Mist

"How is the situation inside?"

Song Qing's voice came from Song Qing.

In the subcutaneous communicator, Song Qingyi tried to maintain a consistent sense of reason, but the tail inevitably leaked his anxiety.

There is a layer of steps in the season, and the machine is mechanically.

"Seasonal rain." Song Qingxiao said, "Speak!"

The quiet restored.

Another foot walk disappears.

When the rain, I saw the little back of the book downstairs from the window of the corridor. Yellow raincoat is a waterproof cloth, and the rain drifted rainfall, forming a dense water. He passed through the shadow of the camphor tree, soon disappeared in the field of view.

"It is me." When the rain replied in the mind, I replied to Song Qingyi. The tone was more calm than he thought. "I am the so-called murderer encountered in the corridor ... I can't see the face of the face." The murderer "is me."

The two have been waiting for the murderer until the Song Qingyan handed her hoodie for him, and he was appreciated by the rain, he understood this.

Song Qingwei's breathing was suspended for two seconds, and the words were swearing immediately.

He also understood that the so-called argumentation in the season is to demonstrate what it is, the so-called time to complete the established things again, what has been demonstrated in the tail snake mission!

Don't say that it is the season of the rain, even the old man of this bureau is calm.

No murderer, then the case of Shengyun really will really commit suicide? Or will there be another murderer?

Song Qingyi wants to rush into the community because he is more than an atmosphere to understand the current situation and mood.

However, when he can't go to comfort season in this time, he can't take everything in this time. He is shocked. He can only compromise and asked quickly: "How do you plan?"

During the season, lip said: "I am going to ... Continue."

He re-opened his step and went downstairs.

In the seventeenth year, the dark clouds were pressed.

He can't remember him, even thought that he didn't see it, but never thought that it was ourselves.

Everything is because everything is also fruit.

Everything he is doing now, which is what is done in the past, which has changed? he does not know. He can only follow the first intuition in the heart, to perform it, maybe it will be truly painted this round - this is the only way he can find the truth.

I heard his answer, Song Qingyi was terrible in the private channel.

"Okay." He said, "I am accompany you here."

When the rain, I didn't know if I responded to this sentence. Maybe I should have "um", maybe there is no.

He stopped his footsteps in the new layer.

Did not pay attention to your breath is very urgent, and I have not left to my heart is so fast.

It is a familiar black old door in front of you.

One minute ago, the eight-year-old Shengzheng closed it and went to school.

Seventeen years ago, I was here to never.

He raised his hand and rang the doorbell.

No one answered.

He once again responded to the doorbell, because he knew that his father was still at home.

This time I opened.

Young professor wearing glasses appeared behind the door, looked at him outside the door, asked: "Are you?"

I heard the voice of Shengyun, and the breathing of Song Qingyi in the private channel suddenly tight.

In the season, the eyelashes were gently trembled, and I didn't know because of the merits of the simulation of the face, or because he had collapsed to numbness, it seems to be calm and natural: "Mr. Sheng, I am called the season."

Not Sheng Wei.

It is a season of rain.

The name is a code, but it is enough to change his goal for his life.

"Seasonal rain?"

"Yes, it is a ticker called me, can I go in?"

I heard a friend, the other party is just a season.

Sheng Yun only hesitated a moment to nod: "You come in."

The season is moving in the season.

This step, no one knows how important it is for him.

There is no female chemical atmosphere, and even some are too messy.

He turned, and he looked at the round of the memory of the milky Boston fern. How many times did the midnight dream, he thought that he would give it a multi-packed water.

"Please sit." Shengyun took the clothes that were stacked on the sofa, showing the position, "I am sorry to be a little chaotic at home."

Seasonal rain: "Thank you."

The Shengyun in front of the eyes changed the clothes, not two or three minutes ago and the set of Sheng Hao.

In the memory of the season, he clearly remembers the father in a light gray shirt, black trousers during this day. His eyes turned not far from the table, the plate was not allowed to collect, and there was still half of the food in the plate of Shengyun, and the father is actually very unstoppable. Even if the residue is dropped in the West On your pants, you will not be replaced as long as you can't see it. In this case, I happened once when I had breakfast, my father just consciously took the residue on the west pants, and she started to write notes while having breakfast.

At this time, the Shengyun in front of him, but replaced a beige pants, and even the clothes were changed.

The people are passenger, and Shengyun went to pour the water at the season: "How can I don't make a call? I have to trust you. I have to go to work."

Seasonal rain: "I met your son just now, so I know you at home."

Shengyun's voice went to the kitchen: "No wonder, just don't have a doorbell, I thought he had something to have forgotten."

The eyes of the season rain fell on a file next to the bookshelf, these are the information that the father organizes, it can be said that all of these years are here.

They should be placed in the study, but they appeared in the living room.

He used to recall countless times, every time I saw this file, but why didn't he notice this?

The water in the kitchen sounds.

It is Sheng Yun in the glass.

Starting up at the season, go to that stack.

I saw that the top of the information was in the morning of the father in the morning, and the father used to work on the transparent panel used to work.

He asked: "Do you pick up so much information?"

The water stopped.

Sheng Yun did not answer.

The quarterly, the consciousness took two steps forward and came to the entrance of the study.

Here the door is closed, and the mouth is blocked, and the fresh red blood is flowing out, quietly incompetent, it is difficult to notice.

In an instant, the ears were frozen when the rain was raining.

In the past seventeen years ago, Sheng Hao, who came home, was found in the study, and the father fell in the bloody body.

"", a sound.

When the season, I turned back, the Shengyun after the body put down the glass of half a glass of water, and the cup wall left fingerprint.

They have been opposite.

It's a moment of needles.

"Why don't you talk?" Song Qingwang in private channel, "What's wrong ?!"

I looked at the Shengyun in front of the rain, I heard myself: "Who are you?"

Sheng Yun did not speak.

"Or, which year, is you from Shengyun?" When the season, he said that he suddenly took a meal, soon continued to answer this question with the statement, "I think you should come from a year ago, also It was on April 6, 1435. When you come to work, I found that all the clothes were too busy. I didn't have clothes, I had to match my body. This beige pants are originally matched with a white The blouse, unfortunately after dinner on October 14, 1434, Sheng Hao used a washing machine, because I don't understand the logo, I accidentally remove the clothes. "

The triviality between the father and son a year ago, the trivial matter was taken with him, and the worse was no longer, and the clouds were vigilant: "Who are you ?!"

The season is also silent.

The blood of the study is still spread, and the color of the carpet is constantly deepening.

When I went home in the afternoon, I will find that the carpet is completely wetted, the air is filled with bloody smell, and there is also a blood on the floor of the living room. Then he will open the door of the study in the doubt, see everything in his life after seeing the door.

I took out a small, black and white game palm in the season. It has a piece of mottled, it is already very worn, I don't know how many years have been used.

Now, on the mesh cabinet with the water cup, I also put a dark gaming machine, which is a small gift for the son a year ago.

In the season, I pushed the in the hand.

Two-step gaming machine is one new, exactly the same.

Sheng Yunru was shocked by lightning, all of this, everything, the whole person is in place: "You -"

The tears will come out from the east of the season.

Sheng Yun Xiu woke up, he stepped over, but he slightly, when he stood there, he rushed to the stack of information and transparent panels when they were raining.

I have never I feel so cold at the season.

Even in the Caros task, it is better to be frozen, and it is better than the current feelings: "Why ?!"

Sheng Yun closed information, just got out of two steps, finally fell back: "I have to do this!"

The season is still asking: "Why ?!"

When the tears came in the season, a blunt is in the face, and the appearance of the simulated face is fragile. The truth makes him on the verge of collapse, not Qi Zhi, only hysterically, "Why do you do this ?!"

"You listen to me, this is the only way to get out of the project!" Shengyun hugged the document with the transparent panel, "these information is very important to me, I have planned for a year. I can't do it a year ago, because there is still a lot of puzzles that have not been broken, I gave myself a year, this year, I have to study all things well! So I will be available after a year! "

In the face of young men who have been almost high, Sheng Yun can't use the father's tone. It is said that it is a full explanation for his son. It is better to give him a complete explanation: "Human is not God, time has to continue Continue linear way, don't want to change its way of operation! I have to stop! "

The lips are ignorant during the season: "So you ..."

In order to terminate the project, you will kill yourself from the project. !

Shengyun double eyes red: "I just didn't expect the agreement of the agreement, I will encounter you from the future!"

To be here, he can't stop leaving tears, "I am sorry for you."

They span each year with the 17th year of the year, they meet in the room carrying two memories.

Two generations of traversers, two different purposes.

"So this is destined?" The season is blurred in the season, "I planned to die today?"

"It is the death of the biological sense." Time is urgent, the voice of Sheng Yun is very fast, "I will return a time point a year ago, from there to other time and space, maybe a few years later, or go Twenty years later, I will try to stay there for a long time until I finish my project, I will find a better balance, let the time run forward! "

Sheng Hao. "

"Dad didn't really die." He said, "You have to be strong."

......

"The inspectors are coming."

The season is shaking when rain.

When he returned to God, the house was already empty, and the bloody smell of the rest of the book was more and more.

He slammed his mouth and ran out of the door, two steps and stepped down the stairs.

The happened, there is nothing to change history, but he has more words, there are more questions to ask!

Through the subcutaneous communication device, when the season, shouted in the private channel: "Song Qingyi!"

It's always waiting for it, Song Qingyi has not paused in a second: "I am."

I heard these two words, heard the voice of Song Qing, and the nose was sour when the rain was raining.

Don't use him to say that it is required to export, Song Qing, who has heard the whole thing in the community, completely understand his thoughts.

"Rest assured." The sound of the nice is very cold, "I saw him."

When I ran through the shades of the Year of the New Year, I ran out of the eight years to carry all the communities of all childhood memories.

At this time, it was still thinking about the season, it is no wonder that this matter is judged as suicide!

A person will kill themselves from the moment, as long as they return to their original time and space after killing the future, if they continue to live and do not change their ideas, they will wait until they will kill themselves from the past. This is just a perfect ring, no flaws.

In the past, the future is interlaced, and it is like a spider web that is not open.

The more you think, the more you feel fear.

and many more!

When the season, stop, if this is the case, then - the father in death, you should know that you will encounter yourself from the past, and from the future!

In other words, my father knows the ending of death on the day of death at least a year in advance.

Laughing to life and death, plain, this is what kind of perseverance and perseverance can do? !

There are too many questions in the season, and there are too many unwilling to answer.

He ran to the community in a breath. At the point of the place, the rain, the bus across the street, the busy office worker gathered, and the student party took away. Sheng Yun is more familiar with the monitoring system here, it is certainly not in a prominent position, so Shengyun has no one.

When the bus is walking, the pedestrians on the streets in the rain are rare.

When the season, I suddenly saw it in a direction, and my breathing became rush - with a precise and good vision, he saw the figure of Shengyun's back bag, rushed into the yellow wood fragrance of the shade!

There is a place he stayed with Song Qingyi!

His look is a shed, biting the teeth behind the wooden shed behind the bench.

At the same time, he saw Song Qingyi with a hand, and he had successfully clamped the clouds, and he lowered what sentenced. The two turned around in the wooden shed and seeing him, while the face changed.

"heads up--"

"boom--"

The bullet under the muffler is out of light.

At that moment, time seems to be slowed down.

Song Qing's voice has entered the ear of the season, at the same time, the bullet has also entered his body.

The feeling of being broken by the muscular skeleton is so familiar, first feel the heavy blow, then the pain is covered with the sky, the blood is bursting, and he slipped into the mud.

it hurts.

The color of the season is sticker on the cold street. The eyelashes are wet, and he sees a few people wearing a dark blue uniform from the hidden place from the street.

They were the inspectors who came to the scene after the case.

And he was regarded as the murderer described in the mouth.

, someone took him into his arms, with his face with his face, brought him a temperature.

"……How are you?"

The man hugged him tightly, and the voice was shaking, and the dumb is almost unclear, and it is constantly using his hand to take the wound on his chest.

"Seasonal rain, you talk, you answer me."

There is a warm liquid to fall on the season, when he fills his eyes, see a strange, there is no memory, there is no memory, only a pair of blacks can be identified who is. He didn't have the superb ability of Lin Xinfei, and he could recognize him when he used the simulated face in Song Qing, but he recognized this pair.

"Song ... Qing Wei."

He unconsciously opens.

Song Qing's hand was completely wetted by blood, kissed his forehead with a cold lips: "... I am."

At the season, look to the wooden shed, not far away, a figure is sitting in the yellow wood, facing sadness, dare not to step out his shadow.

And another, several inspectors held a gun toward them, and there were pedestrians on the side of the road.

He was hugged in Song Qing, and a finger didn't want to move. In fact, he would like to tell Song Qingyi. It turns out that this is the "established thing".

But he really has no strength.

He is exhausted, and he can only move the movie style, and the words are silent in the body: "Fast."

To do things that should be done by you.

Go to another time and space.

Go to find a balance after more than ten years, to realize the mother system of the sky.

Let me, exhausted the final strength to complete this circle.

A young professor who stands alone has finally disappeared under the wooden shed.

The heart is calm in the heart.

The auditors surround them, facing those guns, Song Qingyi looked up, what did they say, like an angry beast roar.

He can't hear it.

I didn't know when the roadside trash can didn't know when it fell. The garbage was scattered, and the little cake sent by the boss.

The last time, the little cake was forgotten in a bench.

This time, the sweet scent of the little cake attracted the tramped animals of the overwhelves.

The rain is small, the rain is fine.

It is like a thin mist that is covered in front of you.

In the blurred sight, I saw that it was a kitten that seems to be just weaned when I saw it. There were only two months.

The female cat did not know where it got, maybe it was too hungry, they screamed, and even the road is unstable, but it is eager to eat the sweet taste of the little cake.

This is three small black cats.

Floral fur is black, and there is no color.