Serious people who eat official match[Quick Transmigration]

After opening his eyes again, there was still darkness like thick ink in front of him.

It's not that Lin Litian has never been to the transfer station, but it's not like before. He found that the huge, floating screen had disappeared.

Without that screen, the light source is gone.

Lin Litian felt the situation in his body silently. The pain was still there, but it was not as continuous as before. It just gushed out crazily occasionally, and then faded away like a tide after a short torture.

After finally getting through the last wave of pain, he was about to let out a breath when his ears sensitively picked up a faint sound of electric current.

Every time the system speaks, it will be accompanied by such an electric sound.

Lin Litian was the first to ask: "Is this a transfer station? The next plane channel..."

[There is no next plane. 】

This voice was also different from what he had heard before. The voice of the system that communicated with him before had obvious emotional ups and downs. It was not as cold and emotionless as it is now.

Lin Litian: "You..."

The voice sounded again, [I am the main system, the subsystem that was previously bound to you has been recovered by me. 】

"What does it mean that there is no next plane?" Lin Litian asked calmly with a hoarse voice.

[The reason why you fainted in the previous plane is because the time you stayed in the plane has reached the limit, this is a warning. 】The main system explained, 【You should go back. 】

"go back?"

[That's right, go back to reality, I will correct the memory of some people in reality, so that your disappearance during this period of time becomes reasonable. 】

Lin Litian didn't care about the so-called reasonableness in his mouth, and only cared about asking the question he cared about most: "Where is Song Yan?"

"I can go back, does that mean he's saved?"

[Why do you ask where he is?Everything that happened on the plane is just a mission. Now that the mission is completed, as for where he is and whether he can be saved... what does it have to do with you? 】

If the main system has a human body and facial features, and can flexibly express expressions, it will definitely show puzzlement on the face at this time.

【you like him? 】

The pain in his body swept away again, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from his temples. He smiled forbearably, and said frankly, "I love him."

The main system reminded him ruthlessly: [But you don't know him yet. 】

Even though they faced so many things together on the plane, in reality, Lin Litian didn't even know what Song Yan looked like.

The corners of Lin Litian's mouth tightened slowly, and he slowly closed and opened his eyes, "We will know each other again."

The cold main system finally let out an imperceptible laugh, 【Then save the sentence just now and tell him. 】

His dark eyes moved, and he heard another meaning in the words. Great joy hit his heart, but before he could ask carefully, the main system uttered the last sentence.

[Before you leave here, I will give you a parting gift. 】

He still had a lot of questions stuck in his mind, but the main system never made a sound after that, let alone answered his questions.

In this space, he was the only one left.

The sound of breathing was amplified in this silence, followed by the sound of rain without warning.

tick-tock-

Only sound, no picture.

Lin Litian stretched out his hand, but did not catch the falling raindrops.

The sound of the rain became louder and louder, approaching a roar, and when it reached its peak, the sharp and piercing sound of brakes suddenly sounded.

Lin Litian's pupils shrank sharply, realizing something.

After the sound of the brakes, there was a series of loud noises of impact and friction. The car body hit the cliff, the tree trunk, and the sound of the metal frame being crushed. It was as real as if the car accident happened right in front of him at this very moment.

Lin Litian's eyes were red, and the tense muscles moved his fingertips, and slowly began to tremble, and finally his whole body began to tremble.

The sound of rain continued for a long time, and just after he thought everything was over, another softer sound sounded——

It's whistle.

The owner of the whistle was extremely weak, the whistle was not loud, covered by the heavy rain, it sounded intermittently, and might stop at any time.

He raised his hand, covering his eyes falsely.

The palm touched a piece of hot water, the sound of huge rain, the sound of heavy sobbing and the whistle of pain mixed together, and it never stopped for a long time.

When Lin Litian woke up, he was lying on the bed at home, the sky was dark, the night was cool and windy, the windows in the room were not closed tightly, the curtains were blown up high, and then fell heavily.

He opened his eyes, relying on the meager light outside, staring straight at the pale ceiling.

After he tried his best to recover, he sat up from the bed, the pain in his body had faded away, his head was heavy like lead, and his memory was messed up into a big net, which made him unable to breathe.

After finally figuring out the situation he was facing, he picked up the phone from the bedside and turned on the screen.

The sudden light in the darkness made him squint his eyes uncomfortably.

Missed calls and text messages filled the phone's information bar, and he didn't click on them.

——October NO.20, 10:30 pm.

It took more than a year for all the planes together, so it turned out that only seven days had passed in reality.

Lin Litian didn't give himself too much time to calm down and think, but first found the news that he had read before from the Internet.

He had worked for one of the many news outlets that reported the accident.

He majored in journalism in college. When he was a junior, he got an offer from this media under the envious eyes of everyone. After leaving the job, he started to write novels.

He found the phone number of a former colleague who had a good relationship with him from the address book and dialed it.

The former colleague answered quickly, his tone could not hide his shock, "Brother Lin?"

"I need your help with something."

He didn't have time to exchange pleasantries, so he told the person on the phone what he needed to investigate, including the specific information about the car accident.

"Car accident? I seem to have heard of it, but this report is not from our group. I will help you to check."

"Okay." Lin Litian said, "It's troublesome."

"Small things."

The ex-colleague said nonchalantly.

It's just that he didn't expect Lin Litian, who has always been calm and reserved, to be so unconcealed and anxious, so he asked curiously: "Why do you want to investigate this all of a sudden? The car accident...is it someone you know?"

Lin Litian's Adam's apple rolled twice with difficulty, and he let out a low "hmm".

—A few minutes later, the phone rang.

Lin Litian picked it up to look, but it wasn't the one he was waiting for.

It's his childhood friend, Yan Shang.

He hung up the phone without hesitation, and continued to wait for his former colleague to call back.

Not long after, a call came from a former colleague.

"Found it. His name is Song Yan. He is still in the inpatient department of the Second Affiliated Hospital."

Hearing this name in reality caused a certain nerve in Lin Litian's brain to twitch suddenly. After getting the information he wanted, he thanked the phone caller, "I'll treat you to dinner next time."

The former colleague was also polite, and said with a smile: "Then I will have to slaughter you for a big meal."

After speaking, I felt that Lin Litian's state was not quite right.

"Are you going to see him?"

Lin Litian: "Yes."

"Brother Lin, at this time..." The former colleague kindly reminded him, "If you go to the hospital, they probably won't let you in."

It was late at night, and the hospital had already passed the visiting hours.

Lin Litian was a little dazed, as if he hadn't thought of this, and he said after a while, "I'll go there tomorrow."

The ex-colleague was relieved to see that he was at least sane.

After hanging up the phone with his ex-colleague, Lin Litian's mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do next.

There was a long night before visiting time the next morning.

In the plane, he and Song Yan are together almost all the time, but now he has to find out about Song Yan's whereabouts through others.

Before he fell into a worse mood, Yan Shang called again.

"What are you doing? Hang up on me!"

Yan Shang's voice was mixed with loud and piercing electronic music. One second it was blurred and distorted, but the next second, the human voice became clear and recognizable again. He must have found a quiet place to concentrate on the phone.

"Look at how many calls I made to you two days ago, and you didn't answer them all. If your editor hadn't said that your new book had no inspiration, and you were going to travel for a while, so as not to be disturbed by others, I would have almost reported to the police station. disappeared!"

tourism?

This should be what the main system calls modifying memory.

Lin Litian didn't answer his words, "I have something to say."

Yan Shang saw that he had returned from his trip unscathed, so he didn't ask any more questions, and said, "My bbG is opening a booth, do you want to come over for a drink?"

bbG is the busiest and busiest nightclub in the city, and it is also the base camp for young men like Yan Shang to gather.

Lin Litian refused directly: "I'm not free, so I won't go."

"Damn it, the richest man in the world is not as busy as you." Yan Shang said, "You just came back and are rushing to finish the draft? Or did you take the job that the big director asked you to write the script?"

Lin Litian was stunned for a second.

The memory of reality was washed thin, and it took him a long time to remember what Yan Shang was talking about.

Not long before he left the reality, a famous director approached him through his editor and asked Lin Litian to write a script for his next film.

But he refused.

"No."

Seeing that there was no room for it, Yan Shang curled his lips and said, "Okay, forget it if you don't come, then I'll hang up..."

"Don't hang up yet."

Holding the slightly hot phone, he left the bedroom and walked into the study.

"Did you hear about Song Yan when you were in high school?"

Yan Shang was in the same high school as him at the beginning, if Song Yan was their alumni, Yan Shang might have heard of it.

"It sounds familiar, but I don't seem to have any impression." Yan Shang thought about it for a while, "What? Did you meet an old acquaintance while traveling?"

Lin Litian let out a "huh".

He held the phone between his shoulders, and found a photo in a certain drawer of the bookcase.

The photo is very long and is tied up in a scroll state by a string.

He untied the string and spread out the photos on the desk.

It's a graduation photo from high school.

The first time he met Song Yan was in high school, so Song Yan should also be on this grade graduation photo.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-06-2201:02:41~2022-06-2423:59:36期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Fangnan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!