Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 059 "I'm going to lose my temper," Chu Mingyi warned him.

Song Si walked up to Chu Mingyi, the hair that had just been washed was still dripping water, and the water dripped to the collarbone, forming a small puddle.

Chu Mingyi took the towel from the back of the chair, and wiped his hair not very gently, until his whole head was frizzed, and it was stretched in all directions in a mess.

He snatched the towel from Chu Mingyi's hand, wiped it a few times, and straightened his hair with his fingers.

"Tell me, why did you go to interrogate Wang Jiawen late at night?" Chu Mingyi said, "Is there any unavoidable reason that is worth hiding from me like this?"

Between the lines, Song Si could barely hear a bit of complaint and grievance.

Song Si wanted to laugh a little, and his tense shoulders unknowingly relaxed.

He found that he had a special feeling for the person in front of him.

Chu Mingyi just stood there, breathing the same air as him, and then casually said a few words, Song Si's messy thoughts settled down, and he really felt that he was "alive", not a Phantoms in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The corners of Song Si's mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "Mingyi, how long have you known me?"

It was rare to hear this name, Chu Mingyi raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was not used to it.

"We've known each other since we were in college. We were roommates for four years, colleagues for five years, and spent nine years together." Chu Mingyi said, "What does this have to do with your trial of Wang Jiawen?"

Song Sidao: "It doesn't matter, just ask."

"I don't want to hear you asking casually." Chu Ming ignored his change of subject, "I just want to hear you dissect yourself and reflect deeply."

Looking at Chu Mingyi's serious eyes, Song Si suddenly had the urge to confess everything.Tonight, he carried too many secrets by himself, and these secrets were about to blow him up.

Song Si opened his mouth, and the words fell into his throat.

Suddenly, he remembered a little thing that didn't matter a long time ago.

When he spoke again, the topic changed again: "... When you and Fu Xi came out of my subconscious mind, you said that my sea of ​​consciousness was strange, and then you mentioned an ordinary playground?"

Chu Mingyi didn't expect him to mention this, so he became dull for a few seconds.

"Well, what?"

Song Si's breath missed a beat.

"A very dilapidated playground with cracks in many places. There is a precarious swing in the middle of the playground," Song Si asked as calmly as possible, "I happened to be sitting on the swing?"

Chu Mingyi was taken aback, looked at Song Si, turned dozens of times in his mind, frowned tightly, and said, "You secretly interrogated Wang Jiawen tonight, and saw similar scenes in his sea of ​​consciousness? "

Song Si didn't speak, just waited quietly for his answer.

Chu Mingyi paused, and said: "Yes. You look very small, thin and short, sitting on the swing, like a little girl."

Song Si's hands hidden in the bathrobe became tighter and tighter.

"Song Si, you..."

"My superficial memory is wrong," Song Si said, "Chu Mingyi, do you think we will live in someone's sea of ​​consciousness?"

Chu Mingyi stretched out his hand and put it on Song Si's forehead.

Sure enough, the temperature from the palm of his hand was a little hot, and he had a fever.

Chu Mingyi's tone softened, and he didn't press any more questions, saying: "No wonder Jing said some weird things, so her brain is burnt out. Don't worry, if our world is fake, I won't be able to do a double interrogation of."

As he spoke, he walked under the workstation, dug out the antipyretic medicine from the medicine box, poured a glass of water for Song Si to take.Song Si shook his head and said, "I'm the doctor, the medicine you prescribed won't work."

Chu Mingyi let out a "hey" and watched Song Si find out two kinds of medicine by himself, and drank the water he poured together.

One was an antidepressant, and the other turned out to be an antibiotic.

Chu Mingyi: "Are these medicines also taken indiscriminately?"

Song Si was full of thoughts, unable to concentrate, turned around in a daze, and walked into the lounge.Chu Mingyi grabbed his collar, carried him into the bathroom, dried his hair with a blower before letting him into the room.

The headache was getting worse, and the heat was more violent than he had imagined.It was less than 10 minutes before and after the interrogation, and when I lay down, I felt that my fever was almost [-] degrees.

Chu Mingyi stood by the bed, helped him tuck the quilt, and moved a chair to sit beside him.

Song Si stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

Chu Mingyi's rough palms covered his eyes, closing his eyelids.

"I don't ask you what happened." His voice floated in Song Si's ear, "Sleep well, don't think about those messes, it's almost dawn."

Song Si blinked in his palm, reached out from under the quilt, and grabbed his wrist.

Chu Mingyi's wrist is a bit thick, so he needs to hold it hard.

Song Si grabbed the driftwood like a man who fell into the sea, held it tightly, and fell into a drowsy sleep.

The medicine took effect quickly, and he felt that he had slept for a long, long time, and the messy dreams had invaded his consciousness.

He dreamed of an endless sea of ​​locusts, eating up the dilapidated playground of Qicheng Orphanage, leaving no cement, only a piece of wreckage; he also dreamed that he was hiding in a small, dark box , Through the gap of the box, I saw Chu Mingyi sitting on the sofa when I was a child; I also dreamed that another self was writing hard at the desk, the handwriting was scrawled, and the thick black notebook had been written to the last page... …

There are illogical scenes one after another, just like watching flowers on horseback before dying.Song Si was trembling in his dream, feeling scared instinctively, trying to wake up by himself, but he fell into the warm water in a trance while struggling, the bathtub faucet was ticking above his head, and the red liquid was dyed red little by little With everything around him, his heart was filled with resentment and anger. He clenched his fists and wanted to hammer the smooth wall of the bathtub, but he hit something soft and warm.

The thing clenched his fist and stuffed it back under the covers.

Far away, someone said, "Isn't it better to send him to the hospital?"

Then another person said: "You go to Wang Jiawen to go through the formalities first."

Wang Jiawen.

Song Si suddenly grasped the channel to connect with the real world, he moved his finger vigorously, and grabbed another person's finger.

"Huh?" The voice said again, "Xiao Si, are you awake?"

Song Si felt as if he had encountered a ghost pressing the bed, his consciousness had already awakened, but his body was out of control, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

After waiting for a while, the man seemed to sense something was wrong, reached out and patted his cheek lightly, several times in a row, pulling him out of his sleep.

Song Si opened his eyes dripping with sweat, and saw Chu Mingyi sitting on the head of the bed, wiping the teardrops on his eyelashes with his fingers, and applying a cold towel to his forehead.

Song Si's pupils reflected Chu Mingyi's face, his lips moved slightly, but his voice was too hoarse to speak.

Chu Mingyi seemed to know what he was thinking, helped him up from the bed, and fed him a half glass of water.

Song Si's voice was hoarse, and the first sentence after waking up was endless: "PTSD, I've got it."

Chu Mingyi tucked him in the quilt again, nodded and said, "Yes, I know, it's very serious to see someone cut his wrist and pass out, which is very serious."

"Because I didn't do it voluntarily," Song Si said, "I was in the bathtub that day, and I didn't want to..."

Chu Mingyi put the back of his hand on his neck: "I still need to see a doctor. I've had a fever of 39 degrees all day. What if the fever becomes stupid? Let you get up at night and do bad things. Let's see."

Song Si held his breath in his heart, firmly grasping Chu Mingyi's little finger, his eyes were burning brightly, staring straight at him.

Chu Mingyi looked at him for a moment, then sighed.

"I know that Liu Cenning has set up a safe word in his subconscious mind to set you up and lure people to commit suicide without your noticing. Yizhi, why don't you keep your eyes open?"

Song Sidu was burned like this, and he finally figured out something, and he was so angry that he stared round.

Chu Mingyi said: "Liu Cenning can set up safe words to lure you, why can't Wang Jiawen? Trick you into the sea of ​​consciousness alone, and let you drill in the next trick, which is exactly the same as Liu Cenning's routine."

"No," Song Si insisted, "it's not like that."

What he saw in Wang Jiawen's sea of ​​consciousness was by no means that simple.

Chu Mingyi frowned, looking at Song Si burning out of breath, a little angry.

"I'm going to lose my temper," Chu Mingyi warned him, "Lie down for me, the sky will fall and I'll have to wait until the fever subsides."

Song Si was in a stalemate with him for a few seconds.

He turned over and turned his back to Chu Mingyi.

Chu Mingyi broke him back again, and changed him into a new cold towel.

"I want to take a long vacation," Song Si closed his eyes, and said, "Have a half-year vacation."

Chu Ming said: "Don't even think about it, just reject it."

Song Si felt that the fever couldn't go away, and the qi could cause problems with qi.

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