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Lin Qingqian was sitting in front of the office writing documents, and outside the window were the endless stream of crowds in Shanghai.

She signed mechanically, then put the document on the left side of the table, and took another document from the right side, without even looking at the title, she turned to the last page and signed her name.

The assistant knocked on the door: "Boss Lin, someone wants to see you."

"Please come in." Lin Qingqian didn't lift his head.

The footsteps slowly moved away, and then slowly approached, and the two pairs of shoes stopped in front of her eyes.

One pair of normal black sneakers, and the other pair of damaged, red baby shoes with black spots.

Lin Qingqian's heart stopped beating suddenly, feeling that the red color was a bit dazzling, she turned her head to avoid it, and continued to instruct, "What's the matter?"

Not a single sound.

She suddenly felt wrong.

Too quiet.

There is no sound of car engines, noisy human voices, birds and insects.

A trace of chill crawled up from the soles of her feet, and she suddenly raised her head.

Wen Guixiao held a still bloody baby and grinned.

The dimple was full of curses and malice.

"President Xiao Lin, long time no see."

Lin Qingqian hurriedly lowered her head, and found that there were words on the document that she hadn't read clearly.

The four big characters in blood red, "Famous and Unknown".

Red is slowly flowing, like blood, dripping on her hand, dripping on her black and white signature.

She hurriedly wiped it off, but she wiped more and more until the whole palm was stained red.

She suddenly felt that something was approaching, and when she raised her head again, a bloody face was stuck in front of her eyes, the flesh on the face fell off piece by piece, revealing the grinning white bones inside.

"I curse you!"

"what!!!"

She woke up suddenly, and found herself sitting behind the desk, the documents in front of her were pressed out.

Outside the window is the busy traffic of the Shanghai stock market.

"It's a dream." Lin Qingqian took a breath, wanting to drink some water.

The assistant knocked on the door as if in a dream before: "Boss Lin, someone wants to see you."

Lin Qingqian was more vigilant this time: "Who?"

The assistant was taken aback, "It's Miss Yue."

She breathed a sigh of relief, tugged on her tie, "ask her to come in."

Song Qingyue walked in with heavy steps, with a pale wry smile on his face.

She stared into Lin Qingqian's eyes and said softly:

"Lin Qingqian, I can't forget to laugh at my sister, I can't figure it out."

"let's break up."

Lin Qingqian's lips trembled for a while, she stared at Song Qingyue in front of her, slowly approached her, and grabbed her collar tightly.

"Get out of her body!"

The scene arranged according to the Shanghai stock office suddenly shattered like a mirror. Lin Qingqian saw another self laughing wantonly, and slowly opened her tightly held hand.

"Please sit down." The other self straightened her wrinkled collar and asked her to sit down gracefully.

Lin Qingqian just stared at her, pursed her lips, and clenched her fists, as if she would punch her at any moment.

"It's not my fault." She was extremely wronged, "Your own dream, your own world, I was afraid that you would not wake up, so I added a lot of details for you."

For example, the office in the Shanghai stock market, such as the dead silence.

Lin Qingqian finally sat down slowly, still staring at her, "Why would I have such a dream?"

"This is the depths of your subconscious mind. The two dreams just now are the things you are most afraid of. Tsk tsk tsk, your guilt, I didn't expect you to have such a luxury as a conscience," she looked at Lin with her chin in her hand. Qing Qian, "I didn't expect that we would see each other again, after all, normal people can only come when they are dying."

"I remember, you said it last time." Lin Qing let out a foul breath, "What the hell are you, and me? What's wrong with me?"

She tapped her fingers on the table and said lazily, "I don't know what I am either."

"As for you?" She shook her head, "You think you're abnormal, don't you?"

"Yes," Lin Qingqian narrowed her eyes, "my personality is not like this."

Violent, manic, nothing like her.

When she came here, she finally felt that the irritability that had been affecting her had disappeared.

"How do you know what your personality is like?" She complained nonchalantly, seeming to be hinting at something, and then explained, "You guessed right, it's the things in this body that are affecting you."

"I think you have a pretty good personality and are not irritable at all." Lin Qingqian looked her up and down for a while, and a chill slowly crept into her heart, which was more terrifying than the nightmare just now.

so similar.

She was really, really like herself.

The first time I saw her, Lin Qingqian was only intimidated by her appearance, but her personality was completely like two people; the second time I saw her, she had changed a lot, but there was still a gap between her and herself.

But this time, although they haven't discussed it in depth yet, Lin Qingqian feels that the person in front of her is herself.

Lin Qingqian approached her suddenly, scrutinized the eyebrows and eyes that were exactly the same as her own, and muttered to herself: "Are you the original owner?"

"Stupid me," she reached out and rubbed Lin Qingqian's hair, then pushed away disgustedly, "I've said it once, yes and no."

"If your definition of the original owner is the stupid female supporting role in that stupid book you read." She suddenly remembered something, and hastily added.

"But you said you don't know what you are?" Lin Qingqian asked.

"I really don't know," she sighed, "I have all your memories, but I can't tell when I appeared."

She pointed to the vast expanse of white surroundings, "Here, look, only the dying can come here, but I have been wandering here like a ghost, only you can come and talk to me occasionally."

"Wait! You said, you have all my memories?" Lin Qingqian was suddenly vigilant, and stretched out her hand in front of her, with her middle finger and ring finger folded, bent, and trembling. "Have this one too?"

She was stunned for a while, then she jumped on the table and kicked Lin Qingqian angrily, "It's too much! Don't provoke me, a single dog!"

"Then what do you mean you have all my memories?" Lin Qingqian skillfully crouched with her head in her arms.

She just squatted on the table, her eyes were a little confused, "When I first appeared, I didn't know anything, but two voices in my head were shouting something I couldn't understand."

"I only know that you didn't take over the memories before this body. To me, they are like movie fragments that can be played, and I can even pull the progress bar at will."

"As for what happened to you, I can only see a little bit of context when your mood fluctuates greatly, or when you are dying."

Lin Qing pondered, "So you reminded me when we met for the first time?"

"Yeah, at that time I couldn't bear to look at you, you stupid idiot." She sighed, "You are the same now, your good girlfriend ran away again."

The veins on Lin Qingqian's head kept pulsating: she finally knew how Song Qingyue felt when he faced a mean-spirited self.

Want to hit someone.

"Then why do you always think that I am the same as you?" Lin Qingqian was silent for a while to calm down, and then asked questions that confused him.

She has always denied that she is the original owner, but she keeps telling herself that she is me.

She held her chin, squatted on the table and looked at her scorchingly, her black and white pupils were actually a little scary at this moment.

"Don't you think we're really alike?"

It's almost like two people who have been reproduced.

She held out her hand, "Why don't we figure out what's going on together?"

Lin Qingqian stared at her, and slowly stretched out her hand.Two identical hands clenched.

"I thought you were the final boss." Lin Qingqian squeezed her hand tightly with a sense of scrutiny, "It seems not."

She smiled slightly, and a word came out of her mouth.

"Just tell me if you're stupid, it doesn't hurt to pinch people here."

Lin Qingqian pressed down the veins that exploded on her head.

I really want to sew this mouth up.

"By the way, I want to remind you of one more thing. I found it when I was bored looking through my memory."

"You said."

"Pay attention to Lin Zhiyin." She said solemnly to Lin Qingqian, "She definitely has no ill intentions towards you, or the original owner, but she has too many secrets."

Lin Qingqian nodded.

"Hey, your mental state is so bad now that your head will collapse at any time, otherwise I will give you a memory." She poked Lin Qingqian's head, "Anyway, you remember it, it's best to recall the original owner's year. thing."

"Thank you for reminding me, then I will also share one of my ideas." After Lin Qingqian repeatedly confirmed that the guy in front of him had been expressing kindness, he finally expressed a certain guess of his own, "If those abnormal emotions that affect me It's not yours, does it mean," she pointed to the white space, "there is a third guy here?"

She was silent for a long time, as if shocked by this idea.

"Then I must beat her up," she said suddenly, "I haven't talked to me for so long."

The corners of Lin Qingqian's lips twitched.

"Oh, you've already said that, so let me also share my guess." She finally became serious, "When I look at the memory, because the memory is fragmented, I have to piece together the timeline of many things, so, I Didn't notice it at first."

"However, after looking at it for so long, I found a clue."

"Some memories are missing, or in other words, have been erased, maybe it's the third person you mentioned."

Lin Qingqian suddenly felt creepy.

"But there is another possibility," she changed the topic, "Some memories didn't appear at the beginning. Didn't I say that there were two voices arguing in my head? It was very loud at first, but now it gradually becomes smaller , and as the voice gradually became smaller, I found a lot of new interpretations of memories."

"It's like a math problem, with another solution, and another idea for the puzzle." She tried to explain this strange concept to Lin Qingqian, but in the end she could only wave her hand angrily, "Forget it. "

Lin Qing sighed, "What the hell?" Her eyes were confused, "What am I?"

"You are nothing." She said bluntly.

"..."

"You're really nothing."

Lin Qingqian: "Don't get angry, don't get angry, there is no one to replace you when you get sick."

Work matters.

"By the way, speaking of illness," she said anxiously to Lin Qingqian, "Be careful, take care of yourself. With your current state of mind, the next time you see me again, you will die soon."

Lin Qingqian pulled her lips, "What do you mean?"

"You are under too much pressure and your nerves are about to collapse." She patted Lin Qingqian's head, "Think about your two dreams just now, and think about how much wine you drank before you came here."

"If you go on like this, you are in the early stage of depression, you have to take care of your body."

"……thanks."

"By the way," Lin Qingqian thought of something, and his temperament suddenly became sharper, "How did you kill you?"

Her expression was like a hamster that had dropped its melon seeds, crying, "Why are you trying to kill me?"

"Maybe, take precautions before they happen."

"Then you're asking me that?!" She was angry, but it was just like the common intuition of the two of them: they were indeed very similar, even down to the same thinking mode.

What Lin Qingqian actually asked was: "If there is that third person, how should I kill her?"

"I am a conscious body and cannot exist in reality, so there is probably only one way to kill me—brain death."

"Understood, thank you." Lin Qingqian got up, touched the face that was exactly like her own, "I should go."

She squatted on the table and waved her hands, "Goodbye, don't come back, it doesn't matter if no one talks to me."

Lin Qingqian gave a wry smile without looking back, "I will try my best."

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Lin Qingqian slowly opened her eyes.

She collapsed on the carpet, still clutching the wine bottle.

Lin Qingqian actually missed the space that she could only enter when she was dying, at least she was comfortable there.

The headache was about to split, her whole body seemed to be crushed by a hammer, she couldn't lift her body so heavy, she felt drunk, and the half-drunk and half-awake dizziness made her cough again.

"Lin Qingqian, stop drinking!" The child's yelling words were still in his ears.

She remained silent and continued to take a sip into her mouth.

What's the point if the person who takes care of you is gone?

She stared at the empty room, a flood of sadness overwhelmed her.

She suddenly threw the wine bottle away, and the glass shards mixed with the wine spilled all over the floor. She stumbled up and found the medicine bottle from the small drawer.

The hand that poured out the medicine stopped again.

Can't eat just after drinking.

She sighed, put it back in the drawer, moved a chair and sat in front of the window.

Sitting upright, like a statue.

Until the sun rises, the morning sun is like blood.

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"Qingyue?" Mao Banxue stared blankly at Song Qingyue who pushed the door and came in, "Ahhh, you're back!"

Song Qingyue smiled and nodded, "Did you stay in school during the holidays?"

"Yes," Mao Banxue suddenly felt something was wrong, "Why did you return to school a week earlier?"

Song Qingyue put away his luggage, sat on a chair, and was silent for a while, "Sorry, I don't really want to say."

Mao Banxue stared blankly at the depressed Song Qingyue, not daring to speak.

"By the way, don't mention Lin Qingqian to me for now."

Her hand reached for her pocket, and the hard square box was in her palm.

Although she said "Lin Qingqian, give me some time." But in fact, she didn't know what to do.

Going back to school is more like running away.

After packing her luggage, she went to bed with a heavy depression, and fell asleep with her clothes on.

There was Lin Qingqian in the dream.

Mao Banxue vaguely heard a voice from inside the bed curtain, and listened carefully, it was a woman sobbing.

"Lin Qingqian, you bastard."

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"Qingqian, come see me." After Lin Qingqian finished dealing with the matter here, Fang received a call from Lin Zhiyin as soon as Fang returned to China.

A pot of tea was placed in front of the two of them. Lin Zhiyin brewed a cup for Lin Qingqian, then took a sip from the cup, "Song Chaodu is watching us."

The author has something to say: the hole has been dug, and I firmly believe that I can fill it back!

If you can’t fill it in, I will, I will cry for you to see!

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