Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

At the central tower, Tang Yin held his breath and concentrated.

He watched Jiang Jian lie back on the seat, and quickly adjusted the interface on the armrest with his fingertips.

He knew Tang Yin's own idea when designing the memory recall device. Although the main test device has high authority, it also has certain protection for the tested device.Therefore, the person who enters the device under test can independently set a high-level password to prevent external damage from interrupting the backtracking, or to prevent the user of the main test device from entering without authorization and synchronizing the backtracking progress.

Zhong Xun picked 54 of the 4 playing cards and needed the correct order. How could Jiang Jian figure out what password he had set up shortly after seeing Zhong Xun?

Jiang Jian waited patiently for the line to pop up on the interface.

——This memory is highly encrypted, and the owner of the memory cannot access it without authorization.Click "Next" to enter the password, and click "Exit" to close the backtracking device.

His fingertip landed on "next step".

Blank rectangle and bottom-most swipe-alternative playing cards re-rendered.

This time, without any hesitation, he swiped left and right to switch suits, picking one by one.

Nine of plum blossoms.

Diamond A.

Plum seven.

Two of Spades.

Four playing cards fall into the rectangular box in turn, and each time a card is placed, the rectangle will light up with a green border.

until all four boxes light up.

From the perspective of Tang Yin outside, Jiang Jian's mask was gradually coated with a layer of light blue shimmer, which proved that the loading and starting of the retrospective device was in progress and it was operating normally.

He looked at Jiang Jian in awe.

"The password is correct, the traceback will start in 30 seconds."

"Please choose whether to synchronize the progress with the device under test?"

"whether"

Jiang Jian let out a long sigh of relief.

He decisively chose "Yes", slowly closed his eyes, and waited for the unique feeling of drowning in retrospect.

The first time is raw, the second time is cooked.

I don't know if it's because what he entered this time is his own memory, and the discomfort in the nasal cavity and oral cavity is much less.

Jiang Jian opened her eyes and saw herself standing in a long corridor.

The walls of this corridor are still covered with picture frames, as if life is an exhibition, and every fragment of memory is its exhibit, hanging at high or low, far or near.

It's just that compared with Zhong Xun's corridor, the color of the walls of his corridor is not so bright, and the lines that outline each picture frame are grays of different shades and monotonous.

According to his previous experience, entering the long corridor means that Zhong Xun has already got the key.Jiang Jian didn't have time to appreciate her own memories carefully, and ran towards the front of the corridor at high speed.

The door at the end was right in front of him, and the long corridor looked very short, but when he ran, it seemed that he couldn't see the end.

He ran tirelessly, as if he had returned to the days of special training in the different training department. He hated running, but he had to grit his teeth and run forward, looking forward without moving.

There should be someone he is looking for in front of him.

Zhong Xun faced the door, unable to see the scene of the corridor behind him.He was still immersed in Jiang Jian's last memories, and he didn't put the key in the keyhole for a long time.

At the end of Jiang Jian's memory is the appearance of him squatting in front of the refrigerator with his arms folded, which means that at that time, Lao Huang used the rewards he won when he gambled points to directly involve a "newcomer guest" here.

I don't know how much trouble Jiang Jian's silent disappearance will bring to the Department of Abnormalities.

In the end, he squatted down, and the windbreaker that he had always treasured was draped over him, wrapping him as if hugging him from behind.

He still remembered Jiang Jian when he met him in Qingluan Village.

His pale and sickly complexion, and the windbreaker of an obviously inappropriate size, were his "first impressions" of him.

When he first realized that Jiang Jian was cold-hearted, he also realized his feelings for Jiang Jian.

He had spent countless days and nights imagining, imagining that he would finally open the heart made of stone, open his heart, and let him feel what it would be like on a day when human feelings are warm and cold.

But he never thought that it was his disappearance from his world that pried open the hard shell.

He really wanted to go back to those nights when he walked alone and hug him.

"Zhong Xun! Brother Xun! Brother—"

Who is calling him?

Zhong Xun turned his head suddenly, only to see that familiar figure running towards him.

He is the only bright color jumping out of the gray and black corridor.

The moment Jiang Jian saw him, his eyes lit up. He wanted to stand still, but his inertia forced him to stop instantly, and he rushed forward.

Zhong Xun's face was tense, and his footsteps moved.

Pounced with a full arms.

Jiang Jian's mind went blank for a moment.

When the memory recalled, they were not entities, and the embrace in the spiritual form was even more intense.

Jiang Jian supported Zhong Xun to stand firm, but he caught him off guard and leaned over to kiss him.

It seems that a current flows through, reaching the soul.

It was crispy and numb, as if electric sparks exploded on the fingertips and scalp.

Some time-traveling attachments, heartaches, nostalgia and strong love are entangled with each other, gushing out along the nose, enveloping people in detail.

Until Jiang Jian pressed his waist hard.

Only then did Zhong Xun straighten up, the tip of his tongue slowly touched the back molars, and he leaned back slightly, taking a panoramic view of the person in his arms.

"I remember that I seem to have set a password." Zhong Xun's voice was slightly hoarse.

Jiang Jian raised her head and looked straight into his eyes: "Didn't you leave the password information to me? I feel the stinging pain from you. Could it be your habit to pinch yourself casually?"

Zhong Xun opened his mouth.

He was right, but at this moment his mind had drifted away quietly.

Jiang Jian's understanding of human emotions has indeed reached a new level, but he has not yet learned what is shyness and reserve. Zhong Xun, who has a rather thick skin, is also hard to resist for a while.

Zhong Xun couldn't help but leaned over and gently pecked the corner of his mouth: "I didn't think too much about it, I just felt that since the spirit sharing is turned on, if I don't leave you any information, you might not feel at ease."

"I have experienced four tingling pains in total, one on the left shoulder, two on the right collarbone, one on the back spine, and four on the abdomen around the appendix." Jiang Jian recalled, "I didn't realize that these four intermittent What do you mean by the labor pains, but when you think that you are unimpeded all the way, and you are sitting on the chair without any injuries, it doesn’t look like you have been tortured, and when you think of the password being four digits, you probably have an idea in your heart.”

Zhong Xun frowned; "Have you seen me in the past? How did you get out of the cell?"

"One or two sentences are unclear, you will know when you go out and meet Tang Yin."

"Okay." Zhong Xun frowned, "You continue."

Jiang Jian said calmly, "The four stings correspond to the sequence of the four playing cards. Next, you only need to know how the suits and numbers of the playing cards correspond to the stinging parts and times."

"But there are at least two correspondences." Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows.

"The color of the suit corresponds to the sting site, or the color of the suit corresponds to the number of stings. First of all, the pain range you leave on your body is not 1-13 but 1-4, which makes me more inclined to a situation-you are prompting My 1-4 represents four suits. Of course, another situation is not ruled out, but your choice of the sting site makes me more firm in the first idea."

"Oh?"

"Thanks to you, I remembered a lot. We used to be partners, Zhong Xun." Jiang Jian took a step back, walked out of Zhong Xun's arms, and nodded her head, "Although you used to hate being me partner, but the basic cooperation is still there, right?"

In offensive and defensive operational terms, the o'clock direction is the most common way of reporting movement and position.

Using the human body as a reference, divide the 360-degree surrounding into twelve parts, which can correspond to 1-12 o'clock on the clock dial one by one.

Except for the number 13, other numbers on the poker cards can be represented by the position of the dial. The left and right codes are set by Zhong Xun himself. He only needs to choose the big and small Jokers and K cards of four suits.

Zhong Xun looked at Jiang Jian intently: "What about the suit? How does the number of stings correspond to the four suits?"

Jiang Jian said slowly: "Spades, Spade; Hearts, Heart; Clubs, Club; Diamonds, Diamond. If CDHS is sorted by the first letter, they correspond to 1, 2, 3, and 4 respectively."

Saying that, he paused.

"That day, that night you played poker at my house for a while, and when I was packing up, I saw you reset the order."

Zhong Xun froze for a moment.

He realized that what Jiang Jian was talking about was the day when he went to drink at his house and then disappeared innocently.

At that time, although he had the cheek to chase Jiang Jian for a long time, and ran to his house countless times, and the distance between them seemed to be getting closer, but every time he saw Jiang Jian's paralyzed face, he panicked again. His family didn't even dare to be too casual, and the poker cards they played with had to be carefully arranged in order of size and put back.

Zhong Xun reached out and patted Jiang Jian's head.

This is his long-lost, belated consolation.

"You really have changed a lot." Zhong Xun said in a low voice. "When we cooperated before, you always only gave orders and never explained a few words. How can you be so patient in cracking passwords like you are now?"

"That's because... I regret it." Jiang Jian finally avoided Zhong Xun's gaze, turned around to look at the corridor where he came, and looked at the dynamic memories in the picture frame, "After you disappear, I will always I think of what you said before. Complaints are good, and visions are good. If I could listen to your advice and talk to you more, would I have less regrets?"

In order to make up for those regrets, in order to prevent the regret in his heart from spreading, he held on to the disappearance case files day and night after work, and maybe he had to go to the scene in person for any clues related to Zhong Xun, even his own. He began to take the initiative to take time out to exercise, not wanting to disappoint Captain Zhong, who was extremely serious about physical training in his memory.

"But when I saw you again, you didn't look like... seriously exercising."

"In order to find you and Shen Su, I was in a bad state of mind at that time. I originally made an appointment to see a psychiatrist the next day, but I entered the show when I opened my eyes."

Zhong Xun raised his hand and pinched his cheeks, which still looked a little sick, and said distressedly: "Is it just a problem with the mental state? You stayed up late, were scolded by Shen Ju, were overloaded and tired, and even had a car accident on the way!"

"The Han team drove the car, we are not responsible." Jiang Jian explained.

Korean team?

Zhong Xun was slightly taken aback.

Then he realized that it was supposed to be his newly promoted partner from the Dissonance Department after he and Shen Li disappeared.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn't take long for him to see the riverside fireworks in the punishment room that had nothing to do with him, and Jiang Jian's insistence on who to watch the fireworks with, and he felt a throbbing pain in his chest for no reason.

"Then, where's the windbreaker?" Zhong Xun asked with downcast eyes.

He seemed to be in desperate need of something to prove, and he was in a hurry and cautiously.

It's like asking, you keep my windbreaker all the time, do you love me too?

Jiang Jian's eyes fell on the picture frame not far away.

In the picture frame, he wrapped himself in the unfit windbreaker, and when he dreamed back at midnight, he pretended that the owner of the clothes had never evaporated from the world.

"I thought that when I was a child, I saw my mother being hurt in front of my eyes. After my brother tried to strangle me to death, I would no longer feel the pain. But when you disappeared just like Shen Li, leaving only a coat, that smell The stuffy, sour suffocation is back."

In constructing the world of the devil and Peroz, Huang Weili once asked him——

Have you ever had the idea of ​​moving stars and changing moons for someone, shaking the sky and the earth?

Now, those shielded and dusty memories come flooding in.

He was finally able to answer that question as a full and complete self.

"At first I thought that trench coat was the hurt, the remorse, the regret that I had to accept, but now I think it's the love that I have to open up to."

Going through Zhong Xun's memories, Jiang Jian still doesn't understand that Zhong Xun knows that he will be hurt by his ruthless sharp blade, and still chooses to love him.

So did he.

Jiang Jian turned around, passed the key from Zhong Xun's hand, and opened the door that belonged to her.

After the backtracking is completed, the small characters light up on the activated arch, and the left and right rings that choose whether to leave are shining on the arc arch.

He pulled the left ring with one hand, caressed Zhong Xun's cheek with the other, and slid his thumb along his jaw line.

He raised his head and covered the lips where his fingertips were.

"There is no heart in the password you set, but I want it."

The author has something to say:

I want your "heart".