Oracle [Transmigration Book]

The autumn wind brought a chill, which made his skin goosebumps.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, his hair is a little long, leaving the sea to cover his eyes.He withdrew his hand, brushed his hair away, became more cautious, and once again carefully looked at this seemingly ordinary world of consciousness.

His eyes moved halfway, and he paused.

At some point, a little boy stood at the entrance of the flat top floor.

At dusk, there are no lights, and the doors of old buildings look like the mouths of wild animals, revealing thick darkness from inside.The little boy was standing at the door, wearing old patched clothes, skinny, with snot hanging from his nose, grinning, staring straight at Song Si's direction, stretched out his hand, and waved at him a few times.

The gloomy gray tone shrouded the surroundings, and even the little boy's face was covered with darkness.

Song Si couldn't see his facial features clearly, but could only make out a hazy outline of his face. He just felt that this boy was so thin, so thin that he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

He stood there carefully without moving.

The boy waited helplessly, seeing that he was not moving, he raised his hand again and waved at him eagerly.After waving for a while, he spoke, his voice was immature, even a bit sharp: "Come on, come on."

Probably because the darkness was too thick, Song Si felt resistant to the flat-roofed building behind him. Not only did he not go over, but he sat down on the swing again, looked at the boy at the door, and said, "Come here."

The boy seemed annoyed and stomped his feet.A gust of cold wind was generated out of thin air, cutting Song Si's face like a knife.He realized something, and left the swing again. Sure enough, the boy's anger subsided a little, and this time he called out his name: "Xiao Jin, don't sit on the swing, it's his property, he will be angry!"

Xiao Jin, Song Si thought, the character he is playing now is called Xiao Jin, and he seems to be an acquaintance of that little boy.

The swing is his?who is he?

Song Si got some information, finally raised his foot, and walked towards the boy.

The two got closer and closer, and the little boy's figure gradually became clear.He looked only five or six years old, with a pair of oversized eyes hanging in the middle of his thin face, and there was a sense of familiarity between his brows and eyes, as if Song Si had seen him somewhere before.

He puffed up his cheeks slightly, and said in a grown-up tone: "It's time for dinner, Aunt Chen is looking for you."

This action reminded Song Si all of a sudden.

This is exactly Wang Jiawen when he was a child.

The little boy should be no more than seven years old. According to the file history, Wang Jiawen should have lived in Qicheng Orphanage at that time.Judging from the architectural style and dilapidation, it seems to match the orphanage.

Song Si thought about it, and with a look of disdain on his face, he followed behind little Wang Jiawen, and said, "When you get angry, you get angry, and he doesn't own the swing alone."

Wang Jiawen led him into the dark door.

The playground disappeared from this world, replaced by dark corridors and closed wooden doors, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the surrounding became extremely silent, only the sound of their walking footsteps remained.

Wang Jiawen turned his back to him and laughed in front of him. The laughter sounded inexplicably frightening: "It's his, it's all his. Don't let him hear it, he will be angry."

Song Si used a very natural tone to guide Wang Jiawen's sea of ​​consciousness, followed his words and asked, "Is he there?"

Wang Jiawen's footsteps stopped suddenly, and his back fell into silence.

Song Si's heart skipped a beat.

The person in front turned his head again without any warning, his eyes were wide open, he smiled happily with his uneven teeth, and said in a brisk and joyful tone: "He's here~!"

After speaking, he turned back again, his small body ran up, kicked and ran to the end of the corridor, and threw himself into someone's arms coquettishly.

Song Si still stood where he was, looking at the man from afar.

Wang Jiawen hugged him, and said crisply: "I'm a good boy today, does big brother like me?"

The person called Big Brother patted him on the back perfunctorily, looked at Song Si, and said, "Ah Jin, it's time to eat."

The man only said five words.

The huge stone pressed on Song Si's heart, making it difficult for him to breathe, and his heart began to beat rapidly with overload.

Obviously they were still far away, he couldn't see anything clearly, he didn't know who that person was or what he looked like.But the body and brain have already reacted first, and some kind of fear engraved in instinct began to wake up.

He heard the sound of a butterfly spreading its wings.

"Let's go," said the voice again.

Song Si raised his foot stiffly and walked towards him.

He hugged Wang Jiawen and stood there waiting for him.

Only his footsteps were left in the corridor, da, da, da...

A pair of Danfeng eyes with shallow pupils looked at him.

The person standing at the end of the corridor looked indifferent, with a face that was not fully opened, as delicate as a little girl, who looked about 12 years old, with a small scar on his chin, glanced at Song Si lightly, and patted his chest. Wang Jiawen, who refused to come out, let go of his hand and walked in front of them.

Song Si only felt that his mouth was dry, his heart was beating loudly in his eardrum, and the air around him was getting farther and farther away. The real suffocation pinched his trachea.

He saw... he saw...

Yourself?

This is Wang Jiawen's sea of ​​consciousness. He turned into a person named Ajin, entered Qicheng Orphanage more than ten years ago, and saw himself in the corridor of the orphanage?

Orphanage, swing, Wang Jiawen, twin butterflies, time travel, memories...

Song Si felt confused and dizzy, his palms were wet with sweat at some point, and the coolness seeped into his body from the surrounding walls, until it penetrated deep into his bones.

He was still walking forward, following Wang Jiawen and Xiao Song Si, mechanically walked through the labyrinth of corridors, and finally entered a somewhat dirty canteen.Most of the tables in the cafeteria are incomplete, the tabletops are greasy, and covered with grease that has not been cleaned for many years.Xiao Songsi and Wang Jiawen sat down at the table in the middle. Dinner was already set, white porridge, mustard, and cold and hard steamed buns.

"Ah Jin." Xiao Songsi said without warmth, "When will that couple take you away?"

Song Si sat across from them, unable to take his eyes off his childhood face.

He opened his mouth, his vocal cords were tense, and he didn't even know what he was talking about: "Maybe next month."

Xiao Songsi looked at him and slowly frowned.

Wang Jiawen next to him also put down his bowl, turned his head, the smile on his face slowly froze, and looked at Song Si with some gloom.

"What's wrong with you? What are you looking at?" Xiao Song Si asked.

Song Si stared straight at Xiao Song Si, his heart beating like thunder.He still retains his rationality, but a crazier impulse broke through the defenses in his heart. He knew that he was in the sea of ​​consciousness of others, and that everything might be just a false illusion, but he still couldn't help it, saying: "Why did you come to the orphanage?" ?”

Xiao Song Si's expression began to turn cold.

He said: "My parents are dead, so naturally I have to come to the orphanage."

The dizziness is getting stronger and stronger.

orphan.Why is Song Si an orphan, who is the loving middle-aged couple in memory, what is the ordinary family depicted in the novel, and where is the deviation? Is this the real world?

No, this is Wang Jiawen's sea of ​​consciousness.Song Si thought.

What about the real world?He realized again in despair, is the world of the novel real, is the world before time travel real, and is the world after time travel real?If everything is false, will he be in a huge and realistic sea of ​​consciousness, thinking that everything is real?

His voice was trembling, and he asked again: "Song Si, do you know that there is something growing in your brain, it is a creature that lives in the gap between high-dimensional and low-dimensional, its name is Twin Butterfly..."

Xiao Song Si, who was only in his early ten years old, changed his face suddenly.

He suddenly stood up from the table, with a cold light in his eyes, and said loudly: "You are not Ah Jin! Who are you?"

As his voice fell to the ground, countless low voices sounded from all directions, seeming to be laughing, seeming to be mocking, suddenly approaching and far away: "Someone broke in, haha, hahaha... Stranger, miscellaneous!" Kind of, monster, hahahaha..."

Song Si stepped back abruptly, the entire face of Wang Jiawen, the owner of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, was distorted, black cracks split his skin, countless turning pupils looked at him through the cracks, the pupils were bloodshot red, At the same time, it swelled and became bulging, and then countless small insects crawled out of it, one or two at first, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Jiawen's whole body was like a melting candle, and the insects merged into dripping wax tears, moving towards the Song Si's direction rushed over.

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