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Wang Yu collapsed on the shore exhausted.

She turned her head and forgot about the rising smoke in the distance, and bit her lower lip.The pain suddenly woke her up a lot.

She... They finally escaped from that island, that prison-like place.

The little boy next to him had already fallen asleep, sleeping ignorantly in the hot summer wind.

The explosion at the experimental base has long attracted the attention of relevant departments.Through Wang Yu's eyes, Song Buzhi saw waves of people heading towards the island in boats in the distance.

Wang Yu came out in a different direction from them and did not meet them.

Wang Yu lay on the bank for a while, letting the gradually setting sun shine on his body.The summer sun, even if it has already slanted to the west, is scorching hot.After a while, Wang Yu's face turned red.

After rowing under the scorching sun for a long time, her body was already covered with sweat.Her already parched lips became even drier, and her lips actually peeled off in summer.

Wang Yu squinted at the sky, enjoying the freedom for the first time in these months.She licked her lips and struggled to get up.

She picked up the sleeping little boy and walked step by step in the opposite direction of the search and rescue team.

On the ground, small footprints are deep and shallow at the same time.

The screen jumped, and Song Buzhi's eyes blurred, and he was almost torn out.

Then he saw the Flower City 25 years ago.

At this time, the little boy was no longer beside Wang Yu.

Wang Yu looked anxious, shuttled back and forth in the streets and alleys, shouting something while running.

Song Buzhi listened carefully, and found that what she was calling was——

"Brother, has anyone seen my brother..."

"Why didn't you disappear? I'll just leave for a minute..."

"Brother... Xiaoyi... Xiaoyi... Where are you..."

……

No one responded to her.

Everyone is running for their own lives, no one cares about her panic and anxiety, no one cares about a little girl's cry.

Wang Yu seemed unable to hold on any longer and fell to the ground.She crawled a few times, but before getting up, she lay down on the ground and cried silently.

The dry ground was quickly soaked.

Song Buzhi couldn't help but shed tears.

He has already recovered his body, squatting in the corner with his whole body, his whole face buried in his palms, crying uncontrollably.

It's Wang Yu.

Wang Zhaodi is Wang Yu.

Wang Yu brought him out from the base where the explosion occurred, and kept looking for him after being separated.And him?He forgot everything.

He knew that he had lost his childhood memories, but he didn't think about getting them back.

At this moment, he hated himself so much.

If he retrieved his memory earlier, remembered Wang Yu, and went to find her, wouldn't she have died?

But it just so happened... His current memories were only recalled by Wang Yu.

Yes, he already remembered what happened at the experimental base back then.

Song Buzhi crouched in the corner for an unknown how long.His feet were numb from squatting, so he simply sat on the ground, regardless of whether it was dirty or not, he just sat there slumped.

When the phone vibrated, he had been in the same position for a long time.

Song Buzhi didn't want to answer the phone, so he let the phone ring for a long time.

The phone rang, then rang again.

Song Buzhi seemed to have finally regained his sanity, moved his right hand, and went to fumble for the phone in his pocket.

However, when he moved his arm, he realized that it was stiff, very stiff.Not just the arms are stiff, but the whole body is stiff.

Song Buzhi took a lot of effort and took out the phone when the phone vibrated for the third time, but his fingers didn't listen and he accidentally clicked "reject".

He declined disciplinary calls.

He unlocked the phone and wanted to send a message to Disciplinary to explain the situation, but the phone vibrated again.

Discipline again called.

This time I clicked correctly again, and he answered.

However, lifting the mobile phone to the ear is also a laborious task.

Song Buzhi heard Discipline say "Hello" several times on the phone, and then called his name several times.After not hearing his response, his voice became urgent.

Opening his mouth, Song Buzhi wanted to speak first, but his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound.

After resisting with all his strength, he could barely let out a weak "ahah".

"Song Buzhi?" Hearing this sound, Discipline asked quickly, "What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

At this time, Song Buzhi had already lifted the phone close to his ear, and Discipline's obviously anxious voice entered his ears clearly.

He wanted to say that he just possessed his lower body, it's nothing serious, don't worry.

However, he opened his mouth for a long time, and only uttered the word "I".

Discipline seemed to be running, and there was some kind of whistling sound on the phone.

"Stay here and don't move. I'll locate your phone and come to you." Discipline said, "Is the phone still charged?"

After a long time, Song Buzhi gave a very slow "hmm".

"Then don't hang up. It doesn't matter if you can't speak. If you want to hear me speak, just tap your phone and make a sound. I'm always here."

Discipline seems to have anticipated Song Buzhi's current situation, or no matter what the situation is, he must first find someone before talking.

Song Buzhi cried just now, and the corners of his eyes were red, which stood out against his fair skin.At this moment, listening to Discipline's undisguised concern, his eyes were red again, and tears rolled in his eyes.

He thought, when did he become so emotional and cry so much?

A disciplined but methodical voice came from the phone.He is asking people to check the location of his mobile phone.

Song Buzhi looked at the time on his phone and found that it was only an hour since he came in.

In just one hour, it seemed to have experienced joys and sorrows.

It seems that just a second ago he and Wang Yu were still children, but now they are separated by yin and yang.

Wang Yu's body lay quietly in front of him.Song Buzhi raised his head with a stiff neck, barely seeing Wang Yu's exposed fingers.

It was those hands, skinny and seemingly weak, but they hugged him step by step, rushed out of the sea of ​​​​explosion flames, rowed the oars, and brought him to the city.

Song Buzhi moved his fingers—he was emotional, and he wanted to hold something so that he would not be so weak, but his fingers were stiffer than frozen, as if a layer of 502 was glued to the joints of each finger Glue, immobile.

He thought, what was he thinking...

At this moment, Song Buzhi felt his head froze, and even his thinking slowed down.

Thoughts that could flash by in a few seconds, walked abruptly in my mind for several minutes.

He thought, is this the sequelae of possessing a corpse?

---

When Discipline came in, Song Buzhi maintained the posture of sitting on the ground with his head slightly lowered.His phone is held in his right hand, which rests on his lap.

not moving at all.

The discipline sweeper didn't even glance at Wang Yu's body, and went straight to Song Buzhi.

Walking in front of him, Song Buzhi remained motionless.

Discipline frowned, squatted down, and put his hand on his right hand.

The skin under his hands was extremely cold, and his body temperature was lower than ever before.

Discipline's frown deepened, and he held his hand hard.He noticed that Song Buzhi seemed to want to move, and he tried to lift up the fingers of his left hand on the other side, but the arc of the lift was very small.And with just that, he seemed to have exhausted his strength.

Discipline raised Song Buzhi's head, and saw his slightly clenched teeth and the still red corners of his eyes.There seemed to be a small drop of water on the eyelashes.

Without asking him anything at this time, Discipline picked him up without saying a word, and walked out quickly.

Outside, Liu Wentao hurriedly greeted him: "He..."

However, Discipline gave him a cold glance, and held back his words.

---

After the end of the possession, while waiting for discipline to find him, Song Buzhi only felt that his body was getting stiffer, his throat was getting more and more blocked, and his head was running slower and slower.

For a moment, Song Buzhi thought he was going to die.

Because besides that, he also felt cold.

It's cold.

He has lived for 27 years, and he has never felt so cold in his body.Even when he went to the freezing place in the coldest winter, he never felt cold.

But now, for the first time, he tasted what it was like to be cold.

And this coldness, he felt, was not an ordinary coldness, but a kind of coldness soaked into the blood and bone marrow, so cold that it seemed to freeze his body from the inside out.

After the discipline brought him home, his body was still stiff, and he began to tremble involuntarily.

The air conditioner in his room was turned on for the first time, and the quilt was wrapped so tightly for the first time, only his head was exposed.

However nothing seems to work.

Still cold.

Song Buzhi had gradually loosened his jaw, he was lying stiffly under the quilt, watching discipline with his eyes open.

Discipline sat on the edge of the bed, reached into the quilt without saying a word, and held his hand.

Why is it still so cold?Discipline frowned.

The air conditioner has been turned on to the highest level, and he is lying under the quilt again. In this normal weather, people should be sweating from the heat.But Song Buzhi, he... Discipline pursed his lips, and withdrew his hand.

Song Buzhi felt that his hands were empty, and his heart was also empty.

Discipline had already taken off only a short-sleeved T-shirt, and now he stood up, took off the T-shirt and outer pants, lifted the quilt and lay down.

... so hot.

But with someone like an ice cube beside me, the heat is not so hot anymore.

When the scorching body temperature came up, Song Buzhi's heart trembled.He thought slowly, if he could still move, his body would tremble, and then fell into a conflict of whether to dodge or not to dodge.

Discipline is slightly higher than that of Song Buzhi.He lowered his eyes to look at Song Buzhi's face, noticed that he still had light pink eye ends, reached out to touch him, and said, "Have you cried?"

Song Buzhi was speechless.

Discipline continued: "There will be no next time. If you want to cry, you will also cry on the bed."