Zhou Luoyang immediately rolled over and sat up, Du Jing turned to look at him, his brows furrowed, and he was lost in thought.

"Du Jing?" Zhou Luoyang observed Du Jing suspiciously, wanting to confirm whether it was him who kept this memory, or...

"It's me." Du Jing said, "When the ambush was discovered, they killed the substitute directly."

Zhou Luoyang confirmed it, and there was an unreasonable fear in his heart, and the retrospect of time appeared again? What is this based on? !

Zhou Luoyang wanted to ask again, but Du Jing raised his hand to stop him. He lay on the bed, turned on his mobile phone, and continued his work. He was restless and tried to remember what he had done at this time yesterday.

The same thing happened again. Zhou Luoyang was completely stupid. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the West Lake outside, wanting to confirm whether it was a dream or not, and sat beside the bed again.

"Du Jing!" Zhou Luoyang said.

"Well." Du Jing stared at the phone and sent the processed voice recording of "Wu Xingping" to the connector to win him over.

"How can you be so calm?!" Zhou Luoyang said, "How can you?! What kind of supernatural event have we encountered! This day has turned around again!"

"I'll think about this later." Du Jing replied indifferently.

ten minutes later:

"Stop pinching!" Du Jing said, "It's not a dream!"

Zhou Luoyang said: "But I didn't feel it..."

Du Jing said, "You pinched my thigh."

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

"Very good," Du Jing said to himself after sending the message, "In this way, there will be enough time."

Then, Du Jing began to restore the location of the destination from last night from memory, and at the same time surfed the Internet to inquire about the owner of the building.

Zhou Luoyang's thoughts were in chaos, and he said, "What did we do? Why did this phenomenon happen again?"

"I don't know." Du Jing replied absentmindedly, searched out all the information about the building, sent out screenshots one by one, and started to notify the head office, and then dialed the Hangzhou branch.

"Looking for a substitute, there is something to remind him." Du Jing said.

There was a substitute for him, and it sounded like he was in a bar. Du Jing glanced at his watch and said, "What time is it, still drinking?"

The voice of the stand-in said: "The night before the mission, I will come to drink some drinks with my friends, what's wrong?"

Du Jing's eyes stayed on his watch, and he was silent for a while, then took off the watch and put it aside, the substitute asked, "Cancel?"

"No," Du Jing said, "remind you, there is a small road behind Jingci Temple, and the map directions will be sent to you. If you leave from Jingci Temple, you will need that road tomorrow."

"Yo, I don't even know there is a road in Hangzhou," said the stand-in. "Okay, thank you."

"You're welcome," Du Jing replied, "It's me who should say thank you."

Then Du Jing sent him the small map he had drawn, and turned from the swivel chair to face Zhou Luoyang, who was still in a state of brain freeze.

"Again," Zhou Luoyang was still talking to himself, "what is the reason for this?"

Du Jing said: "Looking for the best, the stand-in won't die."

"He doesn't even need to go," Zhou Luoyang said. "The coordinates are already there, right?"

"Yes," Du Jingyan replied succinctly, "the recording of the conversation is needed as evidence to prove that they are related to the murder case. Do you remember the pickup location?"

If Zhou Luoyang returned to Jingci Temple, he should probably remember it and nodded immediately.

"But this time issue," Zhou Luoyang said, "why exactly?"

Du Jing replied, "Supernatural power."

Zhou Luoyang said: "Last time in Wanshi, this time in Hangzhou, the influence of the warehouse can be ruled out. What have we done?"

"Nothing was done," Du Jing said, "the supernatural phenomenon occurred spontaneously."

Zhou Luoyang said: "Crazy! The same thing has happened to us twice!"

Du Jing said, "Last time I wanted to find out, it was you who stopped me."

Zhou Luoyang originally had many doubts, but was suddenly blocked by Du Jing's answer, and was immediately speechless.

"This...this..." Zhou Luoyang said, "Okay, I take back my opinion."

Du Jing solved everything and breathed a sigh of relief. The substitute was still alive, and Zhou Luoyang was not in danger. All the crises were reversed in an instant, which could be called a miracle.

"Sleep for a while," Du Jing said after regaining his senses, "I have... a little discomfort."

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Luoyang immediately became distracted and looked at Du Jing.

"I may have to change stages." Du Jing whispered.

"Did you turn into depression?" Zhou Luoyang said worriedly, "So you were manic before? Controlling it is pretty good."

Du Jing nodded reluctantly. In fact, from the moment Zhou Luoyang was arrested, he felt that the stimulation from the outside world was far more serious than he thought. When he was in the car, he had already begun to imagine the situation of Zhou Luoyang's death.

If Zhou Luoyang was killed, he would never be able to forgive himself, which was a huge blow.

"If something happens to you," Du Jing said, "I'll have to die with you too."

Zhou Luoyang didn't tell him that he was facing the gun at the last moment, and said, "No! They separated me from the substitute, but they didn't want to kill me. The substitute is always trying to find a way to protect me, and I have to thank him well when I go back."

"The best way to thank him," Du Jing said, "is to hide his identity and stop looking for him after the mission is over."

Zhou Luoyang thought about it and nodded.

"Then what about this matter?" Zhou Luoyang has already experienced a 24-hour retrospective of time, but why is it 24 hours, not 36 hours or 12 hours? Why is there only yourself and Du Jing? It is also wrong to say that it is triggered when you have a life safety problem.

"Go to sleep," Du Jing said. "After returning to Wan City, waste brain cells on this matter."

"My God." Zhou Luoyang was about to treat the last retrospective experience as a hallucination, but he didn't expect it to be real this time, and it did happen under the premise that the two were sober.

The next day, behind the Jingci Temple.

This time, Du Jing did not choose to observe the middle-aged man who came to join him. Instead, he went directly to Jingci Temple in the afternoon. No accident, they would come eventually.

There are a lot of tourists at this spot, Zhou Luoyang looked through the binoculars, and the stand-in was ready.

"I still feel," Zhou Luoyang said to Du Jing, "that the hallucination has come again, making people wonder if the series of events 24 hours ago really happened."

Du Jing said: "This is true. I was quite sure when it started for the first time."

"Memory can deceive people," said Zhou Luoyang, "sometimes the brain will also make up some places you have never been to. When you arrive at a familiar place or meet an acquaintance, the neurons in the brain will generate Certain currents, allowing you to react accordingly."

"Just like a child recognizing characters, when they see the characters they know, they will naturally activate the brain cells and send out the bioelectrical stimulation of 'I remembered'. The brain occasionally makes misjudgments, which is the source of this feeling."

Du Jing said: "This is a sense of sight, and it is not the same as what we have experienced."

Zhou Luoyang said: "Then how do you explain the Mandela effect? ​​The group has a sense of sight?"

The Mandela effect refers to several large-scale memory disturbances in history, the most representative event being the obituary of South African President Mandela.

"When I was working in Washington, there was a department that specialized in this," Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang recalled the place he walked yesterday, left along the path of Jingci Temple, and said, "What is the conclusion?"

Du Jing: "As for the problem at the quantum level, maybe the reason for our two time backtracking is the same. Quantum waves occasionally travel to wrong directions in space and time, and they are still in the research stage of theoretical assumptions."

Zhou Luoyang couldn't understand it. It must be a very difficult theory: "In trouble, quantum mechanics? Isn't this confidential? Can you tell outsiders casually?"

Du Jing: "Didn't you ask? You are not an outsider."

Zhou Luoyang thought to himself, he felt that Du Jing didn't say a word today, and he was not in a good mood. At least it wasn't like yesterday when he occasionally made a few cold complaints. After thinking about it, he might have been very uncomfortable, but he insisted.

"I need to sit for a while." Du Jing said, without waiting for him to answer, he walked to the side, sat down beside the flower bed, supported one hand in front of the bridge of his nose, and remained silent.

His depression was committed, and Zhou Luoyang knew very well that the best way to deal with Du Jing in this state was not to speak, to be by his side enough, to keep quiet and not to move around, otherwise it would make him more uncomfortable.

Zhou Luoyang went to buy a pack of tissues and stayed by Du Jing's side without urging him. They still had a lot of time.

"Cry if you want to cry," Zhou Luoyang said. "After you adjust your body's hormones spontaneously, you will feel more comfortable."

Du Jing shook his head and didn't answer. Zhou Luoyang had participated in family exchanges of depressed patients for Du Jing's sake before. He knew that patients would often suddenly feel depressed, and even if they couldn't find a place with no one, they would cry halfway.

But Du Jing had never cried in front of him, even if Zhou Luoyang was fully prepared for it every time.

A psychiatrist once proposed an idea of ​​"key therapy", which believes that at the moment of depression, patients need a "key", that is, a key point. Finding this key point, like using a key, can induce the patient to imagine an optimistic mood, thereby slowly changing the mental state at that time.

Until three years ago, long after Du Jing left, Zhou Luoyang was still habitually paying attention to the research literature on bipolar disorder. He decided to give it a try and disturb Du Jing. Anyway, the situation could not be worse.

"look at this?"

Zhou Luoyang finally lost his quality. He folded a flower from behind and handed it to Du Jing.

Du Jing stared blankly at the flower in Zhou Luoyang's hand.

At this point, Jingci Temple rang the bell.

At dusk, the Nanping Evening Bells drifted away one after another, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a tangible thing, a protective barrier was unfolded.

Du Jing took the flower and looked at it over and over. After Zhou Luoyang handed him the flower, he pretended not to pay attention.

After the bell stopped, Du Jingshen took a few breaths, slowly recovered, and adjusted his mood.

"Is it better?" Zhou Luoyang asked.

Du Jing nodded, got up, Zhou Luoyang started to lead the way again, he felt that Du Jing was much better.

Following yesterday's road, Zhou Luoyang walked for nearly a kilometer, came to the side of a secluded road, and saw yesterday's SUV.

"That's it." Zhou Luoyang said to Du Jing.

Du Jing is obviously very unmotivated. Among the bipolar, depression is a little more troublesome than the manic phase. It can be as long as several months, and as short as a few days or even half a day. However, during the period of the depression phase, Du Jing's mental state will be very poor, and it is difficult to concentrate on thinking.

"I informed Zhuang Li," said Du Jing, "and sent him a photo of the car." Then he handed the phone to Zhou Luoyang. Zhou Luoyang knew that he was not feeling well, so he made all the arrangements for him.

"Does this happen often?" Zhou Luoyang asked, thinking that it would be too dangerous for Du Jing to suffer a sudden depression at work.

"This is the first time," Du Jing replied calmly, "I used to ask for leave the next day in the dead of night."

Zhou Luoyang communicated with Zhuang Li, and was far away from Du Jing, and saw the driver sitting in the driver's seat: "It's him, I still remember."

"Tell me about the situation." Du Jing sat aside, looking at Zhou Luoyang.

"He's waiting for that connector, and every once in a while, he'll come down and smoke a cigarette," Zhou Luoyang said, "but it won't be too far away, what are your plans?"

Du Jingda fiddled with his mobile phone to and fro in his hands and sent out a few messages. Yesterday, the address location was sent to the company. The rest was how to obtain the recording evidence and collect the network on the premise of ensuring the safety of the double.

"We have to go back with them all the way." Du Jing said, "Is Zhuang Li coming yet?"

"He is picking up the car at the branch in Hangzhou. I will help you find a way." Zhou Luoyang understood Du Jing's design.

At dusk, a handful of RMB of one hundred yuan flew in the wind, some of which were posted on the driver's window, and some were blown past by the wind.

The driver immediately opened the door and got out of the car, picked up the money on the front of the car, and a child behind him shouted, "Uncle! My money, my money!"

The driver hurried past the front of the car and went to the side of the road to pick up the child's money.

"Give it back to me!" shouted the child.

At the same time, Zhou Luoyang took a stride, bypassed the SUV, opened the driver's door, and touched the tailgate switch. Du Jing opened the tailgate behind and hid sideways in.

Zhou Luoyang closed the driver's door and ran back. Du Jing was about to close the door, but Zhou Luoyang also got in.

"Go out," Du Jing said, "go back to the hotel."

"He's coming back! Quick!" Zhou Luoyang didn't care what Du Jing said, he had to stay by Du Jing's side at this time, otherwise he would be afraid that his condition would flare up again after dark.

As soon as Zhou Luoyang opened the door, the driver picked up the money and came back. The child was still making trouble outside. After making trouble for a while, he left angrily. Zhou Luoyang and Du Jing squeezed behind the last row of seats. In the usual seven-seat SUV's place for luggage, Du Jing could no longer let Zhou Luoyang get off.

When the tailgate is opened, the door alarm will sound. Du Jing had to stretch out his hand, hug Zhou Luoyang, and the two curled up together.

The driver was still observing the direction the child was going, for fear that he would bring his parents over to ask him to pay back the money. Fortunately, the middle-aged man and the fake Wu Xingping came back out of breath at this time.

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"Alarmed the note!" said the middle-aged man, "Let's go!"

Fake Wu Xingping looked panicked, the driver was eager, he kicked the accelerator and drove the car away.

The car was shaking, the middle-aged man took out the security stick and swept the fake Wu Xingping's whole body. The environment in the trunk was really uncomfortable. Du Jing stretched out his arm and put Zhou Luoyang on the pillow, put one hand behind him, and took the mobile phone to notify. Zhuang Li, after sending the message, looked at Zhou Luoyang helplessly.

Zhou Luoyang motioned to Du Jing to rest for a while.

Du Jingjing nodded and closed his eyes, leaving Zhou Luoyang to be vigilant about every move around him.

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