[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

After death, people are divided into two parts, the soul is gone, but the body is still in this world.

Janna is not dead, body and soul are still separated.

On the bustling streets of London, no one would have guessed that the person residing in this body is another soul.

Osiris did not follow.Maybe he followed, in a way Janna didn't notice.

Janna walked aimlessly along the street where she got off the car for more than ten minutes. When she raised her eyes, the sparkling water of the Thames River came into her eyes.

She remembered that Baker Street was very close to the Thames River, because it was here that she once met Osiris, and then gained a little trust from him with her acting skills all her life.

She didn't know when he started to fall in love, and she thought too much.

He is death, she is human.Life is long, but it is very short for him.

Even if she likes him, in another ten years, in another 20 years, he will remain young forever, and she will wait for time to consume her vitality.

Are they really possible?

The people she meets with her body are not unimportant to her, but they are too short-lived to leave any thoughts she shouldn't have.

But Osiris is different, he exists in every new life of her, and has witnessed every death of her.She gradually got used to it from fear at the beginning, accepting his existence little by little.

Until he said he liked her.

It's not that she doesn't want to respond, but that she doesn't know how to respond.

"The lake is beautiful, isn't it?"

Janna came back to her senses in the sweet female voice.

At some point, a young woman in a woolen coat was sitting on the seat next to her. Her shoulder-length short hair like light golden seaweed matched a pair of thin-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses on the frame of her face. whitish.The whole person looks a little weak but very approachable.

"Yes, it feels like the soul is at peace," Janna replied.

"Is it really calm? Your soul." The woman tilted her head and spoke calmly. "You seem to be worried. I'm a psychiatrist. Let's see if I can help you."

"……"Psychologist?

Hearing about this profession in London, she couldn't help but imagine that in the suburban villa, Osiris sat opposite her as her psychotherapist, fully aware of her acting skills.

"Olos." The woman introduced herself and said, "Last time, I noticed a young man with a worried face here, and I didn't go forward. Later, he jumped into the Thames River from here, and waited for the body to be picked up. It was already cold when we came up."

"..." Janna, "Good afternoon, Janna."

The wind blows by the river, and two young women sit side by side on a bench by the river bank.

"You're right, maybe my soul will never be at peace."

She couldn't tell how long such days would repeat.My body is obviously improving little by little, but my soul is not stable at all.

"Would you mind telling me? I swear, I won't tell anyone." Olos put a consoling smile on her mouth, "You remind me of another person, a soul who longs to stop, but finds forever Poor lady not in the way of landing."

"Oh? Then what about her now, has she been cured by you?" Of course, Janna would not tell passers-by about some things.She didn't have to say it, and they wouldn't believe it.

Oulos pursed her lips, "She is much more serious than you imagined, she was born with it, and it is not so easy to heal."

"Then maybe I am too. My situation is more serious than you think."

From Janna's point of view, one of them was talking about psychology and the other was talking about soul.

"There are a lot of people who come to me to see a doctor. Some people don't get sick because they can't think of it, but because they think too much." Olos' voice is soft and powerful, like a lullaby, which spreads to Janna In the ear, "it is so special that it surpasses everyone, like a plane trapped in bad weather that can never land, lost in its own world, obviously can think of it, but never knows how to land."

Janna smiled: "Then you think highly of me. There are still many things I don't know. Rather than being lost, it is better to say that I am very confused about the future."

For countless days to come, her soul will travel between two worlds, living in no fixed place, facing death at any time in this world.

"But in my opinion, it's other things that make you feel sad right now..." She paused, and asked a rhetorical question, "Is it about love?"

Oulos' eyes are beautiful, they are a kind of crystal clear blue-gray under the overcast weather.

Janna thought this kind of pupil color was rare and familiar, but she couldn't remember where she saw it.

Maybe Olos is really a psychiatrist, and she has indeed seen what the problem that troubled her is about.

"There is a person who likes me, he has been waiting to respond to him, but I don't know what I think." Janna said ambiguously.

"So it seems that you don't like him?" Olos asked patiently.

"Of course not!" Janna's negation was half a second faster than her thoughts.After she finished speaking, she was also taken aback.

"If he likes you and you also have feelings for him, why are you distressed." Olos looked at her, "It seems that you are not the same way."

"Sorry? What did you say?" Of course Janna knew she was different from Osiris, but obviously she didn't mean it that way.

The sky was getting heavier and heavier at this time, and very thin raindrops were falling down.

Olos went on talking to herself: "From your eyes, I can see that you don't feel like you belong here. You have too many worries, you want to leave here, and you want to calm down. But you know, if you Respond to him, and you may be doomed to turmoil and restlessness."

Janna stood up unconsciously, "Is this really something a psychiatrist can see? Who are you?"

The woman's hand naturally stuck to her back, leading her forward a little bit, "Jana, actually, you have always wanted to try something, right? You want to know, is it possible to return to the original life."

In front of it is a stone fence and below it is the River Thames.The rain gradually became heavier and hit the river. If a heavy object suddenly fell into the lake, it would be difficult for ordinary people to notice.

Just like that man, Olos thought of the troubled young man she saw last time, he hugged his head and cried by the river, and then she gave him relief, real relief.

Janna felt more and more dizzy in her brain, and she knew that something was wrong with this woman's behavior.

But she can't seem to control herself, she just wants to follow her words and do what she wants her to do.

At the moment when her hands were on the rough stone river rail and her body was leaning down, a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around her chest, pulling her backwards with frightening force, grabbing her tightly. Into a bosom.

The voice in her ear still gave her a half-awake, half-dream state: "Janna, what are you doing?"

"I..." She turned around and looked at the people who surrounded her with a bewildered expression, "Osiris? I don't know, I just think I should jump from here."

She bumped into his eyes, and the darkness and coldness in his eyes made her wake up a bit.

When he saw Janna leaning over the Thames railing and intending to jump, he felt unnamed uneasiness and anger at the same time.Although he pushed her too far this time, he didn't expect her to avoid responding to him in this way.

He seemed to be able to guess her answer from her behavior, and she wanted to reject him.

But Osiris couldn't make him watch her jump from here.Like Janna, he didn't know the difference between suicide and physical death.

He didn't even hesitate and chose to stop her, but her first sentence was indeed that she felt that she should jump from here.

"My pursuit is so terrible that you want to commit suicide?" He still didn't let go of her, afraid that if he let go, she would turn around and fall into the river.

Raindrops fell into Janna's pupils, and after a few hard blinks she finally realized what she was doing just now.

She was just talking to a woman who claimed to be a psychiatrist, and gradually began to lose control of her behavior. Finally, a voice told her that she should kill herself to get rid of all this.

"Where's the psychiatrist?" Janna looked around, but couldn't see anyone else.

"Psychiatrist?" Osiris frowned, "Which psychiatrist do you know?"

Finally, Janna saw the woman who called herself Olos a few steps above here.

She seemed to be a different person, looked at the direction she was in with a bit of regret, then showed an unknown smile, turned and left.

Osiris also noticed the man Janna was looking at.At this time, he was calmer than before.

Not long ago, this river also drowned a person.The soul floating from the river said that he didn't want to kill himself, but he met someone before he died.

"I remembered." Janna took a few deep breaths, she knew where she had seen those beautiful eyes recently.

Clear gray-blue, that is the eye color of Mycroft, including Sherlock, this is the genetic gene of the Sherlock Holmes family.

But their family, aren't they two brothers?But the IQ of a person who can do this kind of thing is indeed very similar to...

"A little trick of hypnosis?" This conclusion made him feel at ease, but he still couldn't suppress the previous thought, "Jana, if I'm really hard for you to accept, you can completely refuse, you know I won't be right What do you do."

The current amount of rain was no longer drizzle, and the rain blurred the sight of the two of them.

The scythe appeared in the hands of Osiris again, and when Janna couldn't understand what he was going to do, when he raised it, it was already a big umbrella covering the two of them.

There are some special patterns wrapped around the umbrella frame and handle, and the rainwater is completely blocked out and cannot penetrate at all.

——"It seems that you don't like him?"

--"of course not!"

She still couldn't get rid of the conversation with Oulos in her mind.

Osiris in front of him still had one hand around her waist. After he said that, his gray eyes didn't know whether it was the rain or something. They were foggy and stared at her in frustration, waiting for her to reply. .

As if he had figured out how she would answer, the corners of his mouth twitched helplessly.

"Osiris." Janna whispered his name.

He lowered his jaw a little more, waiting for her answer.

On the bank of the Thames on a rainy day, Janna, who seemed to have finally determined something, raised her head, hooked her hands around Osiris' neck, and at the same time pressed down, her lips touched the same soft touch.

What is it like to kiss death with a dying body?Before Janna could feel it, the hand behind her had already slid down her back to her neck, and then pressed her down, deepening the kiss in turn, with lips and teeth intertwined, dense and warm.

Behind him was the non-stop water of the Thames, surrounded by dense rainwater. Osiris did not expect this to happen. He would cover himself under his body, demanding this kiss carefully and greedily.

He didn't stop until the person in front of him let out a low "woo", and after he separated a little, he saw Janna's eyes were wet, and she looked at him with some grievances, "Osiris, I might really think a little too much ...I've actually been..."

She just started her words, but he blocked them with his lips.

"Jana, that's enough."

He pressed against her lips, licked her lips lightly, and kissed her again.

Let's talk about the future when the rain stops.