Oracle [Transmigration Book]

After early morning supper, Song Si didn't feel sleepy. He returned to his desk, turned on the lamp, and continued to sort out the fragments of the novel he could remember.

This is a process of splitting oneself apart and examining each blood vessel inch by inch with a magnifying glass.Song Si didn't sleep all night, and wrote until dawn in the morning, his migraine became more and more serious, and the pain was so painful that it was about to split in two from the inside.He had to stop the job and go to the bathroom to wash his face.

When the water poured on his face, he found that his cheeks were hot and he had a fever.

His body temperature was 37.8 degrees, he had a low-grade fever, and there was no discomfort other than a headache. It seemed that his body had triggered some strange immune mechanism.Relying on being a doctor himself, Song Si found out a box of anti-allergic medicine by instinct, and took it with warm water.

He didn't dare to continue sorting out the novel, temporarily hid the notebook, leaned on the sofa and squinted for a while.

A few hours later, I don't know if it was due to the effect of the medicine. His low-grade fever subsided, and his migraine also improved a lot. jump suddenly.

Chu Mingxiao called him and asked him to go downstairs for lunch.

Song Si patted his pale face, squeezed his bloody lips, and walked downstairs to the restaurant.

Before Chu Mingyi got up, Chu Mingxiao sat in the wheelchair and flipped through a book, while the hourly worker was putting the meals on the table one by one.

"Chu Mingyi came back last night." Song Si said, "I'm probably still sleeping."

Chu Mingxiao glanced at his face, nodded: "Got it."

Song Si pinched the base of his nose uncomfortably. In order to distract his attention, he turned on his mobile phone and clicked on WeChat. The unread message of "San Ke loves baby Song" is 99+ again.

Pikachu's profile picture: "I'm sour! I'm sour, I'm sour, I want to eat noodles made by Si Si!"

Drink more hot water profile picture: "I also want to live with Si Si..."

Digital avatar: "The cooking time of the two eggs is obviously different. Judging from the color, the egg on the right was fried for five seconds longer than the one on the left. Tsk, I feel a little uncomfortable..."

Lotus head portrait: "Yiming, this is why your cooking tastes bad."

Seeing this, Song Si couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and replied in the group: "I'll cook for you next time."

He found that his profile picture was blank, and his WeChat name was "Tong".

Si Jia straightened up and became symmetrical, just like Yu Yiming's style.

Pikachu: "!!! What the hell? Brother Si Si is bubbling in the chat room? Recorded as a major moment in history! I declare that every year from now on, today will be an anniversary day!"

Lotus: "Xiao Si has really changed a lot since he lost his memory, which is good."

Drink more hot water: "@同我 and Yu Yiming are still working on materials in the bureau, now let's eat your noodles first, can you take it out?"

Number: "Hehe, Xu Xinxin just had lunch 5 minutes ago, a big plate of chicken curry."

After Liu Cenning's case was concluded, chatting in the group became much more relaxed.Song Si kept smiling until a voice suddenly appeared behind him: "What are you looking at? You're smiling so happily?"

Song Si subconsciously wanted to pick up the phone, but the man said again: "Everyone is in the water at noon, it seems that the past few days are not tired enough."

He turned his head, and Chu Mingyi was standing behind him with his messy hair, the shadow completely surrounded him, looking down at the contents of his phone.

Song Si's back quickly pressed against Chu Mingyi's abdomen.He was about to complain when he suddenly realized that Chu Mingxiao was still sitting beside him.

An inexplicable sense of guilt slowly surged up... He quietly glanced over there, and met Chu Mingxiao's gentle eyes.

Song Si sat up straight, rubbed against the front of the chair, coughed lightly, and turned off the screen: "Eat."

Chu Mingyi didn't notice that something was wrong, so he found a seat and sat down, poured soup into his own bowl, and filled another bowl for Chu Mingxiao and Song Si, and said, "Brother, in two days I have to put Song Si Take it back to the bureau, sorry."

Why does it sound a bit strange?

Chu Mingxiao stirred the coffee gently with a spoon, said with a natural expression, "He's not in a good state of mind, he needs to rest for a few days."

Song Si: That's true...but he hasn't expressed his opinion yet.

Chu Mingyi said: "I know, I really can't help it. Although Liu Cenning's case is closed now, there are still more than 1 victims waiting for treatment. Mild cases can still go to ordinary hospitals to find a solution , Those who are seriously ill will not be accepted anywhere, and can only wait at home to die."

Song Si frowned.

Chu Mingxiao has been in charge of the Special Investigative Bureau for more than ten years, and she knows everything inside, and said unmoved: "Let's put this matter under the control of one department, they are professionals, and there is no shortage of Song Si."

Chu Mingyi smiled: "Brother, I know you are reluctant... Song Si is special, his ability is so easy to use, the chief of the first department has come to me and begged several times. This time the situation is indeed urgent, There are too many patients involved."

Chu Mingxiao looked at his younger brother, put down the spoon in his hand, and said with a half-smile: "The first department is doing scientific research, and the fourth department is doing intelligence. Compared with your three departments, they are both safer and can play the role of Song Division better." .I put him in the same department at the beginning, you forced him to pass, and now you let him run at three ends, huh? Chief Chu.”

Song Si was secretly eating melons to watch the excitement, but seeing that the meal was about to develop into a family conflict, for his own peace, he cleared his throat, took Chu Mingyi's conversation away, and started talking to each other: "Brother Xiao helped me cook yesterday." After the treatment, I feel much better today. Anyway, I am idle at home, and I will go to see the patients. If you don’t participate, just watch.”

Both brothers turned their heads to stare at him.

There was a moment of silence at the dinner table, and Song Si felt uncomfortable at the sight.

What's wrong?Isn't the slime so harmonious?

He considered it for a while, and was about to speak again, when Chu Mingyi saw his bloodless face, felt guilty, and changed his mind first: "Brother is right, I am confused and impatient about this matter. rest for few days."

Song Si: "It's okay, just see a doctor."

Chu Mingxiao: "Eat first."

Song Si picked up the chopsticks, a little depressed.

Why were you still fighting tit for tat just now, but now they are unanimously against him?This pair of brothers is actually singing in one white and one red, right?

He shut up and didn't want to talk, and he took the anti-allergic medicine in the morning, his stomach felt uncomfortable, he picked and picked, and ate half of a bowl of rice, Chu Mingyi gave him some balls, and finally managed to eat two bites.

After eating, he announced his decision: "Tomorrow I will go back to work in the bureau."

The two brothers frowned at the same time, with five points of similar facial features and very similar expressions.Song Si didn't wait for them to unanimously speak out, and first evacuated from the dining table to the second floor.

When he reached the stairwell, he vaguely heard Chu Mingyi asking his brother in a low voice: "How did you show him?"

Unable to hear the elder brother's answer, Song Si couldn't hold back before turning the corner, and turned his head to take a look.

Chu Mingxiao looked solemn, and Chu Mingyi also frowned.

Song Si gave a "tsk", closed the door, and reached out to lock it.

In the afternoon, Song Si took out the notebook again and continued to organize the novel.

At six or seven o'clock, the same symptoms appeared - he began to have a headache and a fever.When I stood up from the chair, the sky was spinning, and my eyes were dim.

Song Si propped his hands in front of the desk, to get over the dizziness, and took two more anti-allergy medicines.

The plot has been sorted out to the end, and there are only a few more pages to finish, but he had to interrupt again because of a headache, cold sweat dripped on the paper, and the last line read: "Song Sishi"...

There was a soft knock on the door outside.

Song Si quickly put away the notebook, took out the tissue, wiped off the cold sweat on his face, took two deep breaths, and asked, "Who?"

"I," Chu Mingyi's voice came over, "is it convenient, let's talk."

Song Si went to the door and opened the door halfway.

The headlights were not turned on in the room, only the desk lamp was turned on, and the light was a bit dim.Song Si's face was turned away from the light, Chu Mingyi sized up his expression, frowned and said, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Si rubbed his eyebrows: "I just woke up, and I'm still a little confused. What's the matter?"

Chu Mingyi said: "Tomorrow at eight o'clock, I will take you back to the bureau."

Song Si nodded: "I think so too. In fact, Liu Cenning's medicine is not completely unsolvable. I already have some treatment ideas that need to be verified."

"It's not about treatment," Chu Mingyi said solemnly, "I have to take you to the first department. Chu Mingxiao said that you already have a tendency to schizophrenia."

Song Si was stunned.

"what?"

Chu Mingyi slowed down his speech and paused every word: "Incipient schizophrenia."

Song Si laughed.

He squinted at Chu Mingyi, with the expression of looking at a landlord oppressing the proletariat, and said, "You don't have to find this reason to trick me into going to work, do you?"

Chu Mingyi: "..."

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