It is indeed Minister Wang.

The middle-aged woman in the photo is the one who has held power in the Jiangcheng branch for the past fifteen years.

Ji Yushi was sure and certain of this, because he kept two memories at the same time.

As for Song Qinglan, as he said in the car earlier, it was when he saw the woman who suddenly rushed out during the Ouroboros mission that he opened the key point in his memory, and after getting the hint, he remembered the previous cycle.

The moment she saw Minister Wang's photo, memories flooded into Song Qinglan's mind, and the previously vague impression became clear.

Just like a slow-moving movie, memories are superimposed on Song Qinglan's mind frame by frame.

The feeling of a strong invasion made Song Qinglan's headache feel like it was going to explode. Since he entered the sky a few years ago, another new memory has been created. The experience of nearly a thousand days has surfaced in his mind, and he will remember it in his memory. All the personnel and personnel were replaced and refreshed, but the opposite and existing memories did not disappear.

"Team Song!"

A distant voice came.

"Team Song!"

The voice gradually got closer, so close that it was right in front of Song Qinglan.

Song Qinglan regained her senses, and found that her elbows were on the table, her fingers were supporting her temples, there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and she was breathing lightly and rapidly.

He looked up in the confusion and saw Ji Yushi's frown and eyes written with concern.

"How are you?" Ji Yushi asked anxiously, "Why didn't you speak suddenly?"

It turns out that the pain you usually endure during the monsoon is like this?

Worse than the aftermath of the first time-travel mission, because this is a real memory overload.

Song Qinglan's head hurt like a needle stick: "Fuck, about Minister Wang... I fucking remember it all at once."

Ji Yushi was stunned: "Remember?! Did you remember it after seeing the photo?"

The pain made Song Qinglan a little irritable: "Yes! As soon as I saw the photo, I remembered everything."

Just like seeing Minister Qi during the monsoon.

There was silence in the kitchen for a while.

Having seen too many incredible things, at this time, the two of them didn't make a fuss about the new memory of Song Qinglan's sudden visit, but they both felt a little cooler on each other.

If Ji Yu didn't remember Minister Wang like they did, Song Qinglan would not have specially asked for information, then they would never have discovered the difference in the world. But remember when the monsoon rains, whether it's because of hyperamnesia or other reasons, the monsoon is like a bug, and it becomes the dividing point of the world.

Just imagine, what would they be like now if there was no monsoon rain?

Where are they?

What the hell is going on here?

After Song Qinglan remembered it, she couldn't care less and didn't have time to talk nonsense.

He tried to express his thoughts in the headache: "So in another reality, it is Minister Wang for fifteen years, and the one who sent us the task is also Minister Wang, there is no doubt about this. I think, now we can not care about us in the end. Which reality you are in is not the primary question."

Ji Yushi was so blessed that he instantly understood what Song Qinglan meant: "Because no matter what reality we are in, we shouldn't have double memories!"

If the timeline is overwritten after the butterfly effect, then the memory should also be overwritten, so no matter which reality they are in, they should only keep one memory, but they remember two.

Knowing this may answer the question of why they haven't met another self if they have really come to a parallel world.

One self, two memories.

There must be innumerable connections among them.

Wang Xiaoqian's profile has not been closed.

Song Qinglan scrolled the page: "Consultant Ji, look at this."

This more complete document states the reason for Wang Xiaoqian's departure - mild schizophrenia.

Ji Yushi was surprised, how could the smart and wise Minister Wang get such a disease?

Before he could think about it, the research project on Minister Wang's work also caught his attention: on the time line, the creation of the bubble world.

Bubble world.

In the concept of time anchor, those cycles are the so-called time bubbles.

It goes beyond the timeline and becomes a world of its own. If it is put into use, it will cause a serious time paradox.

The research on time anchors is forbidden, but Minister Wang's research has been carried out.

When Ji Yushi's eyes fell on the words "schizophrenia" again, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, parallel worlds, bubbles, schizophrenia... This fog seems to have been cleared away. possible.

In his unsure suspicion, he only listened to Song Qinglan: "Do you think Minister Wang also has double memories?"

Ji Yushi: "...I don't know."

Song Qinglan rubbed her temples and whispered, "We might have to go find her, what do you think?"

Song Qinglan made a few calls and contacted many people, and finally determined where Minister Wang was.

It was a sanatorium in Jiangcheng, which meant that they had to go back to Jiangcheng.

Things had a preliminary plan, and it was already late at night.

During the rainy season, Song Qinglan found a new set of toiletries for Song Qinglan, and she was going to arrange for the guests to stay overnight. The house is close to the school, and Ji Minyue occasionally came to stay overnight, so there is a guest room at home.

Song Qinglan entered the bathroom.

There is only a toothbrush, a cup, and even a towel and other items on the clean bathroom cabinet.

He couldn't help thinking, could it be that he never stayed in a relationship during the monsoon season?

I don't know what to do with this new object.

During the rainy season, he was cold and vengeful, and seemed to be able to turn his face away and not recognize anyone.

Song Qinglan washed her face with cold water. She obviously lacked sleep, but she was still awake because of the cup of coffee. The sequelae of the memory superimposed just now are still there, his head still hurts, and he inadvertently sees the dirty clothes basket.

When a person enters another person's living place, he will inevitably see traces of the other person's life.

There were not many things in the straw-woven laundry basket, and it was thrown in a set of clothes that had not been washed in time, and the black fabric was faintly exposed.

It was a pair of black panties.

Suddenly, Song Qinglan's heart skipped a beat.

Probably because he entered the other party's private space and his eyes touched the other party's personal belongings, he unexpectedly remembered the fair and slender waist and abdomen that he had seen during Ji Yu when they were in the training room of the sky before they set off.

Song Qinglan gritted her teeth, waved the screen away, and washed her face again.

He felt a little irritable when he heard Ji Yu's love story downstairs just now.

Song Qinglan faintly sensed that something was out of control, but she couldn't tell.

Running thousands of miles from one city to another is really just to help clarify the thinking during the monsoon, and by the way, to find out whether they are in a parallel world now?

If not, what is the reward he wants to get?

"Knocking".

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

Song Qinglan wiped her face with a towel and opened the bathroom door: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yushi had an embarrassed look on his face: "I'm sorry..."

He reluctantly said a funny fact, "My guest room is gone."

Song Qinglan wondered, "No more?"

The guest room that I remembered during the rainy season no longer exists, it has been moved to empty space, and there is nothing in it.

The two stood at the door of the empty room, both speechless.

"I only remembered after opening the door. I once wanted to tidy up the books and put them in this room for study use." Ji Yushi said, "I didn't expect that in this reality, I have already done so. The door hasn't been opened yet."

Song Qinglan: "..."

He suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ji Yushi: "Team Song, can you sleep on the sofa?"

The messy sofa.

Song Qinglan's face turned black.

Ji Yushi thought he was dissatisfied with the arrangement of sleeping on the sofa, so he took a step back and said mercifully: "Otherwise, if you don't mind, you can sleep in my room, and I'll sleep on the sofa."

People were invited by him, so it is not very authentic to let people sleep on the sofa.

But Song Qinglan's so-called PTSD, would she really be willing to sleep in his bed? Doubt during monsoons.

Room?

That's not going anywhere either.

Song Qinglan was indeed very interested.

It's all here, it's impossible to leave now, Song Qinglan said compromisingly, "Forget it, I'll sleep on the sofa."

Ji Yushi said yes, and then said, "Well, good night."

Song Qinglan: "Good night."

The atmosphere is a little weird.

They had known each other for so long, and it was the first time they were so polite.

Ji Yushi never thought that they would meet after the mission, and it would be in such an environment.

Song Qinglan said, "Can you sleep well tonight?"

Ji Yushi: "Huh?"

What's the meaning?

Song Qinglan looked down at him, and suddenly smiled: "I don't seem to be of any help, this time I force an analysis, and the analysis is still what you already understand. At most, it can be regarded as helping you organize your thoughts, but it's actually useless. The only thing that is useful is that I also remember Minister Wang, which at least proves that you are not crazy."

Ji Yushi was slightly startled, not knowing how to answer: "..."

Song Qinglan finally said: "Have a good rest tonight, don't think about some messy things, I will go back to my grandfather's house tomorrow morning, and then we will go to Jiangcheng."

After more than an hour, there was no sound in the room, and fell asleep during the monsoon rain.

Song Qinglan lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with her eyes open.

He couldn't sleep, the world was far more complicated than he thought, and he was even thinking about whether they were now in another copy of the sky system.

That possibility is scary.

In the darkness, something jumped onto the sofa gently.

Song Qinglan sat up and found that it was a cat during the rainy season.

It didn't know when it ran out of the cat house that closed his cat during the monsoon.

This orange cat was hostile to Song Qinglan. Before, it was purring with claws and claws, but now it just stared at him quietly.

It didn't say a word, it seemed to be watching Song Qinglan, and it was about to pounce on him in the next second.

Song Qinglan sat up and looked at it, squinting her eyes slightly, he sensed something was wrong.

He was very tall and often quite intimidating. Even the family dog ​​would pinch his tail when he saw him, but the cat didn't blink, his eyes gleaming leisurely.

At this time, the light from the roof of the high-rise buildings outside the window happened to sweep into the house.

Song Qinglan noticed a dark shadow in the crack of the door of the living room.

Having cultivated her sense of smell for danger over the years, Song Qinglan immediately stepped on the ground with her bare feet and walked silently on the floor.

He approached the door panel and looked at the cat's eye on the door.

The security lights in the hallway glowed green.

I saw the neighbor's wife they met in the elevator, who was wearing pajamas at the door of the house during the monsoon, staring blankly at the house like the cat.