Mist - Chapter 46

It is indeed Minister Wang.

The middle-aged woman in the photo is the one who has been in power in the Jiangcheng branch for the past 15 years.

During the rainy season, he was sure and certain of this, because he kept two memories at the same time.

And Song Qinglan, as he said in the car earlier, in the Ouroboros mission, he saw the woman who suddenly rushed out and opened the key points in his memory. After getting the hint, he remembered the last cycle.

The moment when she saw Minister Wang’s photo, Song Qinglan’s memory flooded into her mind, and her previously blurred impression became clear.

Just like a slow-moving movie, the memories are superimposed into Song Qinglan’s mind frame by frame.

The feeling of a powerful invasion made Song Qinglan’s headache as if he was about to explode. Since he entered the sky a few years ago, another new memory emerged. The experience of nearly a thousand days appeared in his mind and remembered him. All of his personnel were replaced and refreshed, but the opposing and existing memories did not disappear.

“Team Song!”

A distant voice came.

“Team Song!”

The voice gradually narrowed, until it was close in front of Song Qinglan.

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

He raised his head in the confusion, seeing the frowning brows and the eyes with concern written during the monsoon rains.

“How are you?” asked anxiously during the rainy season, “Why didn’t you speak suddenly?”

It turns out that this is the usual pain during the monsoon rains?

The sequelae of the first crossing mission are more serious, because this is a real memory overload.

Song Qinglan’s head hurts like a needle: “Fuck, about Minister Wang… Damn, I remembered it all at once.”

During the rainy season, he was taken aback: “Remember it?! I remembered it after seeing the photo?”

The pain made Song Qinglan a little irritable: “Yes! When I saw the photo, I remembered everything.”

It’s like seeing Minister Qi in the monsoon.

The kitchen was quiet for a while.

I’ve 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 bit cool about each other.

If they don’t remember Minister Wang during the monsoon rains, Song Qinglan will not find information specially, and then they will never find the difference in the world. However, I remember that during the monsoon season, whether it is due to hypermemory or other reasons, the monsoon season is like a bug and becomes the dividing point of the world.

Just imagine, what would happen to them now if there were no monsoon rains?

Where are they?

What is going on here?

After Song Qinglan remembered it, she didn’t care so much, and she didn’t have time to talk nonsense.

He tried to express his thoughts in a headache: “So in another reality, Minister Wang has been Minister Wang for fifteen years. It is no doubt that Minister Wang was also the one who sent us. I think we can forget about us for now. Which reality you are in is not the primary issue.”

During the rainy season, the heart is blessed, and he instantly understands Song Qinglan’s meaning: “Because no matter which reality we are in, we should not have double memories!”

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

Understanding this point may be able to answer the question of why they have not encountered another self if they have really come to a parallel world.

One self, two memories.

There must be inextricable relationships among them.

Wang Xiaoqian’s information has not been closed yet.

Song Qinglan scrolled the page: “Counselor Ji, look at this.”

This more complete information writes Wang Xiaoqian’s reason for resignation-mild schizophrenia.

During the rainy season, I was surprised, how could Minister Wang, a smart and wise minister, get such a disease?

Without waiting for him to think, the information on the research project of Minister Wang during his work also attracted his attention: on the timeline, the emergence of the bubble world.

Bubble world.

In the time anchor concept, that cycle is the so-called time bubble,

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

Research on time anchors was explicitly prohibited, but Minister Wang’s research has been conducted before.

During the monsoon rains, his gaze fell on the words “schizophrenia” again, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, parallel worlds, bubbles, schizophrenia…this cloud of mist seemed to have been so slightly removed. Possible.

Amidst uncertain doubts, he only heard Song Qinglan say: “Do you think Minister Wang also has double memories?”

During the rainy season: “…I don’t know.”

Song Qinglan rubbed her temples and whispered: “We might have to find her, what do you think?”

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

It was a nursing home in Jiangcheng, meaning that they had to go back to Jiangcheng.

The matter had a preliminary plan, and it was late at night.

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

Song Qinglan went into the bathroom.

Only one toothbrush, one cup, and towels were placed on the clean bathroom cabinet.

He couldn’t help wondering, don’t he never stay overnight with friends during the rainy season?

I don’t know how this new object is.

During the rainy season, he was deserted and hated.

Song Qinglan washed her face with cold water, obviously lacking sleep, but she was still awake because of the cup of coffee. The sequelae of the memory superimposed just now was still there, and his head was still aching, and he inadvertently saw the dirty clothes basket on the side.

When one enters another’s living quarters, it is inevitable to see the traces of the other’s life.

There are not many things in the straw dirty clothes basket, thrown in a set of clothes that have not had time to wash, the black cloth is faintly exposed.

That is a pair of black underwear.

Suddenly, Song Qinglan’s heart jumped heavily.

Probably because he entered the other party’s private space and his eyes touched the other party’s personal belongings, he unexpectedly remembered the white and slender waist and abdomen that they saw when they were in the training room in the sky before setting out.

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

The feeling of telling love history when listening to the monsoon rain downstairs just now came again, and he was a little irritable.

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

Traveling thousands of miles from one city to another is really just to help clarify their ideas during the monsoon rains, and by the way to figure out whether they are in a parallel world right now?

If not, what kind of feedback does he want?

“Knocking”.

The bathroom door was knocked.

Song Qinglan wiped her face with a towel and opened the bathroom door: “What’s the matter?”

In the monsoon season, his face was distressed: “Sorry…”

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

Song Qinglan wondered: “Nothing?”

The guest room in the memory of the monsoon season no longer exists. It has been vacated 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 all the books and put them in this room as a study room.” Ji Yu said, “but I didn’t expect that in this reality, I had already done this. After I came back, I This door has not been opened yet.”

Song Qinglan: “…”

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

During the rainy season: “Team Song, can you sleep on the sofa?”

That messy sofa.

Song Qinglan’s face was half black.

When the rainy season thought he was dissatisfied with the arrangement of sleeping on the sofa, he reluctantly took a step back and said compassionately: “Otherwise, if you don’t mind, you can sleep in my room. I will sleep on the sofa.”

People are invited by him, and it is really not very authentic for people to sleep on the sofa.

But Song Qinglan, the so-called PTSD, would really like to sleep in his bed? Was skeptical during the rainy season.

Room?

That’s not much better.

Song Qinglan really minded.

It’s all here, it’s impossible to leave now, Song Qinglan said in compromise: “Forget it, I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

Say yes during the rainy season, and then say: “Then, good night.”

Song Qinglan: “Good night.”

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

They have known each other for so long, and it seems that this is the first time they have been so polite.

During the monsoon rains, I never thought that there would be intersections after they finished their missions, and they would be in such an environment.

Song Qinglan said, “Can you sleep well tonight?”

During the rainy season: “Huh?”

What’s the meaning?

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

I was slightly startled during the rainy season, and I don’t know how to answer: “…”

Song Qinglan finally said: “Take a good rest tonight, don’t think about anything messy, I will go back to Grandpa’s house tomorrow morning, and then we will set off to Jiangcheng.”

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

Song Qinglan was lying on the sofa, looking 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 whether they would be in another copy of the sky system now.

That possibility is scary.

In the darkness, something lightly jumped onto the sofa.

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

It doesn’t know when it ran out of the cat’s house that closed him during the monsoon rains.

This orange cat was hostile to Song Qinglan, and it was whimpering with its teeth and claws before, but at this time it was just staring at him quietly.

It didn’t say a word, it seemed to be watching Song Qinglan, and it was about to rush to tear him to pieces in the next second.

Song Qinglan sat up and looked at it, and squinted slightly. He noticed something was wrong.

He is very tall and often has a deterrent effect. Even the dog in the family would clip his tail when he saw him, but the cat didn’t blink and his eyes were shining leisurely.

At this time, the light from the roof of the tall building outside the window happened to sweep into the house.

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

Over the years, she has developed a sense of smell for danger, so Song Qinglan immediately stepped on the ground barefoot and walked silently on the floor.

He approached the door panel, then looked at the cat’s eye on the door.

The security indicator lights in the corridor glowed green.

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