People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

Jinzhou, Panhua Restaurant.

The proprietress Panhua looked at the two people and a cat who were feasting on their food in front of her with a look of satisfaction.

I couldn't help but ask, "Ling An, how does the newly improved secret cat food taste?"

Ling An pressed the switch: "Hao Chi!"

On the other side, Chixia and Chaomei's cheeks were flushed.

Ling An glanced at the two of them, and the terminal suddenly received a message.

He suddenly understood and jumped off the table.

"Where are you going?" Chaomei put down her chopsticks and looked at me with a sharp gaze.

"Uh...the Public Security Bureau wants to talk to me about something!" Ling An lied quickly.

"Huh? Why haven't I received any news from the Public Security Bureau?" Chixia asked curiously.

She met Ling An's resentful gaze.

Chixia, you should eat well now.

Stop interrupting.

Chaomei leaned over and looked at Ling An with a subtle smile on her face.

The dazzling golden pupils made Ling An a little frightened.

Chixia's interest was also aroused, and she said aloud, "Let me guess who you are going to meet?"

"Lord Ling Yin? No, Lord Ling Yin seems to be busy now."

"Yangyang, that's not the case. Yangyang has her own things to do..."

"Could it be Bai Zhi? But Bai Zhi has been staying at the research institute recently..."

"Sanhua? That shouldn't be the case. Sanhua has been very busy recently..."

Chixia uttered the names one after another like calling out the names of dishes.

With each name she said, Chaomei's eyes became more focused.

Ling An closed his eyes and swallowed.

Don’t report it, sister.

Please, I beg you.

If he continues to report it, he will go to see God.

Chaomei stretched out her hand, interrupted Chixia's guess, and whispered:

"It turns out that our Ling'an life has been so colorful these days."

Ling An awkwardly pressed the switch: "It's... it's okay."

Chao Mei lowered her eyes and whispered in Ling An's ear: "It's Yinlin."

Ling An was shocked.

As expected, I can’t hide it from Chaomei.

His performance completely betrayed himself.

Ling An simply nodded: "Hmm..."

Forget it, whether you stick your head out or hide your head, you will be killed, so you might as well be quick.

However, the expected reaction from Chaomei did not come. Ling An opened his eyes slightly and looked at her secretly.

I saw Chao Mei still standing in front of him, just muttering a warning:

"As for cats, anything is fine, but I can be the only one without a crown. Got it?"

Joy flashed in Ling An's eyes.

He nodded heavily.

Chaomei, you are really... such a nice person!

However, does Chaomei have any obsession with his true identity as the Uncrowned One?

This overbearing possessiveness.

Could it be that Chao Mei’s XP is really not that of an ordinary human?

Ling An didn't think much about it and headed towards the coordinates sent by Yin Lin in the message.

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the pavilion.

Under the pavilion, Yinlin stood quietly waiting.

The moonlight caressed her naked skin, white as porcelain jade.

She caught a glimpse of Ling An from the corner of her eye, turned around and smiled:

"You came."

Ling An nodded slightly and jumped onto the railing.

He pressed the switch and said, "I am Ling An, the current state patrol officer."

"Pfft." Yin Lin couldn't help but covered her mouth and laughed out loud. She looked at Ling An with a slight flicker in her eyes:

"You don't need to pretend in front of me. I know you can talk."

Ling An smiled in his heart.

Sure enough, not everyone is as silly as Ma Xiaofang.

"Don't worry, I know your secrets and you know mine, it's only fair."

Yinlin sat down with her legs supported, her head resting lightly on the railing, her eyes only an inch away from Ling An.

What she said was exactly what Ling An knew about her being a core member of the Guihun Mutual Aid Society.

"Yanshi has been imprisoned, and the Guihun Mutual Aid Association..." she whispered to herself, "It's finally over."

"Do you regret it?" Ling An asked.

Yinlin shook her head. Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something and said to Ling An with a smile:

"I am Yinlin, the current state patrol officer. I stand up for justice and punish evil and promote good."

Ling An looked into her eyes, and his old face couldn't help but turn red.

This is imitating him speaking with a gourd.

He coughed twice and said, "Once you are in the arena, you have no choice."

In the silent night, there were only two of them in the pavilion.

Yinlin leaned lazily and stretched out a slender finger to point at Ling An.

Ling An did not dodge and let the finger lightly touch the tip of his nose.

"Who are you anyway?"

"Me?" Ling An was silent for a moment, then said loudly, "If you don't mind, you can call me Jinzhou Feiyuxia."

Chixia, I'm sorry for stealing your name.

After the words fell, Ling An felt a tingling sensation at his fingertips, accompanied by Yin Lin's gentle voice:

"Dishonest."

Ling An touched the tip of his nose awkwardly.

Yinlin didn't use any force, although the facts proved that it would be difficult to hurt herself even if she used all her strength.

However, he didn't hate this strange feeling.

"I'm very curious about you now." Yin Lin stared at Ling An.

In the base of Guihun Mutual Aid Association, Ling An's performance was beyond her expectations.

From beginning to end, Ling An only took action twice.

The first time he attacked, he tore through all the obstacles that blocked Yanshi;

The second time he attacked, the mechanical structure that Yanshi was so proud of was like paper in front of him.

It seemed that in front of Ling An, this inconspicuous gray cat, there was nothing that could not be solved with a single shot.

No one could know how drastically her mood changed during this process.

Except for herself.

It's like riding on a roller coaster with a heart hanging in the air, going up and down.

Ling An looked at her and thought that curiosity would more than kill the cat.

Having sent his adoptive father to prison with his own hands, Yinlin had undoubtedly just experienced a dramatic change in his life.

At this moment, her heart was no different from the hanging moon in front of her.

White, but empty.

He said calmly: "You don't have to recognize my appearance, everything you see is me."

"Really? That's really interesting."

Yinlin spoke slowly, extending his arm towards Ling An.

Ling An jumped into her arms without any hesitation.

The sound of a steady heartbeat reached his ears, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Before this, he always looked at everyone with a "superior" perspective that is unique to time travelers.

Be it Chaomei or Yinlin, all the people he met along the way were there before he came to Solaris.

He already knew their names and more or less understood their personalities.

It was not until this moment, when he listened to Yinlin's steady heartbeat, that he finally realized.

In this world, every person he meets is unique.

They have their own past and their own lives.

This heavy heartbeat is the best proof.

The night breeze is cool, my arms are comfortable, and my knees are soft.

The beautiful scenery made Ling An close his eyes involuntarily.

Yin Lin's faint voice came to my ears:

"I will remember you, Ling An."

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up from his nap.

Yinlin's figure has disappeared.

Ling An smiled with relief and took out a torn and somewhat old note from his arms.

When I unfolded the paper, I saw a crudely drawn sketch on it.

He found this painting in the camp of the Returning Soul Mutual Aid Society.

In the moonlight, he could vaguely make out the figures above—

The people on the far left and right of the painting wearing patrol uniforms are Yinlin's parents;

The one in the middle wearing a mask and looking silly is Yanshi when he was young.

And the little girl standing in the front looks innocent.

It was the young Yinlin.

Judging from the painterly skills alone, this painting is really poor.

But hidden in this old painting is the entire story behind the Returning Soul Mutual Aid Society.

Ling An could imagine how the young Yin Lin held the pen and stood on tiptoe to reach the table.

I want to outline my happy family stroke by stroke.

However, times have changed.

The people in the painting passed away and separated, leaving only the girl who painted the painting alone, wandering in the night of Jinzhou.