"How's the situation inside?"
Song Qinglan's voice came from his mind.
In the subcutaneous communicator, Song Qinglan tried his best to maintain his usual rational composure, but the final sound inevitably revealed his anxiety.
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During the rainy season, there is a step up the stairs, the footsteps are mechanical, and the words are heard.
"During the rainy season." Song Qinglan said sternly, "Speak!"
The hallway was quiet again.
Another footstep disappeared.
When I turned around in the rainy season, I saw the little back with a schoolbag downstairs from the window of the corridor. The yellow raincoat is made of tarpaulin, and the light raindrops fall on it, forming dense water droplets. He passed through the shadow cast by the camphor trees and quickly disappeared from sight.
"It's me." Ji Yushi replied to Song Qinglan in his mind, his tone was much calmer than he imagined, "The so-called murderer I met in the corridor back then... the "murderer who wore a purple hoodie and couldn't see his face" ",it's me."
The two of them couldn't wait for the murderer to appear, until Song Qinglan put on a hoodie for him, and the moment he got wet in the rain, did he understand all this.
Song Qinglan's breathing paused for two seconds, then quickly cursed in a low voice.
He also understood what the so-called argumentation during the monsoon was to demonstrate, and what it meant to accomplish a given thing at a given moment. They had already experienced such an argument in the Ouroboros mission!
Not to mention the monsoon season in which he was in, even his outsider's palm was dripping with cold sweat.
Without the murderer, would Sheng Yun's case really be suicide? Or will there be another murderer
Song Qinglan almost wanted to rush into the community, because he knew the current situation and mood of Ji Yushi better than ever.
However, he could not comfort Ji Yu at this time, nor could he intervene in everything that followed. In shock, he could only suppress his irritability and quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"
Ji Yushi opened his lips: "I plan to... continue."
He resumed his steps and went upstairs.
In seventeen years, the dark clouds weighed down.
He was struggling to find a face he couldn't remember, or even thought he had never seen, but he never thought it was himself.
Everything is cause and everything is effect.
What he does now, what was done in the past, and what has changed? he does not know. He can only follow the first intuition in his heart now, and execute it, perhaps only then will he really finish the circle - this is the only way he can find the truth.
Hearing his answer, Song Qinglan's voice on the private channel was terribly low.
"Okay," he said, "I'm here with you."
Ji Yushi didn't know if he had responded to this sentence, maybe he answered "um", maybe not.
He stopped on the new floor.
I didn't notice that my breathing became very fast, and I didn't keep my heart beating so fast.
In front of you is a familiar black old door.
A minute ago, eight-year-old Sheng Han closed it and went out to school.
Seventeen years ago, Ji Yushi bid farewell to his father here.
He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.
No answer.
He rang the doorbell again because he knew his father was still at home.
This time the door opened.
A young professor wearing glasses appeared behind the crack of the door, looked at him outside the door, and asked, "Who are you?"
Hearing Sheng Yun's voice, Song Qinglan's breathing suddenly tightened on the private channel.
When the monsoon rains, the eyelashes tremble slightly. I don't know if it is because of the imitation of the face, or because at this moment he has collapsed to the point of numbness, and he looks very calm and natural: "Hello, Teacher Sheng, my name is Ji Yushi."
Not Sheng Han.
It's the rainy season.
The name is a code name, but it is enough to change the goal he pursues in his life.
"During the rainy season?"
"Yes, Professor Ji asked me to come, can I go in?"
I heard that a friend called someone, and the other party happened to be surnamed Ji.
Sheng Yun hesitated for a moment and then nodded: "Come in."
Entered the house during the rainy season.
No one knew how important this step was to him.
The house that belongs to the father and son is unfeminine, and even a little too messy.
He turned his head and looked at the withered Boston fern on the round table in his memory. No matter how many times he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he thought that he should water it earlier.
"Please take a seat." Sheng Yun took off the pile of clothes on the sofa and made room, "I'm sorry that the house is a little messy."
When the monsoon rains: "Thank you."
Sheng Yun in front of him changed his clothes, not the one he wore when he had breakfast with Sheng Han two or three minutes ago.
In the memory of the monsoon, he clearly remembered that his father was wearing a light gray shirt and black trousers at breakfast that day. His eyes turned to the dining table not far away. There was no time to pick up the plate. There was half a sandwich left on the plate that belonged to Sheng Yun. Usually, his father was very informal, even if the residue fell on his trousers during the meal. On, as long as you can't see it, you won't replace it. This happened once when I was having breakfast just now. My father just patted the residue on his trousers subconsciously and started writing notes while eating breakfast.
At this time, Sheng Yun, who was in front of him, changed into a pair of beige trousers, and even changed his clothes.
The visitor was a guest, and Sheng Yun went to pour water for Ji Yushi: "Why didn't Lao Ji make a phone call when he had something to do? I'd like to trouble you to come and run? I've already gone to work at this time."
Ji Yushi: "I met your son just now, so I know you are at home."
Sheng Yun's voice went to the kitchen: "No wonder, the doorbell rang just now, I thought he forgot to take something."
Ji Yushi's eyes fell on the stack of documents next to the bookshelf again. These were all documents compiled by my father. It can be said that all the hard work of the past few years is here.
They should have been placed in the study, but at this time they appeared in the living room.
He recalled it countless times before, and every time he saw this stack of documents, but why didn't he notice it
The sound of water in the kitchen rang.
It was Sheng Yun who was washing the glass.
Stand up during the monsoon and walk towards the stack of documents.
I saw that the top of the document was the one that my father wrote on the dining table in the morning, and there was a transparent panel that my father used to work next to it.
He asked, "Are you packing so much information for a business trip?"
The sound of water stopped.
Sheng Yun did not answer.
Ji Yushi subconsciously took two steps forward and came to the door of the study.
The door here is tightly closed, and blood is leaking from the crack of the door. The bright red blood is flowing out, and it has quietly disappeared into the dark carpet, which is difficult to detect.
In an instant, there was a buzzing in the ears during the rainy season.
Seventeen years ago, Sheng Han, who came home from school, found his father's body in a pool of blood in his study.
"Bang", a soft sound.
When he turned his head in the rainy season, Sheng Yun, who was behind him, put down the glass with half a glass of water in his hand, leaving fingerprints on the wall of the glass.
They looked at each other.
For a while, the needle could be heard falling.
"Why don't you talk?" Song Qinglan said on the private channel, "What's wrong?!"
Ji Yushi looked at Sheng Yun in front of him and heard himself ask, "Who are you?"
Sheng Yun did not speak.
"Or, what year are you from Sheng Yun?" Ji Yushi paused when he said this, and quickly continued to answer the question for him with a declarative sentence, "I think you should be from a year ago, and also It was April 6, 1435. That morning when you went to work, you found that all the suits were too busy to wash, and there was no clothes to wear, so you had to randomly match this set. The beige trousers were originally paired with a white It's a pity that after dinner on October 14, 1434, Sheng Han used the washing machine for the first time, and because he didn't understand the logo, he accidentally washed the clothes badly."
The trivial life between the father and son a year ago was casually recited by him, and the details were detailed. Sheng Yun was alert: "Who are you?!"
It was also silent during the rainy season.
The blood in the study was still spreading, and the color of the carpet continued to deepen.
When Sheng Han came home from school in the afternoon, he would find that the carpet was completely soaked, the smell of blood filled the air, and blood stains appeared on the floor of the living room. Then, he would open the door of the study in doubt and see everything behind the door that changed his life.
During the rainy season, I took out a small, black and white game console. It's mottled on the back and looks worn out, don't know how many years it's been used.
And now, on the sideboard with the water glass, there is a dark and intact game console, which was a small gift from Sheng Yun to his son a year ago.
When the rainy season, he pushed the one in his hand.
Two-step game consoles are new and old, exactly the same.
Sheng Yunru was struck by lightning, he understood everything in an instant, and the whole person froze in place: "You—"
Tears just fell out of the eyes during the rainy season.
Sheng Yun woke up like a dream, he strode over, but skipped Ji Yushi standing there, and went straight to the stack of materials and transparent panels beside Ji Yushi.
It has never felt so cold during the monsoon.
Even if I was about to freeze to death in the Chaos mission, it was a thousand times better than the current feeling: "Why?!"
Sheng Yun collected the information, just took two steps, and finally came back: "I have to do this!"
When the monsoon rains, he still asks: "Why?!"
Tears flowed down Jiyu's face one by one. The face under the simulated face was fragile. The truth made him on the verge of collapse. Regardless of his rational demeanor, he only asked hysterically, "Why are you doing this?!"
"Listen to me, this is the only way to get out of that project!" Sheng Yun hugged the document tightly against the transparent panel, "These materials are very important to me, and I have been planning this for a year. , I couldn't do it a year ago, because there are still many puzzles that have not been solved, I gave myself a year, and this year is enough for me to study everything thoroughly! So I will definitely be able to do it a year later! "
Facing a young man who was about the same height as himself, Sheng Yun couldn't use the tone of a loving father. Instead of giving an explanation to his son, he gave him a complete explanation: "Humans are not gods, and time must continue to The linear way continues and no one wants to change the way it works! I have to stop it!"
When the monsoon rains, the lips are trembling: "So you..."
In order to terminate the project, completely escape from the project, and kill yourself? !
Sheng Yun's eyes were red: "I just didn't expect to meet you from the future on the promised day!"
Having said this, he couldn't help shedding tears, "I'm sorry for you."
After spanning one year and seventeen years respectively, they met in this room that carried the memories of the two of them.
Two generations of travelers, two people with different purposes.
"So it's all doomed?" Ji Yushi's eyes blurred, "You planned your death today a year ago?"
"It's death in the biological sense." Time was pressing, and Sheng Yun spoke very fast, "I will go back to the time point a year ago, and jump from there to another time and space, maybe a few years later, or Twenty years from now, I'll stay there as long as I can, until I'm done with my project, and I'll find a better balance to keep time running smoothly!"
"Sheng Han."
"Dad didn't really die," he said. "You have to be strong."
…
"The Inspector is coming."
Trembling during the rainy season.
When he regained his senses, the house was empty, only the smell of blood from the study became stronger.
He jumped his legs and ran out the door, two steps and one step down the stairs.
What should have happened has happened, and it has nothing to do with changing history, but he has more to say and more questions to ask!
Through the subcutaneous communicator, Ji Yushi shouted on his private channel, "Song Qinglan!"
Like being on call at any time, Song Qinglan didn't pause for a second: "I'm here."
Hearing these two words and hearing Song Qinglan's voice, Ji Yushi's nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears again.
Song Qinglan, who had listened to the whole process outside the community, completely understood his thoughts without him needing to express his request.
"Don't worry." The nice male voice was cold, "I saw him."
During the rainy season, he ran through the shade of the camphor trees he walked through when he was young, and ran out of the community where he lived for eight years and carried all his childhood memories.
At this time, Ji Yushi was still thinking about it, no wonder it was judged as suicide back then!
A person jumps from the present to the future to kill himself. As long as he kills the future self and returns to the original time and space, and continues to live without any incident without changing his mind, he can wait until the past self kills himself. It's a perfect circle with no flaws.
The past and the future are intertwined, like an unreasonable spider web.
The more you think about it, the more frightening it becomes.
and many more!
Stopping during the monsoon, if this is the case, then—the day my father died, he should have long known that he would meet himself from the past and him from the future!
In other words, the father knew the end of the day of death at least a year in advance.
Looking at life and death with a smile, it is as plain as ever. What kind of perseverance and perseverance can this be achieved? !
During the monsoon, there are too many questions and too many unwillingness to answer.
He ran out of the community in one breath, and it was raining everywhere as far as he could see. The bus across the street drove away, taking away a wave of busy office workers and student parties who had gathered. Sheng Yun is more familiar with the monitoring system here than he is, and he will definitely not be in a conspicuous position, so Sheng Yun definitely did not get into the car.
As soon as the bus left, there were fewer pedestrians on the streets in the rain.
When Ji Yushi suddenly looked in one direction, his breathing became rapid - with precise and good eyesight, he saw Sheng Yun's figure with a bag on his back flashing past, rushing under the shade of yellow wood!
It was the place where he and Song Qinglan had stayed before!
His expression froze, gritted his teeth and rushed to the wooden shed behind the bench.
Across the heavy rain, he saw that Song Qinglan had successfully restrained Sheng Yun with his one-handed grappling technique, and lowered his head and said something. The two turned their heads under the wooden shed and looked at him, and their expressions changed greatly at the same time.
"Be careful-"
"boom-"
Bullets under the muffler shot straight out.
At that moment, time seemed to be slowed down countless times.
Song Qinglan's voice ripped into Ji Yushi's ears, and at the same time, bullets also entered his body.
Musculoskeletal quilt - the feeling of popping open is so familiar, first a hard blow, then a throbbing pain, and as the blood shoots, he slips under his feet and falls into the mud.
it hurts.
When Ji Yu's face was pressed against the icy street, his eyelashes were wet from the rain, and he saw several people in dark blue uniforms coming out of the cover of the street, all with guns in their hands, with solemn expressions on their faces.
They were the inspectors who came to review the scene after the incident happened that year.
And he was regarded as the murderer that Sheng Han described.
Suddenly, someone took him into his arms and pressed his face against his face, bringing him a touch of warmth.
"… How are you?"
The man hugged him tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably, almost inaudible, and he kept pressing the wound on his chest with his hands.
"When it rains, you speak and you answer me."
With warm liquid dripping on Ji Yushi's face, he opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw a strange face with no memory at all crying, only a pair of black eyes could identify who it was. He didn't have the superb ability of Lin Xinlan, and could recognize Song Qinglan even when he used the simulated face, but he recognized these eyes.
"Song... Qinglan."
He spoke unconsciously.
Song Qinglan's hands were completely soaked in blood, and she kissed his forehead with her cold lips: "...I'm here."
During the rainy season, he looked at the wooden shed. Not far away, a figure was kneeling under the yellow wood incense, with a sad expression on his face, not daring to step out of the shadow that covered him.
At the other end, several inspectors approached them with guns, and pedestrians screamed on the side of the road.
He was held in Song Qinglan's arms, and he didn't want to move a finger. In fact, he wanted to tell Song Qinglan that this was the only way to finish the "predetermined thing".
But he really had no strength.
He tried his best, but he could only move his mouth and silently said two words to the figure: "Come on."
Go for things that are entirely up to you.
Go to another time and space.
To find the balance that appeared ten years later, to realize the parent system of the sky.
Let me, with my last effort, complete this circle.
The young professor who supported everything by himself finally disappeared under the wooden shed.
The heart is very calm during the rainy season.
The inspectors surrounded them. Facing the muzzles, Song Qinglan raised her head and said something to them, roaring like an angry beast.
He couldn't hear.
The trash can on the side of the road fell down at some point, the rubbish was scattered all over the place, and the small cake given by the proprietress fell out.
The last time he came, the little cake was left on the bench by him.
This time, the sweet scent of that little cake attracted stray animals who were rummaging through the trash can.
The rain became less and the rain was fine.
It was like a hazy mist covering his eyes.
In the blurred vision, during the monsoon season, I saw that it was a litter of kittens that seemed to have just been weaned, at most two months old.
The mother cats didn't know where they went, maybe they were too hungry. They meowed and could not walk steadily, but eagerly ate the sweet taste of the little cake.
These are three little black cats.
The whole body fur is dark, and there is no variegated color.