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The voice sounded like it was still in the entrance, but Wang He didn't dare to take it lightly, and took a pillow in front of him, knowing that it was useless to take courage, and asked in shock, "What are you?!"

"Why are you so rude?" The voice came from the coffee table a few steps away from Wang He, not far or near, a safe distance he could accept.

"It was you who pretended to be a ghost to scare me first!"

The voice asked suspiciously, "What gods and ghosts? I'm just a voice."

Wang He was too flustered just now to take care of his injured hand. At this moment, his right hand began to ache, disturbing the calmness he was trying to maintain.This unthinkable dialogue gave him a headache, he bit his lower lip and asked awkwardly, "What do you mean?"

The voice fell silent for a moment, probably thinking, "I don't know either."

"From the moment I became conscious, I saw you being pointed at with a knife in the car. I have no memory before that, and I don't know who my original owner was, let alone whether I am an independent individual. "

Wang He couldn't help thinking of the phenomenon of Yinsui, and his hair stood on end again: "Then why don't you go to the original owner and why are you following me?"

"Seeing you crying very sad last night, I was a little worried, afraid that you would do stupid things in the future, so I followed you just in case."

"...I seem to be someone who is short-sighted?" Wang He was at a loss for words for a moment, but felt strangely amused.It was the first time for him to be worried by someone, no, by a voice who made such a big fuss.

"Who can tell?"

The voice suddenly became low, and the tone was a little sad, as if there was some sad past.But Wang He didn't appreciate it. The voice just said that he had no memory before meeting him. I really don't know what is so sad about its voice.

The voice didn't say any more, it was completely silent, as quiet as if it had already left this space.There were more and more questions in Wang He's mind, eager to get answers. He hesitated for a while, and after a while, he made up his mind and patted the empty seat on the sofa beside him, motioning for the voice to "sit" over.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The voice seemed to be teleporting, and immediately shifted to Wang He's side. Although Wang He had made enough mental preparations, he was still frightened: "Can you stop being so elusive!"

"You are so timid." The voice complained, while trying to satisfy the frightened Wang He.Wang He heard it going away at a constant speed, and then approaching at a constant speed, and even circled around him twice, "Surround sound!"

Wang He raised his forehead, the voice sounded like that of an adult man, why did he behave like a child?Wang He hugged the pillow in his arms tightly, and said seriously to the empty seat beside him: "Okay, stop making trouble, I'll ask you a few questions seriously."

"Ask." The voice calmed down obediently, and replied not far from Wang He.

"Do you know anything else?"

"As I said just now, I have consciousness and memory since you were pointed at by a knife."

"Then you said that you are just a voice and have no brain...I'm sorry, it's not that you have no brain, but that you don't have the organ of the brain. How do you process the received information?"

The voice thought for a moment, and confessed that he didn't know clearly, "Not only do I have no brain, I don't even have eyes, ears, and skin, but I have independent thinking. I can see ceramic fragments, hear your 'dying' words, and feel this room. The cold here is so amazing. Do you want to write a paper on me as a research object? It will definitely cause a sensation in the world!"

The voice began to circle around Wang He again, vividly describing the future of Wang He after his research became famous, and Wang He swiped at his ear a few times with goosebumps all over his body like chasing flies, "Then I will only be dragged into a madhouse. "

The voice laughs and stops playing the surround sound.

After a while, a voice came from above Wang He's head, as if overlooking the chaos of the house in mid-air, "It's time for you to clean up the house, although I can't help you, but I can order you a lunch takeaway, you What do you think?"

"Do you have a name?" Wang He asked it suddenly.

The voice said, "I don't remember. Do you want to get me one?"

Naming means bondage, and Wang He refused without hesitation.

Three beeps

"Good morning, Wang He."

"...Morning." Wang He responded to the general direction of the voice, always feeling weird.He has moved out to live by himself since his freshman year, and it has been a long time since he said good morning to others, let alone with the same invisible voice.

Humming a tune, he came to Wang He's side, and asked him, "Do you cook your own breakfast or go out to eat? I think the kitchen looks very clean. It's takeaway. You can't always eat takeaway, right?" Poor health!"

While brushing his teeth, Wang He endured the circular chatter from the left ear canal to the right ear canal, one head and two big.Since the voice was his savior, Wang He couldn't get angry with it, so he could only murmur a few perfunctory "hmm" before picking up his schoolbag and going out to look for food.

Wang He usually had his breakfast at an early shop at the back door of the school. He got up late today, and the tables in the shop were already full of students. He could only stand outside the shop with a few other people who also came to eat, waiting for a vacant seat.

The voice is like a newborn child. It has maintained a high degree of curiosity about the outside world since it went out. It shuttles unscrupulously in the crowded and noisy streets, flashing back to Wang He's ears from time to time, telling some " event".

"I just saw a little guy on the street sending his girlfriend downstairs to the company. After saying goodbye, he immediately called another girl to ask if she was at the date place! Sure enough, men are big pigs, um. "

Wang He's eyelids twitched, and because there were other people beside him who couldn't speak, he resisted the urge to refute his voice.

Seeing that Wang He didn't respond, the voice whispered in his ear again: "Are you listening?"

After experiencing too many things yesterday, Wang He was extremely exhausted and frightened by the voice. It was only just now that he realized that his voice was very pleasant, especially when he laughed softly. of.

"I'm listening." Wang He rubbed his ears exposed to the cold air, which felt cool.

"There are men who cheat like this in my company. That day, the boss and Xiaosan came to the company together and made a big fuss."

The voice talked for a while about how tragic the scene was, and suddenly recalled: "My company?"

Wang He was surprised and delighted, and forgot to lower his voice, "You remember? What's the name of your company?"

"Hush." ​​The voice stopped Wang He's questioning, and Wang He realized that there were several eyes looking at him suspiciously from behind. He touched the back of his neck in embarrassment and lowered his head, pretending to cough twice to cover up.

The voice whispered next to Wang He's ear, "It's not convenient for you to chat with me outside, why not."

In the next second, Wang He's cell phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and saw that there was only a joking green connect button on the screen, and there was no caller number display and a red button to cut off the call.As soon as Wang He connected, he heard the voice in the microphone say happily, "I found out when I called you to order takeaway yesterday. I was shocked."

Wang He clasped his fists to the voice in his heart as a sign of admiration.This way of speaking not only avoids the weirdness of their conversations in the air, but also weakens Wang He's perception that it is just a voice.It is much better to fantasize about the voice as a good-sounding friend whose appearance is not yet known, rather than talking to one side of the air like a fool.

"What do you remember?" Wang He couldn't wait to ask into the microphone. The sooner his voice recalled his identity, the sooner he could leave him. This is a good thing for both parties.

"There's no valuable information, it's just fragmentary pictures. I'm not sure when these things happened." The voice replied through the earpiece, which sounded more low-pitched and magnetic than normal conversations.

Wang He was a little disappointed, but his voice comforted him with a smile, and put on a teasing tone: "Do you seem to care about me?"

Wang He was embarrassed to say that his concern was mixed with "bad intentions", but his voice was blunt, and he immediately exposed him: "I know you are still not used to my existence, as long as I remember who I am, I will Leave immediately, and will never disturb your life too much."

Wang He was embarrassed. At this moment, there were two tables of people who were about to leave after eating. He hurriedly said "hang up first" into the microphone, and it was not until the phone was away from his ear that he realized that he was not talking on the phone.

Wang He was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately, his voice was understanding, and he didn't intend to continue to embarrass him. He just stopped in Wang He's ear and whispered the menu to him: "What do you eat? Small steamed buns, big steamed buns, purple potato steamed buns, brown sugar steamed buns, Red bean paste buns, quicksand buns, custard buns, and wonton noodles, all look delicious!"

"...I only order red bean paste buns."

Wang He found a seat and sat down. The proprietress recognized him, wiped the table and asked with a smile, "It's late today, it's still the same, right?"

"Yes. Thank you, Aunt Shen."

Aunt Shen packed the small wontons she had packed for other customers, and when she turned to get a new take-away lunch box, she suddenly saw Wang He holding up her mobile phone through the misty steam in the steamer, chatting with someone, with a slight smile on her face meaning.

In the past, Wang He just sat on the seat while waiting for the meal, which was completely different from the student diners who were chatting in groups of threes or two or lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones, so Aunt Shen had a better impression of him.But she couldn't figure it out, that a young man with such a good appearance actually had some loneliness that was not suitable for young people.

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