As he said, Zhang Lan's identity is definitely extraordinary. Including his parents. They just fell into a deep sleep, and the so-called "ghost" itself was something they couldn't detect. How could he say with such certainty that the ghost had disappeared.
They may have some knowledge about Zhang Lan... He is right.
Chen Qing sighed. Everything around him seemed to be real to him. He shook his head and muttered: "I am obviously a very ordinary person..."
He once said he had seen him, but he was clearly not in his memory.
Who am I...
He recalled his past, he felt the reality coming back from his limbs, he smiled bitterly, his past was vivid before his eyes.
Fifteen years ago, my parents and I went to the south for vacation, but we were hit by a thunderstorm during the trip and the flight crashed.
Although the two of them were fine and Chen Qing was in good health, the impact of the thunderstorm and the crash was not so easy to eliminate.
Since then, the two of them have been going to the hospital every three days, and the operation started from the beginning of the year to the end.
In June of the following year, his father passed away, leaving behind three properties and a mother and son.
In December of the same year, her mother passed away, leaving her family property and depositing it in a foundation for special care.
In February of the following year, Chen Qing seemed to be affected by the thunderstorm that year. His physical functions increased significantly, and his thinking logic skyrocketed. At this time, he could already understand most advanced mathematics content and became proficient in a subject within a month. language.
But as time passed, Chen Qing began to have doubts about this situation.
His reception of "knowledge" is not like a "learning" process, it is not like going from 0 to 1, but is similar to review.
He doesn't need to understand these contents at all, because he is already familiar with them.
The moment he solved the answer using the physics formula he first glanced at for the seventeenth time, he shut his mouth.
"Sorry, I don't know this question."
That's what he said that day, including all subsequent inquiries.
"Maybe that's my talent."
In private, he also said this to himself.
But is this really a talent?
He looked at the son who was born to his aunt and uncle under the same roof, and frowned at how quickly he accepted things.
He looked at the room full of curly hair, and looked at his parents and his slightly forward bodies in the photo.
He looked at their ancestral double eyelids and wondered who they were.
He thought for a long time, and between the DNA test and leaving alone, he chose the second option.
In February of the following year, he completed most of the practical physical chemistry courses, which also made him have more doubts about his identity.
He researched information about his parents and returned to their graves.
They were once talented students at prestigious universities and developed the habit of being busy since childhood.
But it was such a person who suddenly took his whole family to the south one day.
He didn't think it was a common thing.
That night, the coffin he opened was empty. Maybe a mouse had made a hole in it, because it said so on the bottom of the coffin.
But he didn't observe the hole.
In March of the same year, he investigated his father's surgery report in the hospital.
Obviously many surgeries can be completed within a period of time, but they were split into more than half a year.
He thought for a long time and finally suppressed the doubts in his heart.
Yes, because the world actually doesn't have that many puzzles, and there aren't that many people who want to harm themselves.
In the first half of his life, he thought so.
"But it's different now... There are so many bad people now... There are so many shadows, and they are all waiting to take a bite out of me."
He sighed and spread out the envelope in his hand.
"Northwest Road Street, the first floor of No. 48, it opens at two o'clock in the middle of the night. You can enter after knocking on the landscape tree three times on the street."
On the first line, he noted the address of what he called a "nightclub."
"Accepted the mission on September 7, 1960, to find proof of Elden's soul. The mission has been completed.
After entering, look for the third bartender from right to left and submit the task props to him.
The employer's remuneration is already included. "
Then comes the third line: "Kill the target: The investigator is famous. After killing him, you can get B-1930 from the brain.
He is me, and he is my other self created by the containment object.
But he is different from me. He is a real me, and he is also different from them...
He had to die, otherwise everything would be destroyed by him.
The effects of the contained object he holds: copy, quick recovery, fixed-point teleportation, mind reading. "
He looked at the information in the letter and shook his head. The information from decades ago may have been more than doubled now.
And he continued to look down, and the fourth line was the person he wanted to protect.
"I have a niece... maybe a niece. There is a very special birthmark on the back of her neck, which is in the shape of a triangle. If she is dead, protect her descendants for three years and bring her into contact with two extraordinary events. That’s it.
If it's convenient... I hope you can take her with you when you take on some simple nightclub tasks. "
He sighed, and the rest was useless information, such as the distribution of investigator levels in the nightclub and the division of some forces.
With this information, at least when he submitted the task, he would not have a black eye and then die in the nightclub...
He sighed and turned on the phone that had been charged for a long time by the bedside. It was already dusk, and although he was hungry, he really couldn't afford to go out to eat.
Just as he was hesitating, there was a sound from the door lock of the rental house.
The sound was not like picking a lock, but the sound of a key being inserted and turned.
"Chen Qing?"
Her voice came from outside the door, and Chen Qing, who stood up slightly, lay down again with confidence.
"Where did you get my house key?"
He frowned and looked at Jiang Wan, who was walking towards him.
"I got it from the landlord. When she saw that I was wearing my uniform, she didn't even ask me why I wanted the key."
With food in her mouth, she put the fast food in her hand on the table.
"Fuck...this aunt..." He pinched his eyebrows, feeling a little sore.
"Aren't you hungry?" She smiled and changed the subject: "I'm very hungry. I just came back to see you after typing the report. Eat quickly!"
After hearing this, he looked at the food on the table. Seeing that Jiang Wan was already eating by herself, he took the box of lunch to the kitchen and transferred the rice to his own bowl.
"Why are you still mysophobic? You put it in your own bowl."
Chen Qing smiled strangely and explained: "Isn't this because I am afraid that you will poison me? Let's test the poison first."
Although he said this, he also sat down at the table and started eating.
After half the dinner, Jiang Wan wiped her mouth clean and then asked Chen Qing with some curiosity.
"What happened to you in the back room? Why did you wait so long for me to leave?"
After hearing the question, he asked Chen Qing: "What was it like when you left?"
She frowned, but she answered the other party's question first: "I saw a road, walked forward for more than ten meters and returned to the school.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing on the path in the back mountain of No. 4 Middle School. "
He nodded and began to answer the other party's questions: "The way you left was wrong."
"Wrong... wrong?!" Her eyes widened, a little frightened.
"Yes, but it's not a big problem. The rules in the back room are not that strict... In fact, the wrong password will just kick you out in advance, and the correct password will enter the next round. That's why it takes so long."
Jiang Wan hesitated for a moment, looking a little annoyed: "Why is it wrong?"
“Because that’s the world in the mirror, everything is divided by two.
So you also have to multiply the number of pillars by two. "
Jiang Wan was stunned: "But in front!"
“So there was a half-formed entity attacking us in front.
Because they are divided by two.
In the final level they are one unit, so you don't feel they exist. "
Her face paled a bit as she listened. She clearly remembered that when she looked up at the sky, she and Chen Qing were the only two people in the sky.
"Yes, those two of us." He laughed and continued: "But there is nothing to talk about later. Someone created this back room in an attempt to pass on information. The information is also with me, because it was used It is not a back room created by relics, so there is actually no shrine.
It was over after I beat the level. "
She looked a little pale, but she was intrigued by Chen Qing's words: "Information? What information."
He shook his head and answered Jiang Wan: "It's just a few words from a dying person.
He gave me an address and we could go check it out tomorrow night. "
"At night?" She frowned, obviously a little surprised.
"It's broad daylight, do you think it matches our status?" Chen Qing gave her a blank look: "It's pretty good that we don't have gossip on our heads and step on the breeze with our feet. What else do you want? Please respect the industry we are exposed to. You .”
She twisted her mouth, but she couldn't refute the question. Being a thief...
He's not a thief, right? The less people see people who do this kind of thing, the more comfortable they are.
Traveling at night is considered normal.
"But why tomorrow?" She tilted her head, a little confused.
But when Chen Qing heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes at her: "Sister, you are wearing a uniform, don't scare everyone away later.
Furthermore……"
He hesitated for a moment and replied to Jiang Wan: "I'm sleepy."
"You fart."
"I'm so sleepy."
"You're so sleepy, I'll keep you awake! Personally beautiful bodyguard, reward yourself and I can pretend you didn't see it."
"Tsk."
He hesitated for a while, but then he actually lay down on the bed and started to rest.
But who is he? He is Chen Qing.
Is he the kind of person who can be controlled by little girls?
At midnight, six hours after he had slept, Chen Qing opened his eyes and looked at the room illuminated by the moonlight.
"Tsk. This person won't help clear the table after dinner."
