Chapter 178 Forgotten Things

Vivian carefully recalled, then shook her head. "I have no impression."

"You still remember everything that happened before you fell asleep three hundred years ago?" Hao Ren felt like a psychiatrist. "You went into hibernation because of 'sleepiness' after the battle with the Wrathful Spirit. Do you remember what happened those days?"

Vivian frowned, racking her brain, but after a while, she still shook her head. "I still have no impression. But I'm sure I forgot some details before my slumber, including giving this box to Paul. I only remember being very tired after defeating the Wrathful Spirit, drowsy, and the only thing on my mind was to find a deserted place to sleep soundly… I also vaguely remember giving two resonance stones to two followers, but I have absolutely no impression of the circumstances in which I gave them, or what else I gave them at the same time."

Hao Ren tapped his fingers on the table, summarizing the information revealed in the manuscript and his own guesses to sort out some clues: "Let's talk about what's known. Just like you said, your sleep is divided into two types. One is that you actively go to sleep to get through the hard times, let's not talk about that for now. The other is that sleepiness strikes, and you have to sleep. The result of the second type of sleep is a significant weakening of your power and a lot of amnesia. The second type of sleep has something in common: before hibernation, you experience a period of irritability, and it's usually accompanied by a big battle—sometimes you don't even remember who you were fighting with, but in short, you have to fight someone, then exhaust your strength and take a nap. After waking up, you forget the details before falling asleep, especially what happened while you were affected by negative emotions. You can only see in your own manuscripts after waking up that you were once troubled by those negative emotions."

Vivian nodded gently, pointing to some of the last words on the manuscript: "I left some annotations here, which should have been written seven hundred years ago. It says 'I' have always been very confused about this and conducted a detailed reasoning seven hundred years ago, but I couldn't figure it out in the end, so I decided to put the truth aside for the time being and focus on recording the situation of each sleep and awakening as it is, hoping to solve this strange phenomenon after accumulating enough information in the future."

"Also, you have something in common every time before you go to sleep, but I don't know if this is too important a clue," Hao Ren put his hands together under his nose, with a serious expression, "Every time you go to sleep is after you 'fully recover your power.' The manuscript mentions more than once that your 'physical strength is fully recovered,' and you decide to embark on a journey or do something else, but every time it's not long after that you fall into a restless state and start looking for someone to fight..."

Vivian blinked. "Could my passive sleep be related to my recovery of power? As long as I recover to my peak state, I'm sure to doze off?"

"This is just a guess," Hao Ren stroked his chin, his face becoming a little gloomy, "In short, I feel that this matter is quite strange, your condition… is a bit worrying."

"I'm worried myself," Vivian pouted, the worry in her eyes undisguised, "I don't even know what's happening to myself… It's the first time I've felt that being forgetful is so bad. I was used to forgetting, but now I feel that the most troublesome thing in the world is that I don't even remember what I forgot, and even forget that I forgot what I forgot..."

Hao Ren was stunned, calculating the relationships for a long time before looking up: "I think the most troublesome thing in the world is figuring out what you just said."

Vivian bared her teeth. "You're still joking at this time—I suddenly feel a little powerless. I can't even trust myself or control myself, sigh."

Then the two of them fell silent for a while, and Hao Ren suddenly broke the deadlock: "You don't want to sleep now, do you?"

"A little sleepy," Vivian stretched, and after seeing Hao Ren's face change drastically, she smiled playfully, "Don't worry, it's just ordinary drowsiness. I think I'm still far from the next sleep. According to our speculation, at least wait until my strength recovers to that peak state, right? And the symptoms before my passive sleep are very obvious. Whenever you notice that I'm emotionally wrong, remember to remind me, maybe… maybe I can control it this time."

Hao Ren smiled and patted his chest confidently. "Don't worry, I have high technology—even if I can't handle it, I can drag the goddess out for you to see. It's said that a long illness makes the patient a doctor. Raven 12345's brain has been malfunctioning for thousands of years. Curing your amnesia is definitely a piece of cake."

When Vivian heard this, she became nervous. She thought to herself, can a goddess who can't even cure her own brain really perform brain surgery on others? But after all, the vampire girl still had a little respect for the goddess sister in her heart, so she didn't dare to say this.

However, thinking of Raven 12345's magical power, Vivian did have a bit more confidence. At worst… shouldn't it be no problem for a dignified goddess to treat a mortal?

If her "amnesia" is really some kind of disease.

The two of them discussed the content on the manuscript for a while, discussing the differences between what Vivian could recall now and the content on the manuscript. In the end, they found that Vivian's memory loss did have a very strong regularity, that is, everything related to "negative emotions before sleep" would be forgotten. These records on the manuscript related to negative emotions were left before falling asleep and copied as they were after waking up. Other than that, there was no difference between Vivian's current memory and the content of the manuscript. In addition, the authenticity of these records need not be questioned: Vivian would never mistake the aura of her own blood.

And apart from these, there was no more progress.

Now the only fortunate thing is that after Vivian completely forgot about the manuscript, she accidentally found it again—this is the luckiest moment for this unlucky pauper of ten thousand years.

Looking at the small box that had been dismantled into a table full of wooden pieces, Hao Ren couldn't help but smack his lips: "By the way, why did you hide the manuscript in the interlayer of this box back then? Thanks to us opening it today, otherwise who would have found it."

Vivian was not surprised: "To be on the safe side. A three-hundred-year-old jewelry box, no matter how exquisite, is just an ordinary thing, like an old heirloom from a great-grandmother stored in a resident's house, no one would bother with it, but a manuscript preserved from ancient Egypt with clear handwriting is different—the fabric is unknown, the ink is unknown, the words are unknown, carbon isotope testing can trace back thousands of years, who would dare to expose it outside? I didn't know that Paul could live to this day back then. I was probably worried that his descendants would be unreliable, so I hid the manuscript in the wooden box."

Hao Ren was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked into Vivian's eyes: "In short, no matter when you fall asleep next time, you have to find a way to solve this problem this time. I don't want to suddenly find out that you're sleeping forever one day, and I can only say hello to you in two centuries."

"Me neither," Vivian smiled, "And I finally have a good life… I don't want to forget this time."

The two of them felt that the atmosphere was a bit stuffy, and Hao Ren took the initiative to change the topic. He pointed to the blood-colored crystal that was brought out with the manuscript: "What is this thing?"

"I don't know, the manuscript didn't mention it," Vivian stroked the surface of the crystal, "But I can feel that it's condensed from my blood, and the manufacturing time should be three hundred years ago. I probably forgot to write down the matter about this crystal at the time. Anyway, keeping it will definitely be useful."

As Vivian said, she put the blood-colored crystal in her pocket, then looked up at Hao Ren: "Don't talk about my affairs, didn't you come to me for something?"

"Oh, I wanted you to take a look at the Source Blood," Hao Ren handed a test tube of Source Blood sample to Vivian, "Some of the samples are being cultivated in the spaceship laboratory. Use blood magic to study these samples and see if you can find the reason for its connection with the goddess. I've been holding this thing and looking at it for a long time, and I almost sucked it to death to taste it, but I just couldn't see its connection with brain waves."

"Is it urgent?"

"It's not very urgent, anyway, the Dream Plane thing is a big project," Hao Ren waved his hand, "Take a look when you have time."

The two chatted for a while, and Hao Ren left the basement and returned to his room.

He stared blankly at the moonlight outside the window for a while, then called the data terminal that was playing a movie for itself on the table: "Come here, I want to write a report to Raven 12345."