Oracle [Transmigration Book]

It was the first time a movie was shown in this world. The plot was wonderful, the actors were excellent, the theater was full, and the audience was immersed in it in silence. Only Song Si fell asleep halfway through.

Even in sleep, he has no right to dream.Consciousness is the backbone that supports the world. For 15 years, he never drank alcohol, never fell into a deep sleep, and lay on the bed every night just closed his eyes and rested his mind. But today he was very sleepy for some reason, and he leaned against Wu Jin's body unconsciously. On the shoulders, I slept in a real sense.

He also dreamed.

He dreamed that he was standing on the balcony of the Third Division of the Special Investigation Bureau arguing with Chu Mingyi, complaining that the milk-flavored ice cream he bought was unpalatable, and asked him to buy vanilla flavor again. Chu Mingyi argued hard, trying to prove the milk-flavored ice cream. It tasted better than the vanilla one. In the end, Song Si became anxious and wiped his beard with cream.

Then Chu Mingyi hugged him and exchanged a milk-ice cream-flavored kiss, trying to get away with it.Song Siyue laughed, and suddenly woke up from the soft touch of his lips. His eyes were moistened by the light of the movie screen, and he stretched out his hand to touch his lips in a daze.

It was so real, as if someone actually kissed him in this world.

He turned his head to look at Wu Jin beside him, Wu Jin was also looking at him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you having a nightmare?"

Song Si stared at him, his eyes fell on his lips, Wu Jin's earlobes slowly turned red, his body tensed, he rolled his Adam's apple nervously, and his gaze quickly passed over Song Si's slightly moist face from sleep. Mouth: "See what I do?"

Not Wu Jin.Song Si no longer read the minds of the people around him, looked away, leaned back in the chair as if he was exhausted, and murmured to himself: "I actually fell asleep..."

"Is it uncomfortable?" Wu Jin covered the back of his hand with his palm, "Why don't we go back first."

The noise from the surround speakers in the movie theater made him have a splitting headache. He nodded, and he and Wu Jin quietly left early. When they walked outside, they realized that it was raining at some point, and the rain was cloudy, which looked weird.Feeling guilty, Song Si sent Wu Jin to buy an umbrella, walked into the rain by himself, stretched out his hand, and put the rainwater into his mouth.

Rain is the taste of milk flavored ice cream.

Some commuters in the rain were wiping their clothes and complaining: "What kind of rain is this? Why is it still sticky? The air quality is really getting worse." Song Si turned and went back to the mall, sighing , looking up at the gray sky.

The rain stopped and the sky cleared up again.

Wu Jin, who came back from buying an umbrella, let out an "ah" and said in surprise, "The rain stopped so soon."

Song Sidao: "Then let's go."

The street was filled with the smell of milk, Wu Jin frowned sharply, and reached out to touch the rain on Song Si's cheek, Song Si grabbed his wrist and quickened his pace: "My head hurts, walk faster. "

Wu Jin's attention was shifted to his headache, he didn't bother with the smell of milk anymore, and drove home.As soon as the engine started, the previous news channel began to play automatically in the car: "...at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, there was a sudden heavy rain of milk flavor in our city. Experts are analyzing the quality of the rain, and it is not ruled out that it will affect the human body. Please avoid going out as much as possible..."

"Milk-flavored rain?" Wu Jin frowned again, "It's so strange."

Song Sidao: "The cause of the air pollution."

"I also smelled milk just now. What kind of pollution can make it rain like that?"

Song Si pretended to be tired, leaned against the co-pilot and closed his eyes to fall asleep. Sure enough, Wu Jin stopped chatting and turned off the car radio so that he could sleep peacefully for a while.

On a snowmelt day, the temperature is very cold.

The milk-flavored rain was just the beginning. Not long after returning home, Song Si felt unprecedentedly cold and exhausted, as if the energy in his body had been sucked into a vacuum, and he could only huddle in the thick quilt and keep shaking, but he could not sleep hot .Wu Jin was worried about him and didn't go back to school. He cooked hot radish ribs soup for him for dinner. He put his warm palm on his forehead and said worriedly: "You have a fever."

It is impossible for Song Si to get sick.

He couldn't think about what was wrong with him anymore, he grabbed Wu Jin's palm and moved his cold cheeks upwards.Wu Jin was slightly stunned, looked at the pale teacher with deep eyes, let him drag him, and asked softly, "Is it still cold?"

Song Si nodded.

He took off his coat and sweater, leaving only his close-fitting underwear, got into Song Si's cold bed, and hugged him whole.

Song Si was in a trance from burning, leaning on the hot body of the person next to his pillow, struggling to support the last ray of reason to keep the world running.Oh Jin is talking something beside him, and he doesn't have the energy to listen.He thought of Chu Mingyi again.

Thinking of him being imprisoned in the dark room in the deep sea, Chu Mingyi lurked in, got into his quilt, and the two hugged, kissed, and talked about nothing new like an affair... Are those real memories? ?Reincarnation, Song Si thought, is it already a matter of the previous life?

"you hate me."

Wu Jin's voice was close to his ear, with gentle warmth.An inexplicable topic, an inexplicable and very affirmative statement, Song Si's teeth were chattering, he opened his eyelids and looked at the enemy he had personally raised from five to 20 years old, biting his back molars hard, his consciousness was still immersed in the memory of the submarine , hissed and said "hate", Wu Jin held his face and stared at him for a long time, as if he wanted to see through his appearance and see his deep heart: "I don't know what happened, no matter what it is, teacher ,sorry."

Song Si wanted to laugh out loud, but the cold made him unable to make a sound.He actually waited for Wu Jin's apology in this world, but what's the point of apologizing?The corners of his eyes were moist, Wu Jin carefully wiped the liquid dry, hugged him tighter, and said in a warm voice like telling a story: "When I was 12 years old, I also had a high fever that never went away. Waking up with palpitations, I opened my eyes and saw you standing beside my bed like a sculpture, with murderous intent in your cold eyes. I was so scared that I called you teacher in a low voice, and then you picked me up and fed me medicine , gave me an injection, and took care of me all night."

Song Si closed his eyes again, and Wu Jin's voice continued, with a hint of nostalgia: "When I was younger, when I was eight or nine years old, my classmates and I went to play near a dilapidated pharmaceutical factory. You don't know why He lost his temper, hit me with a broom, and then hugged me and said sorry..."

"and also……"

"say no more."

Wu Jin laughed twice, and the laughter was a little low: "Stop talking. Teacher, no matter what reason you hate me, I will never hate you."

"My life belongs to you, you are my... God."

Song Si had a severe headache and split into two halves in the confusion and contradiction between true and false. The real half faded and became unreal like a dream. , with new fetters and concerns.The people around him were not adopted by Liu Cenning, nor did they cook eagles in the Ninghai Group. They are pure and innocent, and even kind-hearted. Going to work as a nursing home for the elderly, he is Wu Jin, but not Wu Jin, just like himself now, he is Song Si, but not Song Si.

If Chu Ming wanted to...

Chu Mingyi.

Song Si felt another wave of palpitations, he suddenly opened his eyes, and thought of a extravagant possibility - he became so weak for no reason, was it because Chu Mingyi entered this world?

Chu Mingyi's ability is overbearing, maybe he is trying to shield the magnetic field of this world!

Song Si's chest jumped, and he searched back and forth with all his energy, but he couldn't find any trace of intrusion. If it was really Chu Mingyi, where would he be?How can I get in touch with him?

The sudden idea touched him, but his mental strength was completely exhausted in several searches, his body fell into an ice cellar, and a part of the world began to derail.Wu Jin gently rubbed his cold arm with his palm, and said worriedly, "Shall I give you some antipyretics? You're shaking so badly."

Song Si was trembling from the cold. He grabbed Wu Jin's hand and opened his mouth to ask him to light up the fireplace, but before the sound came out, he felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and the world was getting more and more out of control.Suddenly flames appeared everywhere, and thick black smoke soon filled the entire room.Wu Jin stood up: "Is it on fire? Why is it so hot all of a sudden!"

Song Si stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, Wu Jin went to the bathroom to wet a towel while calling the fire alarm, took Song Si out of the quilt, and covered his mouth and nose with the towel, only to find that the surrounding area was already raging, and the flames surrounded them. The bedroom presented a weird perfect circle, like something alive.

"Teacher," Wu Jin murmured, "am I dreaming?"

Song Si's sanity was not clear enough, he put his arms around Wu Jin's neck, with the fire shining on his face, he sighed: "It's so warm."

When the voice fell to the ground, the fire rushed towards them like a prairie fire. Wu Jin couldn't care less about thinking so much. He held Song Sihu in his arms, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the fire in the direction of the window, wanting to jump out from the second floor .The flames were real, he wasn't dreaming, his flesh was roasted, black smoke poured into his lungs, the pain made him almost unable to hold the person in his arms.The reinforced concrete walls had been burned like a wooden frame, and the windows were gone. He was burned like a man of fire, and he rushed out from the second floor, his back facing down, using his body as a pad, and fell hard on the ground covered with snow. on the ground.

He lost consciousness in horrible pain.

After Wu Jin lost consciousness, the force that disturbed Song Si gradually dissipated...

Stars hang in the sky on a cold winter night.

Lying on his back in Wu Jin's warm blood, Song Si slowly recovered his reason.The alley was quiet, the fire was fierce, and there were no residents around to watch.He got up, put out the fire, and restored the burnt charcoal of the clinic to its original state. After staring at the door for a long time, he finally mustered up the courage to look back at Wu Jin on the ground.

The blood soaked the snow, Wu Jin's whole body was burned, his limbs were limply bent, and he was still tightly clutching the wet towel used to cover Song Si's mouth and nose.

Song Si was trembling.

what is this?

His enemy, the mortal enemy who caused him to be imprisoned here for 15 years, even gave up his life to save him.

Song Si's chest was full of complex emotions, and the world was affected by him, gathering heavy dark clouds.He stared blankly at the blood-drenched man, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.Under his gaze, Wu Jin's scorched flesh and blood recovered little by little, his broken hands and feet reunited, and even the blood stains on the snow surface returned to his body... In less than two seconds, the intact Wu Jin opened his eyes. Eyes, looking at Song Si with some confusion.

Song Si did not edit his memory.

It took him a while to regain consciousness, then he frowned, got up from the snow, took two steps in the direction of Song Si, and stopped suddenly.

"As you can see," Song Si evoked a warm smile, "This is a false world created by me."

"You and I have been trapped here for 15 years," he took the initiative to walk in front of Wu Jin, "Today, my companion should have entered your sea of ​​consciousness, trying to get my attention, which will lead to uncontrolled rain and fire."

Wu Jin's face was pale, staring at Song Si's open and closed lips, silent.He didn't say anything, Song Si had been waiting, but finally he asked: "Are you leaving?"

Song Si looked away and said, "I will tell you everything."

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