Mist

"What happened to you just now?" Song Qinglan asked.

"I don't know." When the monsoon rains, he took his eyes back and his heart was pounding. He didn't understand why he would follow those people subconsciously just now.

If it were not for Song Qinglan, he would probably not get on this train.

The two sat down on their seats, and the train drove them forward, throwing away the strange scene at the station very far.

Song Qinglan bought tickets in a hurry, leaving only tickets for ordinary carriages, with almost no vacancies.

People were chatting and talking, each with their luggages. No one seemed to notice the two startled young men. Sometimes people looked at them because of their overly eye-catching appearance.

From the neighbors standing at the door of the house during the monsoon rain in the early morning, to the Ji Minyue that appeared in the morning, to the human wall formed at the station just now, it seemed that a certain part of the world was touched by them overnight, and, extremely Probably the most critical part.

In the monsoon rain, he felt uncomfortable sight again. He turned his head to look and saw a male passenger wearing glasses staring at him on the front left seat.

He looked at each other for a few seconds, but the other party didn't have any intention to look away.

In the hustle and bustle, this can't help making the mood that hasn't been relaxed during the monsoon rains again.

There are even in the car.

He began to remember where he had seen the male passenger, but he couldn't remember how to remember the other person's face in his memory, it was blank.

Song Qinglan whispered: "Don't think about it, he should be looking at me."

Looking back during the monsoon rains, there was a daze on her face. It is not difficult to see a trace of panic in her eyes-since meeting Ji Minyue, Song Qinglan found that something was wrong during the monsoon rain, and her mental state was not very good.

This kind of abnormality, not to mention the monsoon rains, even as determined as Song Qinglan, has doubts about the reality he is in.

I thought that both of them had found key clues from Minister Wang, but they encountered such a situation. It clearly showed them that this is not just a parallel world or overlapping memories.

During the monsoon rains, fingers gripped the seat armrests, unconsciously exerting force until the knuckles turned white, and then released Song Qinglan's words: "Look at you?"

Song Qinglan sits on the right during the monsoon rains. He is too tall and too specific.

He adjusted his sitting posture and lowered down so that the back of the chair in front of him blocked the person's sight. Sure enough, the other person immediately turned around and started his own thing as if nothing had happened.

"I'm thinking, these people who see us must have something to do with us. It's not you or me. This is the city where you live, so there are more people facing you." Song Qinglan said, "Where may this person be? Seen with me, but I can't remember."

Song Qinglan didn't seem to be affected much, and the tone of her speech was the same as before.

Song Qinglan did the same when they were trapped in Runjin Building by zombies and in the space capsule by cracks. It seems that he will never compromise on the difficulties, let alone shake his determination to break through the difficulties.

As everyone knows, Song Qinglan just doesn't want to make people around him feel more at a loss.

He stretched out his arm: "You pinch me."

Strange in the rainy season: "Why?"

Song Qinglan said: "Pinch me, let me see if it hurts. If it hurts, it's not a dream."

During the rainy season, he told him: "Team Song, in fact, there is no scientific basis at all—"

Song Qinglan raised her eyebrows, twisted herself unceremoniously, and let out a muffled hum: "Fuck."

Maybe he felt naive, even he himself was speechless, and said sternly: "It really hurts. Okay, you don't care whether it has a scientific basis, anyway, we are not dreaming now, just believe me anyway."

The flight attendant robot pushed the service car past.

Song Qinglan ordered a glass of warm water for both of them.

It makes sense to drink more hot water.

The monsoon season eased a lot, and IQ began to go online: "Since we came back, this is the first time I have encountered such a situation, how about you?"

Song Qinglan said: "It's also the first time I met."

During the rainy season, he frowned and thought for a while: "You said that the neighbor’s wife stood at my door in the early morning, but when we came back, she met her and everything was normal. Also, my brother also met with me yesterday. There is nothing unusual. Why on earth—" He stopped abruptly, looking at Song Qinglan with black and white eyes, "Team Song, I seem to know."

Song Qinglan might have guessed what he was going to say, but did not interrupt him.

Somehow, he looked forward to brainstorming during the monsoon rains. During the calm and rational analysis of the monsoon rains, he could often grasp the crux of the problem at a glance.

"It should be related to Minister Wang." Ji Yushi said, "I was the only one who had memory of this incident, and it won't affect this reality. But you found her information, and then you found another one. The memory of reality."

Song Qinglan listened quietly.

When the rainy season continued: "Last night we discussed going to Minister Wang, because we got her specific position-if Minister Wang also has double memories, then she is a common variable for us, for us, It is proof that the two realities coexist. The closer we get to her, the closer we are to the most contradictory point in the two realities."

Song Qinglan asked: "That's when we decided to find Minister Wang, that caused these...reactions?"

Song Qinglan didn't know how to describe this weird reaction, but it was enough to understand what he meant during the rainy season.

The car was very air-conditioned, and it was a bit cold during the monsoon rains. He held the cup in his hand and drew a little warmth: "Yes."

Song Qinglan frowned: "Why is there such a reaction?"

During the rainy season, he said: "I don't know yet, but I vaguely have an idea. Do you know the double-slit experiment?"

Song Qinglan nodded: "I've heard of it."

"In the double slit experiment, a single electron passing through a partition with two slits will show multiple interference fringes on the screen, just like a single electron can pass through two slits at the same time. Some people think this phenomenon is a multi-world phenomenon. The proof of the theory. Assuming that a single electron passes through the gap on the left, and in another world, the electron passes through the gap on the right. The two worlds can feel the projection of each other, and the electrons pass through the double slit at the same time. With self-interference, multiple interference fringes are formed." Jiyu said, "This is a conjecture about parallel worlds."

Since the time-travel technology was mastered, the theory of parallel worlds has been confirmed, so this issue has only been briefly discussed during the monsoon, and it has entered the focus.

"What I want to say is the most weird point in the double slit experiment. In order to figure out how the multiple interference fringes generated after electrons pass through the double slits, people use equipment to observe the process of electrons passing through the slits. But when this When the experiment was observed by people with equipment, the multiple interference fringes that appeared on the screen disappeared. After the electrons passed through the two gaps, only two parallel fringes were left on the screen. The strange thing is that when the equipment is turned off, The original multiple interference fringes reappear, just like the electron has thoughts and knows whether people are observing it, it can change its state of motion by whether it is observed or not. In other words, the observation behavior of humans actually affects it. The movement of electrons changed the results of the experiment."

Such a long theoretical knowledge needs to be digested.

Song Qinglan thought for a while and said, "So, you want to say that our current situation is related to whether we ‘observe’ the world?"

"I'm just a preliminary guess. Using the double-slit experiment to make an analogy is not necessarily the principle." When the monsoon rains, he lowers his head and drinks water, and his eyelashes are long and dense. This kind of'observation'. Just like electrons are being observed, this behavior affects the operation of this reality, causing them to intervene in themselves."

"I seem to understand a little bit." Song Qinglan dare not say that he understands very well. He will never understand how much knowledge is in his mind during the monsoon rain. "Those who are connected with us in this reality may They will all be affected by this interference, so when they see us and find that we are'observing', they will in turn interfere with us under the influence of a certain force."

This may be why they suddenly encounter anomalies.

Now they have just decided to go to Minister Wang and encountered this situation. It is just the beginning. What if they continue to see Minister Wang and thoroughly understand the contradictions in the world?

Neither of them spoke for a long time.

The world they live in, even if it is a parallel world created by the butterfly effect, these people are real human beings, not zombies without thoughts and souls. As they get closer and closer to Minister Wang, those interferences will definitely intensify. What should they do when the time comes?

The phone rang during the rainy season.

He looked down, and the actual name on the screen was: "Teacher".

After Ji Min appeared in the morning, he kept saying "Old Ji called you home". What will happen to this call?

Song Qinglan didn't spy on other people's privacy, just asked: "Would you like to pick up?"

He hesitated during the rainy season, put down the cup, pressed the answer and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey."

The expected mechanical dullness did not appear, and Professor Ji's tone was as amiable as it was at dinner last night.

During the rainy season, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher."

Professor Ji did not mention calling him home, nor did he mention Ji Minyue, but told him over the phone: "The thing I told you last night, it turned out to be down. Your task rating is S. class."

So fast?

It's incredible during the rainy season.

Has their task report been submitted before the rating results come down?

Song Qinglan next to him noticed that his breathing was stagnant, and asked him what was going on with her eyes.

During the rainy season, Professor Ji continued to say on the phone: "An S-level task score is superimposed, and you don’t even need to accumulate the remaining points. They will give you a physical fitness test this afternoon. If you had the last task If you recover well from the sequelae, you can go back to that day tomorrow."

During the rainy season: "Today... afternoon?"

Professor Ji's phone was taken by another person, and his smiling voice was very familiar. It was Director Lin of the Ningcheng branch.

"Xiao Ji, congratulations." Minister Lin said, "How about it? I suggest you go to the Jiangcheng branch to assist. That's right. You have completed the points requirements and passed the psychological test. You have proved yourself with your strength. I am superior. The department submitted an application and they have approved it. You have waited for more than ten years on this day, and finally came! I will be waiting for you in the department this afternoon!"

During the rainy season: "..."

After hanging up the phone during the rainy season, I was a little lost.

Song Qinglan asked: "What's wrong?"

During the rainy season, he turned his head to look at him, as if slowly recovering, and shook his head: "It's okay."

Song Qinglan curiously asked, "Why would your teacher call you?"

During the rainy season: "A little schoolwork."

Outside the suspended train, the sky is blue and picturesque.

At a high speed of more than 500 kilometers per hour, the outside reference object formed a blurry line that retreated quickly.

The car windows reflect the right facial contours during the monsoon rains, long necks, and beautiful, cold eyes.

He seemed to be looking outside, and he didn't seem to be.

After a while, he turned around and said to Song Qinglan who was still thinking: "I want to go to the bathroom."

The train had already sounded an announcement, and it was about to arrive at a small station between Ningcheng and Jiangcheng. There will be many people coming and going when the car stops, and maybe you will meet some people who are related.

Song Qinglan thinks that the time is not good: "Now?"

During the rainy season, he bit his lower lip and said, "Actually, the eggs in the morning seem to have expired. I feel a little uncomfortable now."

Song Qinglan: "..."

During the rainy season, I stood up and walked to the bathroom. Before I left, he said, "But you made a delicious meal."

Song Qinglan felt a little bit shocked, but this was the first time he made it for someone other than his family.

Why didn't he find stale eggs or something?

But early in the morning, for some funny reason, he didn't feel embarrassed to knock on the door of the room during the monsoon rain to ask which ingredients could be used, so he did it without authorization.

Is it delicious?

Song Qinglan looked out the window and noticed that the corner of her mouth was curved.

It's silly.

He arranged his expression, his palm was a little hot.

One minute later, the train stopped slowly.

It hasn't come back during the rainy season.

The passengers came and went, Song Qinglan looked at his watch, and after another three minutes, it seemed that it had been a long time during the monsoon rains.

It wasn't until the start announcement sounded that Song Qinglan suddenly recalled the expression of lying during the monsoon rains. It was not the first time he saw him. Why did he just get fooled?

He stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, but there was no one inside!

The train door was closing, Song Qinglan went down and pulled the glass in a hurry, her hand was severely pinched by the door, and a harsh alarm sounded in the carriage. With the door anti-pinch mechanism turned on, Song Qinglan ignored the car's alarm and people's complaints, and quickly got out of the car, looking for a figure on the platform during the monsoon rains.

As a recorder who has repeatedly traveled back to the past to perform tasks, even if he does not rely on simulating faces to disguise himself as another person, as long as he thinks about it during the rainy season, he can minimize his sense of existence.

Song Qinglan spotted the thin figure at a glance.

—— During the monsoon rains, I am striding through the crowd and heading towards the exit.

"Let let!"

"Ran. Thank you!!!"

Song Qinglan speeded up and chased forward.

In the crowd, twos and threes paused blankly and looked at Song Qinglan.

During the monsoon rains, he walked smoothly, as if he had known that he had suspended his actions, and there was no one to obstruct him along the way.

When entering the hall, the figure from the back of the monsoon paused slightly. He knew that Song Qinglan had followed, but he did not look back.

I saw that I kept walking during the monsoon rains and continued to move forward. When I passed an empty seat, I still had time to throw an empty water bottle on the seat onto the ground.

Song Qinglan's face was as cold as frost, and she walked fast with her height.

He shoved the unfamiliar faces that kept coming, and moved forward with difficulty, already very close to the monsoon season.

Suddenly, there was a riot in front of Song Qinglan.

Someone stepped on the empty water bottle that was dropped during the monsoon rain and fell down on the spot, and then the person hit the side of a hurried passenger dragging his suitcase. The suitcase had pulleys. It slid away during the impact, got stuck in the garbage cleaning machine, and tripped the cleaner.

During the monsoon rains, it is like having long eyes behind his back. His precise calculation of the environment under his super memory made the order chaotic in a blink of an eye, and people turned their backs on their backs.

He walked very fast, walked to a corner, but was suddenly pushed against the wall.

In a posture similar to the last time in the bookstore, even the angle at which the hand is controlled is similar.

Those big hands clamped his wrists and slashed behind him. The guardian's methods showed passers-by and thought they were arresting criminals.

"Counselor Ji." Behind Song Qinglan, almost gritted her teeth, she said sharply, "What are you doing?"

Just listen to the monsoon rain without rushing, and say softly: "You let me go first, my hand hurts."

Song Qinglan: "..."

Hold.

Can you change the trick.

Song Qinglan's hand hurts. The back of his hand and palm are caught in the door of the car and become bruised and bulge. But at this time, he had no mental understanding, just want to know why he did it during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan did not let him go completely as she did during the rainy season, but just let go of her hand and held on the wall to prevent it from escaping during the rainy season: "Could you please explain what is going on? It's because you suddenly thought of why you can't. Is it because you have other ideas?"

Except for her anger, Song Qinglan didn't doubt the monsoon season until then.

This is a rare trust.

Turned around during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan's dark eyes stared at his face tightly, and she gave a thud in her heart.

Song Qinglan's expression during the monsoon rain has never seen before.

He didn't joking saying that Song Qinglan was "bidong" him, nor did he answer Song Qinglan's question, but just asked: "Song team, do you think we are in a reality, is there a difference?"

I was looking for clues together just now, discussing the double-slit experiment that I didn't understand, why suddenly I gave up?

Song Qinglan didn't understand, but his intuition was related to the phone call received during the monsoon rain: "Of course there is a difference!"

During the rainy season, he raised his eyes and stared at Song Qinglan: "If you can get everything you can think of in this reality, why bother to go to other reality?"

The two were very close, so close that Song Qinglan could see the color of her pupils during the monsoon rains.

During the monsoon rains, he looked at him coldly and calmly, and said to him: "Since there is only one ‘I’ in every reality, then it doesn’t matter who the ‘I’ is."

For a moment, Song Qinglan felt that he made a lot of sense.

But he quickly reacted and did not follow the monsoon season's thinking: "You are serious idealism. Which reality are we in? Of course it is very important to us, not what we think is enough. .Because in our original reality, there are still many people who care about us and love us. Losing us will only make them sad and sad. We have to return to the world that truly belongs to us, because that is our true life."

During the rainy season, he said: "I don't have such a reality."