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    【Midnight flight】Bar.

    Ke Mei hurriedly walked in from the door, and wherever he passed, there was a gust of wind.

    A waiter saw him and greeted him with a smile. Before the word "Brother Mei" was spoken, he couldn't wait to ask, "Where's your boss?"

    "The boss is in the lounge..." Before he could finish speaking, Ke Mei had already rushed into the corridor leading to the lounge in three steps.

    "What's the matter, you're in such a hurry." The waiter was a little inexplicable. He was no stranger to Dr. Ke. He remembered that every time he came to the bar, he would first say hello to the guys in the bar to chat or something. I have never seen him so fiery as he is today.

    Ke Mei pushed open the door of the lounge without knocking, and said, "Huai Ning, did you feel the shock fifteen minutes ago?"

    Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped, and the dim room was filled with the smell of instant noodles with sauerkraut from the old altar.

    A black figure was lying in front of the coffee table, sucking on the instant noodles "chuck, chuckle", and on the sofa behind him, Song Huaizhen, the owner of the bar, was looking at the information in his hand intently.

    Hei Ying raised his head to meet Ke Mei's eyes, then raised a hand and waved at him: "Hi~ long time no see."

    Ke Mei turned on the brightest light in the room with a "pop", and the shadow immediately raised his arm to block his eyes: "It's too dazzling, Ke Mei! Hurry up and turn it off, I haven't gotten used to it yet!"

    Then Ke Mei slowly turned off the light, pointed to the dark shadow and asked Song Huai Ning, "Why is he here?"

    Before Song Huaiji could answer, the shadow said, "Hey, what do you mean? Could it be that this is your home? I'm one of the members of this group anyway."

    Ke Mei was startled: "You also joined the group?"

    "Yeah," the man spread his hands helplessly, "you have to obey the orders from above, or do you think I'm happy to come to this ghost place?"

    Ke Mei stared at the man for a long time, and squeezed a sentence out of his teeth: "For the sake of the contract, I won't care about you for the time being. When we both retire, I'll find out more slowly. You do the math."

    The man sighed: "Ke Mei, why do you think you hold grudges so much? The armistice has been stopped for decades, and you still hold on to your previous grievances, not to mention that the sword has no eyes on the battlefield. There are not many lives in it, I didn't kill you directly, I only killed your pet, and I have been very merciful."

    Hearing this, Ke Mei's chest heaved for a while, and he forced himself to control his emotions: "Du Lanze, do you know that in our place, humans and contracted beasts are linked by blood, and you are not killing a commoner. Ordinary pets, but a part of my life."

    The young man named Du Lanze was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is it... painful?"

    If you use the physiological structure on your side as an analogy, it is equivalent to an Omega that has been deeply marked, and it is as painful as being forcibly marked twice by another A|pha. "

    Du Lanze shrank his neck: "This. I'm not an Omega, so I can't feel it personally, but I basically understand what you're trying to convey—I'm sorry, I didn't know it would be so serious before, I'm sorry."

    Ke Mei is also a master of eating soft and not hard. Hearing him apologize like this, although it is of no use, the anger in his heart has gradually calmed down.

    He turned to look at the pile of instant noodle boxes spread out on the coffee table, and showed his disgusting expression: "Eat, eat, and eat. The whole room is full of your instant noodle flavor."

    "Hey, can you blame me? Everyone's jet lag is different, okay, why don't you tell me that Huai Jin will go to sleep when he comes back?"

    "At least the way he jet lags is much quieter than your scourge."

    Song Huaijin seemed to be accustomed to the endless quarrels between the two of them as soon as they met, and did not open their mouths to persuade them. He just clicked on the document in his hand, and with a swipe of his palm, the same image was reflected in the void.

    "This is the biographical information about Xia Lin's last life brought back by Lan Ze," Song Huai said, "Ke Mei, come and have a look."

    Ke Mei glanced at Du Lanze in surprise, and then realized that their group member who had not appeared for a long time was sent to perform a mission at a different time by Song Huaiji.

    He flipped through the images in the void and muttered, "So... he died of illness."

    Song Huai said: "You continue to look down."

    Ke Mei turned a few more pages and said in surprise, "His lover in the last life jumped off the building to die for him?"

    "Pay attention to the time he jumped off the building," Song Huaiji clicked on the number marked in the upper right corner of the image: "It's just seven days since Xia Lin's death date."

    Ke Mei thought for a while, and suddenly realized: "It's the first seven, that day was Xia Lin's first seven."

    "Yes, as far as I know, after the people here die, their souls will wander around the world unconsciously for seven days, and after seven days they will return to the person they cared about most during their lifetime."

    Du Lanze finished his last mouthful of instant noodles, and continued to analyze: "If I guess correctly, Song Yanyi is also the lover of Xia Lin's last life, and he chose to die on the night of Xia Lin's first seven, originally hoping to follow him. He entered Samsara with Xia Lin's soul, but it was very unfortunate that the building he was in happened to be in the eye of a time-space storm that was rare in a thousand years. The storm not only sucked his soul into time and space. The whirlpool also sucked in the soul of Xia Lin, who had returned to the first seven. It's just that they don't know what kind of twists and turns they encountered in the whirlpool of time and space. Xia Lin's soul fell safely four years ago, and Song Yan The soul of my soul, which didn't fall down until a while ago."

    "No, you reversed the order," Song Huaiji corrected. "From the perspective of reversing time and space, Song Yan falls first, then Xia Lin."

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