Mist

"How's the situation inside?"

Song Qinglan's voice came in her mind.

In the subcutaneous communicator, Song Qinglan tried his best to maintain a consistent sense of composure, but the ending sound inevitably revealed his anxiety.

During the monsoon rains, there is a step up, and the footsteps are mechanical.

"During the rainy season," Song Qinglan said sharply, "Speak!"

Quiet was restored in the corridor.

Another footstep disappeared.

Looking back during the monsoon rain, I saw the little back figure carrying the schoolbag downstairs from the window of the corridor. The yellow raincoat is made of waterproof cloth, and the light raindrops fall on it, forming dense drops of water. He passed through the shadow cast by the camphor tree and quickly disappeared from his vision.

"It's me." Song Qinglan replied to Song Qinglan in his mind during the rainy season, with a much calmer tone than he thought. "The so-called murderer I met in the corridor back then...the one who wears a purple hoodie and can't see his face" Murderer", it's me."

The two couldn't wait for the murderer to appear until Song Qinglan personally put on him a hoodie, and the moment he was soaked in the rain did they understand all this.

Song Qinglan paused in breathing for two seconds, then quickly cursed swearing in a low voice.

He also understood what the so-called argumentation during the monsoon rain meant to prove, and what it meant to accomplish a predetermined thing at a predetermined moment, they had already experienced such an argument in the Ouroboros mission!

Not to mention the monsoon rains when he was in it, at this time even the palm of his outsider was sweating coldly.

Without a murderer, would Sheng Yun's case really be suicide? Will there be other murderers?

Song Qinglan almost wanted to rush into the community because he knew better than ever about the current situation and mood during the monsoon rains.

However, he could not comfort during the monsoon rains at this time, nor could he intervene in the rest of the matter at this time. He was shocked and could only suppress his irritability and quickly asked: "What are you going to do?"

When the monsoon rains open his lips: "I plan to... continue."

He started again and walked upstairs.

In the past seventeen years, the dark clouds are overwhelming.

He was looking for a face he couldn't remember, or even thought he had seen it before, but never thought it turned out to be himself.

Everything is a cause, and everything is an effect.

What he has done now, what has been done in the past, and what has been changed? he does not know. He can only follow the first intuition in his heart now and execute it, and perhaps only in this way will he finish drawing 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 am here with you."

During the monsoon rain, it is not clear whether he responded to this sentence, maybe he responded with an "um", maybe not.

He stopped on the new floor.

I didn't notice that my breathing became very rapid, and I didn't keep my heart beating so fast.

In front of me was a familiar old black door.

A minute ago, eight-year-old Sheng Han closed it and went to school.

Seventeen years ago, during the monsoon rain, I was here to bid farewell to my father.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

He rang the doorbell again because he knew his father was still at home.

This time the door opened.

The young professor wearing glasses appeared behind the door, looked at him outside the door, and asked, "You are?"

Hearing Sheng Yun's voice, Song Qinglan's breathing suddenly tightened in the private channel.

During the monsoon rain, the eyelashes tremble slightly. I don't know if it is because of the credit of the simulated face, or because he has collapsed to numbness at this moment, and looks very calm and natural: "Hello, teacher Sheng, my name is Jiyushi."

Not Sheng Han.

It's the rainy season.

The name is a code name, but it is enough to change the goal he pursued throughout his life.

"During the rainy season?"

"Yes, Professor Ji asked me to come, can I go in?"

I heard that a friend called someone to come, and the other party happened to have the surname Ji.

Sheng Yun hesitated for a moment before nodding: "Come in."

Stepped into the house during the rainy season.

No one knows how important this step is to him.

The house where the father and son lived was not feminine, and even a little messy.

He turned his head and looked at the dried up Boston fern on the circle table in his memory. How many times he dreamed back at midnight, he thought that he should water it a little earlier.

"Please sit down." Sheng Yun took away the clothes piled up on the sofa to make room, "I'm sorry that the house is a little messy."

During the rainy season: "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 monsoon rains, he clearly remembered that his father was wearing a light gray shirt and black trousers at breakfast that day. He turned his gaze to the dining table not far away. The plate was too late to pick up. There was half a sandwich left on the plate that belonged to Sheng Yun. His father was actually very informal, even if the residue fell in the west during the meal. The trousers, as long as they are not visible, they will not be replaced. This kind of situation happened once when eating breakfast just now. My father just subconsciously patted the residue on his trousers, and then continued to eat breakfast while writing notes.

At this time, Sheng Yun changed into a pair of beige pants and even changed his clothes.

The visitor was a guest, and Sheng Yun went to pour water during the rainy season: "Why don't you make a phone call when something happens in the old season? I have to trouble you to come and run? I have already gone to work at this point."

During the rainy season: "I just met your son, 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 had something and forgot to take it."

The eyes of the monsoon rain fell on the stack of documents next to the bookshelf again. These are the materials compiled by my father. It can be said that all the hard work of the past few years has been here.

They were supposed to be in the study, but at this time they appeared in the living room.

He had recalled countless times before and saw this stack of files every time, but why didn't he notice this?

The sound of water in the kitchen rang.

It is Sheng Yun washing the glasses.

Stand up during the rainy season and walk towards the pile of materials.

I saw that the top of the information was more than the one my father wrote on the dining table in the morning, and there was a transparent panel used by my father for work.

He asked: "You are on a business trip to pack up so much information?"

The sound of water stopped.

Sheng Yun did not answer.

During the monsoon rain, I subconsciously walked two steps forward and came to the entrance of the study.

Here the door is closed tightly, bleeding through the cracks in the door, bright red blood is flowing out, quietly sinking into the dark carpet, hard to notice.

In an instant, there was a buzzing in my ears during the monsoon rains.

Seventeen years ago, Sheng Han, who came home from school, found his father's body in a pool of blood in the study.

"Kang", with a soft sound.

Turning his head in the rainy season, Sheng Yun behind him put down the glass with half a glass of water in his hand, leaving fingerprints on the wall of the cup.

They looked at each other.

The needle fell for a while and it was audible.

"Why don't you speak?" Song Qinglan said in her private channel, "What's the matter?!"

During the rainy season, I looked at Sheng Yun in front of me and heard myself asking: "Who are you?"

Sheng Yun did not speak.

"Or, what year are you from Shengyun?" During the rainy season, he paused here, and quickly continued to answer this question for him with declarative sentences, "I think you should be from a year ago, too. It was April 6, 1435. That morning when you went to work, you discovered that all the sets of clothes were too busy to wash, and there was no clothes to wear, so I had to match this set randomly. The beige pants were originally matched with a white set. In a thin shirt, it’s a pity that Sheng Han used the washing machine for the first time after dinner on October 14, 1434. Because he didn’t understand the signs, he accidentally washed the clothes."

The trivial matters of life between father and son a year ago were casually spoken by him, and they were full of details. Sheng Yun was alert: "Who are you?!"

It was also silent during the rainy season.

The blood in the study is still spreading, and the color of the carpet is getting darker.

When Sheng Han came home from school in the afternoon, he would find that the carpet was completely soaked, the air smelled of blood, and blood stains appeared on the floor of the living room. Then, in doubt, he would open the door of the study and see everything that changed his life behind the door at this time.

During the rainy season, a small, black-and-white game console was taken out. It is mottled on the back, it looks very worn out, I don't know how many years it has been used.

And now, on the sideboard with the water cup, there is still a dark and intact game console. It was a small gift that Sheng Yun gave to his son a year ago.

When the monsoon rains, he pushed the one in his hand.

Two-step game consoles, one new and one old, are exactly the same.

Sheng Yunru was struck by lightning, and he understood everything in an instant, and he froze in place: "You--"

Tears just like that fell out of my eyes during the monsoon rains.

When Sheng Yun was awake for the first time, he strode over, but skipped the monsoon when he was standing there, and went straight to the stack of materials and transparent panels beside him during the monsoon.

I have never felt so cold during the rainy season.

Even if he was about to freeze to death during the Kaos mission, he felt a thousand times better than the current one: "Why?!"

Sheng Yun collected the information, just took two steps, and finally came back: "I have to do this!"

During the rainy season, I still ask: "Why?!"

Tears flowed down his face during the monsoon rain, and the face under the simulated face was fragile. The truth brought him on the verge of collapse. Regardless of his reason and manners, 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 held the document and the transparent panel tightly. "These materials are very important to me. 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, this year is enough for me to study everything thoroughly! So I will definitely be able to do it a year later! "

Faced with a young man who was already about the same height as himself, Sheng Yun was unable to use his fatherly tone. He was not so much an explanation to his son, as he was giving him a complete explanation: "Human beings are not gods, and time has to continue. The linear method continues, no one wants to change the way it works! I have to stop it!"

During the rainy season, the lips trembled: "So you..."

In order to terminate the project, get out of the project completely and kill yourself? !

Sheng Yun's eyes were red: "I just didn't expect to meet you from the future on the appointed day!"

Having said that, he couldn't help crying, "I'm sorry for you."

Spanning one and seventeen years respectively, they met in this room that carries the memories of the two.

Two generations of traversers, two people with different purposes.

"So all this is doomed?" The eyes were blurred during the monsoon, "You planned today's death a year ago?"

"It's death in the biological sense." Time is pressing, and Sheng Yun's speech is fast. "I will go back to the time point one year ago and jump from there to other time and space, maybe a few years later, or go Twenty years later, I will stay there as long as possible until I finish my project, and I will find a better way to balance it so that time can move forward smoothly!"

"Sheng Han."

"Dad didn't really die." He said, "You have to be strong."

...

"The inspector is coming."

Shaking all over during the monsoon rains.

When he recovered, the house was empty, but the smell of blood from the study became more intense.

He slammed his leg up and ran out of the door, and down the stairs in two steps.

What should have happened has happened. It doesn't matter to change history, but he has more to say and more questions to ask!

Through the subcutaneous communicator, she shouted on her private channel during the monsoon: "Song Qinglan!"

As if standing by at any time, Song Qinglan didn't pause for a second: "I'm here."

Hearing these two words and hearing Song Qinglan's voice, her nose was sour during the monsoon rains and she almost cried again.

Song Qinglan, who had listened to the whole process outside the community, understood his thoughts completely without having to speak out his request.

"Don't worry." The nice male voice was cold, "I saw him."

During the monsoon rains, he ran past the camphor trees that he had 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, when the monsoon rains were still thinking, it is no wonder that this incident was judged to be suicide back then!

A person jumps from the present to the future to kill himself, as long as he returns to the original time and space after killing the future self, if he continues to live without incident and does not change his mind, he can wait until the self from the past kills himself. This is simply a perfect circle, without flaws.

The past and the future are intertwined, messy like a cobweb that cannot be handled.

The more you think about it, the more frightening you feel.

and many more!

Stop during the rainy season. If this is the case, then-on the day of his death, my father should have known for a long time 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.

Smile to see life and death, as usual, what kind of perseverance and perseverance can this be done? !

During the rainy season, there are too many questions and too many unwillingness to answer.

He ran out of the community in one breath, raining wherever he could see, and the bus across the street drove away, taking away a wave of busy office workers and student parties. Sheng Yun is more familiar with the monitoring system here than he is, and it will definitely not be in a conspicuous position, so Sheng Yun definitely did not get in that car.

As soon as the bus left, pedestrians on the street became scarce in the rain.

During the monsoon rain, he suddenly looked in one direction and his breathing became rapid. With his precise and good vision, he saw Sheng Yun carrying a bag flash by, rushing under the green shade of yellow wood!

It was exactly where he and Song Qinglan had been before!

He gritted his teeth and rushed towards the wooden shed behind the bench.

After a heavy rain, he saw Song Qinglan, with one-handed grappling technique, had successfully pinched Sheng Yun, and bowed her head and said something. The two turned their heads under the wooden shed, looking at him, and their faces changed greatly.

"careful--"

"boom--"

The bullet under the muffler shot straight out.

At that moment, time seemed to be slowed down countless times.

Song Qinglan's voice ripped into his ears during the monsoon rains, and at the same time, the bullets entered his body.

The feeling of the musculoskeletal being broken by the bullet was so familiar. First, he felt a heavy blow, and then the pain was overwhelming. The blood shot into the room, and he slipped into the mud.

it hurts.

During the monsoon rain, his face was stuck on the cold street, and his eyelashes were wet from the rain. He saw several people in dark blue uniforms walking out of the hidden part of the street, all with guns in their hands, and their complexions dignified.

They were the inspectors who came to review the scene after the incident happened that year.

And he was regarded as the murderer described by Sheng Han.

Suddenly, someone put him in 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 so much that he was almost inaudible, and kept pressing his hand against the wound on his chest.

"During the rainy season, you speak, and you answer me."

There was a warm liquid dripping on his face during the monsoon rain. He opened his eyes laboriously and saw a strange face crying with no memory at all. Only a pair of black eyes could identify who it was. He doesn't have the superb ability of Lin Xinlan, and can recognize Song Qinglan when he uses a simulated face, but he recognizes 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 am here."

Looking at the wooden shed during the rainy season, not far away, a figure knelt and sat under the yellow wood incense, with a sad face, not daring to step out of the shadow that obscured him.

On the other side, several inspectors approached them with their guns, and pedestrians screamed on the side of the road.

He was hugged in Song Qinglan's arms and didn't want to move a finger. In fact, he wanted to tell Song Qinglan that this was the completion of the "established thing".

But he really has no strength.

He tried his best, but he could only move his mouth, and silently said two words to the figure: "Quickly go."

To accomplish what should be done by you.

Go to other time and space.

To find the balance that appeared ten years later, to realize the mother system of the sky.

Let me use my last strength to complete this circle.

The young professor who had supported everything by himself finally disappeared under the wooden shed.

My heart is calm during the rainy season.

The inspectors surrounded them, facing those gunpoints, Song Qinglan raised her head and said something to them, like an angry beast roaring.

He couldn't hear it clearly.

The trash can on the roadside didn't know when it fell down, and the trash was scattered all over the floor, and the little cake from the proprietress fell out.

The last time he came, the little cake was forgotten on the bench.

This time, the sweet smell of the little cake attracted the stray animals rumbling through the trash can.

The rain becomes smaller and the rain is fine.

It was like a hazy mist covering the eyes.

In the blurred vision, during the monsoon rain, I saw a litter of kittens that seemed to have just been weaned, only two months old at most.

The female cats didn't know where they were, maybe they were too hungry, they were meowing, they couldn't even walk smoothly, but they eagerly ate the sweet taste of small cakes.

These are three little black cats.

The whole body fur is pitch black, and there is no trace of variegated color.