"How long have I been unconscious?"

"One day and one night!"

Han Qingxin unconsciously let go of Zhu Beichen's hand, and there was a faint estrangement in his heart, an inexplicable feeling, he only had a pair of skins, was there still that familiar soul under the skin?

"How are you in two coffins?" Her expression was wary, her voice became colder and colder, and her right hand subconsciously touched her waist, where there was a dagger.

"What! I slept in a coffin before? ”

"Who are you and what is your name?"

"I'm Zhu Beichen."

When many people answer the question of name, they usually reply such as I am so-and-so, and only extremely confident people will use word formation methods such as 'I am', which is in line with Zhu Beichen's character, and Han Qingxin also has the identity of a psychologist.

"What year, month, and day were you born?"

"July 11, 1987."

"Who are you and what is your name?" Han Qingxin's questions became sharper and sharper, and his tone became more and more cold.

"I'm Zhu Beichen, I answered you, what do you want to do?" His mood began to fluctuate.

"Where were you born and what was your first job after high school."

"In a small ravine in the south." He realized that he was overly agitated and adjusted his emotions.

"What was my first job, I just got into college not long ago, where did I get my first job?"

Minx is probing me?

Han Qingxin used situational hints, he needed to cooperate with the tone of his voice firmly, and first believed that he had graduated from high school and had his first job. All her actions, including her movements and tone, silently hinted to the man that if he really had a problem, he would definitely make up his own topic, or remain silent. The former option is most likely flawed, because no matter how he makes it up, the premise of this hypothesis itself does not exist. If he chooses to be silent, it is the hardest thing to judge. But the man's answer was accurate. Han Qingxin has all his information, including the date of birth and what he has done during a certain period of time. She knows it all.

"When we were in the Jiuqu River Valley, there was a stone tablet at the entrance of the valley......" Han Qingxin just started talking, waiting for the other party's addition.

She couldn't give him time to think fully, and if it was all something he had personally experienced, he wouldn't hesitate to recall it. Including repeatedly asking for his name, Han Qingxin was just waiting for him to make a mistake. Because everyone has the deepest memory of their own name, even if you are walking on the road and someone calls out a similar name, you will subconsciously make a physical or verbal response.

"I don't know the words on that stone tablet, it's Jinwen." His tone was very calm.

"You doubt me, what are you doubting me?" A person may have a hideous face when he roars, but when he is questioned coldly, it is the most terrifying.

Han Qingxin was silent, the owner of this shell was originally an extraordinary existence, he had a highly developed mind, his own series of psychological tests would not work for him, and the answers he gave made him shake.

"You forgot that I saved you in the Jiuqu River Valley, and in the Heishui River, I would rather exchange my life for the freedom of you and the Seven Rooms, you forgot all this, you actually doubt me."

Han Qingxin didn't ask questions, but he said a series of incidents, and he had no flaws. Is it really that I am too careful, but how to explain the previous dream.

A person occupies Zhu Beichen's body, has his entire memory, and even inherits all his emotions, so what is the difference between this person and Zhu Beichen?

If I don't continue to ask, does it mean that I already trust him? The man in front of him felt both familiar and strange to himself, and he couldn't tell where the stranger was.

"Okay, I'm sorry, I was too careful."

"You came back from a coffin before, and I had to look at it more than once." She concealed her previous fantastical dreams, a chasm in her heart, and then made up more lies to cover it up.

"Do you remember what happened before, why are you and Sanqian in the coffin?"

Coffin! Zhu Beichen suddenly thought that among all the dreamlike scenes experienced after Wushan, only Gu Ling was building the coffin over and over again. The first time I went to the back of the house, her coffin was not yet formed. It wasn't until the second time I went that the coffin was ready. Maybe Gu Ling made a lot of coffins, but she didn't see them, or maybe the picture behind the house has been experienced countless times, and she has been in the dead loop of that time, endlessly reincarnated in that period, she created countless coffins.

This is Zhu Beichen's deepest impression of the coffin, and it has an inseparable relationship with the mysterious Gu Ling.

"I don't know, how can I be in the coffin with Sanqian, there is a wooden house at the foot of the mountain behind Wushan, and there is an old woman behind the wooden house." His consciousness was a little confused, and for the first time he was thrown into a coffin in a daze, anyone would be afraid. Maybe people who don't know will bury themselves in the loess mound along with the coffin, and they will really die.

Han Qingxin confessed flatly, but it sounded like a thunderous glance to Zhu Beichen.

"In three days, the festival will begin." The date of the festival was originally set for half a month later, that is, on January 1, 2006.

Zhu Beichen was silent, his face was shrouded in a faint condensation, in his memory, he and Sanqian only stayed in Wushan for two days, but the outside world had passed for nearly half a month.

Is it that I'm crazy, or is this world crazy, is all this unreal, I'm still in a dream, and I haven't come out of it?

He looked at Han Qingxin's expression a little unnatural, but a terrible thought came to his heart.

Is the minx real?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a chill down his spine.

"What is the number today?"

"December 29, 2005!"

I went to Wushan with 3,000 on December 18, and now a full eleven days have passed. Could it be that I have been trapped in a dream and spent more than ten days, or have I been locked in a coffin for these days?

The more Zhu Beichen thought about it, the more headache he felt, there must be a problem in one link. The dilapidated wooden house behind Wushan seems to have a mysterious formation in the house. Later, they met the grandmother of the three thousand, that is, Gu Ling, and Gu Ling took them to the underground stone room.

He constantly recalls the scenes he has experienced, and he remembers amazingly the facial expressions and characteristics of the characters, the arrangement of the scenes and the arrangement of objects in each environment. But every time I recall, I always feel that there is something wrong.

And the so-called wrong means that it does not conform to the operating rules of the real world, and he can't think of it after all.

(Off topic: The chapter is free so far, thanks to the friends who have praised it.) At the same time, I hope that some readers will respect my hard work, everyone has a different perspective, you have read hundreds of chapters, you feel bad, you can turn away. Don't leave sarcasm behind, because you read the fruits of my labor for free, and I don't care if you ask for a penny, but please respect others and accumulate virtue in your mouth. Hard work code word 6000 may I pass in one night, if you are really talented, welcome to the creation of development. Finally, thank you to the friends who have been silently supporting. ）