Siberia. Li Zhen frowned. There they are.

He didn't know much about Siberia, and his only impressions were limited to words such as "Anyuan", "spirits", "beauty", and "ice and snow". Now there is one more - the stronghold of a handful of hostile elements with bad intentions.

So it's still that question. Is it like Xiao Heng in the past, stay there, run such an area, or do those things that you should have done a long time ago?

Five years ago, he told himself that he would resurrect Kitagawa Harumi, so he went to retrieve the spear of Longinus. And now the gun is in hand, but the bones are in the hands of the other.

Li Zhen sighed - for his own negligence.

But it was just a skeleton, after all. After returning from the Philippines, he asked the other party to send the bones to the secret service. Because at least at that time, the Secret Service's northern base was one of the most heavily encircled areas he remembered—even though the inner line of the Door of Truth was known to be hidden there, few people would be interested in a skeleton.

But what he didn't expect was that there was another "self". And now this "self" seems to be planning to use the skeleton as bait to lure himself over.

Li Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and smiled helplessly. After all, I still can't settle down.

He felt like a firefighter rushing to the scene, as if everything that was going on was urgent, and he only hated that he couldn't have a few more doppelgangers - not like that one, of course.

But it's not hard to accept - I'm not that kind of person in the first place. He said to himself in his heart, run a model like hegemony. It's too boring and too tiring. What's more, the original intention was to just be a person with enough influence, not a lord or a governor in a certain place......

The thoughts were interrupted here. Because there was a slight sound of footsteps not far away.

He looked up at where the voice had come from.

Through the thick fog, the scenery was blurred, and only a very old stone pavilion with a blue-black spire was faintly revealed, as if it were some kind of fairyland. Next to the gazebo is a lush bush, and further to the side is a bluestone path. The sound of footsteps coming from there, unhurried, was the slight "click" of a woman's flats.

The pace is not fast, and the stride does not seem to be large. The voice should be the one who came here for a walk on such a morning, just like himself—

Then it shouldn't be someone from the General's Palace.

The people there knew that this was Xiao Heng's private place in the past, and even today, it is unlikely that anyone would walk in so calmly. Since the staff here will not come. Naturally, ordinary citizens will not come.

So Li Zhen guessed. Maybe it was one of the two people who stayed in the hotel. Only they will come and go here without knowing it. So he took advantage of the sound of his footsteps to get up and leave the place—he hadn't yet figured out how to talk to them.

But the man spoke in the thick fog, behind a clump of flowers and trees.

The voice is tactful, and it is a very nice female voice. But the content of the words is not very pleasant-

"Don't move." She said in a voice that was just enough to be heard by Li Zhen. "I think your life is in danger."

Li Zhen was slightly stunned. It really didn't move.

Half of it, actually. Someone here would dare to speak to themselves like that, even though they don't seem to know who they are. On the other hand, it's because the sound sounds familiar.

But the second reason is also one of the things that has always troubled him: because his memory is so good. After being reborn, his senses and memory became so strong that even those who had spoken to him briefly several times in the past were etched into his mind. However, this super memory does not seem to be strong to a certain extent - there are impressions and they will not be forgotten. But if time is too long, it will also become blurry.

As a result, many times, especially when he was still in Binh Duong, he felt that half of the people on the street knew each other.

Now he seemed to be in this awkward situation, as he realized that he had spoken to the owner of the voice. But he just couldn't remember who it was. But in Yuzhou, in this kind of place...... What acquaintances will there be? You must know that the scope of his activities in the past has always been the north.

His thoughts flashed here, and the footsteps were getting closer. It was so close that he could now raise the spear in his hand, which was nearly two meters long, and with a flick of the lung, he could pierce the opponent.

But the next moment, Li Zhen felt that he had figured out the identity of the other party.

For though the figure still loomed in the fog, he had noticed something unusual.

Like the stone bench he's sitting on now.

Someone should clean and maintain it. Therefore, before he brushed off a few fallen leaves on the bench and sat down, the surface of the stone bench was clean and smooth, without the slightest trace of erosion by time. But now, he felt that his left hand, which was propped up on the stool, had become slippery and greasy. So he looked down - it was a layer of moss.

The thing climbed up the leg of the stool, as if the stone bench had been ignored for years.

Li Zhen's thinking was suddenly pulled back to the hot and humid season five years ago.

He was in the Philippines at the time, and Kitagawa was dead. Because of grief and guilt, he did something that was not wise, and even somewhat meaningless—assassinated Sun Jingtang. Originally, he planned to make an example of them and get the information about the Gate of Truth from them, but he didn't expect that just a few days later, the aurora suddenly descended and the species buried deep in the sea revived, and the inside story of any information became a joke.

Even that night, there was the same thing in the cracks between the doors and windows of Sun Jingtang's villa. And these things appear because of a person's unique abilities.

That person is-

"Miss Bai. Long time no see. Li Zhen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly.

The footsteps stopped suddenly.

The visitor seemed to be a little confused about whether to continue walking, or whether to turn around and leave immediately.

It would not be easy for anyone to suddenly find themselves in such a strange situation - a few seconds ago, it seemed that they were still in an absolute position to control the life and death of the other party, but after a few seconds, the other party recognized him.

Li Zhen stood up and took a few steps in the direction of the comer. The silhouette of the man gradually became clear, and his face was revealed.

Sure enough, it was Bai Xiaodang.

Not seen in six years, she doesn't look like much has changed. Now she has her hair tied up, a moon-white tracksuit, and a towel around her neck — as if she had gone for a run early in the morning. However, running on a foggy day is not a wise choice, so this is probably just a way to disguise your motivations.

The look on her face was initially surprised, but after a few seconds it calmed down and turned to alertness. But the moment he saw Li Zhen appear, he became more surprised again, and opened his mouth slightly.

So Li Zhen breathed a sigh of relief - this shows that what this woman said before was not aimed at herself, but regarded herself as someone else. A few thoughts flashed through his mind, and he analyzed several possibilities in a second, but there were still quite mixed emotions in his mind.

This was the first real "acquaintance" he had seen since returning to the surface.

And this "acquaintance" seems to have grown a lot. It seemed that after he said that, Bai Xiaodang was ready to meet the enemy—now the plants around her all seemed to have spirituality, and every branch and leaf seemed to have turned into steel.

It's not that their color has become metallic, it's that they've all "stood". Whether it is petals or leaves, they all stand motionless in the mist, pointing in the direction where Li Zhen is walking, as if a freeze-frame shot in a movie, and as if it can be turned into an extremely sharp weapon in the next moment, breaking through the air.

So Li Zhen smiled and spread his hands: "What is this for?" ”

A smile releases kindness. The atmosphere between the two eased with the smile. The grass and trees became soft and delicate again in an instant, Bai Xiaodang took a step back slightly, and blinked: "...... Really?! ”

"It's me." Li Zhen said, "So you're one of the two envoys? Are you from Wanzhou, or are you from the other half of Yuzhou? ”

But Bai Xiaodang didn't reply immediately, but frowned slightly, and asked again: "Is it really you?" ”

Li Zhen was stunned: "Don't you recognize me?" ”

The other party hesitated slightly, and suddenly asked thoughtlessly: "What did you eat in the morning on August 8, 15?" ”

It's a ridiculous question – no one would ever remember what they ate on a particular morning five years ago, especially when it wasn't a big day. Li Zhen was stunned by her question again, and then realized what the other party was worried about.

Because there is another person in this world who can pretend to be himself, and can also explain what he has done in the past. And on August 8, 15, when the two of them already had very different memories and experiences, what happened at that time would never be known to the other person - let alone the extremely tricky question of "what did you have for breakfast".

If it were someone else, they would probably frown helplessly and ask, "So what color coat did you wear on August 8, 15?" But Li Zhen really took a second to recall.

Five years ago, on August 8th, ...... He and Yu Qingqing reunited.

The two of them lived in a courtyard on the edge of the ruins of Lingxian County, and at that time, he ate porridge for several days.

So his face became solemn, and he replied seriously: "Porridge." ”

Then he added: "Every day — and the guy was wearing camouflage, second-hand. ”

After finishing speaking, he went to look at Bai Xiaodang's face. The other party really breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice: "It's really you." ”

Then the woman smiled and repeated: "God, it's really you!" You even remember me! (To be continued......)