Siluo

At the corner not far from the studio, Qin Si stopped the car and led me into a Hunan restaurant.I asked if I should call Ling Fei up, and he said that this weekend, the beautiful woman Ling is probably going out to hunt for sex, and she might be having a hot fight with some handsome guy at this time, so it's better not to harass her, so as not to be scolded.

While waiting for the food to be served, I took my first theoretical training with no preparation.

"Let me explain a few concepts to you first." Qin Si dipped the end of a chopstick in the tea and wrote and drew on the dining table, "As a higher consciousness, we human beings use logic to observe objects, restrict behaviors, and distinguish good and evil. Evil. Logic is divided into two types according to different owners, shared logic and private logic. For example, the earth revolves around the sun is the "communal logic" of modern people, and it is the "private logic" of a fortune-teller to be unlucky when encountering crows. Everyone is the maker and adherent of personal feelings. The conscious world controlled by personal feelings is the "inner domain" of this person, and the part outside the inner domain is the "outer domain". There is no absolute boundary between the inner and outer domains. Weak exchanges occur, which is a normal phenomenon. But if the exchange is excessive, people will be at a loss, as it is often said, "destroy the three views". If the inner domain is broken and the outer domain is invaded on a large scale, it will be even more troublesome, and may cause mental breakdown There is another situation where the internal and external domains are completely isolated, which is also very serious, and will lead to extreme isolation, paranoia, narrow-mindedness, and harm to oneself and others, just like the girl just now."

Qin Si finished speaking in one breath, and I couldn't turn around.

"What's a logic barrel?" I remembered Ling Fei's words.

Qin Si sipped his tea and smiled: "This is a bit complicated, and I planned to talk about it later, but since you asked about it... a love bucket is a private relationship with a completely closed inner domain, which can trap people to death, so it is called a bucket. ——Isn’t it very vivid?”

"Does Siluo mean to be in charge of logic?"

"That's right. As Siluo, our greatest advantage is that we can break through the barriers of ourselves and integrate into other people's inner domains, check or guide his consciousness, and obtain the information he wants. By the way—" Qin Si said halfway through his speech, and pulled out He dug into his pocket to find a small object.I took it over, and it was a silver ring, which looked very old, with simple lines engraved on it.

"Give you an 'ego'." Qin Si said.

I have heard of this concept in Buddhism.

"Siluo who enters the inner domain is easy to lose himself. It is best to use the 'ego' to determine yourself. You wear this at any time, and when you feel that you are being abducted by the consciousness of the logician, turn around and read your name silently." Qin The secretary pinched the left middle finger demonstratively, and there was a similar ring there.

I feel a little sorry for accepting his favors continuously, and besides, this kind of gift is really ambiguous.

After typing up the manuscript for a long time, I asked to return it to him. Qin Si was taken aback, and then laughed loudly: "What are you thinking! This is what Sister Zhen asked me to give you, and it's not a personal gift from me. Even if we They're all gay, I wouldn't want to woo you so soon!"

Qin Si didn't hold back his words, and I suddenly felt that I was being sentimental, and my ears were burning.The last time I felt this way was when my love letter to Meng Lang was dug out and posted on the college bulletin board.

That period of memory was not pleasant, but once it was recalled, it couldn't be suppressed.

My sleep quality is not good, and I have a bad habit of recognizing my bed. On the first day I lived in the loft, I didn't feel sleepy after tossing and turning.This neighborhood seems to be quite quiet during the day, but it wasn't until midnight that I realized that there was a construction site not far away. The machines were humming, and the high-pressure sodium lamps just came in through the dormer windows, and the curtains couldn't block it.

Lying flat in the quilt, I looked at the mold spots on the ceiling and counted the sheep, and I threw my arms aside, as if I had caught something.I got up and looked through the light, and there was a triangle tip exposed in the gap on the side of the bed.

I pulled it out little by little, and it was a note folded in half with a sentence written on it.

"Don't trust anyone! Go!"

Of course I didn't walk fast, it's the middle of the night, where can I go.

Holding this strange note, maybe I should be nervous, but my body automatically lay back.This new residence, including Ling Fei and Qin Si, made me feel safe, and the handwriting on the note was very clear, with even strength and smooth strokes, not like a warning issued by a person in a state of panic, but rather like a casual message mischief.

The next day I told Qin Si about the matter, and he was very helpless. He said that there was a colleague who lived upstairs before, and he usually played without restraint. When he left the job, he threatened to test his future successor.After that guy moved out, he searched the attic for a long time, expecting to find a set of tricky gift bags, but in the end there was nothing. Who would have thought that this would be the cause of the trouble.

"Facts have proved that you are calm enough and have good judgment. Young man, work hard and have a future!" Qin Si took on the posture of a senior and patted me heavily on the shoulder.

This is obviously a polite compliment, so there is no need to pay attention to it.The thumb of the left hand unconsciously turned over and scratched the middle finger. I'm not used to having an extra ring there.

Life is always trivial, even in the strange profession of Siluo.

There was no task for a week, and the three of us lived in 607, except for taking turns cooking and cleaning.My cat continues to create texts in the attic, Ling Fei often works out and occasionally "hunts for beauty", Qin Si sleeps until noon every day, and occupies the sofa to read magazines and play mobile phones.

This way of dawdling can guarantee an income of 8000 yuan. I am quite satisfied with my new job, and my mood has improved a lot.

However, Meng Lang is getting married next month.

This unrequited love lasted eight years, enough to end a war.

That night I suppressed my emotions for dinner, but Qin Si saw the clues. He went to the attic to persuade me, and the two had a relationship.We didn't get "substantial" in, just settled each other's hands.Because it was the first time, I finished it quickly and felt ashamed, he didn't laugh at me, and we ended up sleeping together all night.

The next morning, I woke up to find that the other side of the bed was empty, and I was inexplicably disappointed.When I went downstairs, I saw Qin Si standing in the dining room, holding two plates of quick-frozen steamed stuffed buns and waiting for the milk to heat up. He turned to see me and said, "Morning, brush your teeth, wash your face and eat."

Ding, the microwave is beeping.At that moment, I liked him a little more.

When it was almost noon, Ling Fei returned to the studio. I naturally pretended that nothing happened, and Qin Si didn't mention it anymore.The two of us seem to have amnesia at the same time, and we have resumed our normal colleague relationship.

To be honest, I never thought I could be with Qin Si.It's too easy for a man with means like him to find a partner. A comforting encounter with me is just a smooth sailing. If I think about it again, I'm afraid I'll be as passionate as I was last time.

The new task arrived in time, resolving the subtle embarrassment in the studio.

The 80-year-old man used all his savings to manage money without telling his children.A few days ago, the old man suffered a stroke and was dying.The eldest son was afraid that the money would not come back after his father died, so he hurried to find his boss, hoping that we could find out which wealth management company the deposit was placed in, and how much it was with principal and interest.

I think the eldest son's actions are a bit inappropriate, but thinking about it, it's his family's business, and I have no right to intervene, so I should pay more attention to how to complete the work when I have time, so as not to hold Ling Fei back.

The steps to enter the inner domain are already familiar, I turned the ring, paid attention to my own proportions, and quickly fixed my body.Ling Fei praised my learning ability and told me roughly how to sneak into deep memory through superficial consciousness.

I only realized it at this time, no wonder I only got a bunch of feelings after I integrated into the girl last time, but Qin Si was able to find out that "Lan Xuan".

"You can't blame him." Ling Fei took the initiative to clear his grievances, "Every Siluo does things in different ways. In my opinion, consciousness and memory are the surface and the inside, but Asi thinks that consciousness includes memory. That’s right. Try to understand it yourself, and use whichever you think is easier to use.”

I was a little confused, and I didn't have time to think about it, so I was dragged to a place by Ling Fei.

Different from the previous two times, there are old houses, new buildings, rows of old warehouses, cramped wedding rooms, and farmland in mist and rain. Countless spaces overlap; anger, joy, relief, loss, arrogance, and many emotions also stacked together.It was an indescribable feeling. My feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, almost floating, and my body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move.I look at Ling Fei again, she has also become very weird, every space has her, every emotion infects her.Her body was split into thousands of shapes and distorted into various shapes. I was in such a strange scene, and it was the first time I felt terrified since I joined the job.

"Don't panic." Countless Ling Fei spoke together, and it was very noisy for a while, "You regard this as a room waiting to be cleaned up, and then use your imagination to make a cabinet, and put the messy things in it one by one."

I tried to do just that, tightening, compressing, and tidying up the scene, and I got a bunch of crappy big cabinets, crooked and very gothic.

"Hey, I usually make it look like a traditional Chinese medicine cabinet, yours is more like a dense cabinet in an archive." Many Ling Fei turned back to Ling Fei, and looked around my work twice, "Now the memory is solidified, Find out which drawer the money is hidden in."

I didn't know how to find it, but Ling Fei pouted, saying that I made this memory drawer, and she was not familiar with it.I had no choice but to mobilize my consciousness to search for information about deposits. Pop, pop, pop, several drawers popped open automatically.

Standing on tiptoe, I looked at the nearest drawer, which contained not things, but a scene.

At this moment, the inspiration flashed, I listened to my thoughts, and jumped in with my hands.

Time and space changed in an instant, I was sitting in a customer room, and there was a man across the table, looking down at a 12 receipt.Out of the corner of my eye, I landed on the brochure in his hand, with a few large characters printed on the cover: Jinying Financial Management, Wealth Life.

After completing the task, I had a rare sense of accomplishment, and was about to leave when the man opposite raised his head.

He has the face of a mouse.

I instinctively sensed danger and got up to run away.The Ratman knocked over the table and rushed over, biting my right leg with one bite, piercing my trousers with two rows of sharp teeth, and firmly wedged into the skin.I saw the blood pouring out, but my mind was surprisingly calm: this is the world of consciousness, and it will not affect reality, even if my leg is bitten off, it should be fine.

boom!The rat man suddenly leaned back, let go of his mouth and fell backwards, the blood spurted from his forehead drew an arc.

It was Ling Fei who fired the gun.