Nie Ming rushed from his home to the street and quickly stopped a taxi.

"To the Municipal Cemetery!" He said to the driver hurriedly.

The municipal cemetery is built on the outskirts of the city, and the environment is elegant, quiet and solemn. The white tombstones are neatly and regularly arranged. At this time, there are less than ten elderly people standing in front of the graves of their deceased relatives and friends, mourning silently. An atmosphere of holiness and solemnity.

Nie Ming broke into the cemetery sweating profusely, staring at each tombstone as he ran, as if looking for something. Several old men frowned, casting strange glances at him.

Twenty minutes later, Nie Ming stood in front of a tombstone and stopped.

He crouched down slowly, his eyes fixed on the small flower stand less than thirty centimeters high above the tombstone, on which some pale yellow and white flowers were planted.

Nie Ming swallowed. He reached into the dirt of the planter, fumbling back and forth - suddenly, his hand stopped.

He pulled out a small plastic bag from the flower stand. He could feel that it contained a piece of paper folded into small squares.

Nie Ming covered the soil of the flower platform and gently patted it twice to restore it to its original shape. Then, with trembling hands, he opened the small plastic bag and unfolded the piece of paper inside, on which only one sentence was written.

After Nie Ming finished reading it, his face turned pale, his whole body trembled, and his breathing became short.

"That's right...... So that's it! From the beginning, I got it all wrong......" he exclaimed.

Suddenly, Nie Ming raised his head suddenly, as if remembering something for a moment, he spread his legs and ran towards the cemetery gate, stopping a taxi again.

"To the Yu family manor in the north city! Fast! Nie Ming roared.

After the car arrived, Nie Ming frantically rushed into the big iron gate of the Yu family's manor, and the housekeeper who was at the door was startled.

"Nie Ming? How do you ......" The housekeeper was puzzled when he saw Nie Ming, who was sweating profusely and had a panicked face.

Nie Ming grabbed the old butler's shoulder and asked loudly, "Did Song Jingci come just now?" ”

The housekeeper leaned back, obviously a little frightened, and said hesitantly, "Yes, Miss Song...... Arrived with her brother about an hour ago. ”

Nie Ming let go of the old butler and ran towards the big house of the Yu family desperately.

Nie Ming ran to the door and pushed open the hidden door, he gasped for breath and stared at his eyes - Yu Jie, who was sitting in the living room drinking coffee, reading the morning newspaper, and the maid beside him were startled at the same time. The coffee Yu Jie held in his hand spilled and splashed on his legs.

"Nie Ming? What are you doing? Yu Jie frowned and asked suspiciously.

Nie Ming walked up to Yu Jie in a few steps and asked loudly, "What about Song Jingci?" ”

"Song Jingci? I don't know? How could she be with me? Yu Jie looked at Nie Ming with a strange look.

Nie Ming raised his head and took a deep breath: "Oh my God......"

Yu Jie seemed to want to ask something, but Nie Ming had already turned around and ran out the door.

Suddenly, he stopped, turned to look at Yu Jie again, and asked, "You told me last time that your father has a friend who often comes to your house to look for your father, right?" ”

Yu Jie nodded slightly.

"What's his name?" Nie Ming asked eagerly.

"His name is Han Ze, I used to call him Uncle Han." Yu Jie said, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Nie Ming ignored his question and continued to ask, "He used to come to your house often?" ”

"I came a lot, and I talked to my father for hours as soon as I came. But after my father died, I never saw him again. ”

"Do you have any special impressions of him?"

"Exceptional...... Impressions? Yu Jie thought for a while, "I remember that person had a habitual movement, because that movement was a bit strange, so I had an impression." ”

"What action? Say it! ”

"I remember that he used to rub his left index finger back and forth on his temples when he was thinking about things. Yes, I've seen this action many times. ‘

After hearing this, Nie Ming ran out of the door without looking back.

Standing at the door, Nie Ming looked to the west of the manor. Then he ran quickly towards the white house.

Nie Ming came to the white house out of breath. He stepped forward, slammed the door violently, and shouted, "Open the door, I know you're inside!" ”

But there was no movement in the house, and the door was still tightly closed.

Nie Ming slammed the door a few more times, but there was still no response. He leaned his face close to the door and shouted inside, "If you don't open the door again, I'll call the police immediately!" ”

After more than ten seconds, the door opened, and Nie Ming rushed in and closed the door.

"I guessed right, it's you!" Nie Ming looked at the person in front of him and said fiercely.

Looking at Nie Ming, Song Jingci looked a little surprised: "Nie Ming, why did you come here?" ”

"Don't pretend! I know everything, and I know exactly who you are! ”

Song Jingci approached Nie Ming and looked at him, her expression suddenly became cold and unfamiliar: "I didn't pretend, I just asked, how did you come here - I mean, how did you know all this?" ”

Nie Ming didn't answer her question, he asked coldly, "What about Song Yu?" ”

Song Jingci pointed to the back, and Song Yu was lying on the bed in a coma.

"You...... What did you do to him? ”

She shrugged: "Don't be nervous, I just gave him a Coke with sleeping pills and he just fell asleep." ”

Song Jingci sat on a single sofa, folded her hands, and asked calmly: "You were still convinced of my identity yesterday, why do you seem to understand everything today?" ”

"Because I found an imperceptible detail in those notebooks left by your father, and it aroused my suspicion of you."

"Oh? Let's hear it. Song Jingci raised her eyebrows, showing great interest.

"I guess the police didn't even notice this detail. Your father had a habit of recording dates using the lunar calendar that we don't usually use! When I found out about this problem, it immediately occurred to me that the date '05.12.23' he left on the green notepad might also be a lunar date, but he cleverly used the Gregorian calendar to make a hidden cover! ”

"Why would he do that?" Song Jingci asked.

"Because he's going to test it one last time, are you really not his daughter anymore!" Nie Ming said sharply, "Do you know that if 'December 23, 05' is converted to the Gregorian calendar, what is the month and what day?" ”

Song Jingci tilted her head to look at him.

"It's January 22nd!" Nie Ming shouted.

"You told me before that it's your mother's death day, in other words, your birthday! Think about it, if you are really the same Song Jingci as before, how can you not know that your father has the habit of using the lunar calendar to record dates? How could it be that the secret hidden by this date could not be discovered? ”

"But what does that mean?"

"Means that if you find out this secret, you'll be able to find this last piece of paper, not me - and discover who you really are!"

Nie Ming took out the last page from his pocket and held it firmly in his hand: "We always thought that we had unlocked the secret of your father's words. But I didn't know until just now that there was a second mechanism hidden in that passage - it implied that the last page of this book was hidden in the flowerstand of your mother's tombstone! ”

"It turns out that there is still the last page of this book, and my father has set up a lot of puzzles." Song Jingci sneered and said, "You are also not simple, through the date converted to my mother's death date, I immediately thought that this last page was hidden in front of my mother's grave - it seems that it was really the right choice for me to cooperate with you at that time." ”

"But," she continued, "what is it on this piece of paper that I can't know, and that needs to go through so much trouble?" ”

Nie Ming slowly unfolded the piece of paper, brought it to Song Jingci, and said, "Look at it yourself." ”

Song Jingci squinted at the two sentences on the last piece of paper:

First Reincarnation Experimenter: Han Ze (April 27, 1963)

Second Reincarnation Experimenter: Song Jingci (March 18, 1997)