Xia Xiaoman remembers everything—the blood on the pavement, the shattered glass, the whispers of a debt too large to repay—everything except how her parents truly fell to their deaths. As an investigative journalist, she infiltrates the world of Li Moting, the ruthless heir to a financial empire, armed with nothing but a recorder and her perfect memory.  

"Three therapy sessions a week," he offers, fingers steepled, his voice colder than the rain outside the window. "In exchange for your silence."  

But what begins as a calculated game of revenge spirals into something far more dangerous. He scales a crumbling factory to save her from kidnappers, his hands bleeding, yet claims it’s merely "asset protection." She discovers ledgers in his study that implicate his family in her parents’ ruin—yet finds her childhood lullaby tucked in his desk drawer, the notes still intact after twenty years.  

On the night the truth comes crashing down, he kneels in the snow, pressing a pair of worn ballet flats into her hands. "Hate me if you must," he murmurs, "but let me remember you properly this time."  

And when she plays back the tapes—the ones she swore were evidence—all she hears is the unguarded hitch of his breath when she entered the room, the quiet, damning confession: *", Xia Xiaoman you were never part of the plan."*

def memory_editing(subject, memory_array):  


    if subject.resistance > threshold:  


Li Chenzhou's skeletal fingers tapped the final command. The monitor's blue glow deepened the hollows of his eyes as twenty-seven surveillance feeds displayed subjects of varying ages strapped to medical chairs, electrodes glued to their temples.  


The mainframe hummed to life. A mechanical arm descended from the ceiling, its needle finding the carotid artery of Subject 7—a young Li Moting. The boy's scream was swallowed by soundproof glass as crimson text flashed across the screen:  


**「Emotional Interference Threshold Exceeded. Amygdalectomy Recommended.」**  


From the shadows, the first-gen AI's vocal module emitted a toneless response: "Surgical protocol generated. Mortality rate: 17%."  


Chapter 49 - The Original System: A Cold Instrument