Hit ghost

"What live broadcast?" Ji Duan felt inexplicable. He looked at the screen of the mobile phone held by Lin Ranran, which displayed a live broadcast platform page.

"It's a live broadcast. Don't think that I don't know that you will stay up late at night and secretly give gifts to the female anchor." Lin Ranran took a picture of the phone in Ji Duan's arms, and then looked at Ji Duan with thieves' eyes. See through the unspoken mystery.

"Isn't this just a little personal interest of yours? Don't think you can use amnesia as an excuse. After the phone data is restored, the background data is clearly written, my dear brother."

She snatched the mobile phone from Ji Duan's hand again, without any scruples about the influence, hooked Ji Duan's neck and forced him to look at the screen.

There are 328 anchors in the watch list, all walks of life and everything, but Ji Duan doesn't remember that he has paid attention to these. He watched Lin Ranran's fingers keep sliding up, and the names of those anchors made him dizzy.

"I refuse." Ji Duan pushed away Lin Ranran's cheap little face, and for some reason there was an inexplicable sense of resistance, "Did you follow the account when you restored the data, do I look like a person who swipes like this? "

Taking advantage of Lin Ranran's unpreparedness, he snatched the mobile phone from the girl. His previous mobile phone was broken into pieces in the car accident. Now this is Lin Ranran's newly bought one. The important data in it was also restored by professionals. .

"Smelly girl, you want to fool your brother, don't you?"

Ji Duan threw the phone to the hospital bed, Lin Ranran saw that he didn't trust him, and curled his lips pretending to be angry: "Hum! What are you doing, isn't it because you are afraid that you will be bored by holding a book every day? It's so kind to be treated like a donkey! "

"Let's talk!" Lin Ranran stood in front of Ji Duan, who was trying to avoid him, with his hands on his hips, "This phone is completely copied from the data of the broken one. If you say you don't watch the live broadcast, why is there an app for the live broadcast platform? ?”

The two fell into a brief silence, as if they felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Ji Duan frowned, picked up Lin Ranran's backpack, and vaguely wanted to drive him away.

"Go, go, the kid has learned to take care of your brother? What about Secretary Liu, let him take you to dinner!" Ji Duan pushed Lin Ranran, and "drive" her out of the door mercilessly, "I want Go to sleep."

Lin Ranran hurriedly turned around to pick the door. Before the door was completely closed, she quickly said, "What are you sleeping for? You just woke up...Anyway, don't forget to watch the live broadcast!"

The door closed with a "snap", and Ji Duan returned to the bed. He looked at the mobile phone sent by Lin Ranran, feeling a little hesitant in his heart.

One thing Lin Ranran said was right, he was indeed always watching the live broadcast in private, of course it was a serious live broadcast, as for not admitting it just now, it was just because he didn't want to lose face in front of the girl.

After all, Lin Ranran has always been given a rigid image of hard work and no entertainment. If she knew that she secretly watched the live broadcast in private, she might be ridiculed.

"How did this little girl become such a thief." Ji Duan tilted his head in doubt, and sat back on the bed again. He turned on the phone, and the main page of the screen was still on the watch list.

Ji Duan slid down the screen one by one, and one after another, familiar or unfamiliar avatars and names flashed in front of his eyes, and he suddenly stopped in front of one avatar.

It was a black cat, but it was different from the usual cats. Ji Duan thought about it carefully, and the difference seemed to be that he seemed to recognize this black cat.

Sweeping his gaze to the side along the profile picture, the account ID only has two words: Xie Jin.

Ji Duan frowned subconsciously. I don't know why he was inexplicably familiar with this name. Is it because this anchor was at the bottom of his watch list?

He clicked on the head of the black cat, and his phone page jumped to Xie Jin's homepage. Except for the top video, the latest video was released last month.

It seems that this person has been too busy to update recently, Ji Duan thought to himself, and clicked on the top video.

At the beginning of the video, a man's face appeared in front of the camera. The man's hair was a little long. Although it could be seen that he wanted to make himself look as neat as possible, the thin forehead hair still blocked most of his face.

The man was sitting in a dilapidated looking room, so dark that his face was almost sunk in the darkness behind him.

"Fans and friends of Pioneering Spirit, hello, I'm the anchor Xie Jin..." A slightly hoarse voice came to his ears, and Ji Duan suddenly felt something stirring in his brain. Although those words sounded weak, but for To him, it is comparable to the magic sound that disturbs the mind.

Before the onset of the attack, he cut the phone page out of the live broadcast platform. At this time, the sun outside the window was just right, and the strong sunlight entered the room, but Ji Duan couldn't feel a trace of warmth.

"Who is Xie Jin? This man... Who is it?"

Ji Duan hugged his head and curled himself up in the soft stiff neck. He let out a low growl amid the bouts of headache, but it was so powerless for the more complex nervous system of the brain.

In a trance, he suddenly had doubts about himself, wondering if he had forgotten some important things during the period of injury.

If not, why did he have a strange feeling of déjà vu towards that anchor named Xie Jin?

There was also the dilapidated furnishings of the hut. He had obviously never been to any dilapidated place like that, but he was very familiar with it.

Not in memory, but in a place deeper than memory, there is a gap in something hidden in the deepest part of my heart.

It was a very old rental house, but it was always full of sunshine. Someone was bickering and joking there, who was it?

In the living room outside the ward, Lin Ranran was sitting on the sofa. Beside her were two medical staff in white uniforms. They were watching Ji Duan's every move in the room through the one-way glass.

"Miss Lin, Mr. Ji..." One of the medical staff pointed to the syringe in his hand to Lin Ranran, as if worried about what was going on inside.

"Don't go in first, if the attack is not as serious as last time, don't give him a sedative easily." Lin Ranran said decisively, but it is not difficult to see her subconsciously biting her lips to see worry.

She had a panoramic view of everything that happened in the house, including Ji Duan's low growl just now, which was heard in Lin Ranran's ears through the sound transmission system equipped with this one-way glass.

Now you can only rely on yourself, brother, Lin Ranran stared at the young man curled up on the bed, and said silently in his heart.

After maintaining this posture for a long time, the inexplicable headache finally disappeared. Ji Duan let out a long breath. When he came back to his senses, he found that the hospital gown on his body was completely soaked in sweat. Clinging to his back, it was sticky and uncomfortable.

He pulled up his clothes and shook, turned over and changed his posture, and then looked at the mobile phone lying quietly beside him.

The screen of the phone was already black, and it automatically locked the screen after he swiped out of the live broadcast platform, Ji Duan reached for it and held it in his hand.

What was that feeling just now?He didn't know, but he could vaguely guess that it might be related to this Xie Jin. Ji Duan stared at the phone screen, and when it was about to go dark, he clicked on the top video again.

As expected, the headache came one after another, but this time Ji Duan gritted his teeth and endured it. He resisted the feeling that his head was going to explode. He watched the top video over and over again, looked at the man's thin chin, and suddenly felt The face is wet.

Ji Duan threw away the phone, hugged his head and curled himself up. He touched his face and couldn't believe that he was crying.

He didn't even know the reason for crying, was his head hurting too much?Or is it because the man in the video repeats that boring comeback talk over and over again?

Ji Duan didn't know, he buried his face in the pillow and sobbed in this empty room.He was so uncomfortable, there was something stuck in his mind, as if he was imprisoning his mind and remembering something.

That feeling was too uncomfortable, like a lock that couldn't be unlocked by all means, he could only beat on the door feebly, trying to recognize the powerlessness in vain.

"Zi la... vomit..." The voice on the phone seemed to have changed, it was no longer the man who called Xie Jin just now, but changed into electromagnetic signal fluctuations and the sound of someone's heart-piercing vomiting.

Ji Duan sniffed, and his brain became clearer, so he half-raised his body and grabbed the phone. Sure enough, he accidentally touched it when he threw it back on the bed just now. Now it is playing the video below the top.

"Oh, I was thinking that I was wrong and used the child as medicine, which is a sin." Ji Duan heard it, the tone was inexplicably familiar, and the owner of the voice seemed to be the white-haired Taoist priest who came to visit in the morning.

Did the Taoist know Xie Jin before?Just as Ji Duan was speculating about the relationship between Wen Liang and Xie Jin in his mind, he heard a more familiar voice.

"Uncle Xie, stand back!"

Every word, even every syllable, he is very familiar with, Ji Duan's pupils widened in shock, he actually heard his own voice in this video!

It was... his own voice.

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a small theater

Ji Duan thought that no one could see what he was doing (including holding his head and crying), but he didn't know that outside the one-way glass, his sister and medical staff watched with gusto (no)

Lin: brother, you are crying

discipline:?I don't