Mist - Chapter 44

During the rainy season, he asked, “Why did you come to Ningcheng suddenly?”

“It’s not a sudden,” Song Qinglan said, “I have been walking for a month, come and see my grandfather.”

During the rainy season, Song Qinglan asked Song Qinglan what could be there, and said: “I happen to be outside right now, and I can come to the station to pick you up.”

That piece of information about “Wang Xiaoqian” is now very important for the monsoon season. He didn’t think about it so much, and he didn’t care about the inconvenience of the other party.

In fact, Song Qinglan drove the sports car at super high speed, and she had already arrived in Ningcheng since she hung up the phone in the morning. After arriving in Ningcheng, he later realized that they had all been up all night, and maybe they were still resting during the rainy season.

Thinking of this, Song Qinglan resisted the urge to look for the monsoon rain, and went to her grandfather’s house first.

He just received the information, only read it once, and then sent a message to the monsoon season.

He didn’t expect to call directly during the rainy season.

After the call was connected, she was too eager, so Song Qinglan casually talked about it, saying that she was still on the way.

When asked by Monsoon, he looked at the time and lied: “I’ll be there around eight o’clock.”

Start the car during the rainy season: “Then you wait for me in the lounge, and I will come over immediately.”

After the phone was hung up, Song Qinglan, who was still at his grandfather’s house, hadtily cleaned up, and drove to Ningcheng North Station.

All the way hurriedly, the car stopped before eight o’clock, and people walked to the North Station lounge.

People come and go in the floating train station, and there are a lot of people in the lounge.

Song Qinglan glanced around and found no figure during the monsoon rain, confirming that he was relieved after arriving earlier than during the monsoon rain. Suddenly, my heart sank heavily, and he whispered “Shit.”

When did he do such self-deception stupid things?

is it necessary?

Song Qinglan had never had this experience in twenty-six years of her life, and she had never felt so anxious that she had to see the other person with her own eyes.

Song Qinglan noticed that her mental state was wrong during the monsoon rains.

He doesn’t know if people with hypermemia will be overwhelmed, but the memory deviation between the person named “Minister Wang” during the monsoon rains and his memory, the calm attitude after seeing Minister Qi, and the “tank” on the phone. The remarks of “Zhongzhi Nao” are actually very negative. They are not like the state that a person who has escaped and returned to the real world should have.

Somehow, the scene of opening the pill box and swallowing pills during the monsoon rains always lingered in his mind.

In the park management office, in the bookstore, outside the ward… the memory chaos during the monsoon rains is curbed and clarified by those pills.

The other party’s fragile face, trembling eyelashes, and the unconscious whisper in the space capsule when he was 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 rains, there is a word that is too easy to break, once the human spirit persists until it can no longer persist, it may completely collapse.

It stands to reason that after the secondment was over, they returned to Ningcheng during the monsoon rains, except for the mission report.

People will naturally care about whether the mental state is good or bad during the monsoon, and from his performance, there is no shortage of people to care about.

However, Song Qinglan thought uncontrollably.

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

Those people, would really care about the rainy season?

“Team Song.”

After Song Qinglan sat for a few minutes, she heard a cold voice ringing in front of him.

He looked up and saw his face during the monsoon rains.

Less than two days apart, there is naturally no change during the monsoon rains.

A simple white short-sleeved T-shirt, similar to the one Song Qinglan found for him on PU-31, but he just wore a flamboyant temperament. Just stopping in this public place attracted others. Attention.

What made Song Qinglan pay attention to was the two faint blue hues under the other’s eyelids.

Song Qinglan stood up and said naturally: “You came so fast.”

If he drives more slowly, he will arrive after the rainy season.

During the rainy season, he said, “I was on the road when I called you, so I came directly.”

The two walked out side by side.

In the hustle and bustle of the summer night in Ningcheng, the heat waves accompany the cicadas.

When the large black off-road vehicle was parked in the parking space, Song Qinglan was quite surprised. He couldn’t see that the people were refreshed during the monsoon rains, but the car he drove was domineering and leaking.

Song Qinglan unlocked the phone, opened the information and handed it to Jiyu: “Look first, I’ll drive.”

This is of course the best. There is no objection during the monsoon: “Okay.”

When the car drove into the traffic, the neon lights of Ningcheng flickered, and the profile of the document looked quiet during the monsoon rains.

Wang Xiaoqian, female, 52 years old, was a professor in the Department of Quantum Physics, Capital University. The information shows that she is a native of the capital, and wrote some of her papers, opinions and teaching results. But like Song Qinglan said, the information is not complete, except for these, there are no photos, and there is no work information about the sky.

During the rainy season, I searched Capital University on the Internet, and there is no information about Wang Xiaoqian in the column of faculty and staff.

“I have some networks on my hands.” Song Qinglan said, “Through the name you provided, I found many women with the same name and the same surname. After excluding some candidates with too large age gaps and different educational backgrounds, I finally got this one. If, as you said, Wang Xiaoqian is the minister of the Jiangcheng branch, then this professor who has taught quantum physics is the closest candidate.”

Nodding during the rainy season. In this era, privacy is highly valued. Therefore, all databases are encrypted. 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 was talking about, so she still spent so much effort to investigate.

“They will send more detailed information later.” Song Qinglan said again, “You can confirm if it is her then.”

With that said, Song Qinglan glanced at Jiyu inadvertently, and was slightly startled.

There is a bright red mark on the neck during the monsoon rain.

Song Qinglan has never seen this kind of seal.

If Li Chun went to fight for a few days before returning to the team during the holidays, he would have to take care of these things.

I wanted to ignore it.

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

Song Qinglan bit her posterior molars: “Counselor Ji, on your neck, pay attention.”

During the monsoon rains, he opened the baffle above the co-pilot and looked at it in the small mirror: “I forgot to close the windows last night.”

No wonder he always scratched today, because he was bitten by a mosquito last night.

Song Qinglan was silent for a while.

During the rainy season, he was not very good at speculating on other people’s thoughts, nor was he very good at handling interpersonal relationships. Song Qinglan was already very moved to help him check the information in private.

He withdrew his gaze and thoughts together, and asked: “You said on the phone that you also noticed some differences. What’s the difference?”

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

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

“I didn’t remember anything, at most I had a sense of sight. After I realized that the thing had happened once, the memory of the last cycle suddenly appeared in my mind. This is very familiar to me, I have told You, when Lao Zhou and I were participating in the Time Witness Program in the army, we had undergone memory enhancement training. This is similar to the key key in memory, but it is actually a subconscious hint. So unlike Tang Le and the others, We can more or less remember what happened in the cycle.”

After saying this, Song Qinglan’s brows did not loosen, and her heroic face seemed tighter: “Before I looked at Wang Xiaoqian’s materials, I had no impression of her name, but when I saw some of the points she had mentioned, I suddenly I have some vague impressions of this name. I remember as if I had argued with those points and was persuaded. But in my memory now, I clearly remember that the person who argued with me was Minister Qi.”

During the rainy season, he was stunned: “Double memory?”

Song Qinglan also has double memories?

“A memory is relatively vague, and a memory is very clear.” Song Qinglan said, “But I don’t think we are still in a certain kind of illusion. What we are looking at now is the real reality, but it may not be our original That reality.”

He just came out of Ji’s house during the rainy season, and what Professor Ji said was still pressing on his heart.

Hearing Song Qinglan’s words, he couldn’t help asking: “Do you also think we have come to a parallel world?”

Song Qinglan remained silent and did not comment on the word “also”.

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

This sentence hit his heart during the monsoon rain, making him silent for an instant.

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

He was already overwhelmed.

Song Qinglan: “The’brain in a tank’ theory you put forward made me think about this question repeatedly. I wonder whether we have come to a parallel world or this is our original world, and we just saved another world. My memory? Or rather, we have a sequelae of time and space travel. The so-called double memory is actually we crazy?”

Am I Butterfly, or Zhuangzi?

How do people distinguish what is the most real reality?

“In the end I came to a conclusion.” Song Qinglan said, “It’s actually very simple to know the answers to these questions.”

The car did not know when it had reached the door of the monsoon.

I thought that Song Qinglan would drive the car to his grandfather’s house, and then he would drive home. This would be considered a “send” to Song Qinglan.

It seemed that Song Qinglan didn’t understand what he meant, so maybe she would have to drive out again.

But now there is no time to care about this issue during the monsoon.

Because Song Qinglan said to him: “The key to solving the problem lies in you. This time I don’t want to discuss the task report handed over to the above. I want you to bring you to Jiangcheng, to ouroboros, Kaos, and then to our Tell me all the memories that I came here after intercepting, and peeling off the cocoon from the perspective of another memory, you will definitely be able to find out the truth.”

The street lamp illuminates his calm face during the monsoon rain, and only he himself knows that his heart has been beating violently: “Another memory of mine? What if I make a mistake?”

“Anyone in overlapping memories can make mistakes, you won’t. Whether this is a parallel world or the aftereffects of traveling, consultant Ji, your memory is the key to our reality.” Song Qinglan said, “I believe you.”

In reality, not in the task, this sentence seems too straightforward.

The car was suddenly quiet for a few seconds.

Song Qinglan gave a light cough, and then said, “Go upstairs. I’ll take a taxi and go back to Grandpa’s house.”

You have to go back to the station to pick up the car first.

During the rainy season, he asked, “Team Song, can you go back tomorrow?”

Song Qinglan almost choked: “Huh?”

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

Of course it’s definitely not an overnight stay in that sense, but it seems a bit inappropriate for a straight man and a sexually oriented person to spend the night together.

Perhaps it was discovered that Song Qinglan’s hesitation, and reacted during the monsoon rains, the other party had PTSD about Gay’s approach, maybe he made the other party misunderstand something. He loosened his seat belt, and the red mark on his neck was looming on the edge of the collar: “I mean—”

“Okay.” Song Qinglan took a long leg and got out of the car. “It shouldn’t be too late. If necessary, call Lao Zhou and the others at night and see how they are doing.”

As he said, he raised his head and looked upstairs, his eyes narrowed slightly: “Who is in your house?”

During the rainy season, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, “There is only one cat.”