"You're the only one who doesn't remember, is that right? There should be evidence to prove you really didn't do any of those things, shouldn't there?"
"There should be. I didn't go into the office much. But with something like this, I didn't punch a time clock, so it's hard to prove. I don't remember any of it at all. At work, I just did the bare minimum. I never took it seriously. The first couple of times, I thought the secretary had told me and I'd forgotten. But seven or eight times? That wasn't right. I even went to the hospital to get my brain checked. The hospitals here weren't good enough, so I went abroad. My parents even said I'd barely worked for two days before I ran off to fool around. I was being framed. I didn't dare tell them what was going on."
"And the examination results showed nothing was wrong?"
"Right. The doctors all said there was nothing wrong. They couldn't say that for sure, though. They said the brain was still not fully understood. Even people in comas could wake up, and they didn't understand memory loss or confused memories, either. Since it wasn't affecting my life, I just let it be. When I came back to China, things kept going on the same way, and I'd gotten used to it. Then, a little while ago, someone called me. To be honest, I'm a bit of a mess when it comes to women. I got used to it abroad: if I liked someone, we'd spend some time together, eat and drink, get a room and give it a try. If we didn't hit it off, we'd say goodbye. My family has money, and I was generous with it. Sometimes I didn't even know the