After awakening the memory of the world

"Silver Heart Distance..." Ji Qingyan muttered to himself, his expression was solemn, as if he had made some decision, after he returned to the bedroom, he changed into his own clothes, and stretched out his hand to pat on the Modina mechanical arm. Tap, the pure white star energy transformed into a circle of strange totems from his fingertips, attached to the body, and gradually dissipated.

Ji Qingyan slightly bent his lips and smiled. He awakened his smart ring and concealed his whereabouts. At ten o'clock in the noon, he opened the door and left here.

After Ji Qingyan got on the flight, he erased his position and quickly changed to a new direction.

This time he was going to Changhong Prison, where researchers who violated the rules were detained. It was not too far away from the cabin, so it didn't take long for Ji Qingyan to arrive at this barren white fortress. .

There were dots of light blue falling snow floating in the sky in the west district, and the dim light illuminated this place that even the sun was unwilling to give alms. Compared with the time when Ji Qingyan came here before, it was more gloomy and terrifying.

Only dead branches remained in the dark forest, and everything else disappeared, as if there was no life. Ji Qingyan's expression was dimmed. He got off from the flight, and the snow on the road was deep. The milky white light condensed slightly on the tip, gradually enveloping Ji Qingyan himself, he regretted not wearing thicker clothes today.

The fierce cold wind blew everything in the west area, Ji Qingyan put on his hood, and broke into the area covered by the snowstorm alone.

A small light that appeared and disappeared gradually appeared in the center of the eye of the storm. Under the guidance of the satellite map, Ji Qingyan came to Changhong's door. He leaned his wrist on the identification cabin, and the light blue light slowly scanned Over Ji Qingyan's body, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, blocking the cold air out.

The heavy synthetic door slowly unfolded to both sides, and Ji Qingyan walked forward continuously on the ice. When the door was completely closed, the temperature in this space began to warm up continuously, and the melted snow water slowly drip down.

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, before he said anything, a tall man in explosion-proof suit came out, as if he knew the purpose of the other party's visit, the other party silently handed over an ID card.

"Thank you," Ji Qingyan smiled, even though there was no sincerity in his eyes, he still smiled subconsciously.

"He's not in good condition," the man said coldly. He put on his hat and lowered the brim of his hat: "We've already brought it up, you only have half an hour."

As soon as the voice fell, the man disappeared, and Ji Qingyan's mouth twitched slightly, and he quickly strode forward. Ji Qingyan soon came to the interrogation area, and walked slowly in front of a half-closed door. Slowly stopped.

He put his hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open. Ji Qingyan sat on the seat separated by only one glass, the light was dim, and Zhan Fengzhuo on the opposite side put his hands together, with a look in his eyes. Dizzy with heavy haze.

Zhan Fengzhuo's condition was far worse than before, his gray stubble had grown out, but Zhan Fengzhuo didn't care, he looked very decadent.

Ji Qingyan was silent, only the sound of breathing could be heard in the two intersecting spaces, Ji Qingyan suddenly lowered his eyes, and he had a bit of a bitter smile helplessly: "You are not living well."

As if hearing Ji Qingyan's sudden voice, Zhan Fengzhuo trembled. He raised his head in horror and stared at Ji Qingyan. He bit his lower lip as if masochistic, Zhan Fengzhuo's breathing was heavy , as if he had caught a cold, his voice seemed a little muffled.

"I...I don't know."

There was a hint of heartache in Ji Qingyan's eyes, but he didn't back down. All the injuries were irreparable faults. Now that they have happened, there is no possibility of turning back.

"Don't you remember anything?" Ji Qingyan's voice was soft, and he tried to appease Zhan Fengzhuo and calm him down.

Zhan Fengzhuo raised his hand to cover his forehead, and he was wearing a pair of iron-gray restraint rings on his wrists. Zhan Fengzhuo was sobbing, but here, tears are the most worthless thing. For a while, the empty interrogation room Zhan Fengzhuo's desperate cry echoed.

Ji Qingyan pursed his lips slightly, he didn't try to speak again, but just waited.

It didn't take him long, Zhan Fengzhuo's crying gradually dissipated, leaving only a little choked sobs, Ji Qingyan saw that Zhan Fengzhuo was still wearing the familiar glass pendant on his wrist, and the drop-shaped lines under the light There was a dim light.

"As long as I remember," Zhan Fengzhuo sobbed, he scribbled to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, his voice was no longer trembling, but it was very hoarse, he covered his eyes, and then said: "There is nothing in my mind. I will keep reminiscing about the scene of that year..."

Ji Qingyan unfolded the recorder, calmly leading the topic: "What scene?"

"...a lot of dead people," Zhan Fengzhuo said with some hesitation in his voice, recalling, "There are still a lot of flames, I can't see the direction."

Ji Qingyan's fingertips gradually stopped on Zhan Fengzhuo's information, he frowned slightly, and focused his eyes on Zhan Fengzhuo again.

"I can't stop them from dying, just like I can't stop myself from rotting..." Zhan Fengzhuo's voice was low, the gray under his eyes was heavy, Zhan Fengzhuo put his hands down, and even his voice became hollow, almost whispering Ban said: "They are all dead."

"Whether it's my family, or my friends."

The pure white book was slowly flipping beside Ji Qingyan. Through countless experiments, he finally noticed another usage of star energy. Perhaps this was the main culprit that caused his memory confusion, but now he has already taken care of it. Not so much.

"Are you afraid?" Ji Qingyan asked softly, the words he spoke carried his star energy, and slowly floated towards Zhan Fengzhuo.

When Zhan Fengzhuo heard this question, he twitched the corner of his lips bitterly, his eyes became a little strange: "Scared."

"But I'm also grateful for their deaths," Zhan Fengzhuo said.

A hint of silver glow scattered from their dividing point, Ji Qingyan put the book record in front of Zhan Fengzhuo, his voice was soft, but Zhan Fengzhuo could hear it clearly.

"Give me your pain," Ji Qingyan said, "Exchange your lost memory."

The dark turbid air fell in the book in an instant, spinning and spreading, Ji Qingyan stood up, he stretched out his right hand, the scarlet mark climbed onto his arm, Ji Qingyan slowly closed his eyes.

The dark red totems bloomed in the corners of Ji Qingyan's eyes, and Ji Qingyan's voice became calmer, his fingertips were condensed with a glimmer of light, and the formation spun from under their feet, Zhan Fengzhuo stared blankly for a while. With Ji Qingyan.

There was a long silence between them.

Finally, Zhan Fengzhuo spoke, his voice was no longer trembling, and even his eyes were filled with negative self-confidence.

"I saw a man wearing a white mask."