The roar of rail friction is deafening, but it is also like a white noise background. It makes people sleepy.

"Don't get out of the car!"

"?" The burst of pain coming from the back of his head was extremely real.

"Sling, think about it again. We are a big film and television company. As long as you nod your head, I will get the resources of the Criminal Investigation Bureau for you. You have to believe me. Look, Qiu Li, that's my name. You I checked online and found that I can make more money than if I were a salaryman. I know that you are a top student at NTU, and you can’t get over it for a while. But Sister Xin, the job of forensic medicine sounds good, but it’s just a job. The job of playing with corpses is just to fool you students..."

A large area of ​​the billboard in the subway tunnel was broken, with a few meaningless characters hopping in and out, and the car became dim.

Si Ling looked at her arm, and there was no scar on it. She remembered that the woman in front of her was Sister Qiu, Fang Muzhi, Zhou Xian'an...

Compared to Sister Qiu, her memory seems to be more coherent with Fang Muzhi pushing her.

"Okay, I understand." Si Ling took out her mobile phone and simply stored Sister Qiu's phone number. She got up and walked in the direction of the front of the car. Occasionally, there would be a few passengers in the car. She followed the method Fang Muzhi taught her. You can tell, these people are not ghosts. The next stop at Yuhua Garden on the stop sign is not the city zoo.

Everything that happened, whether it was fear or nostalgia, was like a dream. This time she did not wait for Zhou Xian'an, nor did she pass by the young man named Fang Muzhi.

The police officer on the platform still only left Siling with his back, but she did not confirm it again.

As usual, she used headphones to block out the noise around her, and it was still the very familiar song, "Put loneliness in my backpack, miss you, the smell of perfume, missing you makes me even more troubled..."

As usual, I got off the car at Yuhuayuan and walked through the lilac-filled path with the street lights flickering on and off. I still waited in the garden until the lights in the 403 living room came on before slowly going upstairs.

…

The white lilacs in the courtyard outside the window have withered, and the lilacs are waving their arms in succession, blowing away the smell of disinfectant in the room along with the summer breeze. Si Ling touched the newly bought mobile phone in his pocket and stood at the window in a daze.

A green Rolls-Royce made a sound outside the judicial compound, which pulled her out of her fugue state. 7 o'clock was the date she had set with the boy introduced by Sister Qiu.

"Don't you know you can't blow the whistle at the door here?!" The guard, Uncle Zhang, took the registration book and knocked on the hood of the Rolls-Royce.

Si Ling hurriedly ran forward a few steps, "Sorry, Uncle Zhang! Look for me, look for me."

"Then you can't blow the whistle! Can't he see such a big sign?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let's leave now." Siling apologized, opened the passenger door, and fastened the seat belt skillfully.

"You may not believe it, but a high-heeled shoe actually punctured a tire on the road. Hahahaha, I'm sorry, this is a poor excuse for being late. I'm treating you today."

The dusk sunlight passed through the layers of leaves and shone on the boy's profile one by one, softening the originally strong outline. He smiled and talked to Si Ling: "I know there is a good European restaurant in front of you. .”

“Vegetarian theme?”

"Hmm. Vegetarian theme."

In the crowded urban area, he was still driving very fast. The song "The Taste of Summer" was playing on the surround sound system in the car. Her eyes were always lingering around the boy next to her, and she hummed softly along with the song.

After parking the car, he walked around to the passenger door in a gentlemanly manner, opened the door, and led Si Ling to the rooftop restaurant. He wasn't very talkative, but his every move showed a good education.

"t mit mit butterso?e.zwei.danke."

After the waiter took the menu, the two of them fell into an awkward silence.

She could no longer stare at the boy opposite her. It looked too impolite, as if she was seduced by the color. Sling bit her lip and first found a topic, "I always have nightmares at night recently."

"A predicament that cannot be escaped, an exit that can never be reached, a man-eating monster?" His tone was brisk, without revealing the slightest hint of ridicule. "Such dreams are not bad sometimes, at least they allow us to have a common topic."

"...Hmm." Si Ling absentmindedly took a bite of green cabbage leaves into her mouth, "You said that if a person dies in a dream, will he wake up in reality?"

"our dreams, they feel real while we're in them, right? it's only when we wake up that we realize how things are actually strange. let me ask you a question, you, you never really remember the beginning of a dream ,

do you? you always wind up right in the middle of what's going on. (When we dream, the dream is real, right? Only when you wake up will you realize that you are dreaming, but maybe you are just

I just woke up from a dream.)" He frowned slightly, his expression serious, and he seemed to have everything under control.

"I……"

"you are waiting for a train, a train that will take you far, away you know where you hope it take you, but you don't know for sure, but dosen’t matter, because we’ll be together.”(

You are waiting for a train. The train will take you to a far away place. You don’t know where the train will take you, but you are not sure, but it doesn’t matter, because we will always be together.)

Isn't this a line from a movie? She lowered her head in confusion, and her hair fell from her shoulders. It seemed like something restless was about to crawl out of her body.

After a while, Si Ling raised her phone and handed it to the boy opposite, "Is this you?"

The man in the picture is exactly the same as Fang Mu, but the man in front of her looks like a one-to-one copy, but... his nose is that nose, his eyes are those eyes, but in her eyes, no matter how similar the facial features are,

, the person in front of her was not Fang Muzhi. She didn't even dare to ask the other person's name...

Her heart seemed to have fallen into a pool of stagnant water. Before the other party could answer, she actually already had the answer in her heart.

"I'm sorry." Si Ling clutched the talisman in her pocket. She could no longer suppress the grievances in her heart. The tears swirling in her eyes would not diminish no matter how she raised her head... She tried her best to control her trembling movements and be careful.

He stood up, pulled out his stool, and ran towards the corridor.

She didn't know whether it was the sweat or tears on her palms, but the talisman lay crumpled in her palms.

Cinnabar or a red note left by blood, a piece of talisman paper was outlined in a leisurely way. In fact, Siling had no idea what this thing did, but she could recognize the two lines written on the back. It said

:【Cheng Ping. Gengxu year, Ji Mao month, Wu Zi day...】
Chapter completed!