Lin Xian thought hard.
His brain ached from the effort.
But he still couldn't recall where he had seen the name Du Yao.
"Ah... I'm sure I've seen it before."
Lin Xian was certain of it.
He had an absolute impression.
The name must have been seen somewhere; it wasn't so profound, just a quick glance, that's why it was difficult to recall.
Every day, people come into contact with a massive amount of text and image information.
Websites, books, papers, advertisements, short videos, mobile images, movies...
For a name that didn't leave a deep impression,
it's truly difficult to dredge from memory.
"If only I had a [Neural Electrocution Helmet]."
Lin Xian murmured:
"If I had this helmet and it zapped me on the head, I'd definitely be able to remember where I saw that name."
"Eh, wait a minute."
He suddenly thought.
