After awakening the memory of the world

"What%3F?" Xi Jiansong flicked the jammed paper in his hand, and the electric current at his fingertips recovered in an instant. He glanced at Ji Qingyan's calm attitude, and outlined a smile that was not a smile: "This is Your recovery %3F"

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, slowly hooked the secure chip on his fingertips, breathed a sigh of relief, and said simply: "This is the access card."

"Although I am only responsible for the blueprint design before construction, it is tacitly understood by all designers that there will be emergency access cards in every lounge, but these access cards can only open the escape window," Ji Qingyan did not say Too much, he thought about how to act separately from the other party next.

The chip in his hand was not complete, Ji Qingyan suppressed his confusion, and put his hand back into the frame, Xi Jiansong looked away from his side, as if he believed his words.

But Ji Qingyan knew that his words were full of flaws, as long as the other party came back to his senses and thought about it, he would be able to detect something wrong.

But how could Ji Qingyan give Xi Jiansong such an opportunity? After he put down the frame, he didn't ask for the card back, as if he wasn't the one who wanted to put it away quietly.

At this moment, Ji Qingyan's focus is on the wall where the photo frame is removed, the water light falls from the top, and the silvery white light seems to tie everything in the construction site.

"What is this?" Xi Jiansong asked, he had clearly checked it before, but he still looked at Ji Qingyan knowingly.

The sound of falling rain came from next to his ear, and when Ji Qingyan heard Xi Jiansong's question, a slight smile appeared on his lips, as if he was pampering the other party, and the gentleness that he hadn't even noticed.

"The energy connected to the construction point, amber becomes the junction of the turning point," Ji Qingyan didn't reach out to touch it. What really surprised him was not such a narrow energy cabin, but the sound of water droplets from time to time.

The amount of rainfall outside seemed to exceed the tolerance of the interior of the construction site, and the sound of the rain became louder and louder. Ji Qingyan could even feel the chill of the water droplets falling on his side.

He realized something was wrong, Ji Qingyan's dark eyes seemed to be holding back something, his voice fell lightly in the air.

Ji Qingyan suppressed his confusion, but he couldn't help but ask, "Is it raining?"

His voice was very soft, if Xi Jiansong hadn't been paying attention to Ji Qingyan, he would have almost missed the other's words.

Xi Jiansong frowned slightly: "It's raining?" But he didn't hear any sound. Since he first entered this lounge, Xi Jiansong didn't hear any sound. The only window in the room was open, and the sky It's a grayish color without the slightest gleam.

Ji Qingyan frowned slightly, his fingertips pressed against his palm, as if he had a severe headache, but his fragility seemed to be only half exposed, and soon receded like a tide, so that people couldn't tell who he was. true state.

Ji Qingyan raised his eyes and stared at Xi Jiansong for less than a second, then withdrew his gaze, and said anxiously, "What's wrong?"

"Did you hear the sound of rain?" Xi Jiansong asked suddenly.

"Since when did you hear it?" Xi Jiansong's fingertips surrounded a slightly moving electric arc, extending outward from his palm with a purple-blue streamer.

Ji Qingyan twitched his fingertips lightly, watching the water stains overflowing from the energy cabin rushing towards him, whether this was a hallucination, or everything that happened before%3F Ji Qingyan didn't understand, he looked at Xi Jiansong in embarrassment , but failed to say the words for help, he could feel the coldness coming from the skin, with the coldness of the water.

He stood alone in the rain, and when he looked up at the sky, all the barriers disappeared, Ji Qingyan subconsciously called Xi Jiansong's name, but only a vague sound came from a distance.

When the water splashed up, it bound Ji Qingyan's ankle like a long sleeve. His wound was not healed yet, the water soaked in from the gauze, and the pain brought Ji Qingyan back to his senses. Escaping from Ji Qingyan's fingertips, when the book was unfolded, the water flow was blocked.

Ji Qingyan looked around vigilantly. The disappearance of Xi Jiansong made him tense instinctively. He saw the ghost in the shadows opening its scarlet eyes and looking at him. As the silver light slowly fell, the place where he was standing was covered with a layer of solid ice.

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, and put the chip in his palm back into the terminal. He didn't act rashly, and he didn't contact Xi Jiansong. He was sent to this place by the miniature energy on the painting, which proved that it was still inside the construction site.

But it's not a good decision to stay here forever, Ji Qingyan can feel that the fluctuating star power here spreads quickly, and it won't be long before the first round of blizzard is coming, he must find a place where he can stay Dodge, otherwise it is very likely to die here first.

Ji Qingyan mobilized the star energy to block the wind and snow outside. He walked forward. The wind and snow seemed to be guiding him, urging him to walk in a certain direction. The ice sculptures on the road bowed their heads reverently. Ji Qingyan Weir has no direction to choose, because where he walks, there is only one path under his feet.

The end of the road is an altar made of ice. The statue of the goddess of fate is majestic, sitting on the throne of ice, holding a pair of silver scissors, reaching the line of life, as if to end the final destiny .

"...Atropos," Ji Qingyan murmured to himself. He stood in the ancient miracle, but the statue did not respond to his words, but silently looked at the long thread in his hand that was about to be cut short, with sad eyes.

The three goddesses of fate, Plato thought their mother was Anan Ke, Ji Qingyan held his hand slightly, his dark eyes reflected the image of the world, the statue in Greek mythology was in front of him at this moment, he couldn't help recalling Remember those obscure pages I have read.

The fixed number and inevitable deification in Greek mythology, Ji Qingyan took a few steps back, the statue on the altar began to change, the statue of Atropos disappeared, replaced by the goddess Anan holding a spindle carve.

Ji Qingyan frowned slightly, and what he saw foreshadowed something%3F broke the rules of fate, but determinism and inevitability cannot be changed.

Standing in this boundless snowy area, Ji Qingyan once again sensed his own insignificance and the vastness of the world. He slowly covered his right hand, but his fingertips were wet with blood. In a cold snow field, this reddish color gradually stiffened.

"Are you okay%3F?" Xi Jiansong asked worriedly. They were in the descending ladder at the moment. Xi Jiansong held Ji Qingyan's waist with one hand. The arc of the fingertips drew a rope in an instant, stopping everything here.