Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 809 - 517: That’s It!

Instinct is still reliable.

Although at the first sight of that picture, Feng Yi couldn’t articulate the reason or origin, he just felt this symbol was extraordinary, as if there was some hidden information behind it.

Without hurrying to contact others, Feng Yi decided to ponder it further.

Given the current situation, without a clear purpose and harboring vague attitudes, it’s better not to act rashly, as it may lead to unintended consequences.

Setting the materials aside and flipping through the chat software to reply to a few work-related messages, Feng Yi went to sleep in his room.

There was a symposium tomorrow, and he needed to be well-rested.

He intended to memorize the organized knowledge points before falling asleep completely, so that he could deal with those professional questions gracefully at the symposium the next day.

But as he memorized, his consciousness sank and he gradually fell into a dream-like vision.

What he saw had nothing to do with the knowledge points Feng Yi was memorizing before he fell asleep.

He was clear that this was not a dream.

He observed the scene before him carefully.

It was somewhat blurry, but felt very real.

Yes, Feng Yi could very distinctly discern that this dream-like sequence of images was indeed a segment of real memory that had existed.

What surprised Feng Yi was that these scenes, from the perspective of his current time, were not too far off.

The memory was not clear, but he could recognize the instruments and the interior structure that seemed to exist several decades ago.

In that era, Feng Yi had not yet been born; it was the time of his great-aunt.

That is to say, this segment of memory was inherited from his great-aunt!

Can non-direct descendants inherit memories?

Or perhaps, in their clan, one cannot apply the traditional definition of "direct lineage"?

Feng Yi thought back to the "old technology" family tree he had once encountered.

Perhaps anyone recorded in that family tree is considered a "direct descendant" within the same vertical line of kinship?

He did not know what the principle of this memory inheritance was.

Perhaps it was those special energy substances that, during each exuviation for energy absorption, during cell reprogramming, also induced certain DNA-directed methylation to form this segment of stable memory mechanism?

This memory was not originally Feng Yi’s own; he was not usually aware of it until certain specific factors triggered it, allowing Feng Yi to inherit this stored memory.

At this time, Feng Yi didn’t have time to delve deeper; the issue now was whether the eye symbol he saw before bedtime was the key to triggering such a memory.

The only factor Feng Yi really used his instinct on today was this one.

Feng Yi contemplated this as he observed the pictured scene, trying to find a connection.

His great-aunt might have consciously stored this image deep in her memory, passing it on to the next generation.

Simply put, it could be his great-aunt’s obsession. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She held this matter in high regard in her heart, but she didn’t notice any abnormalities before she passed away.

Thus, she left behind this "obsession," hoping that her successors would find and fix any flaws, if there were any lingering issues, and clear them away.

Now the problem was...

Having scanned the entire memory scene, Feng Yi couldn’t find anything related to the eye symbol!

Perhaps the retrieved memory was not clear enough, or perhaps Feng Yi’s search was not meticulous enough; in any case, he had not yet discovered the key.

Besides, if his great-aunt had known something was amiss, she certainly would have solved it already instead of leaving any issues behind.

This must have been his great-aunt’s instinct.

Her instinct told her there was a problem with this part, but she didn’t find it at the time and couldn’t stay long due to other factors. Later, her instinct kept revisiting that memory, and although she returned to the scene, many people had already looked there, and she couldn’t find anything amiss again.

Now, Feng Yi couldn’t directly ask his great-aunt what she thought, he could only search on his own based on the triggering factors and the inherited memory.

Where was the connection between that "eye" and the historical issue he needed to deal with?

He scanned again all the things that appeared in those blurry images, including the symbols on the instruments, paintings on the walls, papers on the desk, cultures in the lab, plants, animals, models, tools...

Even though they were not clear, he could recognize them by their outlines.

Waking up the next morning, Feng Yi still had those images on his mind, yet he couldn’t grasp the connection.

After wiping his face, he sent a message to Yue Gongyang, asking him to keep an eye on the pharmaceutical factory.

Checking the time, Feng Yi quickly got ready and headed to the venue of the symposium he was attending today.

Today’s symposium had a relatively free and relaxed atmosphere, not very academic, with attendees not just from academic circles but also from various sectors of society, including some investors.

Some people working on their research projects wanted to attract more investment, so of course, they tried to draw attention at such exchanges, which also changed their presentation style on stage.

Feng Yi was well-prepared. After presenting his part and engaging in business banter with several attendees, he sat back down in his seat.

He could have left right after speaking, but he chose to stay and listen to other guests’ shares.

Some attendees who had wanted to talk to Feng Yi if he left the scene saw him sit back down and restrained their impulses after a moment of hesitation.

"Then I’ll sit a bit longer and listen."

"He really can stay put. Is he seriously getting into research now?"

"Feng Yi’s thoughts, they really don’t seem to be much on the Ancestral Factory."

"He once said that he would leave the affairs of the Ancestral Factory to Yue Gengyang. He rarely gets involved normally, and I thought he was just making excuses to get out of requests, but now it seems..."

"Listening quite seriously."

Some were whispering quietly. They came today to see what research projects were worth investing in and to see Feng Yi, a man full of topics.

There was also some restlessness in the medical market recently, involving some well-known figures from other industries, and they wanted to probe for information from Feng Yi.

Many in the venue were observing Feng Yi, with some still thinking that him sitting there was just for show.

The topics discussed on stage weren’t all related to medicine nor to reptiles. Can Feng Yi understand? Does he truly have an interest?

Doesn’t he find it dull and tasteless?

Wouldn’t it be better to spend this time talking about something more practical and beneficial?

How the hell did you become the top decision-maker of a pharmaceutical giant?

As one topic finished on stage, a new guest speaker went up to talk about the next one.

What are they talking about now?

Plant magnetic fields?

Feng Shui?

Uh... this actually seems kind of interesting.

At the front, the guest speaker did not start with the theoretical aspects of his research, filled with data and charts.

He began with the Eastern concept of "qi", touched upon the Western esoteric concept of "fields," from the arrangement of Feng Shui plants, to measurable magnetic fields produced by plants.

On other topics, those investors present, even if they pretended to listen attentively, might be mentally elsewhere.

But when it came to Feng Shui, their attention snapped back.

One of the tactics in business warfare—mystical business warfare!

Disrupting the opponent’s Feng Shui!

Even if they don’t battle over Feng Shui, they usually pay attention to it to some extent.

And Feng Yi...

Feng Yi was actually not interested in this stuff.

For his clan, believing in Feng Shui was not as good as believing in ancestors.

What he was more keen on was learning the techniques for creating charts and data, which he intended to use in his next summary report for the Union Insurance Bureau.

The guest speaker’s intention was obvious; he wanted to attract the attention of more investors as it seemed the project he was researching urgently needed funding.

But out of respect and politeness, Feng Yi still listened to the guest speaker’s lecture, listening to knowledge he didn’t usually need, his expression more relaxed and casual.

As the guest speaker finished talking about the "Mercury retrograde" disturbances in magnetic fields caused by planetary motion, he moved on to the multidimensional magnetic fields of living beings and then described the interaction between the multidimensional fields of the human body and the one-dimensional space of plants.

The demonstration on the big screen in front changed, moving from humans and long-living tree species, to a low-growing plant. The speaker’s tone changed as he began his main course—detectable magnetic fields produced by plant action potentials.

Feng Yi’s initial casual expression gradually became focused when he saw the chart displayed behind the guest speaker.

He wasn’t listening to the narration; instead, he was staring intently at the demonstration chart.

It showed a Venus flytrap. An experimenter placed a small insect into its trapping jaws, and even after they snapped shut, the capturing lights allowed everyone to see the insect trapped within.

The jagged hairs at the edge of the trap looked like long eyelashes.

He stared blankly for a moment.

"Truly worthy of being called the ’Venus flytrap’."

Feng Yi murmured softly.

A participant sitting next to him heard Feng Yi and chuckled, thinking of the English name venus flytrap. He assumed Feng Yi was commenting on the plant’s electromagnetic response research being discussed on stage, and leaned slightly towards Feng Yi:

"Indeed, it’s quite fascinating. Their cellular networks resemble the nervous systems of animals, capable of some extraordinary and astonishing electrical activity..."

Feng Yi’s face no longer held focus; instead, it bore a subtle smile.

"Yes, truly astonishing."

A small plant could bring lingering issues after surviving a great purge.

That icon like an eye, was it really an eye?

His instincts had suddenly become excited upon seeing that demonstration chart, telling Feng Yi:

That’s it!

It’s this thing!

Feng Yi now desperately wanted to go through that segment of memory flashbacks carefully again, but the setting wasn’t right, so he had to wait.

It was okay, no rush; he had already spotted a loophole.

Feng Yi looked at the stage in front, at the Venus flytrap appearing in the demonstration chart, his eyes flashing with excitement.

The person who had been enthusiastically sharing knowledge on electromagnetic responses saw the smile on Feng Yi’s face and suddenly found himself unable to continue speaking.

For some reason, he was reminded of an image captured by a colleague—

In the pitch-dark night where you could not see your hand in front of your face, a hungry serpent, with cold, indifferent eyes, flicking its forked tongue, used its heat sensors to detect the warmth of moving prey.