mist [unlimited]

"What happened to you just now?" Song Qinglan asked.

"I don't know." Ji Yushi withdrew his gaze, his heart was pounding, he didn't understand why he subconsciously followed those people just now.

If he hadn't been with Song Qinglan, he probably wouldn't have gotten on this train.

The two sat down in their seats, and the train drove them forward, leaving the weird scene at the station far away.

Song Qinglan was in a hurry to buy tickets, and there were only tickets for ordinary cars left, with almost no seats left.

People were chatting and packing their luggage. No one seemed to notice the two young men who were still in shock. Occasionally, some people would cast their eyes on them, just because of their overly eye-catching appearance.

From the neighbor standing in front of Ji Yushi's house in the early morning, to Ji Minyue who appeared in the morning, to the human wall formed at the station just now, it seems that a certain part of the world has been touched by them overnight, and, extremely Possibly the most critical part.

Ji Yushi felt uncomfortable sight again, he turned his head to look, and saw a male passenger wearing glasses staring at him in the front left seat.

He and the other party looked at each other for a few seconds, but the other party didn't have any intention to look away.

In the midst of the noise, this couldn't help but make the mood that hadn't relaxed during the monsoon rain creepy again.

Even in the car.

He began to recall where he had seen this male passenger, but he couldn't remember it. In his memory, the face of this male passenger was blank.

Song Qinglan whispered: "Don't think about it, he should be looking at me."

When Ji Yushi turned around, her face was a bit dazed, and it was not difficult to see a trace of panic in her eyes - ever since she met Ji Minyue, Song Qinglan noticed that something was wrong with Ji Yushi, and her mental state was not very good.

This abnormality, not to mention Ji Yushi, even Song Qinglan, who is as determined as she is, has doubts about the reality she is in.

I thought that both of them had found key clues from Minister Wang, but they encountered such a situation, which clearly showed them that this place was not just as simple as a parallel world or overlapping memories.

Ji Yushi grabbed the armrest of the seat with his fingers, unconsciously exerting force until his knuckles turned white, and then he let go when Song Qinglan said, "Look at you?"

Song Qinglan was sitting on Ji Yushi's right. He was too tall and his goals were too specific.

He adjusted his sitting posture and lowered himself so that the back of the chair in front of him blocked the man's sight. Sure enough, the man turned his head back immediately and went about his business as if nothing had happened.

"I'm thinking, these people who look at us must have something to do with us. It's not you, it's me. This is the city you live in, so there are more people facing you." Song Qinglan said, "Where is this person? I've seen it before, but I can't remember it."

Song Qinglan didn't seem to be affected much, and her tone of speech was the same as before.

When they were trapped in the Runjin Building by zombies and trapped in the space capsule by cracks, Song Qinglan did the same.It seems that he will never compromise for the predicament, let alone shake his determination to break through the predicament.

As everyone knows, Song Qinglan just didn't want to make the people around her feel more at a loss.

He stretched out his arm: "You pinch me."

Strange during the rainy season: "Why?"

Song Qinglan said: "Pinch me once, and I'll see if it hurts. If it hurts, it's not a dream."

Ji Yushi told him: "Team Song, there is actually no scientific basis for this—"

Song Qinglan raised her eyebrows, twisted herself unceremoniously, and groaned, "Fuck."

Maybe because he felt childish, even he himself was speechless, and said seriously: "It really hurts. Well, you don't care if there is any scientific basis for it. In short, we are not dreaming now, anyway, just believe me."

A flight attendant robot pushes a service cart past.

Song Qinglan ordered a glass of warm water for both of them.

It makes sense to drink plenty of hot water.

The monsoon rains have slowed down a lot, and the IQ has started to rise: "Since we came back, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation, how about you?"

Song Qinglan said: "This is also the first time I have met."

Ji Yushi frowned and thought for a while: "You said the neighbor's wife was standing in front of my house in the early morning, but we met her when we came back, and she was fine. Also, my brother also met me yesterday, There's nothing abnormal about it either. Why—" He stopped suddenly, looking at Song Qinglan with clear black and white eyes, "Captain Song, I seem to know."

Song Qinglan probably guessed what he was going to say, but she didn't interrupt him.

For some reason, he looked forward to brainstorming during Ji Yushi. That calm, rational analysis of Ji Yushi can often grasp the crux of the problem at a glance.

"It should be related to Minister Wang." Ji Yushi said, "Originally, I was the only one who remembered this incident, and it would not affect this reality. But you found her information, and then you found another real memory."

Song Qinglan listened quietly.

Ji Yushi continued: "We discussed to find Minister Wang last night, because we got her specific location - if Minister Wang also has a double memory, then she is a common variable for us. It is proof of the coexistence of two realities. The closer we are to her, the closer we are to the most contradictory point of the two realities."

Song Qinglan asked: "That is, since we decided to find Minister Wang, it caused these...reactions?"

Song Qinglan didn't know how to describe this weird reaction, but as long as Ji Yushi understood what he meant.

The air-conditioning in the car was very strong, and it was a bit cold during the monsoon rain. He held the cup in his hand to draw some warmth: "Yes."

Song Qinglan frowned: "Why such a reaction?"

Ji Yushi said, "I don't know yet, but I vaguely have an idea. Do you know about the double-slit experiment?"

Song Qinglan nodded, "I've heard of it."

"In the double-slit experiment, when a single electron passes through a partition with two slits, multiple interference fringes will appear on the screen, just as a single electron can pass through two slits at the same time. Some people think that this phenomenon is a multi-world phenomenon. Proof of the existence of the theory. Suppose a single electron passes through the slit on the left, and in another world, the electron passes through the slit on the right. Self-interference, multiple interference fringes are formed." Ji Yushi said, "This is a conjecture about parallel worlds."

Since the time travel technology was mastered, the theory of parallel worlds has been proven, so Ji Yushi only briefly mentioned this issue before entering the main point.

"What I want to say is the weirdest point in the double-slit experiment. In order to find out how the multiple interference fringes produced by the electrons passing through the double slit are generated, people use equipment to observe the process of electrons passing through the slit. But when this When the experiment was observed by people with equipment, the multiple interference fringes that appeared on the screen disappeared, and after the electrons passed through the two slits, only two parallel fringes remained on the screen. The strange thing is that when the equipment is turned off, The original multiple interference fringes reappeared, just like an electron has a mind and knows whether people are observing it, it can change its motion state by whether it is observed. That is to say, human observation behavior has actually affected Electron movement, changing the experimental results."

Such a long theoretical knowledge needs to be digested.

Song Qinglan thought for a while and said, "So, you want to say that our current situation has something to do with whether we 'observe' the world?"

"I'm just making a preliminary guess. Using the double-slit experiment as an analogy may not necessarily be the principle." Ji Yushi lowered his head to drink water, his eyelashes were long and dense, "For example, if we went to find Minister Wang, could it be a coincidence?" A kind of 'observation'. Just like electrons being observed, this behavior affects the operation of this reality, causing them to interfere with themselves."

"I seem to understand a little bit." Song Qinglan didn't dare to say that he understood it very well. He would never understand how much knowledge was stored in Ji Yushi's mind. "People who have contact with us in this reality may They will all be affected by this interference, so when they see us and find that we are 'observing', they will interfere with us in turn under the influence of a certain force."

This may be why they suddenly encountered anomalies.

Now that they had just decided to go to Minister Wang, they encountered such a situation. It was just the beginning. What would happen if they continued to meet Minister Wang and thoroughly understood the contradictions in this world?

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

The world they live in, even if it is a parallel world created after the Butterfly Effect, these people are real human beings, not zombies without thoughts and souls.As they get closer to Minister Wang, those disturbances will definitely intensify. What should they do when the time comes?

During the rainy season, the phone rang.

He looked down, and the actual name on the screen was: "Teacher".

After Ji Minyue appeared in the morning, he kept saying "Old Ji called you home", what will happen to this call

Song Qinglan didn't pry into other people's privacy, she just asked, "Do you want to pick it up?"

Ji Yushi hesitated for a moment, put down the cup, pressed answer and put the phone to his ear.

"Children."

The expected mechanical rigidity did not appear, and Professor Ji's tone was as amiable as when he had dinner last night.

Ji Yushi breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher."

Professor Ji didn't mention the matter of telling him to go home, nor did he mention Ji Minyue, but just told him on the other end of the phone: "The thing I told you last night turned out to be, and your task rating is S class."

So fast?

It feels incredible during monsoon rains.

Haven't their mission reports been submitted yet, has the rating come down?

Song Qinglan who was beside her noticed that his breathing was stagnant, and asked him what was going on with her eyes.

During Ji Yushi, I heard Professor Ji continue on the phone: "If the score of an S-level task is superimposed, you don't even need to accumulate the remaining points. They will give you a physical fitness test this afternoon. If the last task If you recover well from the sequelae brought about, you can go back to that day directly tomorrow."

Ji Yushi: "Today... afternoon?"

Professor Ji's phone was taken by another person, the smiling voice was very familiar, it was Minister Lin of the Ningcheng branch.

"Xiao Ji, congratulations." Minister Lin said, "Well, I suggest you go to the Jiangcheng branch to assist, right? You have completed the points requirements and passed the mental test. You have proved yourself with your strength. I will report to the superior. The department has submitted an application and they have already approved it. You have waited for more than ten years for this day, and it is finally here! I will be waiting for you in the department this afternoon!"

During the monsoon rain: "..."

After hanging up the phone during the rainy season, I was a little lost in thought.

Song Qinglan asked, "What's wrong?"

Ji Yushi turned to look at him, as if slowly coming to his senses, he shook his head: "It's okay."

Song Qinglan asked curiously, "Why did your teacher call you?"

Ji Yushi: "Something about schoolwork."

Outside the suspended train, the sky is blue and the scenery is picturesque.

Under the high-speed operation of more than 500 kilometers per hour, the reference object outside formed a blurred line that retreated rapidly.

The window reflected the proper face profile, slender neck, and beautiful, cool eyes during the monsoon rain.

He seemed to be looking outside, but he didn't.

After a while, he turned his head and said to Song Qinglan who was still thinking, "I want to go to the bathroom."

The train has already sounded an announcement and is about to arrive at a small station between Ningcheng and Jiangcheng. When the train stops, there will definitely be many people coming and going, and maybe you will meet some related people.

Song Qinglan thinks the timing is not good now: "Now?"

Ji Yushi bit his lower lip and said, "Actually, the eggs in the morning seem to have expired, and I'm a little uncomfortable right now."

Song Qinglan: "..."

During the rainy season, I stood up and went to the bathroom. Before leaving, I said: "But you made delicious food."

Song Qinglan felt a little bit shocked, this was the first time he made it for people other than his family.

How come he didn't notice stale eggs?

But early in the morning, for some funny reason, he didn't have the nerve to knock on the door of Ji Yushi's room to ask what ingredients could be used, so he made it without authorization.

Is it delicious?

Song Qinglan looked out the window, and found that the corner of her mouth was curved.

Pretty silly.

He straightened his expression, and his palms were a little hot.

1 minute passed, and the train stopped slowly.

The monsoons haven't come back yet.

Passengers were coming and going, Song Qinglan looked at her watch, another 3 minutes passed, it seemed that the monsoon had been gone for a long time.

It wasn't until the moment when the announcement sounded that the departure sounded, Song Qinglan suddenly recalled it - it wasn't the first time he saw Ji Yushi's lying expression, why did he fall for it just now?

He stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, but there was no one there!

The train door was closing, Song Qinglan went to pull on the glass in a hurry, her hand was pinched by the door, and a shrill alarm sounded in the carriage.The anti-pinch mechanism of the car door was activated, and Song Qinglan quickly got out of the car, ignoring the alarm on the car and people's complaints, and looked for Ji Yushi's figure on the platform.

As a recorder who has traveled back to the past many times to perform tasks, even if he does not rely on imitating faces to disguise himself as another person, as long as Ji Yushi wants to, he can minimize his sense of existence.

Song Qinglan spotted the thin figure at a glance.

—— During the monsoon rain, he was striding through the crowd, heading towards the exit.

"Let let!"

"Rang Rang. Thank you!!"

Song Qinglan quickened her pace and chased forward.

In the crowd, people in twos and threes stopped in their tracks expressionlessly, looking at Song Qinglan.

But Ji Yushi walked smoothly, as if he knew that he had suspended his actions, and there was no one obstructing him along the way.

When entering the hall, Ji Yushi's back paused slightly, he knew Song Qinglan was following, but he didn't look back.

I saw that the footsteps were not stopping during the rainy season, and he continued to walk forward. When he passed by an empty seat, he threw an empty water bottle on the seat to the ground.

Song Qinglan's face was as cold as frost, and she walked fast relying on her height.

He pushed and shoved the unfamiliar faces that kept coming, and moved forward with difficulty, and it was very close to the monsoon rain.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in front of Song Qinglan.

Someone stepped on the empty water bottle dropped during the monsoon rain and fell down on the spot, and then that person bumped into the hurried passengers dragging their suitcases.The suitcase had wheels, and it slid off in the impact, got stuck in the machine that was picking up the trash, and tripped the cleaners.

Ji Yushi seems to have eyes behind his back. His precise calculation of the environment under his super memory makes the order chaotic in a blink of an eye, and people are turned on their backs.

He walked quickly, and when he reached a corner, he was suddenly pushed against the wall.

With a posture similar to the last time in the bookstore, even the angle at which the hand is controlled is similar.

Those big hands clamped his wrists and cut them behind his back. Passers-by saw the guardian's methods and thought they were catching criminals.

"Consultant Ji." Behind her, Song Qinglan gritted her teeth and said sharply, "What are you doing?"

Just listen to Ji Yushi's unhurried, soft voice: "Let go of me first, my hand hurts."

Song Qinglan: "..."

Hold.

Can you change the trick.

Song Qinglan's hand hurt, the back of his hand and the palm were bruised and bulged by the car door.But at this moment, he didn't have a clue, he just wanted to know why Ji Yushi did this.

Song Qinglan didn't let him go completely as Ji Yushi wished, but just let go, and leaned against the wall to prevent Ji Yushi from escaping: "Can you explain what's going on? You suddenly thought of something that can't Is it something that must be done, or is it because you have other ideas?"

Apart from being annoyed, Song Qinglan hadn't doubted Ji Yushi until now.

This is a rare trust.

Turned around during the monsoon.

Song Qinglan stared closely at his face with her black eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.

Song Qinglan had never seen Ji Yushi's expression before.

He didn't joke that Song Qinglan was "bidong" him, and he didn't answer Song Qinglan's question. He just asked, "Captain Song, do you think there is any difference in which reality we are in?"

We were still looking for clues together just now, discussing the double-slit experiment that we didn't understand, why did we suddenly give up?

Song Qinglan didn't understand, but her intuition had something to do with the phone call Ji Yushi received: "Of course there is a difference!"

Ji Yushi raised his eyes and looked at Song Qinglan: "If you can get everything you can think of in this reality, why bother to go to other realities?"

The distance between the two was very close, so close that Song Qinglan could clearly see the color of Ji Yu's pupils.

Ji Yushi looked at him coldly and calmly, and said to him: "Since there is only one 'I' in any reality, it doesn't matter who the 'I' is."

For a moment, Song Qinglan felt that what he said made sense.

But he quickly realized that he didn't follow Ji Yushi's train of thought: "You are seriously idealistic. Which reality we are in is of course very important to us, not what we think is enough .Because in our original reality, there are still many people who care about us and love us. Losing us will only make them sad. We have to go back to the world that really belongs to us, because that is our real life.”

Ji Yushi said: "I don't have that kind of reality."