evidence of house demolition."
"...I didn't damage it, I just adjusted the direction of the camera." Kashasha said, he felt that the description of demolishing a home was really unpleasant.
The gentleman raised his eyebrows in surprise: "There is still some progress."
It seems that the cheap guardian really knows him well... Kashasha took small bites of the fish fillet. Maybe...
"Don't think nonsense. I didn't install a camera in an unexpected place that you can't find to monitor you." The gentleman could easily see what the gray-haired young man was thinking, "I told you, I am your guardian. , of course I know you very well. So don’t think about changing the subject, how many books are there in the bookcase in my room?”
It didn't feel good to be seen through, it made him feel that his thinking was transparent.
Kashasha took another bite of the fish to vent his anger. Even if he didn't think about it deliberately, the bookcase in the master bedroom appeared in front of him involuntarily, as if he was flipping through high-definition photos. He found that he could give the answer after thinking for a second or two.
"537 copies." Kashasha said, "There are 537 copies in total."
"This is the reason. Your memory method is completely different from that of normal people. Normal people will not just remember how many telephone poles there are when walking on the street. When they meet someone they spend time with day and night, they can casually report their clothes for a week. Comes dressed... and archived almost permanently.”
The gentleman expanded on this topic,
"This information is trivial and useless. Your brain lacks a screening mechanism for information. It also lacks a forgetting mechanism. It's like a computer that can't clean up the garbage."
"Therefore, cleaning memory is an abstract process. The ideal effect we need is that you know that there are bookcases in my room, but the specific number of books will not be remembered unless needed."
Kashasha looked very interested: "Can I remember how many hairs I have when I go to the barber shop?"
"Don't fight." The gentleman rolled his eyes.
Well, it seems that the lively atmosphere failed, Kashasha took another bite of the fish steak. But he noticed a very useful message from the cheap guardian's words:
"According to what you mean. Cleaning the memory is for abstract processing and filtering out useful information. But my current state is more like formatting."
"I don't think my experiences can be washed away and are useless. So...did I leave something behind for myself after I lost my memory?"
The gentleman nodded, with unconcealed approval in his expression: "Indeed, you left a guide and summary for yourself after you lost your memory."
