"Life is never as good as you want it to be, and it's not as bad as you think it is. ———— French writer, Maupassant.

Song Yi didn't remember the exact date of that day, he only remembered that it was the old man Wang Hanyuan who took him to the cinema, saying that it was to relax.

Originally, Song Yi thought that Wang Hanyuan would choose a movie that was more similar to an old-fashioned classic, at least it should be a film that suited the tastes of middle-aged and elderly people, so Song Yi didn't have much expectations, because out of respect, Song Yi decided to accompany the old man to watch the movie.

However, what he didn't expect was that the movie selected by Wang Hanyuan turned out to be the finale of the third phase of the Marvel Cinematic Universe, which is said to have invested more than one billion dollars in Avengers III, and it is also a Marvel movie that swept the world several years ago and was highly sought after by young people.

It seems that this old man is much younger on the inside than on the outside.

The movie tells the story of a group of superheroes in order to save the whole universe, and starts a shocking battle against the boss Thanos, the bravery of Captain America, the various high-tech used by Iron Man, the spells of Doctor Strange, the power of the Hulk... There are also helpers from other parts of the universe, such as the teasing Star-Lord in Guardians of the Galaxy, etc., and Thanos, as the boss, controls the infinite power that can easily destroy the universe.

It is a visual feast in which abstract concepts such as time and space and soul are brought to the screen as a means of battle.

"This movie is amazing, when will our country have such a work?" Wang Hanyuan applauded the movie, and although Song Yi thought the movie was very interesting, he was far less excited than the old man next to him, as if Wang Han was far younger than himself.

"No matter how wonderful things are in the movie, they don't exist in reality after all, old man Wang, as a criminal expert, you have to distinguish between fantasy and reality. After leaving the cinema, Song Yi said to Wang Hanyuan.

"But that's really interesting, isn't it? I like two things in this world, one is to study how people die, and the other is to see this kind of representation by the human imagination. Wang Hanyuan smiled and said, "Do you know? I sometimes face those victims, I wonder where they went after they died? If there really are other worlds, then they don't care about the experience of being killed by others in this life." ”

"Science can prove that the soul is just a word that people use to comfort themselves, and in fact, what supports the life of the human body is..."

However, Wang Hanyuan interrupted him, he waved his hand: "This is not superstition, it is a kind of awe in people's hearts for their unknown territory, but you are not wrong, the existence of the soul is indeed a kind of sustenance for people, every time I am handling a case, I will have a feeling when I stand at the scene, maybe the victim is looking at me, hoping that I can get justice for them." ”

"Is this your belief?" Song Yi asked, but he really didn't understand, just this unprovable idea could make this old man's preface in the field of criminal investigation persist for decades.

However, this brief conversation, for some reason, has been haunting Song Yi's mind since then, after the establishment of the Behavior Analysis Department, Song Yi has been to the scene of hundreds of cases, and has seen countless corpses of men, women and children, he cooperated with others to collect information on the scene, and put himself into the perspective of the perpetrator to analyze more information about the criminal.

Sometimes, Song Yi would stand alone in front of a certain corpse at the scene and wonder, who he was avenging, was it this lifeless carbohydrate, or the soul of the deceased?

Well, the soul... Does it really exist?

......

In the haze, everything in Song Yi seemed to have completely stopped.

"Am I dead, why can't I feel anything?"

Song Yi has been wondering, what kind of feeling is real death, is the feeling of being on the verge of death biologically, is it really death that he touches at the end? Or is it just a line away, but what he feels is only pseudo-death, and it is still not real death?

However, this haze did not last forever, at a certain moment, Song Yi, who had no feeling of everything, suddenly had some kind of familiar feeling, but this feeling did not seem to be very good, he felt that he could not breathe, like a drowning man sinking to the bottom of the lake, in a state of suffocation, but the instinct to survive still made him start a competition with death.

He struggled desperately, and at this moment, some kind of interference hit Song Yi's consciousness like a violent wave, it seemed to be a vague memory, for Song Yi, this memory was something he had never experienced, that is, it was someone else's memory.

The original owner of the memory seems to be also called Song Yi, he grew up in a family, and is now seventeen years old, but because the arrival of this memory was too sudden, it directly collided with Song Yi's original memory, and in the collision, these memories were separated into countless fragments, so Song Yi could only obtain a part of the memory information.

Naturally, there is no detailed memory of the family, and what Song Yi knows is the deepest part of the memory of the original owner, which contains his parents, whose father seems to have a high status in the Song family, but not the highest, and unfortunately, the mother of the original owner of the memory has died in a fire a few years ago, in addition, he also has a twin brother, and a sister who is very good to him.

This deepest memory is like a family.

However, just when Song Yi's consciousness was integrated into this memory, another memory full of rage also came like a tide, in this memory, the original owner of the memory was in a quiet room, and he was about to rest, but he was suddenly attacked by an unknown person, and the other party's face could not be seen clearly, but his methods were very direct, the most simple and rough hard pinch, suffocating it.

Nothing after that is no longer evident, because... The original owner of the memory is dead.

But Song Yi was puzzled, why did he see this memory?

But at this time, Song Yi didn't have the heart to think so much, he felt that he needed to breathe, if he didn't struggle, then the god of death would get closer and closer, and if he didn't work hard, he would never have a chance again.

Stay alive... I'm going to... Stay alive!

"Ahh

After I don't know how long I worked, in this tug-of-war with death, Song Yi seemed to be going from one extreme to the other, and he finally miraculously defeated this death, as if waking up in a nightmare, the darkness in Song Yi's consciousness was finally broken by a faint light.

Familiar sensations came from all parts of the body, fresh air circulated from the mouth and nose, the trembling of hands and feet, and the rotation of eyes attracted a touch of orange light, but it seemed that the light was too strong, Song Yi hurriedly closed his eyes again, but at this moment his brain was getting clearer and clearer.

Where am I?

What just happened?

By the way, Song Yi remembered that he went with the task force to arrest Liu Changshan, the most terrible serial murderer in history, the villa was surrounded, and then because of the hostages, Song Yi had no choice but to negotiate with Liu Changshan, but when all the mysteries were revealed, Song Yi found that all this was arranged by one of his most trusted people around him.

Lu Yuan's guy, in order to be able to sit in the leadership position of the behavior analysis department, chose to get rid of Song Yi.

In other words, he was plotted.

Wait a minute... Wasn't he shot in the head by Liu Changshan? How could he still be alive? Could it be that he was rescued at the last moment?

However, at this time, Song Yi didn't have the heart to analyze these problems, he was anxious to get up, he had to tell the old man Wang Hanyuan about Lu Yuan, at least Lu Yuan was no longer a person who could be trusted, and if he continued to let him stay in the task force, it would be a time bomb for the entire task force.

However, when Song Yi tried to support his body, he was stunned by a strange feeling coming from all over his body, this feeling was not like weakness, but another more weird, weird feeling that Song Yi couldn't describe for a while.

It's so small.

Song Yi finally sorted out this feeling, he should be twenty-four years old now, but he felt that his body was like returning to the age of sixteen or seventeen, although they were all very young, but compared to the body of twenty-four years old, this body that was only sixteen or seventeen years old was much more immature.

What's going on?

This doesn't seem to be the body you're familiar with?

For this point, when he tried to grit his teeth and run in left and right, he finally determined that this person did not have tiger teeth, and Song Yi himself had a pair of tiger teeth.

Could it be said?

The guess that quickly popped up in his mind was a conclusion that even he couldn't believe after connecting all the clues from just now to now.

Song Yi felt that the body he was in now might be the young man of the Song family who was also called Song Yi just now, and those memory fragments were his, and just now, this young man was assassinated by unknown people, he was strangled to death, and the strength of the other party was so great that the young Song Yi didn't even have a way to resist.

After the death of the original owner, Song Yi, the profiler who was supposed to die in the shooting, replaced him and became the second owner of this body.

Other words... Song Yihe... Reborn!

This is incredible, he actually occupied the body of another person with the same name, Song Yi quickly thought of the soul that Wang Hanyuan had always believed in, could it be that after his death, his soul floated here?

Other words... Wang Hanyuan has always believed in the soul... Yes!

"Family doctor, how is Yi'er?"

When Song Yi understood the situation he was in, a somewhat anxious voice came, and Song Yi opened his eyes again while sorting out the fragments of memories in his mind.

"Hall Master!Young Master Song Yi.... His eyes moved! He's alive!"

When Song Yi opened his eyes again, a shout full of surprise sounded around, judging from the echo of the voice, Song Yi judged that he was in a room of tens of square meters, and the pressure from behind also told Song Yi that he was lying on a bed.

When Song Yi opened his eyes and saw that there was an old man in gray sitting next to him, the old man had a charitable face, and he looked like he was at least eighty or ninety years old, he was taking his pulse, did he mean that he was a doctor?

Song Yi also found that everything in this room seemed to be very ancient, without any technological equipment, and it was not modern at all.

At this moment, several hurried figures suddenly walked in from outside the house, and a middle-aged man led by them walked directly to Song Yi's bed, looking at Song Yi intently.

He is the father of the assassinated teenager Song Yi, Song Qing.

Seeing these two people, two speculations have already surfaced in Song Yi's heart, one is either filming by himself, and the other is...

This is not the Earth world I used to know.