Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 089 "Song Si" He is indeed a madman.

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"Di-di-di-di-"

"I can't find...his...anchor...wrong...?"

"The medicine...concentration...he can't stand it...no..."

"Wu Jin...you...don't..."

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Song Si was wandering in the invisible blood, and heard someone talking to him.The sound passed through the gurgling bubbles of the liquid, and reached his eardrum from a very far away place, becoming his only connection with the real world.He regained a little self-awareness in the intermittent human voice, and only recognized the word "anchor point" from it, and his memory was immediately activated, and something sprouted from the chaos...

"He... wants to wake up..."

"Do not……"

A fruit knife cut through the blood, and cut off the pitiful bud.Song Si's barely condensed self-awareness was frightened, scattered and disappeared like a rabbit, and more intense confusion and loneliness came from everywhere.He felt pain and cold, his right wrist was twitching unconsciously, and something similar to blood was continuously flowing out of his body.

If this continues, you may die soon.

Song Si started to tremble, looked around, and found himself lying in a bathtub filled with blood, his right wrist was cut, and the water in the bathtub prevented the wound from healing.He stared at the wound, but what flowed out of it was not blood, but strokes of black ink.

The ink blots swim like tadpoles in the liquid, and soon form a letter: "Hi"

Song Si stared blankly, and soon, the ink marks began to change again, forming a complete sentence: "What do you want to know?"

Song Si's lips moved slightly, obviously his mind was clouded, and no one could even remember his own name, but somehow he remembered the question he wrote on the inside of his wrist, right next to the scar: "Why did you marry Xiao?"

The handwriting trembled, as if mocking, and even the water waves in the bathtub were shaking.

The blood became thicker, and more unknown liquid poured in from the outside, squeezing out the last bit of oxygen.Song Si felt suffocated, he was still laughing at the line, and just stared at him indifferently until he lost consciousness due to lack of oxygen.

In the gap between reality and fantasy, he heard the last real voice: "We must find the anchor point, no matter what..."

Unable to hear the second half of the sentence, Song Si fell into a conscious coma.

He knew that he was in a coma due to suffocation, and at the same time he realized that he was standing on the concrete floor with his eyes open, holding the corner of his clothes in his right hand, and looking expressionlessly at the flow of people picking up children from school by the side of the road.There's a kindergarten around here, he thought, and the idea came to him so naturally, it seemed like a part of him.

Yes, there is a kindergarten nearby, not far from the orphanage, but it is private.The orphanage has no money and cannot send them to school.Every day at four o'clock in the afternoon, they could only watch children from normal families pass by the orphanage, held hands by their parents one by one, bouncing and jumping, with countless happy things written all over their faces.

Song Si was standing inside the railing of the orphanage at this time, his gaze fell on the ice cream in the little girl's hand.

He'd never eaten that round thing, and didn't even know what it was called, but every kid who held it looked so happy, so it must have been an extraordinary treasure.Song Si has been watching it for an unknown number of days and years. From curiosity to envy to hatred, as he grows older, the emotions condensed in the ice cream finally settle down and become a habit.

I really want to taste it once. How precious is it, which can make everyone happy year after year?

"Xiao Si," someone said beside him, holding his hand with a generous palm, "do you want to eat that?"

Song Si raised his head vigorously, and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar face.A new idea appeared naturally, and he knew again—this person was his adopter, and the principal teacher told him: This big brother will give him a home.

So Song Si nodded.

The tall man picked him up and led him to the dessert shop across the street.Song Si had looked at this road countless times, thinking it was the widest and most difficult road in the world, but now he crossed it easily in the arms of his elder brother.The eldest brother said to the clerk: "Here is a vanilla ice cream."

It was called ice cream.

Song Si held the cone in a daze until the cream on it melted and flowed down his palm, but he didn't want to eat it.

Starting from the dripping cream, more fragments began to emerge, gradually filling his blank brain.He remembered a very important thing - his name is Song Si.

When he was nine years old, he was adopted by a man named Chu Mingxiao. After leaving the orphanage, he had his own room and his own ID card for the first time. The word "Song Si" was written on the ID card.It was also when he was nine years old that Chu Mingxiao told him a very important thing, which was deeply imprinted in his heart like a brand, almost becoming a part of his self-cognition.So when the word "Song Si" comes to mind, that sentence immediately returns to memory:

"Xiao Si, do you know that one day you will become the god of this world."

At that time, he was too young, had just left the orphanage, knew nothing, but inexplicably kept this joke in his heart, even though Chu Mingxiao only mentioned it once after drinking——

Chu Mingxiao treated him very well, taught him to read and write like raising a son, sent him to school, never asked him to do housework, and even...taught him how to control people's emotions.

It's not about controlling your own feelings, it's about controlling the feelings of others.When Song Si is doing well, he will buy him ice cream.

Song Si was very stubborn and bored, and never took the initiative to talk to Chu Mingxiao, but he was serious about ice cream.He learned very well, sometimes even Chu Mingxiao would stumble in his hands, but he had nothing to do with another person.

Yes.

He remembered another very important thing.

Chu Mingxiao has a younger brother named Chu Mingyi, who is the only "other person".

Chu Mingyi lived in another building. Perhaps out of inferiority complex or jealousy, Song Si refused to get acquainted with him, never took the initiative to appear in front of him, and even asked Chu Mingxiao not to mention his own existence.But he couldn't help caring about Chu Mingyi, quietly lying on the window to watch him go to school in the morning, sneaking into the main house at night, hiding in the unlit study room, and seeing the light from the next room, never Look through the crack of the door to see what the man is doing.Chu Mingyi likes to sit on the carpet and play with building blocks after finishing his homework. In winter, a fireplace is burned in the room, and Song Si hides in the dark, facing the light seeping through the crack of the door, just looking at it, as if his own body It can also get warmer...

and also.

In his childhood, there was another important event that constituted the identity of "Song Si".

Once Chu Mingyi disappeared.

Chu Mingxiao was on a business trip, Song Si didn't see Chu Mingyi going to and from school for two consecutive days, the housekeeper hurried in and out, even the police came to the door.Song Si—maybe only ten years old at the time—caused insomnia, couldn't sleep all night because of a stranger he had never met, and sneaked out of the attic late at night, using what Chu Mingxiao taught him Search bit by bit, find Chu Mingyi's school and friends, manipulate them mentally, and make them tell everything about Chu Mingyi unconsciously.After searching for a day and a night, he finally found it.

Chu Mingyi lay dying in the big water tank, his lips were so dry that they cracked, he couldn't even open his eyes, half of his pupils were unconsciously exposed, and he looked at Song Si in a daze.Song Si was very happy, and pretended to be reserved, and deliberately said to the person at the bottom of the tank: "Who are you? This is my territory."

He waited expectantly, waiting for Chu Mingyi to look at him with wide eyes in surprise, and moved to ask his name, but the person at the bottom of the tank was already on the verge of death, he only moved his lips, and closed his half-opened eyes. went back.

Song Si started to panic. He suppressed the panic in his heart and said, "You don't look well. I'll call the police uncle for you."

Then, the police came.Song Si hid far behind the crowd, watched Chu Mingyi being carried on a stretcher, and said in his heart: He owes me his life, from now on I am no longer alone, I have my own life, and Chu Mingyi of a life.I have to watch him carefully and not let him lose my life.

At this point, he finally recalled all the cornerstones that constitute the "Song Division".

It was like building a house. After the foundation stone was laid firmly, the rest of the details began to rise rapidly. He went to junior high school, then high school, and then chose the same university, the same major, and the same dormitory as Chu Mingyi , In order to take care of "my own life", I entered the Special Investigation Bureau logically.

Because of the endless words about gods in his childhood, he stubbornly and rebelliously decided to get engaged to Chu Mingxiao. He was full of bad ideas, and wanted Chu Mingxiao to watch him become an ordinary person and watch him grow up. The precious god found among countless orphans spends every day in trivial matters, trying hard to be an ordinary employee.At the same time, in order to stay by Chu Mingxiao's side in an upright manner, she watched his every move.

Just because of a drunken remark more than ten years ago.

Song Si admitted that he was indeed a lunatic.

Further up, the rapidly forming buildings stopped abruptly.

The reconstruction of memory stopped again, and it stopped like a fault.It seemed that someone had cut off the back part cleanly with a big knife.

The last scene stopped before he entered Liu Cenning's interrogation room.

Song Si subconsciously felt something was wrong, he seemed to have been given a safe word by himself, as soon as he got close to this memory fragment, all nerves screamed in unison, warning him to get away.

He fell into confusion again, and even the memories he had finally constructed were faltering.

Vaguely, he heard another voice belonging to the real world.

"Failed to find anchor, failed again."

"That means you have found the wrong person. Wu Jin, you are too confident."

"...Come again. It must be him, I have an intuition, it must be him!"

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Song Sichu Mingyi beautiful love! (you are wrong