Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Even Song Si began to feel frightened by such a psychological change.

No one noticed the change in his thoughts, and everyone was absorbed in discussing the details of the operation.

Song Si anxiously clenched his left hand, scraped his palm back and forth with his nails, and looked absently at Chu Mingyi at the front of the office.

Chu Mingyi was standing in front of the projection, showing everyone the map of the day of the operation.

The location of the protest is Wutong Street in front of the court in M ​​City. The court was transformed from the former French Concession. In order to protect the cultural relics, this neighborhood has been made into one of the tourist attractions. There are no large-scale commercial venues planned around it. There are some antique low buildings, and there is a sightseeing food festival less than one kilometer away.

The flow of people is large, the road conditions are complicated, and the monitoring facilities are relatively small.

Chu Mingyi circled two points on the map, one in the library directly opposite the court, and the other in an alley more than 800 meters away from the court.

"This is the trading place we agreed with the drug dealer," Chu Mingyi first pointed to the alley, "There is no monitoring in front, back, left, and right. There are eight private food stores in it, and there is a lot of traffic on weekdays, so it is difficult to track. We need to set up the cameras in advance."

"Will Zhang Qi go with us?" Xu Xinxin asked.

Chu Mingyi said: "He has been insisting and wants to act together with us. But Zhang Qi is not in the system after all, and it is very difficult to deal with problems. I am going to let him go."

"..." Xu Xinxin was quiet for two seconds, "Boss, it goes without saying that you are so aboveboard..."

Chu Mingyi pointed the laser pointer at the library opposite the court again, and turned his gaze to Song Si: "This is Song Si's task location. There is a small balcony on the second floor of this library, and there is a small rest area on the balcony. Enclosed to the glass, you can clearly see the street below, you are responsible for the ability screening of the area as far as your eyes can see, and Xu Xinxin and Lin Ying are responsible for protecting your safety."

The three people who were named nodded and began to look carefully at the building structure of that piece.Chu Mingyi talked about the arrangements for colleagues in the fourth department. Everyone gathered around a desk, took out banknotes, and discussed the details.

Song Si's mind was always in a mess. While listening to his colleagues' opinions, his thoughts were flying wildly, thinking of many messy things.

Wang Jiawen once told him quietly that the organization paid 500 million yuan for his life, and it was Zhu Hongjia who finally took over the task. Not only did Zhu Hongjia fail, but he even put himself in it.

Then, new conditions were added to the newly released mission.

They did not want Song Si's life, and asked to "restrict his personal freedom under the condition of ensuring his life safety."

Maybe it's because of his healing ability, maybe because he knows something else, Song Si doesn't dare to think deeply now, and can only comfort himself like a self-deprecating: In Thursday's actions, he is the safest of all the one.

If something goes wrong in the action that day, unfortunately, he is really "restricted on personal freedom". Given his current physical condition, he might be able to get a part-time job in the organization and become a spy inside the organization...

"Song Si, are you listening?"

Song Si raised his head and met Chu Mingyi's piercing eyes.

These eyes always seem to be able to see through everything, making Song Si's heart skip two beats, and he involuntarily looks away.

Chu Mingyi immediately said: "What are you hiding from? Don't dare to look at me?"

Song Si had no choice but to turn his gaze back again, but he no longer looked at Chu Mingyi's eyes, but only stared at his lips: "I'm listening, I have no objection."

"Then what did I just say?" Chu Mingyi asked again.

Song Si sat up uncomfortably like a student who was called while sleeping in class, and said, "I forgot."

Chu Mingyi looked at him, sighed, said nothing, and repeated the topic just now: "I just said that your identity is the most special among us, and you have been assassinated by them twice. So when the time comes, you must Safety should be the first priority, retreat immediately if there is any problem, don't be arrogant, don't get on top, and listen to the judgments of Xu Xinxin and Lin Ying."

Song Si nodded: "Okay, I will remember."

Chu Ming glanced at him distrustfully, and Song Si lowered his head.

After a whole day of preparation, Yu Yiming was busy sorting out all the monitoring equipment in the block, Xu Xinxin was busy looking for a suitable sniper spot, Lin Zheng was still rushing to apply for action, Tian Li and Chu Mingyi were busy searching the forum, only Song Si Sitting at the workstation, reading the experimental report of the black market Ninghai medicine.

120 Eight test subjects, all died.Twenty of them mutated, eight showed obvious fluctuations in abilities, and three completed the mutation.

Compared with normal Ninghai medicine experiments under the same conditions, this "Xinninghai medicine" circulating in the black market has more obvious side effects, the probability of mutation and supernatural powers has also increased significantly, and the content of active ingredients has directly doubled.

Such drugs are circulating in the market, and the purpose is obvious.

They are no longer satisfied with the existing number of supernatural beings, and hope to take the initiative to screen and create mutations through a large area of ​​the black market.

The report was submitted to the Tang Bureau at the same time. This was no longer a matter that one department of the three departments could handle. The second and fourth departments also began to participate in the investigation of abnormal patients in major hospitals.

Song Si stood on the fifth floor of the Special Investigation Bureau and saw seven or eight cars dispatched by the bureau in one afternoon.

Holding today's medicine in his hand, he moved it back and forth, holding it for more than an hour before throwing it into his mouth.

In the past few days, the three departments have returned to a busy state, basically all the staff worked overtime, and the lights were still brightly lit at twelve o'clock.Song Si has always been resistant to the clinic, and he didn't want to go back and face the handwritten novel again, so he lived in the office for three days in a row.

Chu Mingyi lives next door to him.

Song Si was a little scared of him, he didn't dare to put the medicines in the drawer carelessly, took them out, stuffed them into the package of painkillers, and then hid them in the file bag.

When Chu Mingyi went to take a bath, he would quietly take out the medicine and take it like a thief.

Chu Mingyi knew something was wrong with him, and after staring at him for a few days, he still couldn't find what was wrong. He was always restless, and couldn't sleep well at night. He got up at three o'clock in the middle of the night, and quietly ran to Song Si's room to see him fall asleep. did not fall asleep.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a black figure sitting on the head of the bed, with his head slightly lowered, motionless.

Chu Ming, who was mentally strong, was not frightened. Instead, he closed the door and said, "If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing sitting around?"

Song Si on the bed turned his head, was silent for a while, and said, "You don't sleep, what are you doing in my room?"

The tone was very cold, with a little alienation, but his eyes fell directly on Chu Mingyi.

Chu Mingyi reached out to turn on the light.

He was so busy during this period that he was inevitably negligent in many small things. After the lights were turned on, he realized that Song Si seemed to have lost a lot of weight during this period, his cheekbones had slightly protruded, and his facial features had become more outstanding. The feeling of indifference became more and more obvious.

"I'm looking at the parking lot near the court. I'm tired. Come in and see if you kicked the quilt." Chu Mingyi made up an excuse casually, and his tone softened, "Insomnia?"

Song Si on the bedside made a sigh-like sound from deep in his nasal cavity.

The sigh was very light, but with an indescribable heaviness.

Chu Mingyi's heart was pricked with a thin needle, causing numb pain.

Song Si waved at him.

He felt that such Song Si was a bit strange, and he couldn't control his actions, so he couldn't help but walked towards the bed and sat down in the chair next to him.

The distance between the two was less than two meters, Song Si's eyes reflected the soft sleep light, and his pupils looked like glass beads made of colored glaze.

"Anything you want to say?" Chu Mingyi asked him.

Song Si let out a "hmm".

For no reason, Chu Mingyi recalled the scene he saw in Song Si's Sea of ​​Consciousness. A thin and handsome boy was sitting on a swing, beckoning him to come to him, and then stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck. .

Chu Mingyi subconsciously looked at Song Si's lips: "You must have some opinions on Thursday's actions, right? I don't think you speak much during the day."

Song Si smiled at him, and spoke naturally, but what he said was an unrelated topic:

"Chu Mingyi, do you have a crush on me?"

Chu Mingyi was startled, the hairs all over his body stood upside down, and the heart in his chest began to beat wildly——

"What?" He suddenly became inarticulate, "Why did you suddenly say... say such things?"

Song Si stretched out his arms, wrapping around Chu Mingyi's shoulders like in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Si's face was clearly reflected in Chu Mingyi's eyes, his pupils were constricting, and his intense heartbeat was oozing out through his pores.

"I'm sorry," Song Si leaned over and pressed his cheek against his, "Thank you."

With a light touch, one is cold and the other is hot.

Song Si quickly let go of his hands, away from Chu Mingyi's cheeks, reached out and turned off the sleep light, looked at the person who was still shocked in the chair, and retracted into the quilt.

"you……"

Song Si had already closed his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy, good night."