Several people who usually dive have come out one after another.

Jiang Chen flipped down the chat log, and the bookkeeper continued:

Bookkeeper: You should all know about the famous murder of a female corpse in Brighton.

Red Devil: The one that happened in the 30s of the 20th century, and the identity of the victim and the killer could not be confirmed?

Book Keeper: Exactly.

Book Keeper: Because of my work, I had the opportunity to look up some ancient materials, so I investigated the video and text messages left behind in the case.

Prince Arthurgard: But more than 80 years have passed since the case, are there any new clues?

The bookkeeper did not take Prince Arthurgard's words, and continued to speak at his own pace:

Bookkeeper: One of the most mysterious aspects of this case is that the murdered woman's body was intact and dressed in high society attire, but there was absolutely no one to prove his identity.

Shen Xiaoshao: Maybe the murderer dressed her in clothes that didn't belong to her?

Bookkeeper: There is still no conclusion to these questions. However, I was curious, so I simply took advantage of my position to compare the photos of the case at that time with other materials in the work system.

Prince Arthurgard: Your remarks have intrigued Prince Ben slightly.

Bookkeeper: :) anyway, although most of the results were not very similar due to technical limitations and storage time, due to technical limitations and storage time, I picked out a special case.

The above is the progress of the chat in the group before Jiang Chen opened his mobile phone. His attention was finally distracted a little from what he had seen and heard during the day. Seems to be quite interesting...... He smiled and continued to look down. But after a little more waiting, the bookkeeper did not continue.

Vodka with apples: What about the group masters?? Don't say half of it disappears!!

Shen Xiaoshao: Ah Shou may decide to change into women's clothes and then continue to talk to us.

"System prompt: Shen Xiaoshao was banned by the administrator for 10 minutes"

......

After a while, the phone received three pictures as soon as it was connected. The first two photos are obviously of the crime scene, which are very blurry and somewhat uncomfortable. The third one should be the comparison result that the bookkeeper said, which is a group photo, and it is generally quite clear. The photo should be a family, with the men wearing high-necked suits, while the women are wearing tight skirts and slightly loose styles, with playful short hair and a sparkling forehead band. The entire photograph was taken on the lawn in front of an old castle-style mansion.

Book Keeper: I'm sorry, but the internet signal is not very good in my place, and uploading pictures is a bit slow. In general, the first two photos are records left at the crime scene, and the third is a group photo matched in the system.

Prince Arthurgard: Greasy ...... at the scene of the crime

Azone: What's the third photo?

This Azone Jiang Chen, who is speaking, knows a little bit about the background, it seems that he is a rich second generation studying abroad, and his personality is not bad, but he occasionally shows off his wealth in the group or something.

Book Keeper: The third photograph I selected from the results of the system comparison is a family photo of the British Bute family in 1920. Note the girl sitting second from the left in the front row in the photo, her face resembling the victim in the Brighton case.

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes and found the girl that the book keeper said, somehow, he always felt that this girl's appearance was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Probably this is the saying "having an eye"? He thought about it like this again, and did not pay much attention to it in his heart, and continued to read the following speech.

Red Devil: Mamoru wouldn't make such a low-level mistake...... This photo was taken 14 years before the time of the crime!!

Azone: Yes, and the definition of the photos at that time was very low, even if there was no time bug, it was not uncommon for the two people to take photos that were very similar~

Book Keeper: Please don't worry, I used to think the same way, so I didn't really care. But then I casually compared the girl in the third group photo into the system again.

Vodka with apples: I have a hunch that the climax of the story is coming

Shen Xiaoshao: I can finally speak!!10 minutes suffocated me!

Book Keeper: ......

Book Keeper: Anyway, here's what I've sifted out and the results of the next comparison.

Jiang Chen opened the next two photos one by one. The two photos don't look as old as the previous ones, so the faces of the people are very clear. The first appears to be a portrait of a school event in the 80s, showing a girl wearing a red turtleneck sweater and high-waisted bell bottoms. The second is even closer, a close-up of the spectators at the London 2012 Olympics, which looks like it was taken from a high-definition camera.

And the girl in these two photos is at least nine points similar to the girl in the photo of the Bute family. Jiang Chen looked at the enlarged portrait displayed on his mobile phone, and felt more and more familiar, but he really couldn't remember where he had seen it.

Shen Xiaoshao: It's really exactly the same!

Red Devil: I don't think this can represent anything, does the group owner know Jiang Wenxiayu Zhang Yishan's stalk?

Azone: Hahaha The Chosen One is born every ten years~

Prince Arthurgard: Interesting! Do you have any other photos of Amori?

Book Keeper: Yes.

Then the bookkeeper sent out seven or eight more photographs, in which the characters were dressed in different ages, but their faces were extremely similar to those of the previous girl, and even the location of a mole on the left side of the girl's face was the same.

Book Keeper: And that's not all I've found, I've even found people who, with the exception of young girls, have a very consistent face, and have appeared in different eras and places. I think I might be able to interpret this information as a coincidence, but interestingly, when I was researching these people, I found that this phenomenon is also the subject of many paranormal studies.

Prince Arthurgard: Like Nikolai's will!

Red Devil: Isn't that the point of turning stones into alchemy?

Book Keeper: That's right, according to legend, Nikolai and Pannelli are still alive and well somewhere in the world. So I'm not going to draw any rigorous conclusions, but I'm just trying to make an interesting conjecture: Do you think supernatural abilities such as immortality and turning stones into gold exist?

Every morning when I get up, I can always speed up the passage of time!

Prince Arthurgard: Then I probably have the superpower to make women fall in love with me!

Azone: I've never seen anyone so brazen......

Jiang Chen watched the topics in the group gradually start to deviate, but in his heart, he answered the book keeper's question with certainty: of course supernatural abilities exist. Not only that, but myths, immortal cultivation, and even magic and witchcraft may all be true......

Thinking of this, he pressed his finger to the screen of his phone and typed out a paragraph:

Jiang Chen: What if, I mean what if.

Jiang Chen: Suppose supernatural abilities are real, such as magic and spells. So if there was an opportunity to learn about supernatural powers, what would you choose?

Everyone seemed to be thinking, and there was a small pause in the news in the group. What Jiang Chen didn't expect was that the first person to answer was actually a book keeper with a relatively serious personality.

Bookkeeper: If it were me, I'd give it a try.

Shen Xiaoshao: Can you learn perspective? Or teleport, you can get up in the morning and teleport to the company without squeezing the subway!

Azone: You're going to have superpowers and you still have to go to work??

Shen Xiaoshao: ...... emmm

Red Devil: Of course you have to learn!!

Vodka with Apple: I think that if it's true, I want to touch or understand it

Jiang Chen: Why?

Book Keeper: Don't you think...... Real life is like a train on a railroad track, no matter how fast it runs, it will always move on a fixed track. But if you have new strength, you may be able to live more freely......

The Red Devil: I just thought it was cool anyway

Vodka with Apple: I think if there are such superpowers, then maybe they are more fully evolved human beings...... In case that's the case, then I have to at least find a super girl to marry to increase the competitiveness of the offspring.

Prince Arthurgard: Apple-swean, please don't add drama to yourself...

Azone: I think I've got the superpower of being handsome and rich.

Shen Xiaoshao: I want to go to the women's bathhouse incognito!

"System prompt: Shen Xiaoshao was banned by the administrator for 10 minutes"

......

Jiang Chen put down his mobile phone, and was laughed at by the group of people in the group, and he felt much better. In this way, he gradually relaxed, lying quietly on the bed and looking at the silver light and shadow formed by the moonlight and the window lattice on the ceiling in a daze.

Why did you refuse? Don't you even have the courage to prove that it was a misunderstanding? What are you afraid of?

He stretched out his right hand, and the moonlight in the dark room cast a silver halo beyond the shadow of his palm. Then he gently pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, and the touch was cold, like the moonlight like water soaking the entire palm.

Don't you really know the answer to your question?

Probably because of this hand.

It was this hand that did not grasp the person he loved, and it was this hand that no longer had warmth, that made him deliberately forget, unable to face it, and unwilling to admit his cowardice and remorse.

In fact, he didn't know in his heart that he hadn't forgotten it at all.

How could he forget that he had seen the world outside of reality.

......

13 July 2008

"A five-year-old boy jumped directly from the balcony on the sixth floor and landed unharmed. 》

Yesterday afternoon, in a community in Hongpu District, a five-year-old boy Yuan Yuan (pseudonym) jumped directly from the balcony on the sixth floor because he witnessed his grandmother's heart failure, and landed unharmed. This newspaper specially invited a professor from XX University to give a professional explanation ......"

"I know, I know, that's the grandson of Aunt Wang's family next door, oops, just jump down......"

"I saw it too! I was walking downstairs and scared me......"

"It's really fateful, there's nothing wrong with jumping down so high, and I don't know what his parents think, the balcony windows are not locked. ”

"You don't know, Aunt Wang lives with her grandson, and I heard that her son and daughter-in-law are abroad!"

"Hey, the old man next door said that the kid was so scared that he didn't remember anything......"

"It's okay if you don't remember, then a child saw the car accident with his own eyes...... Tsk......"

......

Ten years ago.

Jiang Chen, who was a child, spent time with his grandmother until he was five years old. Grandma is a kind old lady, and Jiang Chen has the impression that she is always constantly bringing him snacks in the biscuit jar, or sitting on the sofa and falling asleep at the TV.

From an early age, he knew that he was not the same as ordinary children.

He can always see things that others can't.

Sometimes, it's uncles and aunts with empty eyes, sometimes it's grandparents in brightly colored clothes, sometimes it's children crying all the time, and even other times, it's some strange animals and huge bugs......

No one believed what was described, and even children of the same age were a little afraid of him. It was a very complex and indescribable experience, and he couldn't tell whether what he saw was "real" or "imagined" in the eyes of others. Fortunately, whenever he ran home crying because of grievances and bullying, there was always a grandmother by his side who gently picked him up, shook him, hummed songs, and gently coaxed him to sleep.

But inevitably, he became a silent child because of this.

Whenever he was sad because of what he saw, his grandmother always patted his head and said to him: It is because God likes us very much that Chenchen is different from other children.

He didn't believe it. If he likes himself, how can he give him something that other children don't like? Gradually, the young Jiang Chen no longer asks others to verify whether what he sees is "true".

It was an ordinary afternoon, and the sunset shone in through the small window, magnifying everything that happened that day infinitely, like an old film with browned edges, a montage of the movie, slowing down in front of your eyes. Grandma said that he was going to go grocery shopping and make his favorite braised meatballs, and asked him if he wanted to go out together. He sat on the sofa and watched the children's animation, perfunctory, refusing to miss his favorite show, but his eyes did not fall on his grandmother.

It wasn't until he heard the door of the old house babbling open, and the familiar sound of footsteps walking out of the door, that he glanced back.

It was a picture he would never forget.

A black creature, like a black cloud, lay on Grandma's shoulder. And from the grandmother's mouth, nose and ears, a white mist that was so thin that it was almost invisible floated out and fell into the mouth of the black cloud. The animal kept sucking, but its two eyes stared at him for a moment, and then the security door slammed shut in front of him.

He was terrified, crying and rushing at the door, but could not open it. Grandma's footsteps faded away until she heard the sound of the iron door opening and closing downstairs. He almost threw himself in front of the balcony window, but paused again:

He saw two grandmothers.

Yes, behind Grandma, there is a shadow exactly like her. Their bodies are almost close together, and even their movements are identical, like a DVD disc with a frame frame, or like a pictorial with multiple exposures.

And behind the grandmother, there are two more people.

It was a woman in a white dress, and a man in a black suit. The man dragged a long chain in his hand, step by step, step by step, following behind his grandmother.

He screamed and rushed out of the balcony, and the next moment, almost in the blink of an eye, the whole person was downstairs.

He didn't know how he got down, and he didn't care about it at all, so he just ran forward and grabbed his grandmother's hand. He had a vague idea in his heart, as long as he caught the shadow behind his grandmother, he must catch the shadow of his grandmother......

The woman in the white dress seemed to sense his presence, and when she looked back at him, she seemed to be a little stunned. Seeing that he didn't care about grabbing it, he sighed softly, pointed his fingers on his forehead, and whispered: "Stop! stop!"

He seemed to hear someone sigh in his ear, and he trembled from the soles of his feet to his scalp. After being tapped on the forehead, he couldn't move, so he cried and shouted with all his might: "Grandma!!"

Grandma didn't seem to hear and continued to walk forward. The shadow that followed behind her paused, turned slowly, and hesitated. Tears welled up in his eyes, his outstretched hand was still in mid-air, and he shouted, "Grandma!! come back soon!!"

The shadow listened to his voice and actually came towards him. Just a little bit, he could touch the corner of his grandmother's clothes.

Just a little bit.

It was then that the man in the suit finally turned around, his pupils pulled into a line at the sight of him, and his eyebrows tightened. The man's eyes swept over him, and his whole person seemed to have been pierced by a knife through his soul, fixed on the pillar of life and death, spreading out bursts of fear and retreat from the deepest part of his heart. The man raised the chain in his hand, smashed it on his grandmother's shadow, and shouted: "Don't stop!!"

Just a little bit.

The shadow turned to follow again, and walked straight forward. The child continued to shout and cry......

The man in the suit looked at him angrily and shouted: "Bold!!" Then the iron chain was raised and slapped at his right hand, which was still fixed in the air: "Retreat! Retreat!"

He only felt that it spread from his left hand to his whole body, his whole body was cold, his eyes were dark, and he didn't know anything anymore......

When I woke up again, my grandmother had died. I heard my parents say that I suddenly couldn't walk on the road, and it was a heart attack.

And he didn't say a word for three months, but tears kept falling at the sight of the man in the suit.

Doctors said he was stimulated too much and lost part of his memory. No one forced him to remember what happened that day, and his parents took him to a new place.

Only he knew in his heart that in fact, the moment his grandmother's "shadow" turned back, he could hold her.

However, the fear in his heart kept him in place.

He was scared.

He felt powerless and insignificant.

Just a little bit.

Or life and death.

So, he selectively forgot everything.

Escaping is much easier than confronting.

Since then, as if confirming his lies, he has really never seen those "things that others can't see".

The world has become simple and monotonous.

And he became an ordinary person.

......

The right hand was still on his forehead, and the gradually decreasing temperature made his mind turn slowly.

Since that incident, his right hand has not been warm, as stiff and cold as a piece of black iron.

Strange admission calls, confusing information sessions, familiar and unfamiliar classmates...... All of this took his memories out of the dust, blowing off the mottled dust and exposing him to the harsh sunlight.

I closed my eyes, but I couldn't stop the memories from pouring in.

I'm sorry, grandma, maybe I'm just a cowardly ordinary person. He pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly and exhaled deeply.

It's all gone...... Why did you remember it again......

The eyelids slowly become heavy......

Drowsiness gradually set in......

......

"Click, click"

"Click, click" came from nowhere.

Jiang Chen, who was half-asleep and half-awake, suddenly opened his eyes and listened carefully.

It was a sound coming from the direction of the living room, and it was so subtle that it was impossible to distinguish it without careful discernment. Jiang Chen glanced at his phone, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

This time......

On a summer night, Jiang Chen broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, there were so many things that happened in one day today, he felt that he wouldn't feel strange if anything happened at this moment.

Grab your phone, tiptoe up, look around the bedroom, and finally pick up the glass kettle at the head of the bed and measure it in your hand.

Knowing that Suosuo's voice continued to come, Jiang Chen stood on tiptoe lightly and slowly moved in the direction of the living room

Leaning against the wall in the corner from the living room to the bedroom, I took a deep breath.

Syllable!

With his back against the wall, his eyes staring at the darkness without blinking. With his left hand, he pressed the switch in the living room, and in an instant, the light filled the room. Although his heart was a little empty, he still pretended to be calm, and roared angrily: "Don't move!!"

At this moment, Jiang Chen was holding a mobile phone in his left hand and a kettle in his right hand, leaning against the wall with his back against the wall, facing the entire living room with a vigilant expression.

The windows of the living room balcony are wide open, and the snow-white gauze curtains flutter slowly in the wind, and the night breeze slowly pours in.

Empty.

"Click, click, click"

The subtle sound still rings...... Listen to the direction of the sound...... Seem...... Right in his ear!