Oracle [Transmigration Book]

After reading a few lines, I found that what I opened was not a book, but a magazine with serial novels. From the packaging to the quality of the paper, it didn’t look very classy. It looked like three copies of ten yuan on the street, but it was well preserved. Open it up and it's still the same as the new one.

Song Si was absent-minded, turned to the next page and glanced, the publication time was ten years ago.

Ten years ago...

He was dull for a moment, then stretched out his hand to pinch the base of his eyebrows, and shifted his attention from the god in his dream to the magazine.

Ten years ago, he was not yet an adult and did not live with Chu Mingxiao. He bought this magazine and kept it for four years. When he moved, he specially moved to Chu's house.

Just a third-rate fiction magazine?

Song Sipin sensed an unusual aura, and after searching for a clue for a whole day to no avail, it finally caught him by accident.

He pulled himself together, made a cup of coffee to refresh himself, and began to look for the bookcase again.

Starting from the place where I took out the magazine just now, I found 8 copies of the same magazine one after another. The magazine numbers are from the first to the ninth issue of the same year, which is exactly a set.

He lined up the magazines on the desk and looked down from the first one.

The packaging is poor, but the content is surprisingly interesting.At that time, electronic reading was the most fashionable time. Most of the surviving paper magazines relied on exquisite illustrations, explosive titles and stars to bring goods. However, this series collected by Song Si is simple and substantial, with eight serials published in one issue. The novel has romance, suspense, and science fiction. The quality of the novel is very high, and I finished it before I knew it.

Nine magazines, from morning to night.

Chu Mingyi knocked on the door and asked him what time he was going to leave for work tomorrow. Song Si opened the door, and Chu Mingyi was startled by the dark circles under his eyes.

"Being a thief in the middle of the night?" He glanced into the room, "I brought you back to have a good rest, why are you staying up late?"

Song Sidao: "Go out at seven o'clock."

"Later, go out at eight o'clock," Chu Mingyi said, "I have an appointment with Zhang Qi, and I will go directly to Zhang Qi's when the time comes, instead of going back to the Special Investigation Bureau."

I thought that this proposal would be complained by Song Si, but Song Si didn't think about it at all, so he closed the door without saying a word.

Chu Mingyi stood at the door and ate the door shut, couldn't help muttering a few words and touching his nose.

Seeing that it was past nine o'clock in the evening, Song Si closed the last page of the magazine and wrote down the names of the eight novels serialized in it, four suspense, three romance, and one science fiction.

All the serialized articles are super long, some of which are not included in the front part, and some of the latter part are not included, and seven of them are incomplete.

Only that science fiction novel happened to be serialized for a total of nine issues from Chapter 1 to the last chapter, which seemed to be collected on purpose.

The author of the novel is called Lone Ranger, and his style of writing is like his pseudonym, concise and quiet, with a sense of loneliness running through from beginning to end, and the overall tone is gloomy and low.

Song Si was very familiar with this style of writing.

He had seen novels with a similar style of writing before traveling, and there was a character in the novel called "Song Si".Not long after reading it, he became "Song Si".

There have been two coincidences in this incident.

Coincidentally, there is an author named Lone Ranger in this world, whose writing style is consistent with that of time-traveling novels; Coincidentally, the original "Song Si" happened to collect the works of this author, from the first issue to the ninth issue, one chapter not fall.

What if... Lone Ranger is the pen name of "Song Si"?

This guess is simply unconstrained, and Song Si was a little confused for a while. He searched for "Lone Ranger" on the browser, and found not a lot of information. It seems that it has not been popular, and most of the published works are serialized in magazines, and there is no single copy. Publishing books, focusing on writing unconstrained science fiction, mainly active from ten to three years ago.In the past three years, no new works have been published, and he is in retirement.

An extremely unpleasant premonition haunted Song Si.

He needs someone to testify.

He put the magazine back into the bookcase as it was, and lay back on the bed.

Another night of dreams.The messy plot of the novel, the author Lone Ranger, the beautiful blue planet, the gods, the fiance... the things that bothered him during the day also haunted him at night, turning into dreams one after another, entangled him tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep soundly.

On Monday morning, the brothers of the Chu family got up early.

Song Si has been thinking about the novel, sitting at the dining table with dark circles under his eyes, smearing ketchup on toast restlessly.Sitting directly opposite him, Chu Mingxiao asked softly, "Are you coming back next weekend?"

The third department will start a new task immediately. It is not easy to find out the black market of drugs and break into the oracle forum. It will not set aside time for him to investigate his background.Song Si thought for a while, then shook his head: "Shouldn't come back."

"Okay," Chu Mingxiao didn't try to persuade her to stay, "I'm going to country A to recuperate this week, if you have anything to do, send me a video or voice message."

Song Si nodded and stuffed the toast into his mouth.

Chu Mingyi began to chat with Chu Mingxiao about the recent international situation, Song Si sat beside him and listened, and when they heard that the breakfast time was over, the three got up, and Song Si helped Chu Mingxiao sit in the wheelchair.

"Brother Xiao." Song Si looked at the person in the wheelchair.

"Huh?" Chu Mingxiao turned around.

Song Si thought about it all night, and chose the most tactful and least suspicious way, and asked casually, "Have you read the novel I wrote before?"

Chu Mingxiao was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I've always wanted to watch it, but you didn't let me watch it, saying it was embarrassing."

There was a buzzing in Song Si's ears, and his heartbeat started to soar.

The former Song Si was actually writing novels!

He kept his face calm, sighed with some regret, and followed his words: "I should show you, now I have a problem with amnesia, I don't remember what I wrote before, I can't find the past s work."

Chu Mingxiao thought for a moment, and said: "I heard you mention it by accident, it seems that you like to write science fiction subjects. As for the pen name, I don't know. What's the matter?"

Song Si's heart was beating like thunder, he smiled and said, "No, my hands are itchy."

"Writing novels is good," Chu Mingxiao said, "Your work is too intense, you need a hobby to relax."

Song Si nodded, and pushed Chu Mingxiao to the door of his room.Chu Mingxiao waved his hand at him: "Go, don't send me off, don't be late."

Song Si stood at the door and watched him push the wheelchair in: "Take care and pay attention to your body."

Chu Mingxiao's expression softened, and she let out a low "hmm".

Chu Mingyi drives Song Si to work.

Along the way, Song Si didn't say a word.

Chu Mingyi struck up a conversation several times, but all he got was a short and perfunctory answer. He gave a "tsk" and said, "What's wrong with you today? My brother's plane at noon, if you can't bear him, I'll take you back now before it's too late. "

Song Si didn't hear a word, his mind was full of novels.

"Song Si? Hello."

Can't believe in coincidences, there are deeper reasons behind all coincidences.

If the "time travel" he thought was just a prank, if "Song Si" really wrote an unpublished autobiographical novel, only by finding traces of the novel in this world can the truth be proved.

Where would he hide it?

"Song Si!"

Song Si finally came back to his senses and looked at Chu Mingyi in the cab: "Huh?"

"I'm talking about Zhang Qi, how can we ensure his safety?" Chu Mingyi frowned, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Song Si looked at Chu Mingyi, but did not answer for a long time.In fact, he didn't listen to a single word he said.

Chu Mingyi started to frown again, and when he was about to speak again—it had nothing to do with it, Song Si suddenly thought: "Take me back to the clinic."

Chu Mingyi was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

"You go to Zhang Qi, I have to go back to the clinic first," Song Si said, "There is something urgent, I... forgot to take my medicine."

Chu Mingyi glanced at him suspiciously: "What medicine?"

Song Si took a deep breath, and quickly made up an excuse: "The hormone medicine must be taken every day according to the cycle. You can't stop taking the medicine after you take it with you."

Chu Mingyi didn't know whether he believed it or not. He was silent for a while, then turned around and drove towards the clinic: "Fortunately, I have an appointment at eleven o'clock. You go back and get it, and I'll wait for you."

Song Si couldn't refuse anymore, and went back to the clinic with Chu Mingyi.

The car was about to stop at a nearby parking lot, so Song Si got out of the car first, seized the time difference, ran up to the second floor quickly, and began to rummage through boxes and cabinets.

A third-rate author who loves to write science fiction, regards writing as a hobby, does not rely on it to make a living, writes very slowly, has few readers, has been tepid for many years, and suddenly retired three years ago——

Song Si opened the bed cabinet, and there were dozens of magazines inside.

The author has something to say:

It's so comfortable at home

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