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Gu Xun's words stunned Song Mi.

"Not crazy?"

If this continues, Zhan Zhi is not crazy, he is going crazy.

"No, you were the one who said she was crazy before," Song Mi quickly straightened his messy mind, "And after Zhan Zhi was indeed a little abnormal, Liang Xu didn't cry when he was gone, protecting Qin Wei like a younger brother. Yes, even before, I have never seen her so nervous, this brat."

Song Mi said halfway, but felt that he could see it, so Gu Xun must also be able to see it.Since he thinks so, it means there must be something wrong with Zhanzhi.

"You mean... Zhanzhi pretending to be crazy?" Song Mi made a bold guess, and then quickly denied it, "There's no reason?"

Liang Xu's sudden incident must be more than that simple. If Zhan Zhi knew what was going on, shouldn't he tell them immediately?

Song Mi frowned, and felt that he couldn't use his own brain to think about the problem.

People like Zhanzhi Gu Xun with good brains can do things that people can't figure out.

Zhan Zhi must have her own reasons for doing so.

Gu Xun, "When Liang Xu was buried, Zhan Zhi was in a bad mood."

He thought back to Zhan Zhi's actions not long ago, the little girl deliberately avoided Qin Wei, and cast her eyes on where they were more than once.

"She's waiting," Gu Xun said calmly, looking at the wall behind Song Mi, "She wants to kill Qin Wei."

Song Mi didn't understand how Gu Xun knew Zhan Zhi's thoughts, he didn't see that there was such a meaning at all.

"Why don't you tell me directly," Song Mi really couldn't figure it out, "No matter how powerful the bear's abilities are, I and you can always kill him."

Gu Xun was silent for a moment: "That's right."

Song Mi, who was rarely affirmed by his train of thought, was slightly flattered: "Huh?"

Gu Xun confessed: "So I don't know what she wants to do."

"I don't understand you smart people," Song Mi's lips twitched, "If you have something to worry about, you always feel that one person can take care of the overall situation and plan everything."

Gu Xun rubbed Song Mi's soft hair: "I don't."

Song Mi shook his head like a dog, as if he was upset: "Oh."

"Zhan Zhi won't hurt you," Gu Xun lowered his eyes, resting Song Mi's chin on his fingertips, and asked softly, "Is that right?"

Because he is a partner who lives and dies together, he will give him absolute trust.

Even if he knew what the other party was deliberately hiding, he still believed that she would not do anything to hurt Song Mi.

Song Mi's eyelashes trembled, feeling the touch of Gu Xun's fingertips brushing against his temples.

It's as if I'm in the hands of Gu Xun, but the other party is someone I like, so I can handle it.

"Gu Xun." Song Mi closed her eyes and called him.

Ever since the two got together, Song Mi seldom called them by their previous nicknames, instead they called them by their first names.

Gu Xun was the same as before, always calling him by his first name.

"Ok?"

"Liang Xu...is he really dead?"

The night was very quiet, Song Mi's voice was a little choked, and the smile on his face was like the sea water with low tide at night, slowly disappearing on his pale lips with the impact of the tide.

Song Mi thought a lot this afternoon, and at first he didn't even believe that Liang Xu died just like that.

The corpse had no head, and he had doubted whether it was Liang Xu, but everything told him afterwards that Liang Xu was dead.

"My mother just got rid of her abilities this morning, and Liang Xu died at night." Song Mi buried her face in Gu Xun's arms, "Is this a coincidence?"

If the shixie ability is still there, they can even go back in time and return to before Liang Xu was killed.

"It's not a coincidence at all," Song Mi gripped the corner of Gu Xun's clothes tightly, "It's fucking intentional."

First eliminate the ability of Shimao to prevent backtracking, and then cut off the head to prevent recovery.

The other party knew their abilities well, and arranged things to the utmost before killing anyone.

"No one can do it except Qin Wei," Song Mi gritted his back molars, "We can't just sit and wait for death, we must find a way."

Maybe Zhan Zhi already has a countermeasure, but if she doesn't tell Song Mi, Song Mi can't just rely on that little girl.

"There is a way," Gu Xun said, "You can try it."

"What way?" Song Mi asked.

"Accept Qin Wei."

In the middle of the night, Song Mi couldn't sleep with his eyes open.

He was thinking about the method Gu Xun told him, and he was thinking about how to implement it.

"Still sleeping?" Gu Xun asked suddenly.

Song Mi turned her head sideways, and put her face on Gu Xun's shoulder: "I want to ask an immature question."

"You ask."

"What will you do if I'm gone?"

Song Mi thought about this question many times but never dared to ask it. This time he finally asked it, and he didn't dare to use the word "death".

He wasn't curious about the question itself, he was just worried that after his death, whether Gu Xun would be as distressing as Zhan Zhi.

There was a few seconds of silence in the air, but Gu Xun didn't answer, as if he was thinking seriously.

"I won't let you die."

Gu Xun gave a well-regulated answer.

Gu Xun was obviously unwilling to answer this question directly, and Song Mi didn't force it.

He turned over and hugged Gu Xun stickily: "If I accidentally die, don't be too sad, what should you do, go home with my mother when you're done, and help me take care of my parents. They take care of their retirement, and watch them live their lives. Just treat it as a filial piety for me, okay?"

Song Mi arranged a task for Gu Xun, which was time-consuming, labor-intensive, and even slightly morally kidnapped, making it difficult for people to shirk.

Gu Xun didn't answer for a long time, Song Mi waited and waited until he yawned vaguely, then heard Gu Xun's soft "hmm".

Gu Xun is in a bad mood, it seems to be because of his own problems.

Song Mi rubbed his nose, and added: "Then what, just to be fair, tell me, what do you want me to do if you die?"

After he asked, he felt a little regretful, feeling that he was always going to die, which spoiled the atmosphere a bit.

But if you have asked, you should also ask just in case.

"Just go home." Gu Xun also turned sideways, putting his arms around Song Mi's shoulders, "Protect yourself."

Song Mi had a sore nose: "That's it?"

"You have to take care of your uncles and aunts. I don't need to explain too much."

Gu Xun inserted his fingers into Song Mi's hair, and his fingertips felt the warmth of the boy's skin.

Song Mi has family and friends, he shouldn't risk his life to end this messy farce.

"If I die, you will go home," Gu Xun kissed Song Mi's hair, "Will you go home?"

Song Mi shrank his shoulders and nestled himself in Gu Xun's arms. He didn't answer, and he didn't know if he would do that.

But what Gu Xun said was right.Song Mi closed her eyes, thinking that she must listen to Gu Xun's words.

"I don't know, but I will listen to you." Song Mi's voice was very low, sounding rather well-behaved.

"Then go to sleep," Gu Xun patted him on the back, "Be obedient."

"In half an hour, the world will return to normal."

The old man's words rang in Song Mi's ears, and he hurried after him, wanting to ask the matter clearly.

"Really? Can it really return to normal?"

"Really, I can predict the future."

"Snapped--"

Bean-sized raindrops hit the glass of the window, making a muffled sound.

Song Mi opened his eyes instantly, and saw a thick darkness.

Sleep in troubled times is not so stable. Song Mi, who used to be able to sleep like a dead pig with his head on the pillow, now wakes up very easily.Gu Xun seemed to wake up earlier than him, and Song Mi was patted on the back as soon as he moved a little.

Like coaxing a child, with patience and gentleness.

Song Mi raised his hand and squeezed his Qingming point, and asked hoarsely, "What time is it?"

"It's almost four o'clock." Gu Xun said.

I have only slept for less than four hours, but I don't feel sleepy when I wake up now.

"It's raining." Song Mi yawned.

"Well," Gu Xun responded to him, "Just got off."

Song Mi thought of the old man again in a daze, and always felt that what the other party was talking about couldn't be true.

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply threw the question to Gu Xun: "The old man I met before, what do you think he meant?"

"Literally." Gu Xun replied.

"Ah? Do you think it's true?" Song Mi asked, "Do you believe such a false statement?"

"He has no reason to lie, and there is a possibility of it."

"But nothing happened at all," Song Mi said again, "it must be fake."

He was eager to deny the unrealistic idea deep in his heart, and even wanted to pull Gu Xun to deny it together.

But Gu Xun not only did not deny it, but even affirmed it a little bit, Song Mi was a little panicked.

"If that old man really has the ability to predict the future, is it because I didn't listen to him and insisted on coming to City C, that's why the world didn't return to normal after half an hour?"

"It's like the butterfly effect. A small action of mine will turn into a big event in the future. Could it be my abnormal actions that cause the world to remain chaotic?"

Gu Xun frowned slightly: "Don't think so."

Song Mi's Adam's apple twitched, and he waited for a few seconds before saying, "I'm afraid of doing something wrong."

Afraid that he would hurt others by doing something wrong, he no longer wanted to experience loss again.

"Am I particularly fragile?" Song Mi smiled self-deprecatingly, "I can hold on to it by cutting each other with a knife, but if I play psychological warfare, I'm not good at it. To put it bluntly, I just can't handle things in my heart , probably because of the limitation of IQ..."

Gu Xun held Song Mi's hand: "Why did you say that suddenly?"

"It's okay," Song Mi held Gu Xun's hand backwards, "It's a bit hypocritical at night, I can't but you can, whatever you say is what you say, I listen to you."

"Listen to you..." Song Mi murmured and repeated, "Gu Xun, let's not go to City C."

In the darkness, Gu Xun felt that Song Mi's breathing was a little heavy. He was keenly aware that something was wrong, but he didn't know what went wrong: "What's wrong?"

"There is an infectious disease!" Song Mi scratched his hair, "What should I do if I get infected?"

He sat up impatiently and looked towards the window.

The days are short in winter, and it is estimated that it will not light up until more than seven o'clock.

Song Mi looked through the windows to see the sky outside.

"The air here is stinky, with a smell of burning. If my dad really goes in, it's probably a disaster."

If there were really only Song Mi and Gu Xun, they would just go in if they went in.

But there is still Shixie and Zhanzhi, Song Mi can't leave them behind, but he can't take them into danger either.

"My mother is not in good health. My father is not willing to let her do even a heavy job at home. She will definitely get infected when she enters C city. I can't let her take a risk. Let's go directly to Lin Li's lair and put him Kill it, and then get a way to change genes and eliminate abilities, and restore this fucking world to its original state."

Song Mi clenched his fists, his eyes were slightly red: "Just listen to me this time, okay?"

If Song Yuanxiu was really in City C and saw Song Mi bring Shi Mei in, he might slap him.

There are always trade-offs in life, Song Mi spread her five fingers, then clenched them tightly, swallowing the choking that surged up from the bottom of her heart to her throat.

"Okay." Gu Xun wrapped Song Mi's fist with his palm, "Uncle should support your approach."

"Hurry up and end it," Song Mi knocked his forehead on Gu Xun's shoulder, "I'm really going crazy."

Gu Xun was silent for a moment, and raised his hand to hold his shoulder.

"Song Mi." Gu Xun's voice suddenly became very serious.

Song Mi raised his head and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

"Lin Li's ability is to implant consciousness."

"Yeah," Song Mi didn't understand, "what's the matter?"

"Is your consciousness still your own?"

The author has something to say: At the end of the story, all the foreshadowing in front of the story must be dug out and filled in. After writing and rewriting, the text is stuck to autism. This is the most stuck story of mine.

Afterwards, I will try my best to make up the number of words that I owed before. I will post it as soon as I see it, and try to finish it as soon as possible.