Mist - Chapter 50

There is still about half an hour before the next suspension train to Jiangcheng.

The rush to Jiangcheng was temporarily interrupted, and the two found a secluded location, avoiding those who appeared from time to time and wanted to stop them from continuing.

The closed heart quietly opened a gap, and the dusty past was also revealed.

“Xingyuan April 6, 1439, it was a very ordinary morning. Spring is here, and the rain is plentiful, from the early morning to the dawn.” The monsoon said slowly, “I didn’t get up early because I Father is always the first to get up. While working, he made breakfast for me like before, very rude egg sandwiches with a little sweet hot milk. The table is outrageously messed up, I couldn’t understand it at that time. He didn’t even notice when I opened the paper and ate up the breakfast. When I was about to go out, he caught up with me and brought me a raincoat. I am sorry to say that he has to work overtime again at night.”

These fragmentary details may not be important to the case, but they are the last scene of getting along with the father during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan listened quietly without interrupting him.

During the rainy season, he continued: “He didn’t go to work after I left that day because he died at home with a knife in his chest.”

The simple sentence brought the scene from 17 years ago to Song Qinglan’s eyes.

During the rainy season, he said: “Calculated based on the time of death, he died shortly after I left home. The police investigated the case and checked all the entry and exit records of the community that day, and found a suspected murderer from the surveillance system.”

Suspected murderer?

Hearing this, Song Qinglan couldn’t help asking: “Didn’t solve the case?”

Nodding lightly during the rainy season confirmed this. He was a little dazed, as if substituting himself into the memory.

Then he turned his head and told Song Qinglan: “The murderer and I passed by in the corridor that morning.”

Song Qinglan suffocated, and suddenly felt that her chest was so tight that she was almost out of breath: “…”

In 1439, how old was the monsoon?

Only eight years old.

When Monsoon was talking about it, he was not excited or sad. He just said flatly: “I was too young to see the murderer’s face. Even if I later suffered from hypermembrance, I can think of many things. When I woke up, the murderer’s clothes and walking posture were the only thing I couldn’t remember his face, because I didn’t see it.”

Hypermemory during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan remembered that they once said in the rain forest during the monsoon that his hypermemia was not born, but one day, suddenly found that he could remember all the experiences and all the details.

So, during the monsoon rains, is it because of hypermemory?

When I was disappointed in childhood, I tried my best to think about it. I could gradually remember everything, but I couldn’t change the facts.

What kind of despair is that?

Unable to imagine how a child would deal with himself in such a situation, Song Qinglan finally understood why he grew up to be what he is today when he looked at the monsoon rain before him.

There is no ability to forget.

It is a cruel thing for people with great pain.

“Later I was adopted by my father’s friend, which is my current teacher.” Ji Yushi said, “He is a very good psychologist. It can be said that without him, there would be no me who I am now.”

Song Qinglan: “Is that the person who called you just now?”

During the rainy season, nodded: “Yes. With the help of my teacher, I entered the sky system and became a recorder.”

Song Qinglan got it.

Do 100 missions of the recorder, and pass the test of history to become a recorder who can be truly indifferent in the face of history. Only during the monsoon can he return to the day of 1439 to face his father’s death. The reward he wanted was to remember the appearance of the murderer. Even if it was more than ten years late, he still wanted justice.

During the monsoon season so far in life, I have been working hard for this goal. Obviously suffering from hypermemory disorder, I still go back to history over and over again, filling my mind with irrelevant pictures, and only relying on a little hope can I endure the pain repeatedly.

When a person’s life goal is too heavy, one will become very lonely, as if there is nothing worthy of nostalgia in life except for this goal.

In the terrifying world full of zombies and black walls, he did not give up during the monsoon rains.

In the time cracks where the chaos is not clear, I did not give up during the monsoon rains.

This time he almost gave up.

Song Qinglan understood how tempting the call just now was for the monsoon rains.

At the same time, he seemed to understand what he meant by “I don’t have such a reality” during the monsoon season.

Although she was awake during the monsoon rain, Song Qinglan was sure that after receiving the call, she must have really thought about giving up during the monsoon rain, and she must have really thought about it and stay in this reality, otherwise she would not be on the train. Lie to him.

Because they know during the monsoon season, the reality they are now in is only different from 15 years ago. For the monsoon season, as long as they can go back to 1439 to complete the goal, it really doesn’t matter which reality they live in. the difference.

What changed the negative thoughts during the monsoon?

Song Qinglan couldn’t guess, but she was very lucky.

He tried to keep the atmosphere from becoming heavy: “Counselor Ji, if I can get to know you sooner…”

Looking at him with clear eyes during the monsoon rain: “?”

During the rainy season, the expression of surprise and error was a bit cute, and Song Qinglan somehow felt sour and soft in her heart.

In fact, the next sentence is “I can accompany you sooner”, but when I heard it, I felt that it was really inappropriate. Song Qinglan cleared his throat: “If I know you earlier, I’ll let them transfer you to Sky Seventh Heaven earlier. The team earns points, so if you finish the task earlier, you can go back to that day earlier, and you won’t wait until now to be trapped here with me. In general, it’s my pot.”

During the rainy season: “…”

Is this comfort a bit too clumsy?

As he was talking, Song Qinglan’s cell phone rang, and it was Duan Wen.

They were almost abducted by this reality just now during the monsoon rains. They haven’t contacted their teammates yet, and are about to tell them to be vigilant. This call comes at a very high time.

On the way to the station before, during the rainy season, Song Qinglan used Song Qinglan’s cell phone to send the information of Minister Wang to everyone. I don’t know if everyone thinks of it like them.

The two looked at each other, and Song Qinglan picked it up: “Old Duan.”

Duan Wen hurriedly said: “Team Song, I am with Tang Qi and Tang Le now, where have you been?”

Yu Guang noticed that she touched her earlobe during the monsoon rain, and this small gesture made Song Qinglan gently curl her lips. He didn’t mention anything about the monsoon rains, but said in a serious tone: “We were delayed on the way. We are waiting for the next train, and we should be able to reach Jiangcheng soon. Have you seen that information?”

“Look!” Duan Wen seemed to be smoking, and took a hard sip. “One question, is this the **** world not ours?”

Song Qinglan replied: “I’m afraid not.”

Duan Wen: “…do it.”

It’s no wonder that Duan Wen is unacceptable, what about his wife and daughter?

The phone was taken by Tang Le, and Tang Le was surprised on the phone: “Team Song, we have one more sister, can you believe it?”

Song Qinglan squinted her eyes: “The legendary Tang Rongrong?”

One twin is called Tang Qi and the other is Tang Le.

The two boys often fight when they are young, and every time they dislike each other, they force their parents to give birth to a younger sister, named Rongrong. Together, they are happy.

When Tang Le was taught by Tang Qi in the team, he always made things out of nothing, saying that his sister was better.

Unexpectedly, they really have a sister in this reality.

Once the double memories were superimposed, this younger sister became real in Song Qinglan’s memory. She was a lively and lovely girl, very good at acting like a baby.

Tang Le sighed: “Yes! It’s really called Tang Rongrong!”

The voice on the phone changed again. This time it was Tang Qi: “Chun’er’s phone was turned off, and Lao Zhou’s phone was opened and no one answered it. I don’t know what the situation is. Team Song, what should we do now?”

The team members have a deep trust in each other. The first question after learning the facts is not whether to go back or why this happened, but to ask “what should we do now”.

Rao was also a little touched by Song Qinglan as the captain.

But there is no sensationalism among pure men. He said: “Now take one step at a time and act separately. You can go to the nursing home for the old man first.”

The speed at which the world intervened in the act of “observation” was astonishingly fast. Before they even reached Jiangcheng, a phone call caught the weakness during the monsoon rains and almost left him behind.

Therefore, it is not ruled out that Minister Wang will also be interfered. Duan Wen now has to rush over to ensure that things will not happen.

Song Qinglan continued to tell Tang Qi: “You two go to Chun’er and Lao Zhou. As soon as consultant Ji and I arrive, we will meet in the nursing home first.”

Everyone: “Okay.”

“Wait!!” Song Qinglan said, “Along the way, you may meet people you know and don’t know to organize your actions, take care of yourself… Don’t follow.”

The phone hangs up.

The sweet announcement sounded from the station, reminding them that the suspension train bound for Jiangcheng East Station was about to arrive.

Song Qinglan: “We should go now.”

Nodding in the rainy season.

The two strode towards the platform.

As soon as they appeared, people sitting in the waiting hall reading projection books, drinking water, chatting, and passing by, looked at them in twos and threes. Those people put down everything on their hands, stood up with numb expressions and hollow eyes, and chased them in the direction they were heading to the platform.

He walked very fast during the rainy season, and he followed Song Qinglan behind, and his heart was more nervous than ever.

His cell phone was ringing, but he subconsciously knew who would make the call.

Song Qinglan discovered this and turned around and said, “Give it to me.”

During the rainy season, he took the phone out of his pocket with some hesitation.

Song Qinglan grabbed it and saw the word “teacher” displayed on the screen of the phone, and the interference in the monsoon season came again. As he walked, he threw the phone into the trash can without looking.

Turn around during the rainy season: “!”

He could hardly resist the urge to go to the trash can.

But Song Qinglan grabbed his wrist and couldn’t control how he could control herself, so she pulled him into the platform.

When the train arrived at the station, the two casually boarded a section of the carriage.

Some people get out of the car and some people get in the car.

Some people leave their seats like walking dead, following behind them, or blocking their reluctance.

Song Qinglan ignored them, bumping people into disarray and attracting scolding from normal people.

They walked to the car at the end of the train, and the sound of the start of the vehicle sounded. Song Qinglan opened the bathroom door and pushed the person in.

Those who interfered with them lost their goals and gradually dispersed.

The bathroom is clean and tidy, but the space is small, and when two big men with tall and long legs join in, it becomes even more cramped. This scene seems familiar. I remember it during the monsoon rain. It was probably the time when the team B of Ouroboros left Runjin Building and their teammates, and then hid in the small house, when he stepped on Song Qinglan’s foot.

The difference is that as soon as the door was closed this time, a cold object was attached to the wrist during the monsoon rain.

There was a “click”.

When he looked down during the rainy season, there was a handcuff on his wrist. When he recalled for a while, the details of the carriage that had just passed by came into his mind.

When they passed a certain carriage, they happened to encounter a police officer on duty.

Shocked during the rainy season: “Team Song?!”

Song Qinglan didn’t plan to discuss with him, and then handcuffed herself with a “click”.

He raised his hand, and the bright handcuffs completely handcuffed the two together, and his expression was quite content: “I touched it on the policeman just now.”

Speechless during the rainy season: “I’m not that easy to run, either.”

Song Qinglan leaned on the washstand and seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and said lazily: “Who knows. Don’t worry, Consultant Ji, you can’t run away now.”

Outside the small window of the bathroom, the scenery recedes into a line, which has increased to the maximum speed in a short time.

Suddenly, the carriage slammed to the right, and a strong sense of weightlessness struck. The two subconsciously grasped the objects beside them to stabilize their figures, and heard the screams of passengers outside the door.

“what happened?!”

“do not know!!”

Before the two could speak more, they heard a loud noise accompanied by a sharp rubbing sound.

“what!!!!”

More screams and screams filled the eardrums.

After the carriage overturned, it was overhanging, the alarm sounded endlessly, the explosion-proof glass shattered, and it fell like a spider web.

Under the suddenly appearing hole was a lake 100 meters high from them. Passengers and objects fell from the window of the carriage, splashing insignificant water.

During the monsoon rain, the whole person is hung in the window, and the toilet rolls are rolled away, floating in the air.

Even on the surface of the water, falling from such a high point will undoubtedly die.

“During the rainy season!!”

Song Qinglan shook his hand.

Thanks to the handcuffs, it gave Song Qinglan time to react.

The young and tall man has amazing arm strength. In this case, he grabbed another adult male with one hand, and his arms were bruised.

During the rainy season, she grabbed Song Qinglan with her backhand, and her body was like the roll of paper, as if she was about to fall with a blow.

Song Qinglan’s other injured hand clasped the restroom shelf, supported by this fulcrum alone, and if the shelf broke, they would die on the spot together.

“Ahhhhhhh!”

Another person fell into the lake from the car window.

“Don’t look!!” Song Qinglan’s complexion flushed, and she squeezed a few words from her teeth with difficulty, “Catch me!”

Turning his head pale during the monsoon rains, he drove the picture out of his mind, and grabbed Song Qinglan with the other hand.

In this case, the learned Jiu-Jitsu during the monsoon rains worked. He curled up, reached the washstand with his long legs, and found another point of support like acrobatics.

After nine deaths, he successfully opened the bathroom door during the rainy season.

The suspended train fell completely to the ground and hung upside down on the air track.

The heat beside the track was so hot that it rained like sweat during the monsoon rains. Song Qinglan and his handcuffed hands stretched out in the air to facilitate his movements. He crawled out and then pulled Song Qinglan up with difficulty.

Many passengers are already standing on the track.

Some are standing stupid, some are crying.

After the two escaped, they were shocked by the scene before them.

A phantom of a suspended train appeared on the air track.

The color of the train was the same as the one that overturned behind them, as if their train had been squeezed away because of its appearance.

The beginning and the end of this phantom cannot be seen clearly. It was the state of the train running at high speed, but at this time it was as if the pause button had been pressed, without any sound.

Song Qinglan picked up an item scattered on the ground and threw it at the phantom.

The item was bounced away.

This phantom is actually physical.

During the rainy season, the clothes were hung with a hole. After the scene just now, it looked a little embarrassed: “It’s overlapping…”

His brain thinks quickly, and then his eyes wink: “Team Song, the two realities have overlapped-we must have encountered something crucial!”

Song Qinglan looked at her mobile phone: “Old Duan found Minister Wang.”

The voice just fell.

The surrounding suddenly became quiet.

They turned their heads and looked, and saw all the surviving passengers on the air track looking at them.