Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

The key transformed into light is like a wild horse running away, rushing forward, as if it can't wait to open the door at the end of memory.

Jiang Jian wanted to stay a little longer, not wanting to miss every moment of Zhong Xun.

The white light at the end of the corridor gradually appeared in front of his eyes, he was getting closer and closer to the door, and the speed at which the key took him was getting faster and faster.

He and the power of the key tugged soundlessly, like a secret tug-of-war.

In Zhong Xun's last journey in the memory gallery, a strenuous and long tame continued.

The speed of the key slowly slowed down until the last painting.Jiang Jian raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, pushed aside the curly hair on her forehead, and looked towards the picture frame.

In Shen Changfeng's office, Zhong Xun stood with his hands behind his back.

In the days after Shen Chen's disappearance, the young man who used to be free and easy has faded away from his youthfulness and frizz, washed away all his charms, and emerged mature and stable.

He took the materials calmly and browsed intently.

Seeing the last line, he raised his eyes: "After Shen Cong disappeared, Jiang Jian and I took over all the disappearance cases. Jiang Jian screened all the surveillance cameras, read testimonies, and found a figure in a gray coat in 70% of the cases. .”

Shen Changfeng: "That's right, the other team followed this line of thinking to investigate the identity and whereabouts of the man in the gray coat, and found that he frequently appeared near a hospital in a neighboring province late at night. You also participated in the investigation. This person's whereabouts are strange, often It disappeared from the monitoring, so you need to go out in person for this operation, and the dawn team will cooperate with you."

"Understood." Zhong Xun moved his lips, "I have a question. Jiang Jian and I have been jointly responsible for the disappearance case. Why didn't you bring him in this operation?"

"Jiang Jian is still on vacation, isn't she?"

"This is not a reason. Shen Bureau, you can recall the person on vacation at any time. Do you want to keep this operation a secret from him?"

Shen Changfeng took a deep look at him, picked up another document from the table and threw it to him: "You will know what to do after reading it."

After Zhong Xun finished watching, his legs seemed to be firmly nailed in place, and he looked at Shen Changfeng without saying a word for a long time.

His eyes were full of emotions, and after a long time, he leaned on his heels and straightened his back: "Yes."

Jiang Jian outside the picture frame is already an onlooker's perspective. He is no longer able to attach his consciousness to any angle that is conducive to observation, and has no way of knowing what Zhong Xun saw.

Zhong Xun in the frame returned the documents to Shen Changfeng, walked out of the office, took out his mobile phone from his pocket in a daze, and dialed Jiang Jian's number.

"Mr. Jiang, do you want to drink?"

It was a rare day off for Jiang Jian. He took the bus, changed two routes, went around twice, and read a few of the latest cutting-edge research papers on the way.

On the way back, he marked the location of the disappearance on the map he had drawn by himself, meditating while turning his pen, and even forgot about Zhong Xun's phone call during the period.

The car drove slowly to the station downstairs. He got out of the car, packed his backpack and went upstairs, and saw Zhong Xun sitting on the ground in front of his house.

Zhong Xun leaned against the wall with his head tilted, his eyes closed tightly, holding a plastic bag of wine from the wine cabinet at home in his arms, and the windbreaker was spread out on the ground.

A beam of setting sun came in from the corridor, dragging his long shadow, making the fine fluff on half of Zhong Xun's face clearly visible.

Eyelashes cast a shadow over the eyes.

The moment Jiang Jian stood still, Zhong Xun opened his eyes.

He didn't say anything, and Jiang Jian didn't ask anything. It was a rare time that the two met not because of business, and they had a drink and chatted until late at night.

At first, it was Zhong Xun who spoke, while Jiang Jian listened silently, drinking lightly one after another.

I don't know if it's because the wine has more stamina, but someone like Jiang Jian who drinks heavily and keeps his face still thinks it's a bit overpowering.

He took the paper and sat next to Zhong Xun, and told him clearly about his own ideas and the model he was trying to build.In short, it was all content that Zhong Xun could not understand.

He looked down, and Jiang Jian's eyes were blurred.

He even looked indifferent after drinking too much, except for the blush on the tips of his ears, there was no clue.

Zhong Xun's throat moved: "It's time to sleep."

Jiang Jian nodded, got up, wobbled around the bathroom, and went straight into the bedroom.

Zhong Xun felt tight in his chest.

He didn't even say a word of caring, did he want him to take a taxi home drunk?

Knowing that Jiang Jian has such a cold temper, he still can't help but look forward to it.

He tilted his head back and downed the last glass of wine.

Then he got up, cleaned up the table full of wine bottles, walked into the kitchen, took out garbage bags from the cabinet, and sorted them into categories.

Looking back, I saw Jiang Jian dragging the quilt, standing in the corridor of the bedroom door.

He yawned softly, and his usually cold voice was a little confused: "Don't accept it, you have something to do tomorrow, go into the room and sleep."

Zhong Xun didn't move, just stared at him: "What about you?"

Jiang Jian yawned softly, walked to the sofa and lay down: "I'll make it up, I'm on vacation anyway."

He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep in front of Zhong Xun.

Zhong Xun cleaned up everything, walked to the sofa, and squatted in front of Jiang Jian.

His sleeping position is a very insecure curled up state, with his back rising and falling with his breathing.

Zhong Xun watched quietly for a while, then carried him into the bedroom, tucked in the quilt, stepped out lightly, put on his windbreaker and opened the door to leave.

"Good night."

In the corridor, the echo of the door lock being clicked sounded.

Outside the picture frame, Jiang Jian's hand holding the key trembled slightly.

He remembered that when he woke up that day, he never saw Zhong Xun again, and for the whole year afterward, he didn't drink at all.

The door at the end of the corridor became clearer and clearer, and Jiang Jian suddenly realized that this might be the end of every blocked memory—the last moment before they entered the program group.

He stared intently at Zhong Xun, who didn't even change his clothes, and rushed to the suspicious location provided by Shen Changfeng in his mission - a certain hospital in a neighboring province.

Zhong Xun fell asleep on the road for a long time, and was almost sober from the wine when he arrived at the destination.Before the action, he deliberately checked the communication message, but there was no news of Jiang Jian.

Zhong Xun twitched the corners of his mouth in a self-deprecating manner, put it away properly, looked around, and skillfully walked towards the alley behind the hospital's back door.

Zhong Xun was the last stop on the squat.

According to the plan, when the man in the gray coat appears, the members of the Liming team will be responsible for quietly approaching him to Zhong Xun's location, forming a double-teaming situation, and catching the turtle in the urn.

He was leaning against the wall, with one hand on the weapon, the team members' reports were heard in the earphones, and not far away, there were footsteps gradually approaching him.

Da da--

The man was extremely relaxed, with light steps, as if he could dance on a rainy day.

The man stopped around the corner.

Zhong Xun held his breath, he had better get ready, he gestured to his teammates who could see him from a distance: everything is in place.

Suddenly, a lazy and mocking voice sounded.

"Mr. Zhong, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhong Xun's pupils shrank suddenly, and his tense muscles were ready to move, and he was about to take action.

In an instant, the person at the corner rushed in front of him, grabbed his wrist, and severe pain swept from the pulse along the arm.

The distortion of space was enlarged before his eyes, as if a huge opening had been torn open in the sky, and he was being sucked into that invisible space crack uncontrollably.

Enduring the pain by force, Zhong Xun clasped the visitor with his backhand in a flash, and his arm broke free from his coat, trying to control the unknown injury.

The wind of that person's palm slashed across Zhong Xun's face, and his palm pinched his neck.

At the same time, at the entrance of the alley, a team member closest to Zhong Xun quietly approached.

He pounced from behind, trying to make the man in the gray coat submit.

But who knows, the two of them disappeared in front of him at the same time!

The ground was empty, except for Zhong Xun's coat, and the traces of dust raised from the entanglement and scuffle beside the coat.

Just, it's a blink of an eye.

This blinking moment is also the last freeze frame in Zhong Xun's memory gallery.

"..."

Jiang Jian held the key, dragged her feet to the door at the end, and sat down by the door.

He held his breath and never recovered.

The key flew out of his hand and flew straight into the keyhole on the door.

Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang", and the blue-gray curved arches lit up.

Jiang Jian got up, looked back at the activated door, and a line of small characters popped up on it.

"After the backtracking, whether to send the consciousness away.

[Yes] Please pull the left ring;

[No] I'll talk about it later/wait for other backtrackers here, please pull the right ring;

Please choose carefully. "

Jiang Jian pressed his temple, remembering the previous conversation with Tang Yin, and another retrospective device dedicated to the subject was also in use, so he stretched out his hand and pulled the right ring of the arched door.

He has to wait for Zhong Xun to come out, he has a lot of things he wants to ask him.

However, another line of words popped up on the door.

"This memory recall did not find other tracers, please choose again."

Jiang Jian raised her head abruptly, her brows furrowed.

Is there no one else in Zhong Xun's memory? !But before he came in, there was already a device in use!

Could it be that what Zhong Xun entered was not his own memory?

Jiang Jian had no time to be shocked, and pulled the left ring decisively.

"Why are you so fast?" The mask slowly rose, and Tang Yin's voice rang in his ears, "The time here has only passed 15 minutes."

Jiang Jian sat up slowly, propped her elbows on her knees, supported her head with both hands, and pressed her temples again and again.

Zhong Xun's memories were all in his mind, and his own messy memories also flooded up like a tide.

Tang Yin looked at Jiang Jian's state, thought for a long time in silence, and asked, "You can't touch the key entity and turn on the quick view mode, right?"

Jiang Jian looked up: "Otherwise?"

"The key is a protective device that is automatically formed when everyone extracts memory and puts it into a grid. It is usually in the state of a beam of light. To unlock it, you can only collect all the beams and guide the beam forward."

Tang Yin paused, looked at Jiang Jian, and said in disbelief: "Unless you are the owner of the memory, you can only touch the entity of the key if you have the complete trust of the subject to which the memory belongs."

Between them...?

Tang Yin's eyes widened. He was just a program, and he still couldn't understand what was going on.

Jiang Jian lowered her eyes and said lightly, "But he is not in his own memory."

Tang Yin looked at him, as if he had suddenly opened up some tricks: "Is it possible that what he went to was your memory? Why don't you go into your own memory to have a look? The main test equipment can't go back to your own memory. A code is required, just press the button next to you."

Jiang Jian froze for a moment.

Yes.

Ever since he entered Zhong Xun's memory, memories of his past kept popping up in his mind.

He didn't recall those things on his own by going back to Zhong Xun!

It's Zhong Xun on another machine...

Jiang Jian lowered his face, and while he was deleting the codes that belonged to Zhong Xun's memory, he lay back on the device seat.

Hand reaches for the button next to it.

"The equipment is fine...what's wrong with you?" Tang Yin probed to help him check the status of the equipment, "Your hands are shaking."

Jiang Jian focused, looking at her slightly trembling fingertips.

An emotion he seldom experienced surged up from his feet, engulfing him in a huge wave called fear.

"Are you all right?"

Tang Yin is very much like his former self.

Cold, unable to read a person's emotions, his fears and fears at all,

Jiang Jian shook her head, retracted her fingertips, and put them on her temples.

Force yourself to take a deep breath.

The freeze-frame picture at the end of Zhong Xun's memory is still circling even if he closes his eyes.

At that moment, Zhong Xun saw clearly the appearance of the man in the gray coat.

The face hidden under the brim of the hat, apart from being thinner and more unruly, actually resembled Jiang Jian himself.

His heart was beating extremely fast and his breathing became difficult.

Looking back from the memory of him leaving Zhong Xun, all kinds of speculations have formed in his mind, but he has no time to sort out his thoughts, and has no time to think about the ins and outs.

Jiang Jian's whole body trembled.

When Lin Tang looked at him before his last breath in Dawn No. [-] Middle School, he murmured into his mind for no reason.

"You... seem to... him."

Who is he like?Like the person who brought Zhong Xun and so many people into the abyss of the show?

Jiang Jian's fingertips trembled and stroked the button.

What about Zhong Xun?How much does he know?

How many memories did he see at this moment?

Do you still like him now?

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