After awakening the memory of the world

"Admiral, isn't he very leisurely?" Ji Qingyan lowered his eyelids, looking very obediently standing on the side of the backlight.

Listening to the erratic voice, Xi Jiansong took a few steps forward, approached Ji Qingyan, and said with a light smile, "I can still spare time to recruit talents."

"You hide a lot of secrets," Xi Jiansong said next to Ji Qingyan's ear, Ji Qingyan's hair stood on end under the tremendous coercion, but the other party seemed to be just warning, and quickly retreated.

"But I don't mind," Xi Jiansong said, crossing his arms, "Student Ji is very capable. I look forward to seeing you in the Supervision Bureau one day."

Holding the piece of paper left by Xi Jiansong, Ji Qingyan slowly relieved himself in the darkness. When he returned to the bedroom, he raised his hand to check the time. The Dianyao mirror had fallen into a dormant state. Putting the piece of paper on the desk, when the curtain was drawn, only the street lamp was still on silently.

He opened the window, and the cold wind came in. He breathed a sigh of relief, and sat by the bay window with a slightly confused expression. Ji Qingyan closed his eyes, feeling the breeze, and he seemed to be indulging in dreams again. In the blue sky, there are clouds like cotton wool.

The light of the sun is like pieces of gold scattered in the world, and the way home is covered with torch-like flames. This light is gentle, but firmer than starlight. It guards the night and the mission of the sky. On the road of pursuit, it is unwavering. .

Ji Qingyan walked in the silent red, and the road under his feet was the beginning of darkness. When he was walking forward, the death knell was sounded, and the white doves flapped their wings and flew towards the sky, dropping a song of liberation.

Too many voices came to him like tides, they were the tears of old friends, persistent faith and love, in the soft singing, the door opened at Ji Qingyan's feet, Tang Qingmiao's voice was desperate, tears It is a letter from a close friend, which has turned into a pointer to the truth on the long road, and has fallen on the way back.

Amid the stinging pain, Ji Qingyan opened his eyes, his forehead hair was wet with sweat, the morning light outside the window turned into a warm yellow hue, Ji Qingyan stood up top-heavy, he leaned on the wall and walked towards the bathroom, the mirror surface Ji Qingyan's pale face was reflected on the surface. When he touched the cold water and touched the tip of his eyes, he pressed his fingertips slightly.

When he saw his own irises, it was like seeing a pool of dead water. Ji Qingyan's fingertips trembled, and in the end he just closed his eyelids. Cold water drops fell from the corner of his forehead, and he washed himself away in peace. Panic all over.

When changing his clothes, Ji Qingyan took out the earbud from the bedside table, a black diamond was inlaid on it, and he put the earbud on the earlobe of his right ear. When he went downstairs, the glass on the living room window had already been replaced. Even the glass shards that fell on the carpet were cleaned up, and Ji Qingyan didn't lose sight of it.

He walked to the kitchen, took out a tube of satiety medicine from the refrigerator, and walked out the door with his mouth in his mouth.

The distance of the exhibition is not very far, but the flow of people has increased a lot compared to yesterday. Ji Qingyan took out the magnetic card from his pocket, avoided the flow of people, took an extra detour, and swiped the card through the back door to enter the exhibition hall.

Ji Qingyan walked towards the exhibition hall on the first floor, a lot of people had already gathered here, the paintings hanging high on the wall had some cold gazes, a woman in a hurry bumped into Ji Qing as if in a panic weir.

"Are you okay%3F" Ji Qingyan stretched out his hand to help the other party, but the warm blood soaked his palm, and the cold blade turned into water and fell, bringing Ji Qingyan back to his senses in an instant.

The crowd was noisy, full of panic and screams, but in Ji Qingyan's arms, the eyes gradually dimmed, the other's vital signs gradually disappeared, and even his breathing became weak.

Ji Qingyan's hands were trembling, his vision was blurred by the loss of a life, and the people from the first aid hospital pushed away the crowd with first aid kits and ran towards them.

There were half-dried blood stains on his hands, and when he was pulled away, he was still in a daze, and Ji Qingyan felt that he couldn't breathe.

"Are you okay%3F?" Xi Jiansong asked. He grabbed Ji Qingyan's wrist, took out the wet wipes in the medical kit, and wanted to wipe off the blood on the palm of his hand, but Ji Qingyan just seemed to be After calmly shaking his head, he retracted his hands and folded them quietly.

Xi Jiansong handed the wet wipes in his hand to the other party, and locked his eyes on the scene of the crime. As early as when he came with the team, he had already checked the surveillance in the exhibition hall. The display window side extends outwards.

It also means that the woman may have been attacked on floors above the second floor. Before Xi Liansong could think about it, Ji Qingyan wiped off the blood on his hands, and the emergency doctor at the emergency hospital just stood up and shook his head. , indicating that nothing can be done.

"Admiral, the blood started from the innermost mural on the third floor." A commissioner hurried down and stood still in front of Xi Jiansong: "The crowd upstairs has already started to evacuate, Lao Song and the others have already led the team outside Check the identities of everyone today."

Xi Jiansong nodded, indicating that the other party could continue the investigation. He walked up to the woman who was pronounced dead by the emergency doctor. The woman's complexion gradually turned sallow. He waved his hand to make the medical staff stop what they were doing. Xi Jiansong pulled out the light curtain, After collecting the traces, the data of population comparison soon appeared beside him.

"Jingshengchi%3F" Xi Jiansong's expression was gloomy, and he repeated the name in a low voice, trying to find out if there was such a person in his memory, but soon, he stood up and walked towards Ji Qingyan: "I don't know classmate Ji Why are you here today?"

"Looking at the exhibition," Ji Qingyan rubbed his palms subconsciously, but his eyes wandered on the body of the deceased who was sent away. He noticed a prying sight, hidden behind the monitoring, observing the outside world with the eyes of technology. everything.

Ji Qingyan's dark eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, the strange star located at the bloodstain spread out the fear that belongs to the dead alone, the dark light overlapped, and when he opened his eyes again, floating in Ji Qingyan's eyes. The third page of the book next to Qingyan was turned outward, and the light gray light gradually shrouded his clothes from the other side of the window.

The moment his eyes wandered, Ji Qingyan heard singing, and his eyes were borrowed from the invisible field of vision.

Someone was talking, but the voice was indistinct.Soon there were only sporadic silences left, as if immersed in the deepest seabed, Ji Qingyan could only hear the ringing of the hands of the clock crossing zero.

Ji Qingyan's cold sweat gradually ran down his back. He sensed something was wrong, but he just handed the magnetic card he cracked to Xi Jiansong's hand.

The other party did not refuse, and after reaching out to take the magnetic card with the highest authority, Xi Jiansong suddenly frowned as if he had sensed something.The surroundings became quiet in an instant, and Ji Qingyan could feel the strange star energy overflowing from upstairs, which was from the same source as the star energy he had noticed before.But Xi Jiansong's mental strength was stronger than Ji Qingyan's, and he could detect more things that were wrong.