Oracle [Transmigration Book]

In the ups and downs of dreams, someone is calling his name.

The voice seemed to come from the other side of the world. It was not so much calling his "name", but more like the meaning of words that had been chewed and digested and injected directly into his brain, allowing him to forcibly emerge from the chaos. "Consciousness" realized the meaning of those two words, and used it as a medium to wake up his nearly necrotic brain cells.

"Song Division".

The man was repeating relentlessly.

He was distraught by this, trying to curl up his limbs like a baby in a mother's womb.A hot thing firmly clamped his wrist, and began to stir the entire warm and stable amniotic fluid, back and forth, endlessly.He felt angry—the first emotion he felt when he came into this world.

He opened his eyes in anger.

The raw light stimulated the pupils, and uncomfortable messages began to flood from all over the body.

Dizziness, chills, nervous trembling, numb right hand, lungs that can't take in air...

The person who disturbed his dream was wrapping gauze on his right wrist, unceremoniously, until blood seeped out of the white gauze, it looked painful, but the pain had been shielded.

Looking up, the appearance of that person was reflected in the retina with difficulty.

a young man.

A man over 1.8 meters five by visual inspection, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, wearing a white shirt, looking as elegant as a university professor, and with an extremely unfriendly expression, was kneeling on one knee... about the edge of the bathtub On the edge, he wrapped his right wrist fiercely, and fished him out of the water with one hand.

The moment he saw this man, countless fragments of memory flooded into his brain.

My name is Song Si.he thinks. A 27-year-old psychiatrist who has twin butterflies that can affect the emotions of outsiders and runs a clinic with a special business license. He is the ultimate villain hidden to the end in this novel.

The bathtub, the blood, the wrist.

... Now is the climax of the novel.The bad guys have been brought to justice, and justice has finally triumphed over evil, but he has yet to be made public as a hidden villain, choosing to end up in a bathtub as the trigger to detonate all the patients he has treated, causing the worst death in nearly 20 years. Serious group crimes——

Now he was rescued?

Song Si went to look at the man in front of him again. He held him like a weightless doll, and even let go of one hand to pat his cheek in the middle. Take you to the hospital."

The main plot is well in mind, and Song Si only took 1 minute to understand the current situation of time travel.

But the person in front of him couldn't remember anyway.

Song Si was hugged in his arms, his eyes swayed with the footsteps.He was obviously a stranger with no memory, but he couldn't take his eyes off his face.

"You..." He uttered half a sound, "Who is it?"

The man paused and looked down at him.

The glasses behind the light cover the emotions. Song Si in the book can easily detect the emotional fluctuations of the supernatural being, but he can't detect anything from this person.

The man didn't pause for too long, and quickly looked away, striding forward again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Doctor Song, is this the reason for your absence today? Amnesia? Cutting your wrists?"

Song Si didn't speak.

In the blink of an eye, he walked to the door of the room, and the tightly-sewn security door, which seemed to weigh tens of kilograms, was kicked open by the man.

Outside the door is a small courtyard, which perfectly matches the description in the novel.Two ambulances roared towards the main entrance of the courtyard, and the medical staff hurried down and carried Song Si into the car.The man showed his ID, stepped into the car, and calmly told the doctor, "I took 23 sleeping pills, cut my wrists, and visually estimated that I lost more than 1000 milliliters of blood. When I found out, I was in a deep coma."

The doctor stared at Song Si's eyes that opened, and his hand that was about to prick the needle. His face was filled with disbelief: "You woke up?"

"Well," he said, "it belongs to the fox, nine lives."

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at Song Si lightly.

This time there is no backlight, and this glance looks murderous, and it might be seen as a blow to someone else.

Song Si closed his eyes, pretending not to see.

On the way to the hospital, he passed out again. Unlike the coma in the bathtub, his soul was finally firmly embedded in this body, and he began to have some dreams that belonged to living people.

Past and present lives are fleeting, and the memories other than "Song Si" are fragmented and uneven. No one can even remember the last name and name of the past life. The brain automatically filters out everything in the past life, leaving a little hazy shadow as the support of personality.I vaguely remember that it was a life that was lackluster, short, ordinary, and not worth mentioning.

And the memory belonging to "Song Si" is as monotonous as a piece of paper, one-dimensional, flat, just black and white words poured into the brain.

"...The sign of 'Closed today' is hung on the door of the clinic all the year round. People in the street think that this store has already closed down, but if there are unusual patients, the strange young doctor will open for a short time, with a full face. With a world-weary expression, he lazily took off his medical leave card..."

"...he has a small scar on his chin, his eyelids are thin, the corners of his eyes are raised up, his hair is highlighted with a layer of misty blue, like a dagger made of the most expensive materials, it is eye-catching and exquisite when it is unsheathed , looking carefully, there is a sense of fragility that is too rigid and easy to break, making people want to approach and protect, but also afraid of the sharp blade..."

"...'You have a tumor in your brain', the doctor once said to him. He thought he would not survive half a year, but he was found by the Special Investigation Division and taken to a more secret institution, where the tumor was found to be A butterfly, living in the middle of the neural network, accompanied by twins, lives and dies together..."

In his own dream, he dreamed of himself transformed into words, Song Si suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaved and heaved, his pupils turned nervously, and he saw that unfriendly man again.

The man sat by the bed and peeled the apples with a knife. The peels were connected in a long string, and each circle was the same width.

Song Si saw his own reflection in the sharp edge of the knife, and his highlighted blue hair was looming.

"Do you remember?" The man didn't lift his head.

It took Song Si a long time to pull himself away from the words, and barely pulled his vocal cords: "...Huh?"

After peeling the apple, he cut off the peel, looked at Song Si, and said, "Chu Mingyi."

Song Si looked back at him dully: "?"

He frowned, looked straight into Song Si's eyes, seemed to be looking at what was going on in his head, and said in a tone of disbelief: "My name is Chu Mingyi, the section chief of the third special investigation department, your boss Boss. I really don't remember?"

Song Si hesitated in his heart, no matter whether it was the third special investigation department or Chu Mingyi, they were familiar, but he couldn't hook up with the person in front of him.

Most of the memory is fine, there is no reason to have such a big blind spot.

Having just had his stomach washed and blood transfused, and his nerves were still in a state of insufficient oxygen supply, Song Si didn't think too much, and followed his self-introduction and called out: "Chief Chu."

This title made Chu Mingyi very satisfied, and his eyebrows stretched: "Remember?"

Song Si continued: "Is there any special relationship between us?"

"..." Chu Mingyi accidentally scratched his hand with the knife he used to cut apples.

The two looked at each other, and at some point Chu Mingyi took off his glasses, a pair of sharp, obviously non-myopic eyes could be seen at a glance, sharp and bright, as if he wanted to see the deepest part of Song Si's consciousness.

Song Si felt a sharp pain in his temples when he watched him, and his heart rhythm began to fluctuate accordingly, so he couldn't help but look away.

After a while, he heard Chu Mingyi lower his voice and say: "If we talk about special relationship, we do have some. You are my brother's nominal marriage partner, so I should call you sister-in-law, but half a month ago, I I was drunk and rolled on the bed with you accidentally, so it might not be good to call you sister-in-law. Song Si, what do you think?"

Song Si digested for a few seconds, then raised his head suddenly, and met his eyes in shock.

Seeing that his reaction didn't seem fake, Chu Ming frowned again, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number: "Xixi, are you free? Come to the special inpatient department of the Central Hospital now, Song Si's brain has gone wrong. "

The author has something to say:

Open a new pit!

Because of well-known reasons, the spoiler in advance is murder!The protagonist is very optimistic and loves life, everyone should be positive every day :)