Oracle [Transmigration Book]

"Are they in the first department?" Song Si stood up, "Is Chu Mingyi out of his mind? He doesn't have supernatural powers, and entering the sea of ​​​​consciousness alone is looking for death. Xiao Li, I have to go."

Tian Li was taken aback by his look, and stood up, hesitating a little helplessly: "But the section chief said let me watch over you to rest well, you..."

Song Sidao: "I can't control so much anymore, I'm going over now, do you want to come together?"

Tian Li nodded repeatedly, and took his coat.Song Si walked out the door with weak hands and feet. When he passed the door, he stumbled over a newly bought potted plant. He staggered and was pulled by Tian Li with one hand just a second before hitting the door frame.

"Be careful," Tian Li said, "I have a premonition that the section chief is going to get angry."

Song Si strode into the elevator and said, "Let him get angry, I still want to get angry."

Special Investigation Division [-].

It happened to be the working time after the lunch break, and there were many people coming and going in the corridor.Song Si called Yu Yiming to ask for the specific location. Yu Yiming had just finished arguing with Chu Mingyi, and he was so angry that he dared not speak. ? Chu Mingyi, he is crazy! He entered the sea of ​​consciousness alone!"

When Song Si heard this sentence, his heart turned cold: "Have you gone in?"

"Yes," Yu Yiming said, "the three of us persuaded him, but no one persuaded him. He was determined to enter."

Song Sixin said that this person is really domineering, he must do whatever he thinks, he is lawless, he must be taught a few times.

The medical room is the innermost one. When Song Si entered, he bumped into Yang Can who was coming out. He grabbed Section Chief Yang and asked, "Can the suspect be rescued?"

Yang Can shook his head: "It's difficult."

That is to say, once Zhu Hongjia dies while connected to the sea of ​​consciousness, Chu Mingyi will be trapped in it forever.

Song Si didn't bother to ask any more questions, walked into the inner room, saw Zhu Hongjia on the hospital bed, and subconsciously wanted to look at his wrist, but quickly moved away as if he was burned before he moved his eyes.

He took a breath, rubbed the ugly scar on his wrist, and walked to the bed.

Chu Mingyi sat in the chair by the bed, eyes closed, conductive stickers were pasted on his temples, and red and green wires were wound around, all the way to the helmet Zhu Hongjia was wearing.

Colleagues from the third department stood in a room, looking nervously at Chu Mingyi and Song Si.Song Si lightly touched Chu Mingyi's arm, his muscles were tense, and the situation inside was obviously not very optimistic.

"How long have you been in?"

"5 minutes."

The flow of time in the sea of ​​consciousness is subject to the subjective influence of the master, and Zhu Hongjia is in a very special state, so it cannot be judged accurately.

Song Si moved a chair over, sat next to Chu Mingyi, and began to connect the wires to his temple.

Lin Ying frowned and said, "The supervisor and the executor have always been launched at the same time, and there has never been a precedent for separate delivery. After the executor enters, the suspect's sea of ​​consciousness will undergo a great change. It is very dangerous for you to invest now, and it is possible It will be directly noticed by the master of the sea of ​​consciousness."

"Just take a gamble," Song Sidao, "My ability is very useful inside. Once discovered, I can immediately withdraw."

When he said this, he silently added in his heart: I hope that today's butterfly guy will not lose the chain.

Lin Ying frowned even tighter, as if he wanted to say something.Song Si had already connected the line, put on the earphones, and closed his eyes.

A familiar mechanical voice came from the headset: "connected, ready to launch, 5, 4, 3, 2..."

Pure, dense darkness surrounded him, and Song Si felt that he was passing through an extremely long, lightless tunnel. He could even hear a soft whining sound in his ears, like the sound of wind, like crying. When it is close, when it is far away, it is like an auditory hallucination tens of thousands of kilometers away. When it is close, it is next to his ear, as if someone is sticking to his neck and blowing gently on his earlobe.

Song Si reached out to grab it, but there was nothing.Looking back, there is darkness everywhere.

I don't know how long this darkness lasted, and the sobbing sound became clearer, no longer like the sound of the wind, and gradually turned into the mournful weeping and moaning of countless people overlapping together.The temperature sensed by the skin dropped little by little, the darkness began to become lighter and shattered, and strange scenes emerged from it, and the fishy wind lifted Song Si's hair.

His feet hit the wet, soft ground.

Silence, a sudden, eerie silence.

Song Si raised his eyes, and countless pairs of identical eyes were looking at him mockingly.

His heart skipped a beat, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

This is a cemetery with no border in sight. There are densely packed tombstones standing on the overgrown land. The same sentence is written on each tombstone. On the top of the tombstones, each one looks like Zhu Hongjia The head of the statue is "standing", the lips are raised in a strange arc, and the black and white eyes are staring curiously at the newcomer in this world.

The tombstone reads: "Here lies a useless, lazy, self-deprecating wretch."

Song Si couldn't see his current appearance, and tried to avoid the tombstone carefully and move forward.As soon as he moved, all the heads turned with his movement, the smiling lips grinned, revealing the white teeth inside, as if he was about to laugh, but what he uttered was a desolate cry like weeping. One after another, they were whimpered and swayed by the sound of the empty wind.

Song Si stopped in the midst of this eerie cry.

The head of the one closest to him was tilted upwards, rolling his eyes to look at Song Si's face, like a prop in a bad horror movie.Song Si squatted down, and his head lowered accordingly. Countless fleshy short tentacles protruded from the broken part of the neck. One end was connected to the head and the other was connected to the tombstone. It seemed that he couldn't get away from the tombstone. Moving from the left to the right of the tombstone, he leaned towards Song Si to the greatest extent, his eyes were wide open, and his warm, fishy breath sprayed on Song Si's face.

Song Si's goosebumps stretched from the back of his hand to the top of his head. He tried hard to control his expression, touched the back of his hand, and found that he was a real entity in this world.In other words, he is now the executor.

He showed a stiff smile, pointed at the very close head in front of him, and asked politely, "Where's your brother?"

The head twisted, and the ears were turned to his face, as if listening carefully to what he said. After saying the word "brother", his head remained motionless on the tombstone, and then his entire face twisted, his mouth opened to the extreme, blood began to drip from his earholes, and he screamed silently and desperately.

The screams became contagious, one spread to ten, ten to hundreds, all the heads twisted horribly, and the whimpering gradually became thinner, becoming like a baby crying.

Song Si stood up and took a step back.

The screaming head squirmed extremely quickly on the tombstone, then moved from right to left, "bending" its neck in a certain direction while trembling.Immediately afterwards, thousands of heads began to do the same, making the same movements while staring straight at him with red eyes.

Song Si bent down slightly, and said to it, "Thank you."

He walked in the direction the head pointed.

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