Yuanfen

Brainstorm

With the memories of the pill resurfacing, Shen yuan chose to tell binghe about the memory rather than hide it.

Then began to brainstorm as they packed up and left the the area, afraid of being captured by the police for torture and murder.

Quickly hiding in a empty Christian church, they talked about the men that suddenly came after them. Coming to an understanding what exactly that pill was, shen yuan quickly called out "Binghe destroy it quickly!"

Without a second thought he clenched his hand softly, pill reduced to rubbish.

As they inspected the small parts of the pill they were able to detect a small gps within it, as well as what it seems like a miniature bomb.

"How is that possible? The pill is so small, there's no way he could fit in a bomb!"

Taking a seat amount the many chairs, he hunched over leaning on his hands, thinking about the meaning of those men coming after him or the pills.

"I don't understand, why would father put pills in his workers or the fact that they do the surgery in our mansion. How did I forget?"

Coming to sit down, binghe rubbed his head gently as he shifted Shen yuan to lean on him and guided his hands around his waist.

"Shizun, I know you don't want to think about that day but the reason behind these attacks has to do with the briefcase your father was trying to get from you that day you woke up."

Trembling at the memory of that day and how he was nearly raped, shen yuan recalled how deeply his monstrous father wanted that briefcase — and what would've happened if binghe didn't rescue him.

We need to find that briefcase

On their search for the briefcase, his father unceasingly pursued them sending minions for them to fight off as they search. They've searched old villas and houses that his father owned, places his grandmother often visited, talked to his grandmother's old associates, and they've been to several shrines that his grandmother donated loads of money to — all whilst facing the pursuit of his father. As they fought while searching, before they knew it a few weeks had passed.

They couldn't find any clues that would bring them closer to finding the briefcase, yet shen yuan knew that his grandmother told him or would send some kind of message about the briefcase. He just needed a stimulus of some sort to trigger a hidden memory.

As they were taking a rest in an abandoned building, they began discussing different ways they could trigger a memory.

Before shen yuan could make a dangerous suggestion, binghe shot it down.

"Any ideas of going to your father are completely out of question."

His only suggestion being shot down so quickly, shen yuan sat still dejectedly.

"Perhaps visiting your grandmothers grave may trigger something? We have visited any possible place the past few weeks, except her grave."

Oddly, shen yuan felt that what binghe said may be the exact trigger he needs.

"Okay, we will make our way tomorrow. Let's rest."

They both laid down on their makeshift bed.

The past few weeks, shen yuan had become closer with binghe. Not to an official relationship yet, but something more than acquaintances or friends.

They would shared the same bed to ensure safety, often times binghe would give him reassurance hugs for long periods of time, and when he faked sleeping a couple times he caught binghe planting small pecks on his forehead.

Recently, binghe would hug him from behind in bed which Shen yuan "reluctantly" allowed.

Feeling those warm arms wrapping around him, shen yuan felt safe and could feel himself slowly drifting to sleep.

For the past few weeks, he has been having these oddly surreal dreams. They felt too detailed and lively.

He could remember everyone in his dreams, except this one figure that seemed to follow him around.

Always calling out a name he couldn't quite hear.

"Shiz—"