Love Taker [Quick Transmigration]

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Obviously at this time, if he really didn't have any good feelings for him, this guy should avoid him, but he had to risk being dismissed or even punished by a military court, and rushed over to apply for a meeting with him immediately.

Getting along during this period is enough for Ivan to understand how troublesome Chris is.

Chris was silent for a moment.

reason?He himself does not know.

It’s like one day they came back from a mission, drank wine in the bar, and chatted about some trivial things in life, because it felt so leisurely, when they talked about a joke about an FBI agent, the two couldn’t help laughing stand up.

The lights and music were just right, and the calm and shallow spy just looked at him, and then suddenly pushed him on the bar, pressing his head on his neck before he was startled and tense to fight back.

The breath at that time was warm, but it made his neck as hot as if it was being burned, and he felt hot.

"Are you a little obsessed with me, Chris?" the other party asked, with deep black eyes, knowing that it was a trap, but still falling into it.

He seemed to be dazed, bewitched by the devil, just staring at those eyes, hesitantly wanted to nod.

But when he saw Ivan's smile at the corner of his mouth, he woke up instantly, looked away angrily, and cursed: "Get out."

But his face turned red at some point.

After not getting his reply for a long time, Ivan laughed on the other side of the wall. He was laughing, although he couldn't see it, but the laughter could be heard in that voice, that slightly raised, careless voice, asking: "Isn't it Because you love me, Chris?"

"you--!"

It's such a time, what is this guy talking about at this time?

Chris gritted his teeth and was about to fight back, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

Then he realized something was wrong.

Yiwen's voice at this time was different from usual.

If the agent usually speaks in a very natural voice full of human emotions, whether he is acting as a spy as a photographer, a girl, or any role he wants to play, the tone of his speech can match the identity of that person. .

However, the sound is completely different now.

As long as he heard his real voice, he would suddenly realize that no matter how real the previous ones sounded, they were just false impersonations after all.It's like clean frosted glass, cold and indifferent, without emotional fluctuations. Even the laughter is a false surface isolated from the glass, and you can hear it as soon as you hear it. There is no emotion at all.

"As an American, be honest, haven't you been in love with me for a long time?"

It was as if the devil was whispering and snickering in the dark night, its blood-red eyes provoking desire and admiration.

"—After all, I, too, kind of like you."

So that unemotional tone suddenly brought out a little tenderness, but it was still indifferent, like fine snow falling, floating on the fluffy grass, soft and cold, and finally reduced to bewitching.

There is a blank in my mind.Chris gritted his teeth, he didn't want the thick voice in his throat to be heard by the examiner behind him, let alone someone who couldn't see his face on the opposite side.

That kind of, somewhat yearning, but ultimately desperate panting, must be suppressed, and the emotions must be suppressed as much as possible.

But it's useless, obviously the other party should not be able to see him, but he seems to be able to see through the wall, the deep black eyes are watching him with a smile, watching him gently when he realizes that he doesn't know when he can no longer let go The emotion of indifference in a person's heart.

Stripping away those feelings that refuse to admit, resist and accept, from somewhere that the owner doesn't know, is like taking off clothes without the ability to resist.

So it was accompanied by shame and fear, but the person who caused all this still just watched with cold eyes, like taming a beast, admiring his ugliness at this time.

"You...don't be joking, Ivan? Lynn." He had to suppress his emotions forcefully, this was not the time, "I just came here to make sure you have no problem, and the CIA will take care of it next."

There was a moment of silence on the other side, and the feeling of suffocating Chris subsided. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Ivan say, "Aren't you going to save me?"

"My honor." Chris, who was still in shock, said angrily, "If the FBI will allow me to act alone during this time. All this is really thanks to you."

Ivan chuckled and said, "Well, what a pity."

He seemed genuinely regretful.But after hearing the voice just now, Chris no longer trusted any disguise of the spy, just snorted and stood up from the chair.

"I still won't forget the promise, Chris." Ivan said from behind the wall, "until the war is over."

This is not an occasion for saying such words. Under the current circumstances, as long as there is any word that the FBI did not understand, they will interrogate it afterwards to prevent this sentence from becoming a code word.

Chris was very aware of this matter and the trouble it would bring him, but when he heard this sentence, he stopped in his tracks and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

"...until the end of the war."

——If it is true, such a day can exist.

☆, the eighth intelligence that burns the memory

Evan Lynn.

Soviet spy.Asian Soviet, maternal Chinese descent.File age is 21 years old, real age is unknown.

A genius who is proficient in 8 languages, calm, decisive, and good at disguising his identity in various environments, he has become one of the best spies of KGB.

In the chaotic Federal Republic of Germany after World War II, on the stage of many espionage activities, seize fraudulent information and send information beneficial to the Soviet Union back to the country.Then he was sent to the United States, as a photographer, to spy on the military situation of the United States in the cold war.

Although he was once discovered because of a microfilm with a hidden password, he took this as an opportunity to accept the recruitment of the FBI and become a double agent, sending the information on the US nuclear weapons research back to China. He was not transferred to the Immigration Service until a series of events were exposed Trial, deception.

But this espionage case, at a sensitive time when the Soviet Union had just announced that it had canceled any espionage program against the United States, was treated as a political event and gained global attention.

But none of the smoke in the political arena meant much to Evan Lynn himself.During the closed monitoring period, he has been keeping his emotions calm and actively exercising in the prison where he is alone.

——Believe that once the opportunity arises, the motherland will come to save him.

……

Even the time spent in prison is no different.

Although it was a little boring not seeing anyone, but thinking that he was just a passer-by in the world after all, and his final destination was still the shapeless void, Evan felt that it didn't matter.

Mainly interrogation.

The FBI and CIA have a lot of interrogation techniques. Cruel methods such as waterboarding are interrogation strategies that can be carried out without violating international law.Even Ivan himself has seen people being interrogated forced to take off their pants, and then let a trained dog come forward and bite.Even though he knew he wouldn't really bite, but that kind of shadow, people who haven't really received anti-interrogation training will definitely not be able to overcome their fear.

What's more, these will not leave traces.

But they seemed to be too afraid of Ivan's unpredictable aura, so they didn't dare to use torture to extract a confession from him.As for slightly milder means, such as the lie detector whose abilities are still blindly believed in this era, Ivan can also calmly explain that he has not participated in any espionage activities under surveillance——

The polygraph also of course does not have any data ups and downs.

The next step is to try to lure them. Seeing them temptingly offer themselves a price, if they switch to the US, they will give them a year's worth of dollars. Ivan just wants to laugh when he hears it. They probably really don't know how much KGB gave him in a year. reward.

So he calmly lured the other party to join KGB instead.

Although he didn't meet directly, he had a voice full of charm, full of allure, and the person on the other side who tried to persuade him submitted his resignation to the FBI afterwards—of course it didn't work. Instead, he was locked up for psychological investigation. Investigate, and the agents have since looked at him like a monster.

It took a long time before things finally turned around.

The Soviet Union shot down an American U-2 spy plane violating its airspace and captured one of its pilots alive in a small espionage operation called the Iron Curtain, which was supposed to spy on the Soviet Union The activities of the military intelligence finally created the excuse.

The driver crashed in an accident in the airspace of the Soviet Union and was imprisoned for interrogation on charges of espionage. This incident caused a sensation in the world and attracted great attention from the American public.In order to improve the government's image in the United States, after weighing the pros and cons, in 1960, President Kennedy decided to agree to the Soviet Union's request for a prisoner exchange.

"Exchange of hostages?" Ivan looked at the American officer in front of him in surprise, "It was proposed by the Soviet Union?"

"Yes, Colonel." The other party replied.

Then, he was finally able to change his clothes properly and feel the breath of freedom.

The gentle breeze blows on the cheeks, which makes people feel comfortable.

Standing on the opposite side of the bridge, Ivan glanced around. It was quiet, and there was not even a single outsider in the specially sealed off place.

He was already leisurely enjoying the taste of freedom coming, but the American officer next to him was still trying to persuade him: "Colonel, don't you worry that they will send you to Siberia?"

After all, after being sent back to the country, they might be interrogated for espionage. Who knows what the imprisoned agents have experienced in foreign countries, and what has been leaked?

But Evan just smiled and replied: "Why? I have a clear conscience and nothing to worry about."

Besides, the world is about to end.

Before preparing to be sent back to China, Ivan applied for a meeting with Chris alone, and the other party quickly agreed to the application.

The person who appeared in front of him was not much different from when he first met him in a street photo studio in the United States.He still had an overly handsome face, and when his ice-green eyes stared deeply at others, it would make people feel instinctively afraid. He looked like a guy who was arrogant and arrogant.

But people cannot stay at one stage forever.The passage of time not only washed away the youthful frivolity in the man's brows, making him more handsome, but also a calmness that grew with experience.Even if the muzzle of the gun is pointed between the eyebrows, it is still possible to remain unchanged.

Of course, even before he was imprisoned, Chris was still considered a calm and steady person during the mission-but as long as he was in front of Ivan, he would reveal his childish, irritable and immature side.

"...Aren't you coming back?"

After silence, Chris spoke first.

He only cares about the future, he doesn't care about the past anymore.

"Once it's peacetime, I'll be back to see you, Chris." The KGB agent smiled.

That is the central square of the city where the sun is pouring down.The FBI was nearby, watching vigilantly.

The sunshine in the southeastern metropolis of the United States is abundant, and time exudes a charming fragrance, just like the fragrance of the fashionable front-line expensive perfume emanating from the beauties walking along the street.It was the last reunion I applied for before parting.

"Speaking of which, I promised you before that I would take a photo of you... How about it?" Ivan suddenly thought of this.

Chris nodded silently.

After the terms of the exchange were determined, most of the personal items that were confirmed to be in good condition had been returned to Ivan.

It's a pity that the camera given by the CIA agent was confiscated as a suspect item, so Ivan could only wave to the street photographer dangling in the square, motioning for him to come over.

Then when Chris thought he was going to borrow the camera from the other party, the handsome young man suddenly hugged his neck and showed a bright smile at the camera.

"Hey, you..." Chris froze for a moment, and immediately exploded.

"Smile, Chris!" The young man leaned on his shoulder, turned his head to look at his face, and smiled, "This photo is for you as a souvenir, my husband."

"you……"

The FBI agent glared at him, and finally let the guy's actions go, turning his head to look at the camera.After hesitating for a moment, he showed an unaccustomed smile.

The time is convenient to freeze at that time.

The exchange procedure started quickly and rigorously. Ivan could tell at a glance that the person responding from the Soviet side was Major General Drozdov, the director of the first bureau of the KGB. exposed.

It wasn't until he walked over that the other party patted him on the shoulder as a comfort.

"Thank you." The major general said concisely.

"Of course." Ivan answered him with a smile, "I got some interesting information... Do you want to see it, sir?"

The plane soared into the sky and flew towards the distant clear sky.

Evan Lynn, the legendary Soviet spy, returned to his homeland after being imprisoned by the United States for several years.

After its achievements were made public, it received world-class attention.After returning to the Soviet Union, the emerging Hero of the Soviet Union was sent to recuperate immediately, and then stayed in the Soviet KGB to train the younger generation of scouts.

With his outstanding feats, he was established as a hero of meritorious service and inherited the glory of his father.During the arrest, Soviet leader Gromyko and US President Kennedy both asked about this matter.

Both an agent and a photographer.Ivan’s photography works were loved by the then US President Kennedy. He asked Ivan to take a photo, and the other party readily agreed. Kennedy was very happy after receiving the gift and placed the photo in the Oval Office of the US President.

Even when he was working in the KGB, he continued to engage in photography in his spare time, but he seldom involved international celebrities anymore, and became more interested in natural themes such as landscapes.

The so-called spy is a person who has rooted in a foreign country alone, concealed his identity, abandoned his past, and only followed the only line to establish contact with the motherland.

For a spy, death is the only way to end his career.

But he finally got a stable home.

——Then, he died in a plane crash the second year after returning to his motherland.

Even when he got the news after returning from a certain mission, Chris was just stunned for a moment, wondering whether it was kindness or cruelty for me not to see him for the last time.

He wasn't surprised.

Because it is impossible for people like them to spend their old age peacefully.

In the end, the agreement was doomed from the time it was exported, and the promise could not be fulfilled, as is the case with most things in this world.

The more legendary the story is, the more it must not be able to usher in a relaxed and happy ending like the soap comedy of "I Love Lucy".In the end, what people get must be a mediocre ending, while a hero will have a vigorous ending, and death will be the final answer.

Then time will pass.

50年代、60年代、70年代、80年代、90年代。

Across this century, until the next century, everything that happens now will become history, and people only know the legend that can be explained in a few thousand words in writing.

Only the voice in the cold wind will always remember the story.As long as human beings don't abandon history, memory will be preserved forever, and he will always live beside people.

"I will be here forever, as long as you have known me, in your memory, when your dreams end, time can be rewritten, like a star that keeps burning, so bright, it is the last light .After the last light of the setting sun fades, and whenever, when you speak, there is something about me"

But under the various legendary stories that have been circulated in history, the hidden life as a person, as well as people's thoughts at that time, will never be circulated in history.

Just like him at this moment, all he thinks in his heart is that he will never see him again.

This sentence can never be recorded in any story.

——The agreement is still, impossible.

He should have known all too well.Anyway, I have seen a lot of life and death. Human beings will face the separation of life and death. This is human nature. Even if they can stay together until their old age, one of them will die before the other in the end.

This is the value of human life.

Nothing strange.

Stepping into the villa like in the past, the key can also open the door.For the time being, no one has moved in to live in it, and it seems to be abandoned, leaving only memories.

Passing by that person's bedroom alone, Chris was suddenly surrounded by a strange sense of emptiness, and everything around him was shrouded in memory, as if the person was still working in the photo studio and would go home in a while.

——I've been waiting for you.

——Dinner is ready, and the topics I want to talk to you tonight are also prepared.

— But why don't you come back?

Then after a while, reason pulls him back to reality, that person has gone, will not come back, will never come back again.

This room will be so empty in the future, and the owner to be greeted will not be that one again.

It's no different, no story goes away without something going on.It's just that when that person bent his eyes and smiled at him, what was he thinking in his heart?

In fact, he never understood the nature of that guy, and even the only time when he revealed his true nature, it was like a cold and distant, unfamiliar tone that separated him from the cold glass.

In the end he had nothing but that photo.There was only that photo, and there was only "memory" left of Evan Lynn.

The bright demeanor and words disappeared in an instant, what exactly did you leave me.

Chris remembered a time when they were on a mission.The dark-eyed girl in a long dress leaned against the street lamp and tore open a bag of potato chips that she just bought in the supermarket, and ate them crisply in her mouth.And he was leaning against the iron guardrail, waiting boredly for the target to appear in a car.

Not far away is the church, where the choir is singing the Bible.

The repertoire that day was the Song of Solomon in the Old Testament, the repertoire of Solomon.

"You and I can go to the fields, and you and I can stay in the village. We get up in the morning and go to the vineyards to see if the grapes are sprouting and blooming, and if the pomegranates have put pistils; there I will give you my love."

At that time, he glanced sideways at the faces of the people around him under the sun.Ivan was about to feed a piece of potato chips into his mouth. When he saw him looking over, he smiled at him, as if a girlfriend treats her boyfriend. mouth.

The taste in the mouth is salty and soft.

"Mandarin mandarins are fragrant, and within our gates are all kinds of fresh and beautiful fruits"

"My beloved, I have saved all this for you"

It was so empty.

Can't generalize.hard to remember.Nothing at all.

"That's it."

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The author has something to say: I would like to use this volume to pay tribute to the famous Soviet spy master, "Man of Many Faces" Rudolf Ivanovich Abel, and all prototypes and glory belong to you.

And those lost in history, your memory.

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In fact, the original intention of writing about this world was for Abel. When I read his report at the beginning, it was really cool, especially the sentence "Do you know how much the Soviet government gives me every year? 100 million US dollars per year!" 23333 (the money was really high at the time)

By the way, the earliest inspiration of the first world is also the news about the machine-type schizophrenia in the robot, and the scientist cures the disease by letting it learn philosophical thoughts.So I wanted to write about the cruel marshal who suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and became an introverted autistic dead house, but the country needed him, and Ivan, a robot disguised as a home robot, who was actually schizophrenic and cured by philosophy.As for why it is like this... I don’t know why ORZ and this original trailer was "[-] in the United States, a cup of bitter coffee, and the bullets are loaded", but it was useless in the end.

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With the fifth world as a turning point, the following world will gradually become brighter (fog forecast:

It has been three years since Dayan subjugated the country.

From the prince who is well-clothed and well-fed to the proton who is now bullied by his servants, everything is fruitful.

Then the subjugated prince discovered that he had ghost disease one day.

"This is just the second personality... Forget it, that's not important. Sao Nian, do you want to sign a contract with me and start the journey of restoring the country?"

☆, the first chess piece to seize the country

There was something wrong with coming back this time.

After thinking about it for a while, Ivan realized that it was because he hadn't heard the energetic voice of Halo so far.

He raised his head with some doubts, and saw that halo, like a ball of ointment that would melt in the sun, spread limply in mid-air, reminding him of a yellow egg that was fried and spread flat in a frying pan .

——He likes to eat the burnt part of the fried egg, which is crunchy. Although it is easy to be salty, it is delicious.

No, wait, now is not the time to think about this.

"what happened?"

Halo's spirit is like a frost-beaten eggplant: "Our Yiwen sauce has successfully completed half of the mission~"

"If you don't have the energy, don't force yourself to be cute," Ivan replied, "Besides, you've never been cute before."

Halo: "...QAQ"

"So what happened?" he asked with some concern.

His current life is connected with this weird thing that seems to come from a dangerous and elusive "fate". If something really happens to this thing, he can't escape from it.

So Ivan's tone became more solemn: "Tell me."

"Hey, the employee rewards that I applied for and applied for before were actually not approved. It was clearly agreed. If Yiwen sauce didn't get the employee rewards, I would be super disappointed. Therefore, I can only use my own ability..."

…The kind of reward that makes him feel like a colorful Mary Sue wherever he goes, it might be better not to.

Ivan swallowed the words in his heart silently: "So you have become weak?"

Halo continued to cry and said: "There is also..."

"and also?"

"Because there is no energy, there may be problems with the delivery of the next world..."

So this needs charging?Ivan stared at the halo in midair in amazement, marveling in his heart that this world is really amazing.

"Am I going to die?"

"No, no! The courier's transmission and life safety are the priority protection~ But if it is transmitted, there may be problems." Halo assured him.

Ivan had a bad premonition in his heart.Anyway, in his opinion, as long as it is possible to happen unfortunate things, it will definitely happen to him, and he always seems to be able to hit Murphy's law.

But it’s fine if you don’t die.

"Start the next mission."

"Oh, but?"

"This should be okay."

Rather than waiting meaninglessly, he still hopes to get out of this invisible world covered by dense fog, where only himself is standing in the void except for those wandering ghosts and ghosts.

As a result, in the end, those experienced worlds and lives often turned out to be a kind of redemption like a stop.What can support him is to end all this and return to his due life.

Regardless of whether everything Halo promises is true or false.

……

The Yan Dynasty was founded in 430 and six years.

When the century-old dynasty died, it was only a three-year cycle before it was destroyed in an instant.

Ever since the aliens from the northern kingdom led a large army to the south and occupied the old capital, which was addicted to extravagance and wine, all the vast land in the past fell into the hands of the barbarians who used to be contemptuous and sneering at the aristocrats of the southern dynasty.

Rumor has it that on the day the city was broken, the blood in the palace even flowed outside the palace gate.Only the captured court ladies and maids covered up their torn clothes, held back the tears that dripped from their blood-stained cheeks, and wiped away the blood of their own race that flowed on the ground and splashed on the palace pillars. .

In the old Southern Dynasties nobles, women served as prostitutes as slaves, and men who were taller than a wheel were beheaded. The last ones left were children under the age of six.

The only exception is the taciturn prince in the old royal family.

When he entered the palace that day, he planned to follow his mother to drink poison and commit suicide, but the alien general who entered the palace hacked to death the servant next to him with a knife, and then dragged the little ghost to present to the new king.

——Then he became the only survivor among the aristocrats of the entire Southern Dynasty, and now he is under house arrest in this bleak king's capital, and it has been three years now.

After all, the prince is the former orthodox heir to the throne.The move by the foreign race in the north is obviously a respect for the old royal family, but everyone knows in their hearts that Beidi has always been good at riding and shooting, and after all, the old ministers and literati are going to govern the court.

That deposed prince, nominally Huairou's guest of honor, is actually nothing more than a hostage to the world and a well-known hostage.

Of course, evil servants always bully weak masters.

The prince is in decline, and those servants who want to join the nobles of the new dynasty, but are trapped in this proton's mansion to serve the child who is no different from a waste, naturally all complain in their hearts, secretly ridiculing, the holy majesty is just looking at the beauty of the waste proton , I want to be a canary in that strange wood birdcage, raise it for a few years, wait until it grows up, and pretend to be a child prostitute.

After all, Proton is physically weak and sick, his body is weak, and his character is weak and bully. Whenever he is bullied by the nobles of the Northern Dynasty who are heavy warriors and good at riding and shooting, he just covers himself in the quilt and weeps sadly. About his embarrassment, it is often rumored in the Proton Mansion. joke.

waste.

People evaluate.

But in the end, everyone sweeps the snow before their own door.

Matters between masters and servants, matters between noble families, are too far away for this proton mansion, which has always been growing haze in the dead silence.

It is winter.

The white snow between the sky and the earth fell down, rendering people's sight into a piece of silver.The snow in the snow field is no longer as deep as the calf, and when you step on it, the wet melted snow sticks to the shoes, but the snow is still falling non-stop.

The small lake in the courtyard has not reacted from the sudden harsh climate, it still stays in the sparkling autumn world, in the cold and depressed Proton Mansion, the autumn residual lotus floats on the lake with the cold wind Trembling, but after all, no one took care of her.

It's just that there is thin ice that has just formed during the day covering the water, and the young and playful maid poked it with her finger and it shattered.

After tonight, the surface of the lake will turn into a piece of cold ice, and when the spring warms up, it will melt into warm and clear lake water.

Around the lake, in the small room next to the courtyard, live the proton.

A young boy under the age of thirteen or fourteen, he doesn't like to smile very much when he sees people. Although he looks good, he has a bad temper. No one comes near the garden.

In name it is service, but in reality it is isolation and contempt.

So, even if at this moment, the courtyard has been ignored for three or four days, and the young boy hasn't been to the East Kitchen for several days, what's the matter?

Just like the former prince, he was actually suffering from a high fever at the moment, shivering under the thin and torn quilt, but no one cared after all.

——Ji Wenchun felt very cold.

His body was already so cold that he couldn't feel the temperature, and he was so stiff that he was bruised, but he had a fever again, and his whole body was burning hot, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.His fingers stretched out in pain, and when they touched his skin, he felt the isolation-like numbness brought by the cold, and at the same time, it was hot and swollen.

Hunger, inability to feel, nightmares tormented him repeatedly as he drowsy.

He could always see his queen mother smiling slightly and piercing her own neck with the blade in his dreams.

It wasn't a self-cutting that blew blood like a blood kiss, but a sharp dagger blade stuck into the throat like this, piercing deeply.

He saw the blurred smile of the empress mother before she died, and the empty blue sky-like eyes, as if he could see the face of the emperor father from a high altitude.

—she didn't see herself.

He didn't see the child who stood alone outside the palace gate, watched his mother stab the blade through his throat, and listened to the screams and laughter from the palace that was attacked by the northern barbarians in the distance.

It's like... Over the years, it's mostly because the father, who dotes on the three thousand beauties in the harem, doesn't come a few times a year, while the queen mother sits alone in front of the dressing table, combing her black hair slowly, waiting for that... When the person who will not return...

Never... set your sights on me standing outside the door.

Even at the moment of death, it is the same.

Although he is a prince, he has never had any sense of existence.

Even in the past three years, when people of the same race continued to shed blood, he still kept his mouth shut and looked at everything in this world coldly.

But now he was going to die after all.

Obviously, there is no meaning left, but it is already, about to die.

Sleepy.

The eyes staring at the dilapidated ceiling became more and more sleepy, the young man gently closed his eyes, waiting for the long-lasting black and sweet sleep that finally came.

"Wake up."

Illusion... huh?

But it was an unfamiliar voice, which sounded a bit strange.

"You can't sleep."

Ji Wenchun opened his eyes.

He barely opened his eyelids and looked around, but he didn't see a single figure from around.

The whole room was empty, only he was lying on the bed alone, and there was the sound of the flying snow outside the window beating against the window, everything else was terribly silent.

Could it be... a haunted ghost?

He never thought that he would believe such an unrealistic thing, and he couldn't help laughing at his own stupidity, and when he was about to close his eyes again, he heard that voice again.

"Didn't you hear me, kid, don't sleep."

"Who—!" The boy called that voice in astonishment, and looked around again trying to find the people around him.

When he was still the crown prince, it was not that Ji Wenchun had never seen his father's imperial guards. They were elusive, hiding in the shadows and in the beams of the house.It's just that after the demise of his country, those hidden guards all disappeared, and most of them either scattered like birds and beasts, or were disposed of by the power of the new dynasty.

Is there a person still alive?Have been hiding in the dark?

But why has he never appeared in these years?

He suddenly felt an inexplicable grievance in his heart, coupled with the trance caused by the fever, he could only secretly laugh at when he became so weak. Could it be that he was really affected by the hypocrisy shown to outsiders?

"Don't look for it."

The strange voice reminded him, I don't know if it was his illusion, the voice sounded a little tired.

"I'm in your body."

Yiwen felt that the current situation was simply stupid.

Although Halo had already warned him that there might be problems with this teleportation, he also believed in his character very, very much, and directly replaced "possible" with "certain".

But I didn't expect such an embarrassing situation to happen.

So why is there a situation where the recipient and the recipient share the same body this time!What is he going to pretend now, a schizophrenic second personality?Ghost upper body?Ghost?The white-bearded grandpa that the protagonist cheats on?According to currently available information, ancient people were able to process this concept