Oracle [Transmigration Book]

He didn't want to tell Chu Mingxiao these deepest secrets, but nodded slightly, and said hoarsely: "Thank you, I need a little time."

Chu Mingxiao gave a "hmm", but still didn't ask any questions, and said, "Doctors sometimes get sick, so don't feel pressured. When it's time to take a vacation, Chu Mingyi will approve it."

Song Si smiled at him, wiped off the wet liquid on the eyelashes, and stood up again with unfinished emotions between his brows, pushing Chu Mingxiao's wheelchair.

There was a long silence between the two of them, Chu Mingxiao didn't speak, leaving the time for him to digest alone.

The garden is well-maintained, with flowing water, rockery, and flowers and plants. There is a cement road in the middle that is easy for wheelchairs to roll, and the roadsides are full of blooming rhododendrons.Song Si was shrouded in bright sunlight, feeling like a piece of melting ink, the black and heavy shell on the outside gradually evaporated, revealing the golden and light inside.

Is this Chu Mingxiao's ability?

If it can materialize people's inner world and then influence it, it will be very scary to use.

Such a powerful supernatural being, and the former director of the Special Investigation Bureau, what kind of spiritual curse can make him sit in a wheelchair for six years?

Song Si was not in a hurry to ask, he pushed him around the garden, and then returned to the living room.Chu Mingxiao beckoned, Song Si thought he was going to whisper something, leaned over and bent slightly, but he just rubbed his hair and said: "Go back to the bedroom and have a good rest, I'm going to do rehabilitation training now."

Song Si also reached out and touched Forgiveness Green on the top of his head. This hair...is not soft or smooth, because it is dry and rough due to years of dyeing, it feels prickly to the touch, and it feels bad at all. Both brothers like to get started?

He asked, "Do you need me to push you over?"

Chu Mingxiao pushed the wheelchair up by herself, and said with a smile, "It's not possible."

Song Si watched him leave, his eyes suddenly blurred, and his temples began to tingle sharply.He went back to the bedroom and turned on the TV again. The news about the kidnapping at the airport hadn't finished yet. The reporter was on the spot reporting the floor-to-ceiling glass that was blown up by Tian Li, vividly describing the horrific scene that happened here last night.

Looking at it, Song Si fell asleep.

Chu Mingxiao's treatment stimulated him a lot. He began to dream, all kinds of extremely realistic dreams. In his dreams, there would be dilapidated playgrounds, old flat-roofed low buildings, and moss-covered buildings. The sink turned into a university classroom after a while, he and Chu Mingyi who skipped class, Teng Yunqiwu in the deepest part of the bar, Chu Mingxiao who was unmoved by them after failing the exam...

It's a mess, it's like a film that has been cut into pieces, there is no logical connection between the fragments, and some of them are even inconsistent, all of them are stuffed into Song Si's mind, and then disappear after the broadcast.

When Song Si woke up, he felt refreshed and completely forgot about the dream world.

He stretched, praised Chu Mingxiao's healing effect in his heart, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When Jing lived in front of the mirror, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of himself inside.

In the mirror, he was smiling lazily, his hair was leisurely disheveled into a henhouse, his eyes were still in sleepy pajamas, every muscle was in a state of joy visible to the naked eye, relaxed to the point... a little abnormal.

Song Si stopped and looked at himself in the mirror, his smile gradually disappeared.

He found that the structure of his memory had changed, the part belonging to the novel was weakened, and the details of many texts began to blur.However, the memories belonging to Yuan Songsi are much clearer, and many pictures have become three-dimensional.

Chu Mingxiao's treatment changed his memory structure just once!

A chill ran down Song Si's spine, he left the bathroom again, took out an empty notebook from the bookshelf, sat down at the desk, picked up the pen, and paused.

He thought hard.

"#第一卷空白的father#Chapter 1, Fu Xi received an emergency recall order from the Special Investigation Bureau while on vacation and needed his help to interrogate a strange suspect..."

Song Si began to silently write the plot of the novel word by word.

Although everything has been very different from the ending of the novel, the existence of the novel cannot be denied.There are two other possibilities: one is that his time travel led to changes in the plot line; the other is that the original author did not finish writing.

While the memory is still there, I must record the content of the novel in written form...

……

At one o'clock in the morning, Song Si closed the half-written plot and temporarily locked the book in the cabinet. He was so hungry that he couldn't take it anymore, and planned to quietly go to the kitchen to make some supper.

Opening the door, a black figure quietly appeared in the corridor.

Song Si was taken aback and almost shouted, but the black figure hurriedly made a silent movement, suppressing his voice: "It's me! Be careful not to wake up my brother."

Song Si blinked, turned on the corridor light, and saw Chu Mingyi standing in front of the door next door with two big dark circles, stubble around his chin, and a coat in his hand with a tired face.

Just as Song Si was about to speak, Chu Mingyi let out a "yo" and stared at his head: "Your hair is all green, don't you have any deep meaning?"

Song Si: "It's business! Vigorous life."

Chu Mingyi was quiet for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing, laughing non-stop while watching, fearing that the laughter would wake up Chu Mingxiao too loudly, so she endured it very hard.

Song Si almost rolled his eyes, pulled Chu Mingyi to the end of the corridor, and asked in a low voice, "Is the interrogation over?"

"The trial is over," Chu Mingyi touched his hair, "Did you dye it yourself? I really want to know what my brother's expression is, hahaha..."

Song Si patted the back of his hand away, and said seriously: "Leader, you can see but not touch, don't use your hands or feet."

Chu Mingyi said "hmmmm" twice, still laughing.Song Si was depressed by his smile, put on the hood of his pajamas, and said, "How did it turn out? Who conducted the sea of ​​consciousness interrogation?"

"There was no trial, so he recruited directly," Chu Mingyi said, "Everything was explained in detail, and the record alone took more than 1 words. Now that the person has been transferred to the second department to go through the procedure, I can finally sleep... ..."

It sounded a little too smooth, Song Si frowned.

Chu Mingyi seemed to know what he was thinking: "I checked it with a professional, I didn't lie, it's all the truth. You can ask brother Lin Zheng to record it."

Song Sidao: "Okay."

Chu Mingyi yawned and rubbed the center of his brows: "By the way, what are you doing late at night? Aren't you sleeping?"

Song Si asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Chu Mingyi: "No, I just want to sleep now. Because of this case, I haven't slept much this week."

Song Sidao: "I'm about to get something to eat, you go take a shower first, come out and have a bite or two before going to bed."

Chu Mingyi raised his eyebrows, and looked at Song Si with the expression of seeing a ghost.

Song Si: "Do you want to eat?"

"Eat!" Chu Mingyi said decisively, and then muttered as he walked towards the room, "This is weird, the sun will come out from the west tomorrow, Doctor Song wants to cook?"

Song Si finally couldn't hold back, and rolled his eyes at his immediate boss.

In the late-night kitchen, his cooking skills were limited. He opened the refrigerator to see what was there. Finally, he simply cooked vegetables and instant noodles, chopped green onions, and fried three eggs, two for Chu Mingyi and one for himself.

Chu Mingyi took a bath at a fighting speed. After 5 minutes, he came out wrapped in a bathrobe and looked into the kitchen curiously while wiping his hair. Song Si brought out the noodles. Take it down, take three consecutive shots of the egg noodles, and send it to the group of the third department to show off: "The sun is coming out from the west, and your doctor Song cooks the noodles by himself!!!!"

These four exclamation marks were not enough to express his admiration, and he added another sentence: "Two eggs were fried!!!!"

Song Si: "...Do you want to eat or not?"

"Eat, eat, eat," Chu Mingyi quickly picked up the chopsticks, full of ritual sense, first smelled it carefully, then took a sip of the soup with a spoon, as if confirming whether it was poisoned, and then ate it in big mouthfuls.

Song Si ate slowly. He had just finished eating the eggs when Chu Mingyi, who was on the opposite side, was already in a storm. After eating the noodles, he began to drink soup.

"Good! Delicious," he gave a thumbs up. "That fellow Yu Yiming cooks noodles much better. I'm starving to death..."

Song Si bit the tasteless noodles, and began to suspect that his sense of taste was abnormal.Where is it delicious? ?

Chu Mingyi even drank the soup, and went to the kitchen to finish washing the dishes. With a satisfied face, he covered Song Si's green head with his palm, rubbed his eyes sleepily, and said, "See you tomorrow, good night .”

Song Sidao: "Good night."

Chu Mingyi went up to the second floor as if sleepwalking.

Leaving him alone at the dining table, the four-storey villa seemed to have finally gained some popularity.

The author has something to say:

Ah, I love Chu Mingyi