mist [unlimited]

"How's the situation inside?"

Song Qinglan's voice came from her mind.

In the subcutaneous communicator, Song Qinglan tried her best to maintain her usual rationality and composure, but the ending sound inevitably revealed the anxiety in his heart.

During the monsoon rains, there is a step up, the footsteps are mechanical, and there is a pause after hearing the words.

"Ji Yu." Song Qinglan snapped, "Speak!"

The hallway was quiet again.

Another footstep disappeared.

Looking back during the rainy season, I saw the little back downstairs carrying a schoolbag from the window of the corridor.The yellow raincoat was made of tarpaulin, and the light raindrops fell on it, forming dense drops of water.He passed through the shadow cast by the camphor tree and quickly disappeared from view.

"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... the one who wore a purple hoodie and couldn't see his face" The murderer, it was me."

The two of them waited until the murderer appeared, and they didn't understand all this until Song Qinglan put on the hoodie for him and he was drenched by the rain.

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

He also understood what Ji Yushi's so-called argument was to prove, and what the so-called accomplishing a given thing at a given moment meant. They had already experienced such an argument in the mission of Ouroboros!

Not to mention Ji Yushi who was in it, even the palms of him, an outsider, were dripping with cold sweat.

Without a murderer, would Sheng Yun's case really be a suicide?Or will there be another murderer?

Song Qinglan almost wanted to rush into the community, because he understood Ji Yushi's current situation and mood better than ever.

However, he couldn't comfort Ji Yushi at this time, nor could he intervene in everything that followed. After being shocked, he could only suppress his anger and quickly asked, "What are you going to do?"

Ji Yushi opened his lips: "I plan to...continue."

He resumed his steps and walked upstairs.

In the past 17 years, dark clouds have weighed on the top.

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

Everything is cause and everything is effect.

What he is doing now, which ones he did back then, and which ones have changed?he does not know.He can only follow the first intuition in his heart and execute it, maybe in this way he can really complete the circle—this is the only way he can find the truth.

Hearing his answer, Song Qinglan's voice in the private channel was terribly low.

"Okay," he said, "I'm here with you."

Ji Yushi didn't know if he responded to this sentence, maybe he answered "um", maybe he didn't.

He stopped on the new floor.

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

In front of him was a familiar old black door.

1 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 one answered.

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 door, looked at him outside, and asked, "Who are you?"

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

Ji Yushi's eyelashes trembled slightly. I don't know if it was due to the imitation of the face, or because he had collapsed to the point of numbness at this moment, and he looked very calm and natural: "Hello, Teacher Sheng, my name is Ji Yushi."

Not Sheng Han.

It is monsoon time.

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

"When is the monsoon rain?"

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

Hearing that it was a friend calling for someone to come, and the other party happened to be surnamed Ji.

Sheng Yun hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Come in."

Stepped into the house during the monsoon rain.

No one knows how important this step is to him.

There is no feminine atmosphere in the house that belongs to the father and son, and it is even a little too messy.

He turned his head and looked at the withered Boston fern on the round table in his memory. How many times he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he thought that he should water it more earlier.

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

Ji Yushi: "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 rain, 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, and it was too late to pick up the plate, and there was half a sandwich left in the plate belonging to Sheng Yun—usually his father was very informal, even if the meal leftovers fell on the west On the pants, as long as you can't see it, you won't change it.This happened once during breakfast just now. My father just subconsciously patted the residue on his trousers, and continued to write notes while eating breakfast.

But at this time, Sheng Yun in front of him had changed into a pair of beige trousers, and even changed his clothes.

The visitor is a guest, Sheng Yun went to pour water for Ji Yushi: "Why didn't Lao Ji call if he had something to do? He wanted to trouble you to come here? I usually go 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 something."

Ji Yushi's eyes fell on the stack of documents next to the bookshelf again. These are the materials sorted out by his father. It can be said that all the painstaking efforts of the past few years are here.

They should have been placed in the study, but now they appeared in the living room.

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

The sound of water in the kitchen sounded.

It was Sheng Yun who was washing the glasses.

Stand up during the monsoon rain and walk towards the stack of documents.

I saw that the top of the document was more than the one that my father wrote on the dining table in the morning, and beside it was a transparent panel that my father used to work.

He asked, "Are you packing so many documents for a business trip?"

The sound of water stopped.

Sheng Yun didn't answer.

Ji Yushi subconsciously took two steps forward and came to the door of the study.

The door of the room here was closed tightly, and there were bloodstains in the crack of the door. The bright red blood was bubbling out, quietly sinking into the dark carpet, which was hard to detect.

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

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

"Kang", there was a soft sound.

Looking back during the rainy season, Sheng Yun behind him put down the glass half full of water in his hand, fingerprints were left on the glass wall.

Their eyes met.

For a while, a needle could be heard.

"Why don't you talk?" Song Qinglan asked in the private channel, "What's wrong?!"

Ji Yushi looked at Sheng Yun in front of him, and heard himself asking: "Who are you?"

Sheng Yun didn't speak.

"Or, what year did you come from Sheng Yun?" Ji Yushi paused here, and quickly continued to answer the question for him with declarative sentences, "I think you should be from a year ago, maybe It was April 1435, 4. That morning you went to work and found that all the clothes were too busy to wash, and there was no clothes to wear, so you had to mix and match the clothes on your body. These beige trousers were originally paired with a white It’s a pity that after dinner on October 6, 1434, Sheng Han used the washing machine for the first time, because he didn’t understand the label, and accidentally ruined the clothes.”

He casually recounted the trivial details of life between father and son a year ago, and Sheng Yun was alert: "Who are you?!"

It was also silent during the rainy season.

The bloodstains in the study were 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 air was filled with the smell of blood, and blood stains appeared on the living room floor.Then, he would open the door of the study in doubt, and see everything behind the door that changed his life.

Ji Yushi took out a small black and white game console.The back of it is mottled and looks very worn out, I don't know how many years it has been used.

And now, on the sideboard with the water glass, there is also a dark and intact game console, which was a small gift from Sheng Yun to his son a year ago.

Ji Yushi pushed the one in his hand over.

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

As if struck by lightning, Sheng Yun understood everything in an instant, and he froze in place: "You—"

Tears just fell out of Ji Yushi's eyes like that.

Sheng Yun woke up like a dream, he strode over, but skipped Ji Yushi standing there, and went straight to the stack of documents and transparent panels beside Ji Yushi.

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 put away the materials, just took two steps, and finally fell back: "I have to do this!"

Ji Yushi still asked: "Why?!"

Tears flowed down Ji Yushi's face one by one, the face under the simulated face was extremely fragile, the truth brought him to the brink of collapse, disregarding his rational demeanor, he just 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 and the transparent panel tightly, "These materials are very important to me, and I have been planning this matter 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! "

Facing a young man who was already about the same height as himself, Sheng Yun could not use a fatherly tone, rather than giving his son an explanation, it was better to give him a complete explanation: "Human beings are not gods, and time must go on and on. It continues in a linear fashion, and no one can change the way it works! I have to stop it!"

Ji Yushi's lips trembled: "So you..."

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

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

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

Spanning one year and 17 years respectively, they met in this room that carried their memories.

Two generations of traversers, two people with different purposes.

"So all of this is preordained?" Ji Yushi's eyes blurred, "You planned your death today a year ago?"

"It's death in the biological sense." Time was running out, and Sheng Yun spoke quickly, "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 to After 20 years, I will stay there as long as possible until I finish my project, and I will find a better balance, so that time can move forward smoothly!"

"Sheng Han."

"Daddy didn't really die," he said. "You have to be strong."

……

"The inspector is coming."

Trembling during the monsoon rain.

When he came back to his senses, the house was already empty, only the smell of blood coming from the study was getting stronger.

He suddenly raised his legs and ran out of the door, taking two steps and one step down the stairs.

What should have happened has already happened, and it has nothing to do with changing history, but he still has more things to say and more questions to ask!

Through the subcutaneous communicator, Ji Yushi yelled on the private channel: "Song Qinglan!"

As if on standby 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 sore and he almost cried again.

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

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

During the rainy season, he ran through the shade of the camphor tree 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, no wonder this incident was judged as a suicide!

A person leaps 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, continues to live as if nothing had happened and does not change his mind, he can wait until the past self kills himself.This is simply a perfect circle, without 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 rain, if this is the case, then—on the day of his death, my father should have known that he would meet himself from the past and him from the future!

In other words, the father knew the outcome of the day of his death at least one year in advance.

Looking at life and death with a smile, it is as ordinary as before. What kind of perseverance and perseverance can this be done? !

There are too many questions and too many unwillingness to answer during the monsoon.

He ran out of the community in one breath, and it was raining as far as he could see. The bus on the opposite side of the street drove away, taking away a group 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, there were few pedestrians on the street in the rain.

During the rainy season, he suddenly looked in one direction, and his breathing became short of breath—with his precise and good eyesight, he saw Sheng Yun's figure with a bag on his back flashing past, rushing into the shade of yellow woods!

It was the place where he and Song Qinglan stayed before!

With a serious look on his face, he gritted his teeth and rushed to the wooden shed behind the bench.

Through the heavy rain, he saw that Song Qinglan had successfully pinned down Sheng Yun with her grasping technique, and bowed her head to say something.The two turned their heads under the wooden shed, looked at him, and their expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"Be careful--"

"boom--"

The bullets under the silencer 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.

The feeling of the musculoskeletal being torn apart by the bullet was so familiar, first he felt a heavy blow, and then the severe pain came overwhelmingly, his feet slipped and fell into the mud while the blood spurted.

it hurts.

His face was pressed against the icy street during the monsoon rain, and his eyelashes were wet from the rain. He saw several people in dark blue uniforms coming out from a hidden place in the street, each with guns in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces.

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

And he was regarded as the murderer Sheng Han described.

Suddenly, someone hugged him into his arms and pressed his face against his, bringing him a little warmth.

"……How are you?"

The man hugged him tightly, his voice was trembling out of shape, his voice was almost inaudible, and he kept pressing the wound on his chest with his hands.

"During the monsoon rain, you talk and you answer me."

Warm liquid dripped continuously on Ji Yushi's face, he struggled to open his eyes, and saw a strange, completely memoryless face crying, only a pair of black eyes could identify who it was.He doesn't have Lin Xinlan's superb ability to recognize Song Qinglan even 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."

When Ji Yushi looked at the wooden shed, not far away, a figure knelt and sat under the yellow wood fragrance, with a sad face, not daring to step out of the shadow that blocked him.

On the other side, several inspectors approached them with guns raised, 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 "established thing".

But he really has no strength left.

He tried his best, but he could only move his mouth, and silently said two words to that figure: "Go quickly."

To accomplish what is supposed to be done by you.

Go to another time and space.

To find the balance that will appear after more than ten years, and to realize the mother system of the sky.

Let me, use up my last strength to complete this circle.

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

During the rainy season, my heart is very peaceful.

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

He couldn't hear clearly.

The trash can on the side of the road fell down at some point, and the trash was scattered all over the place, falling out of the little cake given by the proprietress.

The last time he came, he forgot that little cake on the bench.

This time, the sweet scent of the little cake attracted stray animals rummaging through trash cans.

The rain became smaller and the rain was fine.

It's like a hazy mist covering the eyes.

In the blurred vision, Ji Yushi saw that it was a litter of kittens that seemed to be just weaned, only two months old at most.

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

These are three little black cats.

The fur of the whole body is pitch black, without a trace of variegation.