After awakening the memory of the world

"How did you think about what you said a few days ago?" Xi Jiansong asked bluntly, with a calm voice, as if it didn't matter whether Ji Qingyan agreed or not.

Ji Qingyan's eyes slowly fell, the black pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of gloomy frost, but soon, this tiny layer of frost seemed to melt, and completely disappeared.

Xi Jiansong didn't know if this was his own illusion, but felt that at a certain moment, he sympathized with Ji Qingyan's thoughts.

He seemed to be in a trance and saw the footprints on a deserted snowfield, which were gradually lost in the wind and snow.

"Admiral?" Ji Qingyan asked in surprise, his eyes were also stained with worry, he bit his lip subconsciously, and reached out to grab the corner of his clothes.

"I can help you first for the time being," Ji Qingyan backed down, "but this does not mean that I agree to join the Supervision Bureau."

Ji Qingyan said apologetically: "I don't know why, I instinctively reject this place, maybe there is something in it that makes me feel uncomfortable."

Xi Jiansong's eyes turned dark, and he slowly rolled up a sincere smile: "No matter what, we are all on the same front now."

The palms of the two touched, and after the light-colored stars merged with each other, they unanimously let go of their overlapping hands.

The short oath connected them, and even the trajectory of the star energy fluctuating around them can be seen more clearly.

Xi Jiansong's expression also showed a little exclamation: "I really didn't pick the wrong person."

Ji Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "That's it." He lowered his eyelids and said: "Admiral, go slowly, I won't see you off."

"I thought you had something to give me," Xi Jiansong said with a chuckle, and he took a few steps towards Ji Qingyan.

"If I'm not wrong, there are still some missing things in that report, right?" Xi Jiansong opened his hands and looked directly at Ji Qingyan.

"This is just a preliminary report, and all conclusions may be completely overturned at the last moment." Ji Qingyan did not dodge, he said slowly: "I just deleted some controversial parts, some disturbing information After weighing whether to keep it, I should still have this right, right?"

Ji Qingyan retorted unhurriedly, and he walked towards the stairwell. The faint light outside the window could not dispel the stalemate atmosphere in the room, nor could it warm Ji Qingyan's lone figure.

Ji Qingyan didn't look back, he grabbed his trembling arms and walked towards the bedroom, closing the door gently. At this moment, he could clearly feel his fear.

Every minute and every second of the conversation burned each other like a flame, Ji Qingyan felt the sudden pain at this moment, he covered his ears, and sat down slowly leaning against the door.

The cold touch brought back some of his sanity, but soon, Ji Qingyan fell into the second round of self-loathing.

The icy trajectories of star energy hurriedly reveal a bizarre world, and Ji Qingyan's eyes are like an unfolding oil painting, just like the dream world described by Monet.

But soon, this warm scene was replaced by icy cold, and the transformed scene dissipated into the sky like soot, and continued to sink here.

Even if it is a temporary vow, Xi Jiansong's overly strong mental power still tortures Ji Qingyan, and the excessive empathy brought by the book record makes all emotions nowhere to escape.

People's emotions and changing mentality are never unreasonable. If he could, he would be a good observer, but too many emotions are like bursting water pipes, and it is difficult for Ji Qingyan to grasp them all.

The tide called pain gradually receded, and Ji Qingyan finally ushered in a complete calm, his chest was still numb with pain, he pulled away from this suffocation, and just wanted to sleep well again.

But he was also afraid of sleep and darkness, and what he was looking for in despair was not hope, but another kind of despair.

Ji Qingyan rubbed his forehead, got up slowly, and walked towards the bed. He leaned against the head of the bed, slowly closing his eyes, the trembling eyelashes contained sparkling water.

Ji Qingyan buckled the smart ring on his wrist, and the first thing that popped up was Xi Jiansong's verification message. He quickly passed the other party's message, then flipped through the file that Gu Fei'an had left for him, and played it back Called the other party, but there was no response.

He turned to focus on this document, the signing under the transfer order was in a hurry, Ji Qingyan slowly rubbed the calluses on his knuckles, and kept recalling the day at the exhibition in his mind.

The woman who shouldn't have died, the tired eyes, the smell of blood, and the broken call.

Ji Qingyan's eyes widened suddenly, and his fingertips rested on the other side of the light screen. In Jing Shengchi's personal file, the family relationship was extended. Her younger brother Jing Shengnian disappeared when he was 6 years old and was never seen again. trace.

Ji Qingyan slowly stagnated on the word "missing". With the current science and technology, how could a lost child disappear out of thin air? His authority is not that high, and he can only find the simplified dossier that was published in the system. , the course of the case is confusing.

None of the electronic eyes in the city had recorded the child's trace. The day before his disappearance, his parents took Jing Shengnian to the exhibition. His sister Jing Shengjiang was still studying. At dusk and sunset, the way home should have been illuminated. But the child seemed to have evaporated from the world, and there was no trace of him anymore.

The light-colored light of the light screen was slowly shining, and Ji Qingyan was completely awake. He stood up, sat on the side of the bay window, leaned against the thick glass window, and continued to focus on the text in the light screen. .

But these dossiers were stitched together in fragments, as if someone deliberately hid some content. Ji Qingyan quickly went through all these materials. Due to the age, there were many broken time reports that were not filled in. , he listed all these files in a simple timetable and sent them to Xi Jiansong.

He took out a bottle of satiety medicine from the cabinet under the bay window and silently replenished his energy. Ji Qingyan looked at the gradually dimming Yaotai mirror outside the window, and his energy once again fell into a temporary dormancy. Only the street lights were still on silently.

Like the gray tone after all the colors have faded, it is lazy and drunk in the night.

Ji Qingyan slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep again in this tranquility.

The next day, the morning came as promised, and through the floating curtains, the light shone on him. Ji Qingyan slowly opened his eyes. After stretching, he rubbed his eyes and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Ji Qingyan looked at the smart ring, and the time on it was still showing 5:13. He looked away, twisted the towel clean and hung it up. After changing his clothes, he put the terminal on the bedside table in his coat pocket, carried it He left the house with a small bottle of satiety medicine.

He is still a little unaccustomed to flying on the road at too fast speed, but fortunately, the location of the research institute is not very far from Ji Qingyan's residence. He walked on the quiet street, and the light like broken gold fell with bright colors .