Before the words fell, he "put" the things in his hand on Zeng Yifan's body one after another, to be exact, some were entangled, some were clamped, and some were pierced into the flesh.

But Zeng Yifan's body only felt a slight sense of force, and there was no pain or discomfort at all.

"Well, in a little while, you can be born again." The man seemed relieved, and his laughter became a little secretive, "Don't worry about what you'll lose, you and I will both lose something, but maybe it's better." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about......" Zeng Yifan tried to break free of the strange things, but his hands, feet and body were limp and weak, although he didn't feel any other discomfort.

"It's fine." The figure slowly leaned down, almost touching the tip of Zeng Yifan's nose, "You'll understand soon." ”

Zeng Yifan finally saw that face clearly, the facial features were too familiar to him, and he finally remembered where he had seen this person.

In the mirror, in the mirror!

"Hehe, you understand? Sooner than I expected. "That" Zeng Yifan " smiled at Zeng Yifan.

Watching yourself laugh, listening to your words, and even facing each other, it's not all looking at a video or looking in a mirror, it's completely real in front of your eyes.

Zeng Yifan almost has a feeling of schizophrenia, is he his twin? There can't be twins that much like each other! Even the little scar between the eyebrows is exactly the same, it is the scar I bruised when I was in college!

A series of questions popped out of his mind inexplicably, which made Zeng Yifan's brain a little unable to turn, let alone continue to talk to Zeng Yifan in front of him.

Zeng Yifan, who was standing, straightened up and looked at Zeng Yifan sitting there with satisfaction, as if he was studying a rare treasure, and as if he was peeking at the thoughts that were churning in his head.

"Are you me, or am I you?" Zeng Yifan, who was seated, was silent for a moment before asking.

"Well, you're me, and I'm you." Zeng Yifan, who was standing, scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders, "However, you are not me, and I am not you." ”

"We are twins? Clones? Zeng Yifan, who was sitting, scratched his head, and his stunned eyes didn't know where to look.

Zeng Yifan, who was standing, suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a big joke, but soon he stopped laughing again, and thought for a while with his chin on his hand.

"Could it be...... No...... Impossible" Zeng Yifan, who was sitting, scratched his head and muttered, as if he had thought of something.

"Well, that's right, I'm you from the past." Zeng Yifan, who was standing, saw through the other party's thinking, "But you are definitely not the future me." ”

"You don't want me to believe that there really is a space-time machine in this world, do you?" Zeng Yifan, who was sitting, shook his head helplessly, "Then I'd rather believe that you are a Jurassic dinosaur." ”

When he said this, Zeng Yifan, who was sitting, felt a little tired, and his body gradually softened, as if floating in the clouds in mid-air. He tried to ask something, but Zeng Yifan, who was standing, grinned at him, turned around and walked towards a door in the distance.

The door didn't seem to exist at first, but now it appeared, as if it had been prepared for Zeng Yifan who had left.

As he left, the soft light around him faded away, as if he was a source of light, and when he was about to walk out of the door, he stopped and slowly turned around, smiling brightly on his face.

"Let's start all over again!"

The door was shut, and darkness plunged around.

Zeng Yifan in the dark did not have any thoughts and feelings, but enjoyed a sweet dreamland.

There were many, many things there that he had or didn't remember......

Some people say that life is like a huge room, and there are countless doors waiting to be opened in this room, but no one knows what will be behind each door.

......

The feeling of headache is very uncomfortable, hangover does not wake up, burns cold, wind chill on the brain, lack of sleep, these are easy to cause headaches. But for Zeng Yifan, these are all things that he has never experienced, at least in his memory.

But now, his head hurt like a saw tugging back and forth in it, as if it was going to split his head in half.

Getting up from the ground, Zeng Yifan knocked his forehead vigorously and shook his head, and the headache seemed to be alleviated. The surroundings were unfamiliar, and Zeng Yifan was sure that he hadn't been here before he fell unconscious. The only thing I still have a little memory of is that I once faced myself and talked for a long time.

"How did I end up here?" Zeng Yifan muttered to himself, and the headache hit again, but this time, his brain was much clearer.

Tuk tuk, a fierce knock on the door sounded, Zeng Yifan, who was still entangled in his memory, was startled, and before he could react, there was a bang, and the door was slammed open.

"Don't move!" A group of policemen swarmed in, and seven or eight people threw Zeng Yifan to the ground and handcuffed him neatly.

"After being reported by the masses, now we are officially arresting you on suspicion of intentional homicide!" A police officer announced majestically.

Report? Homicide? Zeng Yifan's pupils dilated.

It has often been heard that people faint when they are overstimulated. Zeng Yifan has heard this statement a lot, but he has never seen it, but this time he has seen it, and he has really experienced it himself.

Although I fainted a lot before, this is the first time I have really fainted because of stimulation. When he woke up, he remembered very clearly the feeling before he fainted, it was like a strong electric shock to his brain, and a fuse in the back of his head suddenly blew, and his consciousness was cut off in a thousandth of a second.

However, the current level of consciousness recovery, even Zeng Yifan himself felt a little surprised, as if he was not a person who had fainted at all, and he just blinked his eyes just now.

Zeng Yifan tried to sit up, the handcuffs on his wrists made him a little incapacitated, and after looking around carefully, he shook his head, unable to say whether to laugh or cry.

In the "blink of an eye", Zeng Yifan was already in a room of less than one square meter, except for the small window more than one meter above his head, there was the heavy iron door in front of him.

Obviously, this is a solitary detention cell for felons, and judging from the circumstances at the time of his arrest, he was most likely killed as a murderer.

The small trapdoor under the door was opened, and a tray was stuffed outside the door with two steamed buns, a glass of water, and a little pickles.

"Eat!" There was a lot of impatience outside, and the small trapdoor was closed again, and there was no sound after that.

Dine? Zeng Yifan moved his buttocks and found that the handcuffs were very high and tight, and there was no way to bypass and move his hands to the front through his legs. Of course, metal or something is not a problem, but it has not been used for a long time, and Zeng Yifan himself has some doubts about whether this skill still exists.

Of course, now that he is a murder suspect, if he really does this, I am afraid that there will be more trouble.

However, this posture is definitely not suitable for normal eating, so let's do it! Thinking about it, he simply knelt down, went directly to the tray, and ate big.

Maybe it was because he fainted for a while, or maybe it was because of the physical strength consumed when the memory was blank before, Zeng Yifan's appetite was surprisingly good, not to mention the steamed buns and pickles, and even the plate was licked clean.

But I was still hungry, and that hunger was like not eating for three days and three nights.

"Anyone?! Anyone?! Zeng Yifan shouted twice at the top of his throat, the footsteps outside the door sounded, and the iron door clanged twice, as if someone was knocking.

"What's it called?! Be honest! A thick voice scolded, "It's only been five hours in and you'll be called, and you'll be locked up for fifty years, and you'll see you call again!" ”

This person outside the door is really honest, Zeng Yifan squinted and smiled, so speaking, he has only been in for five hours. The city is not very big in the first place, and if you count the drive, your fainting time should be about seven hours. But this is not the most important thing now, the important thing is ......

"Comrade, can you give me some more food?" Zeng Yifan squeezed out two sentences from his lips weakly, "Hungry, so hungry." ”

The people outside the door didn't seem to expect Zeng Yifan to make this request, and paused for a while before replying: "Hungry? You're hungry after just eating it?! ”

The small trapdoor opened again, and a baton reached out of the door, pulling the dishes in the tray a few times.

"Hey, I don't even need to wash the dishes." The man chuckled under his breath, reached out and pulled the tray out.

The small trapdoor closed again, and there was no sound outside.

Zeng Yifan endured hunger and walked around in the small room, not because he was anxious or bored, but because his body was gradually getting cold, especially the arms that were cuffed by the handcuffs were cold and numb due to the lack of blood.

"Get up! People who are hungry and cold ...... "Zeng Yifan is really hungry and cold at this time, and he sang it directly after feeling it for a while."

Bang, the iron door was knocked on, interrupting Zeng Yifan's "tragic and passionate" singing.

"Can you stop for a while?! Even the Internationale was tossed?! The guard's angry voice came from outside the door, "What do you think you are?" Revolutionary martyrs or what? ”

Zeng Yifan immediately shut up, too, it's not easy to wait for a bite to eat, you have to listen to what people say, this principle applies everywhere.

The guard didn't make it difficult for Zeng Yifan any longer, and directly opened the small door and stuffed the steamed buns and pickles in. Three minutes later, Zeng Yifan wiped out all the food.

"Enough?" The guard listened to Zeng Yifan's exaggerated chewing sound and asked half-jokingly.

"Enough, it's full." Zeng Yifan wanted to stretch after eating, but he almost sprained his arm, and the handcuffs were not an ordinary obstacle.

As soon as the trapdoor flipped over, the baton came in again, and it was flicked twice like before, and this time the dishes were cleaner than before, and they could almost show the human figure. The guard didn't say anything, just pulled the tray out and closed the trapdoor.

Everything was quiet again.

Generally speaking, hungry people will always feel a little drowsy after a full meal, some people say that it is probably the blood collection ** should go to the stomach, and the brain is lacking nutrients.

Regardless of whether this statement is really based on evidence, in short, it does not apply to Zeng Yifan.

Because his brain is extremely awake at the moment, and he is even running like a motor with oil on the stage.

"No, no......" Zeng Yifan looked at the roof, looked at the small window, and muttered.

The murder suspect, even if he is arrested on the spot and the evidence is conclusive, he has to go through an interrogation process, and Zeng Yifan has not been transferred at all since he woke up.

This room is also wrong, Zeng Yifan remembers seeing a similar place in a certain episode, this kind of detention room is only available in prisons or detention centers, and it is impossible to throw him, a suspect, into prison without even going through interrogation.

And it's so quiet outside that you can't hear anything except the occasional wind.

"Woo-" A strong wind suddenly blew outside the window, causing a reverberating whistling sound in the small room, Zeng Yifan's heart jumped for no reason, and his brain churned.

"If the wind changes, there is a sign, and then it moves...... Zeng Yifan scratched his head, a little indifferent, where did he hear this? It seems to be in memory, and it's a bit like recalling the feeling of a Chinese textbook when I was a child.

Zeng Yifan sat down and stared at the high window.

Twitter...... Twitter...... A birdsong pulled Zeng Yifan back from his thoughts, and two sparrows entered the window at some point, fighting there.

"The wind is blowing in the north window, and the two sparrows are fighting......" Zeng Yifan looked at the pair of sparrows thoughtfully, "The north side is the kan position, the two sparrows are two, and the two are due, well, this is the Mizusawa Festival." ”

Zeng Yifan's thoughts unfolded subconsciously, and he understood that it was likely that his six doors had been fully opened, and he had regained his divination ability. Of course, this is not complete, it is like a motor that is still in the run-in period, and it is a little stumbling to run.

"This hexagram name is dragging mud and water, not very smooth, and the above is Kanshui is a thief Jianghu people; Below is the exchange of gold is a knife and a tongue. Zeng Yifan simply began to solve the hexagram like a primary school student analyzing the application problem, "Well, it seems that I will be locked up here as a thief, and I will have to litigate disputes for a while." ”

He was there to compete with the hexagram, and the sparrows on the windowsill were already flying with miscellaneous hairs, and a strong wind blew, and the sparrows, who were already exhausted by the struggle, fell from the windowsill by the wind, and fell to the ground and fluttered for a long time without flying.

"That's not right!" Zeng Yifan immediately stood up, spread his ten fingers, and focused all his thoughts on the handcuffs.

Ratching, the right hand was freed from the handcuffs. Zeng Yifan turned around, then unscrewed the other handcuff again, and immediately threw himself towards the iron door.

"Damn, why is this door so thick?!" Even if Zeng Yifan used all his savage strength against the iron gate, the big iron pimple didn't buy his account at all, and he still didn't move.

It seems that alchemy is really the farther away the energy is, and it is not easy to be able to open the handcuffs. But at this point, there is no point in just opening the handcuffs.

Zeng Yifan didn't suddenly go crazy, but the scene of the wind blowing and birds falling just now opened his mind.

"The kanshui on the hexagram should be the one who framed me behind my back, and that exchange of gold is murderous and entangled!" Zeng Yifan is very clear about his current situation, "Kan is six, exchange is two, this hidden hexagram will be fulfilled in eight hours!" ”