Ji Yushi asked, "Why did you come to Ningcheng all of a sudden?"

"It's not sudden, right?" Song Qinglan said, "After walking for a month, come and see my grandfather."

Ji Yushi asked Song Qinglan what could be there, and said, "I happen to be outside right now, so I can pick you up at the station."

The information about "Wang Xiaoqian" is very important to Ji Yushi now. He didn't think about it so much, he no longer cared about the other party's inconvenience.

In fact, Song Qinglan was driving a sports car at super high speed. From the time she hung up the phone in the morning, she had already arrived at Ningcheng. After arriving in Ningcheng, he realized that they had stayed up all night, and they might still be resting during the rainy season.

Thinking of this, Song Qinglan resisted the urge to find Ji Yu immediately, and went to her grandfather's house first.

He had just received the information, and after reading it once, he sent a message to Ji Yushi.

He didn't expect that he would call directly during the rainy season.

After the call was connected, Song Qinglan was too eager, so Song Qinglan casually said that she was still on her way.

When asked by Ji Yushi at this moment, he looked at the time and lied: "I'll be there around eight o'clock."

When the monsoon rains, start the car: "Then you wait for me in the lounge, I'll come right over."

After hanging up the phone, Song Qinglan, who was still at her grandfather's house, hastily packed up and drove to Ningcheng North Station.

The whole way was fast and fast, and the car was parked before eight o'clock, and people went to the North Station lounge.

There are people coming and going in the suspended train station, and there are many people in the lounge.

Song Qinglan glanced around and did not find Ji Yushi's figure, and was relieved after confirming that he arrived earlier than Ji Yushi. Suddenly, my heart was heavy again, and I secretly cursed "Fuck."

When did he do such a foolish thing to deceive himself?

is it necessary?

Song Qinglan had never had this experience in her 26 years of life, and she had never felt so anxious because of someone's low mood that she had to see the other person in person to be relieved.

Song Qinglan noticed that Ji Yushi's mental state was not right.

He didn't know if anyone with hyperamnesia would worry too much, but the memory deviation between the "Minister Wang" proposed by Ji Yushi and him, his calm attitude after meeting Minister Qi, and the "urn" on the phone The "brain in the middle" remarks are actually very negative, and they don't look like the state of a person who returns to the real world after escaping danger.

Somehow, the image of opening the pillbox and swallowing the pills during the monsoon always lingered in his mind.

In the park management office, in the bookstore, outside the ward... The confusion in the memory during the monsoon rains is controlled and clarified by those pills.

The fragile face of the other party, the slightly trembling eyelashes, and the unconscious murmur in the space capsule when he was just sucked into the crack, all contrasted with his logical, intelligent and rational appearance.

No matter how perfect the psychological evaluation report is during the monsoon, there is a word called just easy to break, once a person's spirit persists to the point where it can no longer persist, it may completely collapse.

It stands to reason that after the secondment ended, Ji Yushi returned to Ningcheng, and they wouldn't have anything to do with each other except for the mission report.

Whether the mental state is good or bad during the monsoon season, there will naturally be people who care, and judging from his performance, there is no shortage of people to care.

However, Song Qinglan thought uncontrollably.

Since it is possible to develop several relationships at the same time, it is also very likely that each of them is not serious.

Those people, will they really care about the monsoon?

"Team Song."

Song Qinglan sat for a few minutes when she heard a cold voice sounding in front of him.

He looked up and saw Ji Yushi's face.

Less than two days apart, naturally nothing changes during the monsoon.

A simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, similar to the one Song Qinglan found for him in PU-31, but he just wore it with a graceful aura. Just one stop in this public place attracted others. eye attention.

What caught Song Qinglan's attention were the two faint blue streaks under the opponent's eyelids.

Song Qinglan stood up and said naturally, "You came so quickly."

If he drives slower, he will arrive after the monsoon.

Ji Yushi said, "I was on the road when I called you, so I came right over."

The two walked out side by side.

The summer night in Ningcheng is noisy, and the heat wave is accompanied by the cicadas.

Song Qinglan was quite surprised when the large black off-road vehicle was parked in the parking space. She couldn't see that during the monsoon, the people were refreshing and refreshing, but the car was domineering and leaking.

Song Qinglan unlocked her phone, opened the document and handed it to Ji Yushi: "You look first, I'll drive."

Of course, this is the best. There is no objection during the monsoon: "Okay."

The car drove into the traffic, Ningcheng's neon lights flickered, and the profile of his face looking at the documents during the monsoon was very quiet.

Wang Xiaoqian, female, fifty-two years old, was a professor at the Department of Quantum Physics of Capital University. The information shows that she is from the capital and has written some of her papers, opinions and teaching achievements. But as Song Qinglan said, the information is not complete, except for these, there are no photos, and there is no work information about the sky.

When Ji Yushi searched Capital University on the Internet, Wang Xiaoqian's information was no longer in the faculty column.

"I have some connections," Song Qinglan said. "Through the names you provided, I found a lot of women with the same name and surname. After excluding some candidates with large age gaps and different educational backgrounds, I finally got this one. If you say Wang Xiaoqian is the head of the Jiangcheng branch, then this professor who has taught quantum physics is the closest candidate."

Nodding in the monsoon season, privacy is very important in this era, so all databases are encrypted, and it is not easy to find so many.

What he didn't expect was that Song Qinglan had no impression of the "Minister Wang" he mentioned, yet she still took so much effort to investigate.

"They will send more detailed information later." Song Qinglan added, "At that time, you can confirm whether it is her."

Saying that, Song Qinglan glanced at Ji Yushi inadvertently and was slightly startled.

There is a distinct red mark on his neck during the monsoon.

Song Qinglan had never seen such a mark before.

During the holiday, if Li Chun went to hang out for a few days before returning to the team, he would have to keep these things on his body.

I wanted to ignore it.

But after just one glance, it may be that the red marks on the skin that are too fair are too dazzling and always attract attention.

Song Qinglan bit her back molars: "Consultant Ji, pay attention to your neck."

Ji Yushi opened the baffle above the passenger in doubt, and looked in the small mirror: "I forgot to close the window last night."

No wonder he was scratching all the time today. It turned out that he was bitten by a mosquito last night.

Song Qinglan was silent for a while.

Ji Yushi was not very good at speculating on other people's minds, nor was he good at handling interpersonal relationships. Song Qinglan's ability to help him find information in private was already very touching to him.

He retracted his gaze and his thoughts, and asked, "You said you noticed something different on the phone, what's the difference?"

"Last time on the Ouroboros mission, I realized it was a cycle because of the woman who rushed out of the street."

Passing through a traffic light intersection, Song Qinglan turned the steering wheel and acted familiarly. Arrogant, proud, with a strong sense of presence, he is more suitable for this car.

"Originally, I didn't remember anything. At most, I had a sense of sight. After I realized that it had happened once, the memory of the last cycle suddenly came to my mind. I am familiar with this, I told you You, when Lao Zhou and I participated in the Time Witness Program in the army, we had memory enhancement training. This point is similar to the key key in memory, but it is actually a subconscious suggestion. So different from Tang Le and the others, We more or less remember what happened in the cycle."

After saying this, Song Qinglan's brows did not loosen, and her heroic face became more tense: "Before I read Wang Xiaoqian's profile, I didn't have any impression of her name, but when I saw some of the points she once mentioned, I suddenly I have a vague impression of this name, and I remember as if I had argued with someone about those points and was persuaded. But in my current memory, I clearly remember that the person who was arguing with me was Minister Qi. "

Ji Yushi was stunned: "Double memories?"

Song Qinglan also had double memories?

"One memory is relatively vague, while the other is very clear." Song Qinglan said, "But I don't think we are still in some kind of hallucination. What we are dealing with now is the real reality, but it may not be what we used to be. That reality."

Ji Yushi just came out of Ji's house, and what Professor Ji said was still weighing on his mind.

Hearing Song Qinglan say this, he couldn't help but ask, "You also think we have come to a parallel world?"

Song Qinglan remained calm and did not comment on the word "also".

He still drove the car smoothly: "If this is a parallel world, then there must be another us. Where did they go?"

These words hit Ji Yushi's heart directly, making him speechless for a moment.

It was this problem that blocked the way of thinking during the monsoon season, coupled with the confusion of memory, just a few days after being intercepted by the Jiangcheng branch and returned to reality, the state of the monsoon season was already very bad, even worse than in the Ouroboros mission. Worse.

He was overwhelmed.

Song Qinglan: "The 'brain in a vat' theory you put forward has made me think over this question. I'm wondering whether we have come to a parallel world, or is this our original world, and we just kept another world. memory? Or, we have the sequelae of time travel, and the so-called double memory is actually because we are crazy?"

Am I a butterfly, or Zhuangzi?

How can one distinguish what is the truest reality?

"Finally, I came to a conclusion." Song Qinglan said, "The answer to these questions is actually very simple."

The car did not know when it had arrived at the door of the house during the monsoon season.

Originally thought that Song Qinglan would drive the car directly to his grandfather's house, and then he would drive home again, which was regarded as "sending" Song Qinglan.

It seemed that Song Qinglan didn't understand what he meant, maybe he had to drive out again.

But when the monsoon rains, there is no time to care about this now.

Because Song Qinglan said to him, "The key to solving the problem lies in you. This time, I won't discuss the mission report I handed over. I want you to bring you to Jiangcheng, to Ouroboros, to Chaos, and to the time when we were killed. Tell me all the memories that came here after the interception, and I will be able to find out the truth from the perspective of another memory."

The street lights illuminated his calm face during the monsoon, and only he knew that his heart was beating violently: "My other memory? What if I made a mistake?"

"Everyone can make mistakes in overlapping memories, but you won't. Whether it's a parallel world or the sequelae of time travel, consultant Ji, your memory is the key for us to distinguish reality." Song Qinglan said, "I believe in you."

In reality, not in missions, this sentence seems too straightforward to say.

The car was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

Song Qinglan coughed lightly, and then said, "Go upstairs. I'll just take a taxi and go back to my grandfather's house."

Also fucking have to go back to the station to pick up the car.

Ji Yushi asked, "Captain Song, can you go back tomorrow?"

Song Qinglan almost choked: "Huh?"

Is this inviting him upstairs to spend the night at home during the rainy season?

Of course, it's definitely not a sleepover in that sense, but it seems a bit inappropriate for straight men to spend the night with sexually oriented men.

Perhaps it was because of Song Qinglan's hesitation that Ji Yushi realized it, but the other party had PTSD for being close to Gay. Maybe he made the other party misunderstand something.He loosened the seat belt, and the red mark on his neck loomed over the edge of the collar: "I mean—"

"Okay." Song Qinglan took a long leg and got out of the car, "It's not too late, if necessary, make a video call to Lao Zhou and the others at night to see how they are doing."

Speaking, he looked upstairs and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who is there in your family?"

Ji Yushi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is only one cat."