mist [unlimited]

It was indeed Minister Wang.

The middle-aged woman in the photo is the person who has held power in the Jiangcheng branch for the past 15 years.

Ji Yushi was sure and certain of this, because he kept two memories at the same time.

As for Song Qinglan, as he said in the car earlier, he saw the woman who rushed out suddenly during the Ouroboros mission, which opened up the key point in his memory, and he remembered the previous cycle after getting a hint.

The moment she saw Minister Wang's photo, memories flooded into Song Qinglan's mind, and the previously blurred impression became clear.

Like a movie in slow motion, the memories were superimposed in Song Qinglan's mind frame by frame.

That feeling of forceful invasion made Song Qinglan's headache as if it was going to explode. Since he entered the sky a few years ago, another new memory was created. The experience of nearly a thousand days surfaced in his mind, and the All the personnel and affairs of the time were replaced and refreshed, but the opposite and existing memories did not disappear because of this.

"Team Song!"

A distant voice came.

"Team Song!"

The voice gradually drew closer, so close that it was right in front of Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan came back to her senses, and found herself resting her elbows on the table, her fingers resting on her temples, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and she was panting lightly and rapidly.

He looked up in the confusion, and saw Ji Yushi's frown and concerned eyes.

"How are you?" Ji Yushi asked anxiously, "Why didn't you talk all of a sudden?"

It turned out that this is the pain she usually endures during the monsoon rains?

Worse than the aftereffects of the first time-travel mission, because it's true memory overload.

Song Qinglan's head hurt like a needle prick: "Fuck, about Minister Wang... Damn, I remembered it all at once."

Ji Yushi was taken aback: "Remember?! I remembered after seeing the photo?"

The pain made Song Qinglan a little irritable: "Yes! When I saw the photo, I remembered everything."

Just like seeing Queen Qi during the monsoon rain.

There was a moment of silence in the kitchen.

Having seen too many unbelievable things, the two of them didn't make any fuss about the new memory of Song Qinglan's sudden visit, but each other felt a little chilled.

If Ji Yushi didn't remember Minister Wang like they did, Song Qinglan wouldn't have specially found information, and they would never have discovered the difference in the world.But Ji Yushi remembers, whether it is because of hypermemnesia or other reasons, Ji Yushi is like a bug and has become the dividing point of the world.

Just imagine, if there is no monsoon rain, what will happen to them now?

Where the hell are they?

What the hell is going on here?

After Song Qinglan thought about it, she couldn't care less and had no time to talk nonsense.

He tried hard to express his thoughts amidst the headache: "So in another reality, Minister Wang was the one who sent us on missions for 15 years. Which reality to be in is not the primary question."

Ji Yushi was so blessed that he instantly understood Song Qinglan's meaning: "Because no matter which reality we are in, we shouldn't have double memories!"

If the timeline was covered after the Butterfly Effect, then the memory should also be covered, so no matter which reality they are in, they should only keep one memory, but they remember two.

Knowing this point may be able to answer the question of why they didn't meet another self if they really came to the parallel world.

One self, two memories.

There must be an inextricable relationship between them.

Wang Xiaoqian's profile has not been closed yet.

Song Qinglan swiped the page: "Consultant Ji, look at this."

This more complete document stated the reason for Wang Xiaoqian's resignation - mild schizophrenia.

Ji Yushi was surprised, how could the clever and wise Minister Wang have such a disease?

Before he could think about it, the information on Minister Wang's research projects at work also caught his attention: On the creation of the bubble world in the timeline.

bubble world.

In the concept of time anchor, the loops are the so-called time bubbles,

It is beyond the timeline and becomes a world of its own. If it is put into use, it will cause a serious time paradox.

The research on time anchors is expressly prohibited, but Minister Wang's research has been carried out.

Ji Yushi's eyes fell on the word "schizophrenia" again, and a thought flashed through his mind. Parallel worlds, bubbles, schizophrenia... this cloud of fog seemed to be cleared away a little. possible.

In his uncertainty, he only heard Song Qinglan say: "Tell me, does Minister Wang also have a double memory?"

Ji Yushi: "...I don't know."

Song Qinglan rubbed her temples and said in a low voice, "We might have to look for her, what do you think?"

Song Qinglan made a few phone calls and contacted many people, and finally found out where Minister Wang was.

It was a nursing home in Jiangcheng, which meant that they had to go back to Jiangcheng.

Things had a preliminary plan, and it was already late at night.

During the rainy season, Song Qinglan was found a new set of toiletries and was about to arrange for guests to stay overnight.This house is close to the school, and Jimin Yue occasionally came to stay overnight, so there is a guest room at home.

Song Qinglan went into the bathroom.

There is only a toothbrush and a cup on the clean bathroom cabinet, and even towels and other things belong to one person.

He couldn't help thinking, could it be that during the monsoon rains, he never stays with his date?

This new object doesn't know how.

Ji Yushi was desolate and vengeful, as if he was capable of turning his face against others.

Song Qinglan washed her face with cold water. She obviously lacked sleep, but she was still awake because of that cup of coffee.The aftereffects of memory stacking just now were still there, and his head was still hurting, and he inadvertently saw the dirty clothes basket beside him.

When a person enters another person's living residence, it is inevitable that he will see traces of the other person's life.

There were not many things in the straw woven laundry basket, and it was thrown on a set of clothes that hadn't been washed in time, revealing the black fabric faintly.

It was a pair of black underwear.

Suddenly, Song Qinglan's heart skipped a beat.

Probably because he entered the other party's private space and his eyes touched the other party's personal items, he unexpectedly remembered the white and slender waist and abdomen when they saw Ji Yu when they were in Tianqiong's training room before they set off.

Song Qinglan gritted her teeth, waved away the screen, and washed her face again.

The feeling of listening to Ji Yu talking about his love history downstairs just now came back, and he was a little irritable.

Song Qinglan faintly sensed that something was out of control, but she couldn't tell.

Did he travel thousands of miles from one city to another just to help Ji Yushi clear his mind and find out if they are in a parallel world?

If not, what is he looking for in return?

"Knocking".

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Song Qinglan wiped her face with a towel and opened the bathroom door: "What's wrong?"

When Ji Yushi showed embarrassment: "Sorry..."

He said the funny truth helplessly, "My guest room is gone."

Song Qinglan asked doubtfully, "No more?"

The guest room in Ji Yushi's original memory no longer exists, it has been moved empty, and there is nothing in it.

The two stood at the door of the empty room, both a little speechless.

"I only remembered after I opened the door. I once wanted to organize all the books and put them in this room as a study." Ji Yushi said, "But I didn't expect that in this reality, I had already done so. After I came back, I The door has not been opened yet."

Song Qinglan: "..."

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ji Yushi: "Captain Song, can you sleep on the sofa?"

That messy sofa.

Song Qinglan's face turned half dark.

Ji Yushi thought that he was dissatisfied with the arrangement of sleeping on the sofa, so he reluctantly took a step back, and said mercifully: "Otherwise, if you don't mind, you can sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the sofa."

People were invited by him, and it's really not very authentic to let people sleep on the sofa.

But Song Qinglan's so-called PTSD, would she really want to sleep in his bed?Doubt during the monsoon.

Room?

That didn't help either.

Song Qinglan really minded.

It's already here, it's impossible to leave now, Song Qinglan said compromised: "Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Ji Yushi said yes, and then said: "Then, good night."

Song Qinglan: "Good night."

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

They have known each other for so long, it seems that this is the first time they are so polite.

Ji Yushi never thought that they would meet again after finishing their mission, and it would be in such an environment.

Song Qinglan said, "Can you sleep well tonight?"

Ji Yushi: "Huh?"

What do you mean?

Song Qinglan lowered her eyes to look at him, and suddenly smiled: "I don't seem to be of much help. This time, I will forcefully analyze what you have already understood. At most, it can be regarded as helping you organize your thoughts, but it is actually useless. The only thing that counts as useful is that I also remembered Minister Wang, which at least proves that you are not crazy."

Ji Yushi was slightly startled, not knowing how to answer: "..."

Song Qinglan finally said: "Rest well tonight, don't think about messy things, I will go back to Grandpa's house tomorrow morning, and then we will set off for Jiangcheng."

After more than an hour, there was no sound in the room, and I fell asleep during the monsoon rain.

Song Qinglan lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

He couldn't sleep, the world was far more complicated than he thought, and he was even thinking, might they be in another copy set by the sky system.

That possibility is scary.

In the darkness, something jumped onto the sofa lightly.

Song Qinglan sat up and found that it was Ji Yu's cat.

It didn't know when it ran out of the cat house where he was closed during the monsoon rain.

This orange cat was hostile to Song Qinglan, and it was whining and barking its teeth and claws before, but now it just stared at him quietly.

It didn't make a sound, it seemed to be watching Song Qinglan, and it was about to pounce on Song Qinglan and tear him apart in the next second.

Song Qinglan sat up and looked at it, squinting her eyes slightly. He sensed something was wrong.

He was very tall and often quite intimidating. Even the family dog ​​would tuck its tail when seeing him like this, but this cat didn't blink, and its eyes gleamed leisurely.

At this time, the light from the roof of the high-rise buildings outside the window happened to sweep into the house.

Song Qinglan noticed a dark shadow in the crack of the door of the living room.

Having developed a sense of danger over the years, Song Qinglan immediately stomped on the floor barefoot and walked quietly on the floor.

He moved closer to the door panel, then looked at the peephole on the door.

The security light in the hallway glowed green.

The neighbor's wife they had met in the elevator was standing by the gate of Ji Yushi's house in her pajamas, staring at the house expressionlessly like that cat.