Chapter 1034 The Silver-haired Woman with Amnesia

Chapter 1034 The Silver-haired Woman with Amnesia

The car arrived at the parking lot in front of the aquarium.

Everyone got off the car with different expressions - Conan and Miyano Shiho were speechless, the three little brats wanted to cry but had no tears, and Yuya had a smile on his face.

He just asked several riddles in a row, no, to be more precise, brain teasers, and no one answered them correctly.

No, Conan and Miyano Shiho actually guessed a few of them, but they were too embarrassed to say it.

For a famous detective and a scientist, such a mystery is really... too cold.

Seeing that they still hadn't guessed the riddle correctly after arriving at the right place, the three little kids were extremely depressed and Ayumi was about to cry.

Seeing this, Youye didn't say much. It was agreed at the beginning that only if you guess the riddle can you buy tickets for both sides. Since you can't guess it, then of course you can't buy tickets.

He couldn't be an adult who didn't keep his promises - it was definitely not because he was having fun.

Finally, Conan couldn't stand it anymore and gritted his teeth and gave an answer, which made him rub his arms frantically.

"Great! Let's go buy the tickets!"

The little brat is a little brat, he gets sad quickly and happy quickly. The three of them ran excitedly towards the ticket office.

"You guys, slow down!" Miyano Shiho hurriedly chased after them.

Conan looked at the backs of the four people, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Yuya nudged his arm with his knee and asked, "What's wrong?"

Conan said slowly: "I feel like Miyano is becoming more and more skilled in taking care of children."

Yuya looked up and saw Miyano Shiho and her three followers queuing up to buy tickets. He couldn't help but laugh: "Maybe she has the potential to be a good mother?"

Conan was speechless, rolled his eyes and said: "If that's the case, Xiaolan is not bad, okay? She is also quite good at taking care of children."

"Yeah, yeah," Yuya looked at Conan with a half-smile, "especially when taking care of a fake kid."

Conan's head went dark, and he jumped up and wanted to hit Yuya's knee, but was stopped by Yuya with a slap.

"Wait, look over there." Yuya pointed behind Conan.

Conan looked back in confusion and found a strange woman sitting on a bench.

Why was she strange? It was because this woman looked dazed, her clothes were messy and dirty, and her silver hair was draped randomly behind her.

Following the principle of less is more, Conan walked over quickly.

"Big sister, what's wrong with you?" Conan asked, looking up.

The silver-haired woman who had been in a daze seemed startled when she heard Conan's shout. When she saw that the person who spoke to her was a little boy, she looked at her with a little confusion.

Conan asked with concern: "Your face is dirty."

"Ah..." The silver-haired woman touched her cheek blankly.

"Ah," Conan shouted as if he had discovered a new world, "Big sister, your eyes are a different color!"

Oh? Yuya looked at the woman's eyes with interest and found that her left eye was blue and her right eye was transparent, with the iris and sclera being very similar in color.

Yuya's eyes glowed. Is this the legendary heterochromia? This is so cool!

Seeing that the woman hadn't spoken, Conan couldn't help but ask, "Big sister, don't you understand Neon language?"

"I understand. I understand." The woman finally responded.

Youye asked: "What happened to you? Why are you sitting here alone with..."

Youye looked the woman up and down. She looked like she had been bullied and suffered a huge blow and was in a daze. He was considering whether to call the police directly.

Conan also said: "Big sister, you are still injured. Your knees and hands seem to be broken as well."

He reached for his phone: "Can I take a look?"

The woman nodded blankly, without any worry about her privacy being exposed.

Conan poked the screen of the phone, but there was no response. He pressed the power button several times, but there was still no response. He turned the phone over and saw that it was badly broken and the chip inside could be seen.

Youya squatted down and tried to put on an approachable expression: "Miss, when did you get here?"

The silver-haired woman shook her head blankly.

Yuya asked again: "Where are you from?"

The silver-haired woman still shook her head.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

"Name? Home?" The silver-haired woman looked even more confused. She stared at Youye blankly for a while and shook her head. "I'm sorry, I don't remember."

Yuya scratched his cheek. Was he losing his memory? Could it be that the injuries on his body were left after an accident?

He asked tentatively, "Excuse me, can I come closer? I can help you check your brain."

"Oh, okay." The silver-haired woman bent down defenselessly.

You was stunned for a moment, but he still carefully checked the woman's head and said, "From the outside, she doesn't seem to have suffered serious injuries, but judging from her amnesia, she has at least some concussion, and the scars were only left recently. In addition, her emotions are relatively stable, so we can rule out the possibility that she escaped from long-term captivity."

Some people who have been imprisoned for a long time will become mentally disturbed and find it difficult to trust others. Even if they still remember things from their past, they cannot express them in words.

Conan nodded in agreement and pulled a piece of glass from his phone: "Maybe he had an accident while driving and hit his head."

Yuya nodded slightly: "In that case, it should be traumatic retrograde amnesia."

Reverse amnesia is a state of memory impairment caused by brain damage or psychological trauma, mainly manifested as the loss of long-term memory of a specific period of time before the onset of the disease. Its pathogenic mechanisms include brain trauma (physical trauma such as diving accidents and car accidents), brain diseases (such as meningitis) and mental shock. Although patients cannot recall past experiences, they retain language ability and basic cognitive functions.

Yuya took a look at the fragment in Conan's hand. It was a piece of car windshield, and it was an older model.

Because in order to prevent the glass from flying around, all the cars on the market recently have anti-scattering polyester film, but this glass does not have that.

And when Youye was examining the woman's head just now, he smelled a faint smell of gasoline on her body, which further confirmed this point.

Yuya turned to look at the silver-haired woman, "Can you please check if you have anything else on you? Maybe we can find some documents that can prove your identity, so that we can follow the clues and help you find your family."

The silver-haired woman was stunned for a moment, then she stood up, fumbled in her pocket for a while, and took out a booklet.

"What is this?" The woman was very confused. She didn't even remember why she was carrying this thing.

"Can you show it to me?" Youya asked in a friendly manner, extending his hand.

This booklet might contain information related to identity.

"Oh, yes." The woman handed the item to Yuya.

Yuya took the booklet, looked at the cover, and felt that it looked a bit like a vocabulary book.

When I opened the booklet, I found that it was not paper inside, but translucent colored cards in five colors: white, orange, blue, green and red.

"What is this?" Youye looked at the card in his hand curiously.