Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Jiang Jian hurriedly stopped and stood in the middle of the road.

The wind was blowing from behind him.The hair on his forehead made his eyes itch.The fallen leaves rolled up the dust and blew straight towards the school library. A robot floated in front of the door to suck them away, and the door was clean again.

There was a throbbing in his heart.

It was quickly overshadowed by another emotion: "He hasn't woken up?"

Since returning to school, Zhong Xun has been in a state of adolescence.No matter how little he sleeps at night, he can still open his eyes in the morning and tidy up himself to be extremely human, exquisite and handsome.

The words "didn't wake up" didn't match Zhong Xun at all.

Is the point here?Isn't the point that he called you in his sleep?

Wen Sidai didn't know how to complain for a while, so she had to answer Jiang Jian's question seriously: "Yes, Zhifu asked me to wake him up, but it's useless, I can't wake him up."

"Most of Xiao Song's ideas are to avenge his own personal revenge."

"It's okay, don't worry, I didn't slap him in the face, just shook him."

"Okay, anyway, I'm in the library, I don't know when I can go back. Just take care of those two, don't leave them alone."

Once Song Zhihui is placed on the list, he will be absolutely out of control.

And Zhong Xun...Jiang Jian glanced at the rosin box in his hand, worried that someone was causing him to fall asleep, and walked a little faster into the library.

Wensidei was stunned: "Then can you go alone? Be careful."

Jiang Jian responded lightly and hung up the phone.

When did he need to be worried about acting alone?Before he became a guest on the show for no reason, he was always alone.

"Hey, that handsome boy!"

Just as Jiang Jian walked into the library, he was looking at the exquisite dome of the hall, when a pungent voice suddenly came from not far away.

He looked around and saw that he was alone in the hall.And a woman sitting in the circular information desk in the center of the hall was waving to him.

She was wearing overalls, like a library worker.

"Yes, it means you."

Jiang Jian walked over suspiciously, took a closer look, and felt that she looked familiar.

There was a hint of Ren Fanxing between his eyebrows and eyes.

The woman met his gaze with a smile, and nodded her chin towards the machine not far away: "The system is being upgraded recently, and the face recognition cannot be recognized. Students come in and have to register with me."

As he spoke, he pushed a watch in front of him.

Jiang Jian leaned over, scribbled to finish, put down her pen and looked at her.

"What are you looking at?" She raised her hand and waved in front of his eyes, "Have you never seen a beautiful sister?"

Jiang Jian considered her words: "I think you look like someone I know."

"Huh? I've seen it before?" She picked up the form and looked at it, "Jiang... hiss, can your handwriting be more messy? Are you going to be a doctor in the future? I don't know you. "

"The one I know is named Ren, and she's a female president."

After he left Qingluan Village, he had seen her photo in the news report of Ren Fanxing's death, and she could also see her attending the event on the official website of Fanxing Group.Although the person in front of me is younger than Ren Fanxing and her skin is more delicate, she obviously lacks aura and does not have the edges and corners sculpted by time.

One is a strong woman with extraordinary bearing, and the other is a little woman who still has charm.

It feels like NPCs in different games use the same face data, similar in appearance, but completely opposite in temperament.

"Hey, I'm not interested, and we don't have that fate. People used to say that I look like a celebrity, and they are too far away from me." The woman leaned back on the seat and waved her hand at Jiang Jian, "We will close the door after evening study. The library is gone. If you have any books you want to borrow, hurry up and get them. Before the library closed, there were robots responsible for cleaning the buildings. Now there are no machines. I can’t see such a big place by myself. Come out quickly after you take them out. ah."

"I don't borrow books." Jiang Jian shook her head, "I left something in the reading room, just leave me a small door for emergency evacuation."

The woman was fascinated by Jiang Jian's good skin, and smiled from the corner of her eyes: "Okay."

Jiang Jian bowed politely to thank, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

On the wall next to the elevator, there are guide signs for each floor. Each floor has a fixed category of books, literature, social science, science, language... everything, and each floor is marked with self-study rooms and books. The number of empty seats in the reading room.

His gaze fell on the old periodical reading room on the fifth floor.

For a moment, as if something hit his brain, he suddenly remembered that among all the campus legends that Song Zhihui had recorded, the legend of the library has not been verified for a long time whether there is a hidden mission

——Light a candle, and you can see the most painful picture in your life in a picture frame without a picture on the fifth floor.

Jiang Jian stepped into the elevator without hesitation and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

I don't know if it is because of the imminent closure of the museum, but almost all the lights on the fifth floor are turned off.

Following Jiang Jian's footsteps, only the emergency voice-activated lights were on from the elevator entrance to the other side of the corridor, until he stopped in front of the old periodical reading room, and the lights behind him went out one by one.

The world fell into endless darkness.

Jiang Jian calmly took out the tablet, glanced at the little battery left, and turned on the flashlight.

He quickly looked around the reading room.

The reading room for old periodicals is at the center of the entire floor. The metal door is tightly closed with an electronic lock on the door.

The whole door is like the iron wall of the prison gate, and the inside cannot be seen at all.

Opposite the journal room is an open self-study area.There are four chairs around each large table. For high school students, this self-study environment is suitable for group study, open but not crowded.

A row of uniformly spaced photo frames hangs on the wall of the self-study area.

Some framed reproductions of famous works, some hung landscape photography, and some put old photos in frames, while the center of the frame facing the door of the periodical room was empty, with nothing in it.

He walked to the opposite side, instead of looking at the empty photo frame first, he walked to the old photo in the corner.

The people in the photo are wearing shirts and suits, sitting neatly in a row.

The time of the photo seems to be a long time ago, several people's faces are blurred, and a few people who can see their faces clearly are either flamboyant, or gloomy, or smiling, or dignified, leaving a youthful and proud look in the camera .

Pulling a banner above their heads reads "Xth Interdisciplinary Multidisciplinary Symposium".

In the lower right corner of the photo is the handwritten inscription "Faizal Laboratory Photo Commemoration".

Jiang Jian has read a lot of literature, but in his knowledge reserve, he never knew that there was such a seminar, let alone any laboratory called Faizal at home and abroad.

What Zhong Xun said is quite right, every program world makes people feel terribly real.

Even if you are imprisoned in a small mountain village or a school, you will have a strong sense of coherence in time and space.

The real flow of time, real human beings, real stories, including real dead people... Even old photos seem to be able to take people back to a certain trace of the old time, and you can turn your head down Create a clue that can be called true.

There is a familiar face in the photo.

The face that was incomparably similar to Ren Fanxing's when he entered the library was just a similar face, this time full of seriousness and rigor.Her face is a bit rounder than the other two, and her black-rimmed glasses make her look more serious and dull.

Standing behind her are two very similar men, with sword-like eyebrows and star-eyed eyes, and a high bridge of nose. The one on the left leans forward slightly and is very close to her, while the one on the right folds his arms and looks at her cynically. lens.

Jiang Jian looked serious, put away the light, rolled up his sleeves and took the photo frame off the wall. He took the photo frame apart with concentration, trying to get out the photos inside.

The photo frame is not as mysterious as he imagined.

As soon as the buckle was pulled away, the photo leaked out.

He reached out to pick up the photo, and was about to put the frame back in place when he suddenly felt a strange groove from the back of the frame.

It turned over and over again, and a candle and a match fell out of it.

Jiang Jian suddenly realized that the touch of that groove was like the ignition surface of a match.

He properly put the old photos into his pocket, held a match and stroked it through the groove on the back of the frame——

Flames sprang up in the darkness!

Candles also light easily.

Holding the candle at the end, Jiang Jian walked quickly towards the unpainted photo frame facing the reading room.

The wristband suddenly lit up.

[System notification: Congratulations to guest Jiang Jian for triggering a hidden mission! ]

At this moment, the door lock of the reading room behind him suddenly made a "beep" and opened!

But Jiang Jian's legs seemed to be fixed in place, motionless.

In the blink of an eye, a trace suddenly appeared on the empty photo frame, like a drop of ink smeared on the rice paper, spreading around.

The most painful image of his life?

Compared with where Qin Han might be hiding, he wants to know what it is that scares him.

The blurred picture forms layers of ripples, which ripple away, leaving a blank space in the middle.

In the next second, an old-fashioned phonograph appeared on the screen, and the phonograph was spinning slowly, but no sound could be heard.

The photo frame is like a documentary lens, moving and changing, from the phonograph to the irises on the windowsill next to it, to the birds outside the window.

Jiang Jian frowned suspiciously.In his memory at the moment, there is no such picture, which is normal.But what's abnormal is that he didn't feel any negative emotions such as pain, despair, or fear at all.

His hands slowly covered his heart, feeling strange.

Obviously these days, his emotions have been much richer than before?

Just when he was suspicious, the photo frame was suddenly pitch black!

It was as if a puddle of ink had been splashed on it suddenly, and no scene or picture could be seen.

At the same time, there was a slight sound of opening the door behind him.

Jiang Jian quickly turned around.

Under the light of the candle, a black shadow opened the door of the reading room in front of him, and walked in majestically.

So quietly!

His pupils constricted, he didn't care about the photo frame, he raised his foot to catch up, and at the same time, he recalled in his mind that when they came back from the underground laboratory that day, they heard Winside's complaints.

——When I went back last night, I saw a black figure floating towards the library, so I didn't dare to go there.

His outburst was brought to the extreme at this moment, and he rushed in the moment the door of the reading room was about to close.

The calf muscles were tense, and the two legs stepped out in a standard and powerful posture. He was about to catch up with that person.

The candlelight tended to be extinguished due to the rapid running.

In the distance of only three steps, return to darkness.

However, the moment she was closest to the man, when the light was still on, Jiang Jian caught a glimpse of his silhouette, and in the blink of an eye, reached out and clasped the man's wrist.

The man struggled hard, but only pulled Jiang Jian closer in the dark.

"You..." Jiang Jian's voice trembled slightly.

The scene he saw just now made him unbelievable.

The man was wearing a black trench coat, exactly the same one he wore when he entered the show.

His incomprehensible colleague had been missing for a long time, and he had been looking for him for a long time, but in the end he found nothing but a black windbreaker, which he kept with him all the time.

And at this moment, the same clothes are on the person in front of him.

Compared to his unfitness, this windbreaker is extremely docile on this unknown person, as if it should be worn on him.

"who are you?"

He squeezed the other person's wrist, trying to get closer, but the person turned his face away.

The two dragged and walked through the entire corridor of the reading room. In the large and quiet space, there was only the sound of messy footsteps.

Until there was a chill behind my back.

Jiang Jian realized that she had reached the wall on the other side.

But the man lowered his head, and at some point he had escaped from his shackles. Instead, he pressed Jiang Jian against the wall and bent down.

His hair seemed to be black, brushing the tip of Jiang Jian's nose.

"Why don't you dare to look at me?" Jiang Jian asked.

"let go."

When the man's voice sounded, Jiang Jian froze in place.

In the next second, he fell into the abyss.

The author has something to say:

It's the end of the month, pour some nutrient solution into the sleeping old clock to wake him up QUQ