Oracle [Transmigration Book]

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the living room bloomed a little abnormally.

In midsummer and June, the flowers are blooming and the branches are falling. When the window is closed, the fragrance is so dizzy that it makes people dizzy. When I get up at night and accidentally knock over the pot, it is still luxuriant the next day, looking extremely vigorous.

After Chu Mingyi left, only Song Si and these flowers and plants with their own peculiarities were left in the room.

Song Si sat in front of this sweet-scented osmanthus, and his memory was slowly filled with the lost blood.

Following the original owner's method, he mixed the special medicine of "Ninghai Pharmaceutical" into the flower water and poured it on the roots of the sweet-scented osmanthus.

I didn't control the amount of medicine, and I accidentally watered a little too much. After another night, the sweet-scented osmanthus fell off the ground, the leaves turned yellow, the trunk was bent listlessly, and there was even a layer of mold growing in the soil, as if after dying of thirst. Corrupted for three months.

Liu Cenning is indeed a genius, Song Si looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and thought, what a pity he was a genius who accidentally walked into a side road.

He was just an ordinary person who graduated from a prestigious school and worked as a new employee in a pharmaceutical company. He accidentally came into contact with the work of the Special Investigation Bureau, and he was inspired to combine supernatural particles with medical treatment. He borrowed the company's laboratory to quietly Doing prohibited experiments, and packaging preliminary products into new invention patents, made a fortune, established Ninghai Pharmaceutical, weaved the largest scientific research fraud in the pharmaceutical industry in more than ten years, and caused tens of thousands of patients to deteriorate.

The experiment required a lot of supernatural materials. He had nothing to do with the Special Investigation Bureau. After being arrested, he kept silent about the source of the supernatural particles. Three subjects were given.

But on the night of Liu Cenning's arrest, the building of Ninghai Pharmaceutical Center caught fire, and all experimental materials were burned.

Song Si could think of Chu Mingyi's investigative ideas - interrogate Liu Cenning, investigate Ninghai Pharmaceutical's profit distribution network, and even secretly investigate all people in the bureau with suspicious sources of income.

Chief Chu is doomed to get nothing, because "Song Si" and Liu Cenning have never had an interest relationship. Liu Cenning was only 13 years old when he made his fortune. On the surface, they are two parallel lines that never intersect.

If "Song Si" hadn't committed suicide, maybe he would never know who is behind Liu Cenning.

And if "Song Si" hadn't committed suicide, Fu Xi would not have been inspired by it and reverse-engineered a healing game called "Tomorrow" to heal people who have been hurt mentally.

Song Si looked at the withered osmanthus tree in front of him and raised his chin.

The bad thing didn't happen, the good thing is that he came back in this body and remembered everything.

His thoughts gradually became clear, so he went downstairs with the withered sweet-scented osmanthus potted plant, threw it into the trash can, and then picked up the small hoe to continue tidying up the wildly growing small courtyard.

Chu Mingyi left him in the clinic for three days. He prescribed medicine and took it by himself. He didn't worry at all. He slept and planted flowers when he had nothing to do.

With his uninjured left hand, he knew how to use grass. In the afternoon, he pulled up a chair, picked a good place on the balcony, and took a nap with a blindfold on.

There are too many messy plots, the memories of the previous life can't be retrieved, and rebirth is not easy, so it's better to enjoy life.

Song Si folded his legs comfortably, and was blown comfortably by the breeze. He fell asleep until the evening, woke up and stretched himself, and heard someone ringing the doorbell downstairs.

Pressing politely and persistently, Song Si stepped on his shoes, ruffled his messy hair, and walked into the yard.

There was an iron gate outside the gate, and a tall woman stood by the doorbell, holding a bouquet of red roses in her arms.

It was getting late, the street lights were not yet on, and in the gray-toned street, the bouquet of roses was like a burning flame, slamming into the retina gorgeously.Song Si's gaze stayed on the flower for a second, then moved to the woman's face, frowning slightly.

Eight centimeters high heels, a gray long skirt, a straight back, half of the face under the sunglasses is expressionless, like artificial AI.

Song Si took a few steps forward, and suddenly felt an unexplainable fluctuation.

It was as if the surrounding air was a pool of water, stirred up unintentionally.

Song Si stopped suddenly.

Seeing that he wasn't leaving, the woman raised her lips and said softly in a somewhat hoarse voice: "Doctor Song, long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Cold killing intent.

Song Si stood there, something stretched in his mind, his personal consciousness began to become cloudy, and he heard himself say in a strange tone: "I don't remember, who are you?"

The woman was holding flowers, her smile remained unchanged, and she said, "I am your patient, why don't you invite me in for a chat?"

If there is a mirror in front of him, Song Si can see his pupils stand up like a beast.

His fingertips trembled a little, his body greedily absorbed the energy fluctuations around the woman, but his negative emotions were crazily out of control.

The brain seemed to be no longer his own brain, and the world reflected in his eyes began to distort and change. With that woman as the center, entities such as appearance and figure were weakened, and various shades of colors were enriched. He saw that her brain was blue. Grey, lips are orange-gray, heart is pink-gray, limbs are light purple... the whole body is full of unhealthy gray, except the throat is bright red, as if something is wriggling inside.

Song Si looked at her neck, and said almost subconsciously: "Your throat is very sick, it can't be cured anymore, please go back."

The woman reached out and touched her throat lightly.

"It can't be cured," she hugged the flowers in her arms tightly, "you are absolutely right. You are really a famous doctor."

The air was getting thicker and thicker, and Song Si took half a step back.

The other invisible mouth of the woman opened, and the air was stirred up by a thousand-meter tsunami, covering the sky and covering the ground, shaking the bright and charming rose petals all over the ground, pointing at Song Si's heart, and all the blood cells in Song Si's body were blown away. Vibrating with an unknown frequency, the eardrum began to scream——

There was a muffled "bang", a figure rushed over, blocking between him and the woman, all energy fluctuations suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings suddenly fell into a silent silence, even the insects could not be heard.

Panting for breath, Song Si's eardrums buzzed, and saw Chu Mingyi clasping the woman's neck with one hand, lifting her up against the iron gate.

The bullet passed through her left shoulder and fell bloody into the courtyard.

Someone was crying: "Si Si—are you alright?!"

With blue veins popping out of Chu Mingyi's forehead, he said, "Shut up, be quiet."

The woman he lifted had her mouth wide open, her pinched neck was wriggling, her limbs twisted like cramps, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.Chu Mingyi frowned, knocked her unconscious with a knife in his hand, then let go, carried him on his shoulders, and threw him into the car at the corner.

"She can send out infrasound waves and send them to the shielded room for interrogation," Chu Mingyi said, "Send them first, the sooner the better, I'll be right back."

Song Si was still standing on the small stone road without moving a step, and said in a hoarse voice, "She is dying."

Because of the attack, his voice was very small, almost a whisper.Someone in the car heard it and protested: "Brother Ming, Si Si said this man is going to die!"

Another human said: "...Doesn't it have to be sent to the hospital? Ah, if he dies, it won't be counted against our third department, right? I didn't bring the police recorder today!"

"What hospital?" Another person said, "Isn't this the hospital?"

Chu Mingyi, who was standing outside the car, bent down to go in, probably sniffing, when he came out again, his face sank like water, cursed in a low voice, he carried him out again like a rag doll, and carried him into the clinic with big strides .