"This kind of thing."
"You shouldn't ask me."
Qianye put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his pants habitually and looked at Yin Fu with no expression on his face.
This issue arises.
It made him feel vaguely uneasy...
Yin Fu put down the bag he had lifted, and looked back at the busy vegetable market behind him, feeling very confused about his situation.
"Just now I……"
"I came here almost subconsciously, without thinking too much in my mind, as if I already knew this place."
He opened his mouth and murmured.
The vegetable market behind him was obviously unfamiliar, and he had never received any other information.
He doesn't know the content of this world, he only knows an identity setting.
But just now, he brought Qianye over...
Moreover, when Qianye took the wrong path at the fork in the road, he reminded her.
Yin Fu did not forget this matter.
But here's the thing.
Logically speaking, he himself didn't know this place.
The behavior of leading the way is just a subconscious memory...
"You said you did it subconsciously?"
"Is it such a coincidence that I just found it?"
Qianye did not ignore this detail. During the period when they were completely confused about the world, this was the second strange thing they encountered besides the disappearance of their memories.
"Yeah, how could it be such a coincidence..."
Yin Fu thought deeply.
He couldn't describe what it felt like.
It was as if this memory habit was placed in his brain and he was just doing something very easy, without feeling anything strange while doing it.
Qianye stared at Yin Fu's face.
Not letting go of the other person's changing expression.
Just when he wanted to say something more, Yin Fu's cell phone rang.
That is the mobile phone that belongs to Yin Fu's "father" status in this old era.
It appeared on Yin Fu when he came to this world...
Pick up your phone.
The word "Mom" was written on the low-resolution screen.
Yin Fu raised his head and glanced at Qianye, then picked up his cell phone and answered the call.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
he asked into the phone's mouthpiece.
"Why did it take you so long to buy salt? Did you crawl there?"
"The noodles are almost cooked!"
On the other end of the phone.
It was my mother's voice with a hint of anger.
Yin Fu held the phone and replied with a fake smile: "No, no... we bought it and will be back right away."
After Yin Fu finished speaking, his mother hung up the phone.
There was only a "beep" sound left in the receiver...
"Mom started urging me."
Yin Fu said to Qianye.
"Yeah, it's loud, I can hear it."
"Let's go back first and chat while walking..."
…
Wait until you get back downstairs.
It took about four minutes.
We didn't come up with any explanation on the way, so we could only use some guesses to reason.
For example, in this story.
In addition to the superficial inheritance of identity, there will also be the subconscious inheritance of the identity itself...
However, this speculation was quickly overturned.
Because Qianye didn't feel that he had any subconscious inheritance. After all, if this was really the case, then the three of them should be affected.
Yin Fu is not the only one in this situation.
There are also speculations...
They felt that the vegetable market was not far from home, so they found it by chance.
There is no such thing as knowing or not knowing.
certainly,
This one is even less believable than the last one.
You can pass directly.
After all, Yin Fu not only reminded Guo Qianye of taking the wrong road at the intersection.
After Qianye asked "How did you know the vegetable market is here?", he subconsciously said that he comes here often...
the last one.
It was Qianye's own guess.
He guessed that maybe Yin Fu would follow the same story as the two stories.
He was also replaced by a ghost for some reason. The person standing in front of him was not Yin Fu at all, but the monster that belonged to this story!
That’s why I know the location of the vegetable market.
The reaction just now was also exposed because I was pretending to be a "teammate"...
There is not much problem with this guess.
From a certain perspective, there is not much logical contradiction.
But Qianye thinks.
If he is the "author" of this fictional world.
Then he would not use a bad street routine over and over again in his own story.
The intended use of routines.
The first time it was a novelty, the second time it was a habit.
If this happened again, it would be a bit too disgusting...
He felt that the "author" would not repeat the routines of those two stories like this.
So until the end.
I haven't figured this out yet.
I can only bury it in my heart and keep it in mind. When I find something wrong again, I may be able to get the answer...
Boom!
Yin Fu and Qian Ye stood in front of their home and knocked on the door in front of them.
When her mother opened the door, it was obvious that she was not happy.
She just took the salt from Yin Fu's hand and turned around and entered the kitchen.
Look like that.
They should be complaining about the fact that they, "father and son", had been away for so long to buy a piece of salt.
The two didn't say much.
I just naturally found slippers from the shoe cabinet and planned to go into the house first.
At this time, Tang Ying was still sitting on the sofa chatting with Xixi.
if it is possible.
They plan to find an opportunity soon to discuss the problem they just discovered with Tang Ying, and see if she has encountered this kind of thing before, or if she has any ideas...
But Qianye's body was not sitting on the sofa yet.
Mother's voice came again.
She took out a potato scraper from the kitchen and handed it to several people: "I borrowed this scraper from Xiao Li's house upstairs the day before yesterday. Can any of you help me bring it up and return it?"
"Xiao Li?"
"Well, you live in the house above us. Take this and return it quickly, so as not to forget it later."
Mom said, put the spatula on the stove table, and then returned to the kitchen to continue cooking breakfast for several people.
The three people beside the fire looked at each other.
They all saw their own confusion...
Residents upstairs.
Didn’t he commit suicide by jumping off the building last night?
At that time, my mother went downstairs to take a look...
Yesterday when Tang Ying and Xixi were chatting.
Mentioned this.
Qianye and the others learned from Xixi that only Xiao Li lived upstairs without any relatives or friends.
Are you going to return the scraper now?
Return it to the dead? !
wrong,
Think of this.
Qian Ye and Yin Fu's expressions became strange.
After they went out today, they felt something strange that was indescribable, but they couldn't describe it specifically for a while.
It wasn't until now that the two of them thought about it.
yes……
Didn't someone commit suicide by jumping off a building last night?
Logically speaking, there should be police officers visiting other residents today to inquire, or there might be a cordon or something like that at the area where the building fell.
No matter what.
Based on the topicality of the general community.
When they went out today, they should hear someone talking about this matter.
With something like this happening, it makes no sense for this community to act as if nothing happened after one night.
Something's wrong...
The death of the resident upstairs.
It came out of Qianye's mind.
They remembered that the person who jumped from the building died. His chest was completely hollowed out at that time, and it was impossible for him to still be alive.
What their mother had just asked them to do was to return the scraper to the house of the resident who jumped to his death.
Someone who is obviously dead.
Now go return the scraper...
Qianye silently opened the panel of his novel and pulled the content forward.
He planned to read the story of last night's jumping incident recorded in the text of the novel.
Just inexplicable.
After several searches, Qianye did not find any content about last night's jumping incident in the novel.
He found out about that.
It seems to have been deleted from the novel panel...
even.
From there during dinner.
All the content behind has disappeared...
After the dividing line.
I wrote directly to today’s story.
