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"I made a summary of the clues we have now."

Yu Qi leaned forward slightly, clasped his hands on his knees, and said calmly:

"The patient who was not recorded in the Glare Psychiatric Hospital was preliminarily determined to be the murderer of Yan Wenshu."

"The murder of the Lan family is unknown, and Cen Wensui, who pretends to be Qiao Qiao's fiancé, is very suspicious."

When he heard the second sentence, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously wanted to refute, but suddenly realized that he was the only one with the memory before the time reset.

And... For some reason, he always felt that there was a secret hidden in Cen Wensui.

This secret is related to his personal mission.

Ji Zhi and Ding Zizhuo are noncommittal, and they have reached a common understanding so far: Cen Wensui is the breakthrough point.

Lan Qiaoyi sat on the sofa, watched the men look thoughtful, thought for a while, and said:

"Cen Wensui is my fiance now, I think I can..."

"no--"

Ding Zizhuo was actually the first to object. He grabbed the boy's hand with a very serious expression:

"When I first saw your fiancé, I knew he was the same as me."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Lan Qiaoyi who had a somewhat dazed expression, suddenly smiled, leaned into his ear, and gently parted his thin lips:

"Do you know what disease I have?"

When Yu Qi grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back, a soft voice crossed Lan Qiaoyi's ear.

"An antisocial personality."

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help but think of the man who mercilessly pressed the bomb remote control. At this moment, he suddenly felt that the Cen Wensui at that time was the real him.

just despite that...

"He's my fiancé, even if it's fake—" Ding Zizhuo's lips were lightly pressed down with thin white fingers, and Lan Qiaoyi turned to look at the other two with expressions of disapproval man, continued:

"He won't hurt me either."

Yes, even in the last timeline, Cen Wensui finally chose to detonate the bomb/bomb desperately, Lan Qiaoyi didn't think he wanted to hurt himself.

Perhaps in Cen Wensui's heart, death has never been a dreaded thing, just like he regards the raging fire as a firework dedicated to teenagers.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and glanced at Ding Zizhuo beside him, and suddenly understood at this moment:

The boys got it right — in some ways, seeing death as a beauty that blooms in the show is something the two have in common.

Ding Zizhuo looked at him inexplicably, Lan Qiaoyi didn't explain, just looked at the other two silent men.

After a long time, they sighed.

"As much as you believe in me, I'm willing to tell you..." Ji Zhi leaned forward, took the boy's white hand, gently held it to his lips, and pressed a soft kiss:

"I believe you."

Yu Qi's eyes moved slightly, and finally he was defeated by Lan Qiaoyi's pleading eyes, the man said in a compromised way:

"But I can't completely let go."

His roses can stretch themselves as much as they want, and bloom hard even without careful care, but they cannot lose the soil on which they live.

This is his bottom line.

The men reached a preliminary consensus, including Ding Zizhuo, who looked a bit unhappy.

Lan Qiao's heart changed slightly, perhaps because of the twists and turns, the bright will made him see hope. On the last night of the dungeon, he had a somewhat strange dream.

In the dream, he was not the same as before, sitting on the swing in the garden. At this time, he was standing at the end of a long corridor, and at a glance, there was no one in front of him.

The strange feeling made his back feel cold, Lan Qiaoyi wanted to turn his head to look, but at this moment he heard a voice:

"Don't look back."

He trembled all over, and the movement he was about to turn around suddenly stopped.

That voice suddenly appeared, low... as if speaking close to his ear.

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback by his conjecture, but he could only continue walking forward.

One step, two steps... As he moved forward, new changes began to appear on both sides of the corridor.

Photos gradually appeared on both sides of Lan Qiaoyi.

No, it should be said that those photos were originally hung on the corridor wall, but they were only covered by the darkness before, and then appeared as he moved forward.

A photo of a grinning baby with his tiny hands clasped in two other people's.

The left hand is tightly wrapped by a big hand, and the right hand is gently hooked by another hand that is obviously childish.

"You were so cute when you were born."

The voice next to my ear reappeared, it was the childish voice.

Three steps, four steps...

Two boys began to appear in the picture, one of them was sitting on a swing, wearing white overalls, obediently holding a big leather ball in his arms, the other boy was obviously taller, and was standing In front of him, he squatted down as if wanting to touch the little boy's head.

"When you were five or six years old, other people's children were mischievous, but you were very good at that time."

The boy's voice was a little calmer than before, and he sounded a little like an adult when he spoke.

Five steps, six steps...

The boy holding the big ball had already put on his school uniform, and the other boy had grown into a teenager. The two of them were holding hands and carrying schoolbags, and they seemed to be in a very good relationship.

"The day you left home to live in school for the first time, your father was so anxious that he lost sleep all night, as if he was the one who went to school instead of you who looked forward to it."

The voice of the young man who was in the period of changing his voice was a little hoarse, but he could vaguely hear the clear and bright future.

Seven steps, eight steps...

On the tall Ferris wheel, two boys kiss at the top, declaring their love to the world invisible.

"That day was so beautiful that I still can't forget it until now."

"Beautiful I refuse to admit its falsity."

Lan Qiaoyi stopped in his tracks, but the voice that didn't let him turn back sounded again:

"Let's go, you have no choice of retreat."

But the young man stopped still. He lowered his eyes slightly, opened his palms slightly, and looked at the veins in his palms. For a moment, he had some doubts. Was he Lan Qiaoyi, the tasker of the main world, or Lan Qiaoyi, the young master of the Lan family? ?

Those last two steps made him feel timid, and after taking one step, it seemed that there was no turning back.

"What are you afraid of? The you in that world is you, isn't the you in this world not you? These memories are born because of you, these loves are born because of you, and it has always been you."

Nine steps, ten steps.

The photo that once changed hands in Lanqiao appeared at the end of the corridor. The boy in the photo smiled very cheerfully. The boy next to him frowned slightly. In Wurun's eyes.

"You see, before you came, these photos were black and empty. They were all cold data. When you appeared, they had images."

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the photo in front of him in a daze. He reached out and touched it. For a moment, a strange feeling appeared in his heart.

[Detected a change in the current world data, and the copy of the data of the Grayer Mental Hospital is about to be reported...Upload failed...Retrying...Failed]

The sound of the main system suddenly sounded, and after the third failure, the sound of the system disappeared.

"This world was born for you."

[It is detected that everything is normal in the current copy, task countdown: 1 day. ]

If He is Yan Wenshu who grew up with him, his fiancé, if he is still alive, why doesn't he show up?

"who are you?"

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly said, he took a step forward, raised his arms slightly, and with a little force, he took the photo in front of him off the wall.

"You'll know."

Accompanied by the sound of "Kang Dang--", the photo frame hit the ground, and transparent fragments splashed, but strangely avoided Lan Qiaoyi who was standing beside him.

"Then let me out, don't stop me."

The beautiful young man frowned slightly, with a rare hint of toughness, and his tone was obviously commanding, but it made the unknown "He" chuckle:

"I never stopped you."

The dream quietly shattered.

……

The morning sun was warm but not dazzling. After breakfast, Lan Qiaoyi glanced at Yu Qi beside him, then stood up and walked towards the routine patrolling nurse.

"Good morning."

The pretty boy looked intently at the man in front of him and said with a smile.

"..."

The man looked at the young man in front of him in silence, and looked at the two dimples on his cheeks when he smiled slightly, his eyes were dark.

Lan Qiaoyi seemed to be unaware of it and said:

"Did Asui look for me today?"

"I suppose there is, take me—"

He took the lead to pass the man's side and walked towards the elevator entrance.

The sound of footsteps behind him paused for a few seconds, and then resounded.

Taking the elevator with the nurse again, Lan Qiaoyi's mood was completely different from last time.

"Since when did you work in this hospital?"

He looked curiously at the man beside him.

"... three months ago."

"Oh, is that so, what a coincidence, Ah Sui was also transferred to this hospital three months ago because of me."

There was pure joy in Li Li's eyebrows, and the boy's voice sounded slightly sweet.

"……Um."

There was silence in the air again.

"Ding dong——" there was the sound of the elevator arriving, and Lan Qiaoyi watched the door slowly open in front of him.

At the moment when he stepped out, for no reason, an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

Lan Qiaoyi turned around, looked at the man standing in the elevator, and said unconsciously:

"Maybe, do you know a man named Yan Wenshu?"

Under his anxious and expectant eyes, the other party slowly shook his head:

"do not know."

The elevator door slowly closed.

Long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the slight reflection on the ground, and smiled suddenly.

……

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Please come in."

A man's gentle voice came from inside.

"A Sui—"

The handsome young man was uncharacteristically enthusiastic today. He closed the door of the room, turned around and walked quickly to the man's side.

"Ah Sui, did I disturb you?"

Cen Wensui could never refuse his little fiancé whose eyes were full of attachment.

The man put down the pen in his hand, stretched out his long arms, and embraced the boy in his arms.

"how could be?"

He smiled, and his warm brown eyes were full of affection.

"Ah Sui, let me tell you, I had a dream yesterday."

"Well, I'm listening."

Xiaomei was nestled in his arms, her fingertips were slightly pink, and she was playing with the man's slender fingers. He played with them over and over again, but Cen Wensui was still not the least bit impatient.

"I dream about things from our childhood."

The arms wrapped around his waist tightened, and Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously took a deep breath.

"...Sorry, Jojo."

Cen Wensui smiled, bowed his head and kissed the soft white side face of the boy in his arms, and said in a low voice:

"I was so excited just now that I couldn't control myself. Has Qiao Qiao recovered his memory?"

At some point, Lan Qiaoyi's big, well-articulated hand wrapped his hand in the palm of his hand.

The boy shook his head and said with some distress:

"I just remembered some things."

He turned around in Cen Wensui's arms, put his arms on the man's shoulders, crossed his fingertips slightly, and asked with some doubts:

"A Sui, my father, did you ever adopt a child named Yan Wenshu?"

Hearing this, Cen Wensui was slightly taken aback, and replied with a normal expression under Lan Qiaoyi's gaze:

"Uncle once adopted such a person, but..." He frowned slightly, and continued:

"After that accident, Yan Wenshu also disappeared."

He looked at the bewildered young man and said with some regret:

"Jojo, only I am by your side."

Lan Qiaoyi lowered his eyes slightly, watching the man lower his head, as if he wanted to kiss his cheek, but he avoided it a little.

"Jojo—?"

Cen Wensui's puzzled voice rang in his ears, and the hand around the young man's waist faintly increased his strength.

"Ah Sui, I've always been in a panic these few days, and I always feel that something will happen." The hand held in the palm of the man's back slightly moved, Lan Qiaoyi gently pressed his face to it, and said said:

"They said that another person died in our hospital, Ah Sui, I'm afraid."

His voice lowered unconsciously, sounding like the whimpering of a kitten.

Cen Wensui's eyes darkened, he cupped his little fiance's cheeks, and said seriously:

"Nobody can hurt you."

The pretty boy just smiled sleepily, as if he was really disturbed by the rumors in the hospital in recent days.

Seeing this, Cen Wensui had an inexplicable expression on his face, and he finally said:

"The police will find out the murderer, Jojo."

Hearing this, his little fiancé's face regained a trace of expression, and he seemed to be a little happy again, and even raised his arms to hug him, and gently printed a light kiss on the side of the man's face:

"I like you the most."

The slender and dark eyelashes trembled, and the pink cheeks were close in front of his eyes, and Cen Wensui couldn't help but bowed his head obsessively.

With a "bang-dang--" the door of the office was opened.

He turned his head with some displeasure, and saw the man at the door raising his hand to show his police officer ID.

"Mr. Cen Wensui."

"Someone reported you for intentional homicide, come with us."

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