Altar of Infinity

Jiang Jichu said "Yes", but didn't move. Xie Ji ignored such trivial matters as washing his face and went straight to the bathroom.

He withdrew his gaze from the bathroom door, and getting along with Xie Ji flashed before his eyes one by one.

At the auction, Xie Ji was a well-known Mr. Xie in the mall at that time, steady and mature.

Then before the exhibition, Xie Ji appeared out of nowhere, blocked Li Tianheng's entanglement for him, and promised him to go to the coffee shop for coffee. The two chatted speculatively.

Xie Ji encountered a ghost last night and was forced to stay overnight at his house. Facing hidden dangers, Xie Ji is an ordinary person who is calm and calm in times of crisis.

The two had a fight this morning. Xie Ji's handsome and elegant appearance had great skills. He already believed Xie Ji's words. Xie Ji is not a romantic person. He really wanted to use the little mole on his waist to confirm what was important. matter.

I've only seen it a few times, and Xie Ji seems to be different every time...

Jiang Ji first glanced at the mirror standing beside him.

What does the little mole on his waist represent?

"Is there any disposable toothpaste and toothbrush?" Xie Ji suddenly poked his head out of the bathroom and asked him with his black hair wet by water.

He straightened his clothes and walked towards the bathroom: "The cabinet below."

·

The wind and rain did not stop in Z City, and it was still dark when we got up early.

Xie Ji was trapped by a ghost, the situation was unusual, and Yang Yuan didn't honestly wait for the owner to open the door.

He climbed over the wall skillfully, came to the house again, clicked twice on the anti-theft lock, and the lock opened in response.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw the broken sofa in two. Strangely, apart from the broken sofa, there were no other signs of fighting in the living room.

Yang Yuan continued walking, and subconsciously glanced into an open room as he passed by.

It was as weird as the living room, except that the bed had collapsed, and there were no other signs of fighting.

"You're here." Xie Ji appeared from the corner, followed by a handsome young man who had just washed his face and had his sleeves still rolled up.

Yang Yuan saw photos of young people on Xie Ji's cell phone.

Jiang Jichu, the author of "Ask the Mountain and the Sea", is suspected to be a cutting-edge painter who Xie Ji has ideas for others.

He also keenly noticed that Jiang Jichu's wrist was red with a few fresh fingerprints on it.

If it was attacked by a ghost, the fingerprints should be in other colors, such as black or purple. The fingerprints on Jiang Jichu's wrist were obviously made by people.

But in the villa, he only felt the breath of Xie Ji and Jiang Jichu.

Thinking of the broken sofa and bed, Yang Yuan realized.

He tentatively asked, "Should I not come?"

Xie Ji: "?"

Yang Yuan glanced at the sofa: "It's quite intense."

Xie Ji picked up the apple in hand and threw it over: "It's all the work of ghosts."

Yang Yuan greeted Jiang Jichu, put his arm on Xie Ji's shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "It's nothing?"

Xie Ji: "Can you consider the environmental factors?"

"Okay, I'm a celestial master, not a judge." Yang Yuan let go of the thank you letter, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Jichu, with a pair of peach blossom eyes and a smile, "But this little friend, if you have anything to do, you must call the police, no Just call me, and I will transfer you to my aunt and uncle, my aunt is a judge, and she will definitely uphold justice."

Jiang Jichu: "?"

Cousin Xie Ji looks pretty good, and he didn't feel tired after a busy night. His peachy eyes and smile are very attractive. Although he is a celestial master, he is wearing a modern and simple black shirt with suit pants of the same color underneath.

If you don't know it's a celestial master, you'll think it's a social elite who just retired from a cocktail party.

It's just that the words are incomprehensible.

Jiang Jichu took the business card and looked at Xie Ji with a puzzled expression: "Why are you looking for your parents?"

"Because he's out of his mind," Xie Ji smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Yang Yuan, are you here to catch ghosts or beg for beatings?"

Yang Yuan: "I just finished work there, and when I found out that you had an accident, I came to rescue you immediately, okay, I have a conscience."

Xie Ji: "Two different things, let's count them one by one."

Yang Yuan: "Let's go, let's do business first."

Yang Yuan waved his hand, and glanced casually in the living room: "It's a little ghost with strong spiritual power, um, he's still a boy."

After coming in, Yang Yuan, who finally spoke human words, suddenly had the demeanor of a master. As soon as he opened his mouth, he could tell that Wu Ying, who had turned into a ghost, was a little boy.

Xie Ji: "I don't know if the spiritual power is strong or not, but he is indeed a little boy. He said his name is Wu Ying."

Yang Yuan: "He didn't have any malicious intentions, he just wanted to trap you here, did something happen?"

Xie Ji glanced at Jiang Jichu: "Wu Ying seems to be trying to remind me."

memory.

Wu Ying wanted to remind him that he had a lost memory.

Yang Yuan was noncommittal to his vague remarks, and took out a piece of talisman paper from his coat: "Just call it out and ask."

The talisman was thrown into the air, and in the living room with the doors and windows closed, a palm-sized wind formed around the talisman.

The wind mass is getting bigger and bigger, and Xie Ji can see the airflow in it, but when the airflow rolls over the coffee table, the thinnest tissue doesn't move at all.

Yang Yuan's eyes narrowed, he muttered something in a low voice, and finally heaved loudly: "Now!"

Wu Ying, who had been hiding all night, condensed his figure, waving his limbs and was suspended in the air by the talisman paper, and Yang Yuan pointed out, and landed together with the talisman paper, and his feet landed on the ground.

Yang Yuan asked Xie Ji: "Just him?"

It was the first time for Xie Ji to see Yang Yuan catching ghosts on the spot, and he felt rather strange: "That's him."

Yang Yuan squatted in front of Wu Ying, and flicked Wu Ying's forehead with his fingers: "You're still a little spirit boy, good boy, why are you pestering brother Xie Ji?"

Jiang Jichu discovered that Yang Yuan and Xie Ji were alike.

It doesn't refer to his appearance, but his tone of voice. He has never seen Xie Ji's appearance at work, but when the two get along, Xie Ji always behaves very gentle, which is easy to generate trust.

Wu Ying wanted to run in the direction of Xie Ji, but the spell on his forehead made him unable to move, his eyes turned desperately towards Xie Ji, and shouted loudly.

"Thank you uncle! Thank you brother!"

"You have to fulfill his wish!"

"Front border!"

"free!"

"Sacrifice... sacrifice..."

"He's here for you..."

"life and death……"

Every time Wu Ying talked about the key points, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, and his eyes were bleeding, but he couldn't get out of his mouth.

Yang Yuan realized the seriousness of the problem: "Stop talking!"

Wu Ying didn't care, and shouted to Xie Ji loudly: "The book of life and death! You remember it...you remember it!"

The tone of the last few words was changed due to the broken sound, and the soul boy who became a ghost roared with all his might, the living room was like a gust of wind passing by, even the ground was shaking, all the ornaments fell to the ground, the TV and glass exploded, and the top of the head The crystal lamp also made a crisp sound.

Xie Ji jumped on Jiang Jichu's body, leading the people to avoid the splashing chandelier, Yang Yuan also jumped back and was not affected.

But the talisman paper pasted on Wu Ying's head burned like a fire, and Wu Ying also dissipated like ashes and poured into the wind of the villa.

Xie Ji: "Where's Wu Ying?"

Yang Yuan said with a sullen face, "It's gone."

Jiang Jichu: "Without does it mean that the soul is gone?"

Yang Yuan twirled a little ashes on the ground, and frowned: "There is no ghost, but it is gone."

Xie Ji didn't know much about Feng Shui metaphysics, so he tried to explain it with his own knowledge system: "You mean, Wu Ying didn't die completely, but we can't summon him anymore."

Yang Yuan responded: "This matter is not easy, Xie Ji, have you messed with someone?"

Xie Ji has been in business for many years, it is impossible that he does not have few enemies, but he can't think of anyone who can do this.

The wind and rain outside the window is still there, but it is no longer the barren scenery when Xie sent it, and the villas are faintly visible in the rain.

After Wu Ying disappeared, the ghost hit the wall ended, and only the mess in the room proved that what happened was not an illusion.

Xie Ji stood where he was, without saying a word.

Wu Yinglin's shout before disappearing made him more sure that he had lost his memory.

Borderlands, freedom, he is here for you, life and death book, you quickly remember.

Wu Ying tried his best to break through the limit, and paid the price of disappearing, just to convey these key messages to him.

Frontiers closed.

free.

He is there for you.

Book of life and death.

He knew every word, but couldn't remember anything about it.

The cold wind caused the room temperature to drop sharply. Xie Ji took a deep breath and felt a little cold.

He needs to find out and think about many things, and the villa is obviously not suitable.

"Let's leave first," Xie Ji said to Jiang Jichu, "I'm sorry for making your house like this, I will be responsible for the compensation."

Jiang Jichu: "No, thank you just now."

Xie Ji: "Huh?"

Jiang Jichu pointed at the broken crystal chandelier. If Xie Ji hadn't protected him, his head would have been smashed to bleed.

Xie Ji smiled: "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be in danger. I'll ask the secretary to transfer the money to you later. I can't live here, or you can pack up and go to my place for a few days? You don't want to talk to me. If it’s crowded, I have real estate elsewhere.”

Jiang Jichu hesitated for a while, and said, "It's okay, I'll just go and stay with my parents for a few days."

Jiang Jichu insisted, Xie Ji didn't persuade much, he knew that Jiang Jichu had a good relationship with his parents.

Xie Ji looked at Yang Yuan again, but saw that the other party was thinking about the place where Wu Ying disappeared.

Xie Ji: "What did you find?"

Yang Yuan didn't seem to hear.

Xie Ji: "Yang Yuan?"

Xie Ji: "Xiao Yuan?"

After calling twice, Yang Yuan finally got up: "Huh?"

Xie Ji: "What are you looking at?"

Yang Yuan looked confused: "I can't tell, let's go first."

Jiang Jichu declined Xie Ji's kindness to take him to his parents' house, and stayed alone in the villa.

He had to tidy up a layer of painting first.

Jiang Jichu walked around a few pieces of broken glass, took out a key from his pocket and inserted//into the keyhole of the studio.

As soon as he moved, he felt something was wrong.

The studio is unlocked?

Jiang Jichu opened the door and entered. The studio was the same as before he left last night. He was most worried that the painting that Xie Ji saw would also stay in its original location without any trace of being moved.

Xie Ji knows how to measure, and will not run to his studio if he has nothing to do.

He lifted the white cloth and casually pulled a small bench to sit in front of the painting.

The ghost named Wu Ying was obviously aiming at Xie Ji, and everything he did had a purpose, so why did Wu Ying let Xie Ji come to his home?

"Remember it!"

Remember, Xie Ji has forgotten something.

Jiang Jichu stretched out a finger, quickly and gently tapped Xie Ji's face in the painting, just like Xie Ji touched the small mole on his lower back this morning.

He himself didn't know that there was a small mole on his lower back, how could Xie Ji know?

He had never met Xie Ji before, and he didn't feel familiar afterward, and he didn't see any doubt or familiarity in Xie Ji's eyes at the auction.

But did they really not know each other before?

The untitled rainy night picture in front of him was drawn based on inspiration that came from nowhere. He thought the dream the night before was drawn from the picture.

Really?

Or the so-called inspiration is an illusion, it comes from a forgotten corner of the memory, so it is so real that it cannot be added.

"Thank you for sending..."

Jiang Jichu closed his eyes, endured his embarrassment and recalled the second half of the dream.

Unlike the Xie Ji I saw these days, he seemed to have done something wrong, which aroused Xie Ji's desire to control and possess, no matter how much he begged for mercy, it was useless, until he was tired from crying, Xie Ji rarely showed his usual Gentle, hug him and kiss gently.

Xie Ji in the dream seemed to be two or three years younger than he is now.

Two or three years ago...

Chapter 188 Consummation 10. His memory is extremely complete, there is no gap enough for him to know and love a man.

Yesterday's work was almost done. Xie sent him a half-day vacation. He called his secretary and asked the secretary to prepare compensation for Jiang Jichu. He also found out his itinerary two or three years ago to see if he had been to the beach.

Yang Yuan came to City Z by plane, and took a taxi to the villa area. At this time, the two of them went back in the same car.

Originally it was Yang Yuan who was driving, but Xie Ji saw that Yang Yuan was driving absent-mindedly and almost hit a bridge pier, so he hurriedly changed him to the co-pilot, so he escaped the ghost hitting the wall, but died at the hands of his own cousin .

Xie Ji: "Why do you always lose your mind after you come out?"

Yang Yuan leaned on the back of the chair, looking at the flying scenery outside the window, but it seemed to be in a distant and unknown place: "I always feel that the 'book of life and death' sounds very familiar."

Xie Ji: "The so-called setting of the underworld."

Yang Yuan shook his head: "It's not familiarity with common sense, but..."

Xie Ji tightened his grip on the steering wheel: "Is it like losing a memory?"

Yang Yuan looked at him sharply.

The torrential rain is still falling, and the dark clouds have no tendency to thin. Bean-heavy rainwater hits the car body, and the ears are full of vague and chaotic movements.

Xie Ji stared straight ahead, and turned smoothly into the next intersection: "I'm sure I lost a memory, and Wu Ying appeared just to remind me, although I don't know what that memory is, but it is very important to me. Must be very important."

Yang Yuan: "That memory is related to the artist in the villa just now?"

Xie Ji: "Yes, he doesn't remember either."

Yang Yuan: "Where are the others?"

Xie Ji rolled his eyelids: "No one has mentioned him to me, maybe I have been with him in private, or it may be..."

Yang Yuan said in a deep voice: "The memories of other people have also been erased."

Speaking of this, both of them understood that Xie Ji was definitely not revenged by any enemy.

It is impossible for ordinary people to have such great power to erase all the memories related to a certain story.

"That soul boy has powerful spiritual power, it's not easy to impose restrictions on him, plus erasing other people's memories..." Yang Yuan lowered his eyes and muttered to himself, "Book of life and death... Book of life and death..."

Xie Ji: "What do you think of?"

Yang Yuan took out a few talisman papers from his pocket and put them in front of him: "I don't know, Xie Ji, it's a big deal, just in case, these few talisman papers are for you."

When the car came to the underground garage of Xie Ji's house, Yang Yuan said that he was going to read ancient books, not only didn't go to his house to rest for a while, but also drove his car away.

He intended to let Yang Yuan sleep at least for a while, but Yang Yuan didn't appreciate it, so he had to go home alone.

He took a hot bath first, changed his clothes, and then went to the study.

"Ask the Mountain and Sea" has not been decided where to hang it, so he put it on the shelf in the study.

The secretary quickly sent him the itinerary, and when he opened it, it was similar to what he remembered. In those two years, he had been to the beach three times, each time with his family.

In the dream, he was injured, but he didn't have the impression of being injured at all. His parents are old, and he won't do things that worry them when they go out with them.

But in today's era, unless you bring your own supplies and run over with your feet, the air tickets and tickets will be recorded.

An invisible hand not only erased his memory, but also physically erased the evidence of his acquaintance with Jiang Jichu.

He was supposed to be strangers to Jiang Jichu, even if they met by chance one day, they could only meet face to face without knowing each other.

But Yang Yuan's unintentional prank turned the sand under the deep sea to the surface of the sea, the small mole on Jiang Jichu's back confirmed the nature of the dream, and Wu Ying's desperate hint made him confirm that he had forgotten something very important .

What is gentle and tragic is not the illusion, but the reality that has been erased.

But the memory connects the dots into a line, and Xie Ji followed each node to trace the source in turn, but he never found any missing parts.

His memory is extremely complete, there is no gap enough for him to know and love a man.

The past that cannot be falsified has become the most obscure paradox in the long river of time. Xie Ji looked back at the same time as he moved forward, looking at it from afar.

·

In the following days, the company's new project was put on the agenda according to the established plan, and Xie Ji had to temporarily forget about Jiang Jichu's affairs and concentrate on the project.

The new project has been planned for a long time, and it is the company's key project. Although Xie Ji is not too busy, he has little leisure time. When he can finally catch his breath, it has been a while since that chaotic rainy night.

Although this period of time was busy, there were no ghosts and ghosts in Xie Ji's life. Jiang Jichu and Wu Ying were like withdrawn memories, which began to become unreal.

Thinking of that chaotic rainy night, Xie Ji opened the chat software.

He and Jiang Jichu became friends, but they didn't say a few words in total. The last time he asked Jiang Jichu if he had received the secretary's transfer, Jiang Jichu simply replied, "Yes, thank you", and there was no further text.

Even though they only met each other a few times, Xie Ji has a good impression of Jiang Jichu.

Although Jiang Jichu's character is a bit cold, he is polite, has a sense of justice, is quite capable of fighting, and is so good-looking.

The important thing is that he felt very peaceful when he was by Jiang Jichu's side.

Perhaps these feelings were all related to that erasing memory, and later he found out that he and Jiang Jichu might have had an intimate relationship, so he would put a filter on Jiang Jichu's head.

But what did Jiang Jichu think?

Wu Ying shouted in front of Jiang Jichu to remind him, Jiang Jichu must have heard it too, unless he was a fool, he would be suspicious.

Then why didn't Jiang Jichu test him?

Seeing that it was only eight o'clock in the evening, Jiang Jichu must have not slept, so Xie Ji sent a message.

"How is the house furnishing?"

He didn't expect Jiang Jichu to return in seconds, after all, it takes hours to draw, so it's normal not to look at the phone.

After sending the message, he cut off the window and opened the browser, intending to search again to see if there was any place similar to the beach in his dream, so that he could find clues in person.

Before watching for 2 minutes, the icon in the lower right corner flashed.

Xie Ji slide the mouse to open the icon.

Xie Quan: Brother, are you free tomorrow night? I got two tickets for Simo's concert. Shall we go see it together?

On the way to the auction before, Xie Quan mentioned to him that he fell in love with a female singer who has become popular in the past two years, Simo, and that Simo will hold a concert in Z city after a while.

Now this "some time" has arrived.

He has always loved Xie Quan, and he needed to release it, so he tapped the keyboard to reply.

Xie Ji: Good.You send me the specific time and place, and I will pick you up when the time comes.

Xie Quan: Good!Brother, you have been busy for so many days, it is time to come to the concert to feel the hot atmosphere of young people and relax!

Xie Quan: At 07:30 tomorrow night, the stadium in the city center.

Xie Quan: I'll go find you directly, let's have dinner at home in the evening, and then go there together!

Thanks post: ok.

Xie Ji laughed.

Young people are more enthusiastic.

After he sighed and closed the window, the icon in the lower right corner started flashing again after a while.

Xie Ji thought that Xie Quan had forgotten something, but when he opened it, he found it was Jiang Jichu.

The young man was less enthusiastic.

Jiang Jichu: It has just been renovated and is already living in.

Wu Ying yelled as hard as he could in Jiang Jichu's villa, and yelled at Jiang Jichu's living room until it was scrapped. Xie Ji still remembered how messy the living room was.

Xie Ji: So fast?Is it convenient to take a look?

There was a video call soon.

Xie Ji clicked to accept, and the living room on the screen had been restored to its original appearance.

After not being in touch for a while, Jiang Jichu's hair has grown a bit, and although his expression is as dull as before, he seems a bit sleepy and lacks energy.

Xie Ji: "Not feeling well?"

Jiang Jichu was stunned for a moment, then glanced to the side as if avoiding it, but quickly looked at the camera again: "No, maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

Xie Ji: "Have you encountered any troubles?"

Jiang Jichu is not the character to open up easily to others, Xie Jiben just asked casually, thinking that Jiang Jichu would directly deny it, but saw that the other party hesitated.

Before Jiang Jichu's hesitation came to a conclusion, another woman's figure appeared on the screen.

Due to the angle of the camera, the scope of coverage is limited, and Xie Ji can only see a section of the skirt.

The woman said with concern: "Xiao Chu, Auntie said you didn't eat dinner again."

Hearing the voice was 50 to [-] years old, it should be Jiang Jichu's mother.

The woman walked to Jiang Jichu's side while talking, and before Jiang Jichu could answer, she said again: "Yeah, I'm playing video with a friend."

Jiang Jichu: "Well, he was there when the dust exploded in the living room before, and asked me how the decoration was going."

dust explosion...

Thinking about it, Jiang Jichu couldn't tell his mother that he saw a ghost.

Woman: "Then I'll go back first, I want to eat! Remember to invite your friends to the birthday party."

Jiang Jichu said to him, "Wait a minute."

After speaking, he left the camera and went to send his mother away.

Xie Ji could vaguely hear the conversation between the mother and son over there, they were all trivial matters, but every word and every word showed a closeness.

After a while, Jiang Jichu returned to the camera: "Sorry, I'm sorry."

Xie Ji: "It's okay, it's human nature. Are you going to hold a birthday party?"

Jiang Jichu: "What my grandfather meant."

Thank you for posting.

Jiang Jichu is Gu Linxi's most beloved grandson, so the scene will naturally be more lively, and it will allow Jiang Jichu to make more connections.

Xie Ji smiled and said, "When, why didn't you notify me?"

Jiang Jichu: "Aren't you not coming?"

Xie Ji: "When can I say I can't go?"

Jiang Jichu: "Your secretary said you are not free."

Secretary.

Xie Ji remembered that he never went to birthday parties in the business field, and told his secretary to refuse them all.

And friends who are very close will find him directly, and will not go through the secretary's card.

Xie Ji: "It's not that you don't have my contact information. What kind of secretary are you looking for? He will refuse all comers."

Jiang Jichu's eyelashes trembled: "Oh, then will you come or not?"

Xie Ji read Jiang Jichu's profile and knew the date of the other party's birthday: "In three days?"

Jiang Jichu: "Yes."

Xie Ji: "It's a fateful friendship between us. You've already called me. Can I not go? Send me your address, and I'll be there on time."

Taking advantage of Jiang Jichu's typing effort, Xie Ji asked again: "Why didn't you have dinner?"

Jiang Jichu: "I have no appetite."

Xie Ji turned back to the question interrupted by Jiang Jichu's mother: "Have you encountered any troubles?"

Jiang Jichu obviously paused, then shook his head lightly: "No, I didn't sleep well."

Xie Ji knew it was nonsense as soon as he heard it, and Jiang Jichu was obviously worried about something.

For example, memories that have already begun to emerge.

He looked at the screen, and Jiang Jichu on the other end was not as alienated and indifferent as he was when he faced Li Tianheng. Maybe the "fatal friendship" he said brought the distance between the two closer, or maybe it was the familiarity that remained deep in his bones even if he was forgotten. Jiang Jichu couldn't be distant and indifferent towards him, but he wasn't close either.

He couldn't help but think of Jiang Jichu in his dream.

Xie Ji hasn't been perverted enough to keep reminiscing about a fierce spring//dream, but there are only so few things left in the past of the two of them, and he can't start recalling anything else.

In the dream, they seemed to be two different people. Jiang Jichu trusted him with all his heart, just like he trusted Jiang Jichu.

In the second half of the dream, Jiang Jichu probably made some mistake, and he didn't get angry when he was bullied so hard, he just kept begging him for mercy.

He can feel the emotions in the dream, distressed, angry, and... bad taste, as if he has some reliance on that relationship, he can do whatever he wants.

In addition to innate personality, most of it is related to the things experienced in the day after tomorrow.

He and Jiang Jichu must have had a long and treacherous story.

Then in the story, how do they usually get along with each other?

"It's only 08:30, it's still long at night, eat some," Xie Ji frowned, "If the aunt at home doesn't suit your appetite, come to my place?"