nightmare exec

Now that Qi Zhengnan sent out the invitation, Song Yin of course would not give up this great opportunity.

He immediately decided to take a combat bath to refresh himself as quickly as possible, then ordered a lot of takeaways from the mall, and stayed in his room to watch the live broadcast of Yu Gutai's dungeon.

However, this plan had just reached the first step when it was disrupted by Song Yin himself.

The reason is very simple - just as she was reaching for a change of clothes in the closet, Song Yin felt the small tube of liquid with a faint plant fragrance.

Ayahuasca... Song Yin suddenly recalled the origin of this thing.What did Alexander say?Use this to open locked doors.

Speaking of which, the door of Qi Zhengnan's house was locked by Qi Zhengnan himself, which shows that he took the initiative to let go of that unbearable memory.

And the door in Song Yin's own safe room was truly impossible to open.Reconnecting with the past that Qi Zhengnan told yesterday, Song Yin suddenly felt a little moved.

Do you want to open the door and take a look?

He suddenly felt that the door had become Pandora's box.He clearly knew that the things hidden in it might not be good, but he just couldn't help that foul hand.

In line with the fearless spirit of "Learn from Qi Zhengnan, and lock it again after reading it", Song Yin tiptoedly closed the bedroom door, and then pinched the small test tube containing "Ayahuasca" in his hand, sneaking walked towards the bathroom.

Water, neither too much nor too little.Then pour all the ayahuasca in the test tube into the bathtub and stir well.

After finishing the preparations, Song Yin ran out to get a glass of water.When he came back a few minutes later with water, he was completely taken aback by what he saw in the bathroom.

The steamy bathroom is filled with the gentle fragrance of plants.On the water surface of the bathtub, more than a dozen black lotus-like flowers bloomed unexpectedly.

If until just now, Song Yin still had doubts about "Ayahuasca", then from this moment on, his doubts were quickly replaced by surprise and expectation.

Putting clear water on the edge of the bathtub, Song Yin stripped off his clothes and stepped into the pond-like bathtub.The scene was actually quite beautiful, but he resisted the idea of ​​taking a few photos and posting them on the Internet, took a few deep breaths, and sat down and submerged in the water bit by bit.

The water temperature is neither hot nor cold and very comfortable, and the blooming ayahuasca does not seem to have any adverse effects on the water quality.Song Yin continued to take deep breaths slowly, while relaxing his body, and found the most comfortable and relatively safe position.

At this time, it was less than an hour before Song Yin got up, and his mind was fully awake and in good spirits.However, after just over ten seconds, a wave of tiredness overwhelmed him, and without any buffering and adaptation process, he was suddenly dragged into a cloudy lethargy.

This is a very strange state - Song Yin feels that his body has fallen into a deep sleep, but his mind is very clear.He felt the weight of the upper eyelids on the lower ones, but he could still see what was in front of him.

No, that is probably not the world that can be seen by the naked eye anymore—because Song Yin saw that the ayahuasca flowers on the surface of the bathtub floated up one after another, wriggling their petals like black jellyfish, floating in the air. Flying up and down.

Song Yin was fascinated for a moment, and when he realized it again, the whole bathroom was already covered with ayahuasca.They rotated slowly in the air, and then swam towards the door like a school of fish, beating on the door with their long petals.

Song Yin immediately stepped out of the bathtub and went to open the door.The large group of ayahuasca immediately swarmed out and broke into the bedroom connected to the bathroom.

Naked, Song Yin followed the group of flowers into the bedroom, and then entered the corridor under the guidance of the flowers.

At the end of the corridor, the closed wooden door stood quietly, as if waiting for Song Yin's arrival.

Song Yin walked over step by step, and the wet footprints and drops of water dripping from his body immediately bloomed into new ayahuasca flowers.He held the doorknob with his wet hand and turned it gently, and the handle turned into a flower.

And at the moment when the wooden door slowly opened, all the floating flowers were torn into petals in an instant.These black fragments were flying all over the sky, interweaving into an airtight darkness, completely covering all the light.

Song Yin couldn't help stretching out her hand, trying to get rid of the darkness that blocked her vision.Suddenly, the sound of thunder, wind, and rapid and violent rain came from his ears, and a wave of humid and hot water vapor rushed towards him.

Without warning, a bolt of lightning suddenly pierced the darkness.Song Yin found that he had actually moved to another location in the safe house in an instant——

At this moment, he was standing under the eaves outside the restaurant on the first floor.In the garden less than half a meter away from him, the howling wind rolled up the rain curtain, and half of his body was soaked in a short while.

...is it a typhoon?

As far as he can remember, the hut in the abandoned resort was baptized by a typhoon once or twice a year, but on those dangerous nights, his parents would take extra care to make sure that he slept peacefully in his own little room, rather than risking his life. The danger of being hit by debris, running out to get in the rain.

However, there may have been an exception...

Outside the eaves, thunder and lightning followed one another.At the same time, there seemed to be a storm going on quietly in Song Yin's mind.

He felt that he was about to recall something—those things that he had been forced to forget were now being played out in front of his eyes.

Through the iron-gray heavy rain curtain, Song vaguely saw a few dark transport vehicles parked outside the garden wall, fully armored, with no signs other than the white license plate.

In the nearby garden and under the eaves, there were more than a dozen armed men in black combat uniforms and armed with live ammunition.

Although the wind and rain were strong, these people remained motionless, like cold stone monuments frozen in the night.

Song Yin has already guessed where this memory belongs.Maybe it was because of the damp and cold, or maybe it was because of sadness and excitement, he began to shiver and walk involuntarily.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Come to the door of the guest restaurant, turn around, step over the threshold, and continue to walk in.

Thunder came and went outside, making the windowpanes buzz.When the lightning flashes, the rain falls from the eaves and is projected on the wall of the dining room through the window glass.

The wall was originally covered with large and small watercolor paintings of plants.At this moment, these picture frames all fell off, and the watercolor paper was crumpled up, like plants withered on the ground.

There are butterflies flying on the wall.

Song Yin collected himself—he knew that those were just false illusions, the silhouettes of glass bottles hanging in front of the window sill and above the cooking counter.

The butterfly specimens fixed in the small glass bottles swayed slowly in the wind with the bottles, as if the dead souls were revived, and they came to ask the owner of the house to pay back the debts he owed.

And just below this group of flying and dead butterflies is the lake blue loveseat that Song Yin is very familiar with.

At this moment, there were two figures sitting side by side on the sofa, their backs to him, motionless.

It's "they"...really!

Song Yin felt that the blood all over his body was about to freeze.

"Dad...Mom!!!"

He could no longer suppress his emotions, stumbled around to the sofa, and knelt down on the floor with a plop.

In a world that was too dark, he still couldn't see the faces of the two in front of him clearly.But he really felt a warm and gentle hand with a rough palm touching his cheek.

Song Yin felt that she just blinked her eyes, but when she came to her senses, tears were streaming down her face.

"Xiaoyin, baby, don't cry."

That hand gently held Song Yin's cheek, wiping away his tears.

"I'm sorry, baby. Not only can Mom and Dad not watch your growth with their own eyes, they even have to store up the memories of tonight for you first... Mom doesn't want to do this either, and Mom also wants Xiaoyin to know her Life experience and origins. But it is too dangerous to do so. Although parents cannot watch you grow up safely, at least... they can protect you one last time..."

Speaking of this, the woman choked up, Song Yin also had a sore nose, and tears fell on the floor.

The man sitting next to the woman put his arms around her shoulders, sighed, and spoke.

"But one day, Xiao Yin, you will still discover this memory. By then, you may have finished a very happy and comfortable life and returned to the memory palace. Or you still can't escape the mercy of fate and become a I have become the same executive officer as my parents... However, that doesn't matter. The following words are regarded as a gift from my parents to the future Xiao Yin..."

Having said that, he and the woman looked at each other, and the two adjusted their sitting postures at the same time.The sobbing barely stopped, and the darkness became more and more serious.

"Xiaoyin, Dad has never regretted being a traitor in Purgatory. But Dad did commit a pardonable crime against innocent people out of his own selfish desires. The crime I committed stole nine years of happiness for me. I also stole from you...but now, father and mother should pay off the debt."

"Xiao Yin, this world is not a smooth road. People often encounter the most helpless and painful choices when they are least prepared. No matter how you choose, you will fail some people; no matter who you fail, you will face the condemnation of conscience. But my mother sincerely hopes that you can be an exception... I hope you have an ordinary life with a clear conscience."

Having said this in one breath, the husband and wife stopped and took a trembling deep breath, and when they spoke again, their voices were a little hoarse.

"Xiao Yin, look over there..."

Following the direction her mother pointed, Song Yin suddenly found a familiar tall figure standing in the darkness not far away, motionless, like a sculpture.

"...Brother Nan?!"

He made a sound in astonishment, and then found that Qi Zhengnan's shadow projected on the wall was still a child, and that was his real appearance at that time.

Father's low voice rang in Song Yin's ear again.

"He... is the most sorry person in my father's life, and the person I am most grateful to in my life. If there is no him, after Mom and Dad leave, those men in black outside the house will send Xiaoyin to the orphanage. When you grow up At the age of 16, he is about to become the new executive officer... He is the one who is willing to stay in this world to protect you regardless of past suspicions. If there is still time...you must repay him well and be his good brother for the rest of your life instead of your father..."

"..."

When hearing this, Song Yin, who was originally sad, suddenly burst into laughter.

If parents knew that he and Qi Zhengnan were more than just "good brothers", what kind of expressions would they have?

Will post on the Internet... "My best brother actually fell in love with my son, should I help them? Urgent, wait online! ps. My brother is very handsome"

He was feeling a little funny when suddenly a cold voice abruptly cut everything off.

"Time is up."

Song Yin twitched violently in her heart, and almost immediately grabbed her parents' hands.

But that obviously doesn't stop anything.

Boom, boom, boom—a few pairs of military boots walked over heavily, surrounding the lake-blue sofa in the center.

Before parting, mother began to kiss Song Yin's cheeks and hair again and again, and soon these places were all wet with tears.

"It's time!" The voice from just now urged stiffly.

There was another series of light footsteps coming from behind Song Yin, and then, a pair of hands pressed his shoulders.

It was Qi Zhengnan.In this darkness, the only thing Song Yin could see clearly was his face.

Amidst the silent urging of force, the man helped his wife stand up slowly, and began to move towards the door step by step.

Song Yin knew that his lips were moving, and he also knew that he was struggling hysterically, but he couldn't hear or feel anything, and the overwhelming panic and pain engulfed him like a tide.

And in this hysterical panic, he saw his father hugging his mother, moving to the door step by step, but turning his head back for the last time.

"Xiaoyin, you should have many friends and loved ones now. Maybe Dad is not qualified to say that... But Dad hopes that you can love them with the greatest energy. In this way, when the time comes, you have to separate At least you will have less regret and self-blame when

Having said that, he paused for a moment, then moved his gaze to Qi Zhengnan, then bent down deeply, and bowed to Qi Zhengnan.

"I'm sorry...and...thank you."

For a time, only the howling and frenzied storm remained between the heaven and the earth, washing away the old filth, but leaving behind new mottled ones.

As if after a long time, Song Yin heard a short response from his ear.

"...Farewell, Shining Red, Yudie."

The group of people wearing military boots immediately took Song Yin's parents out of the house.

Song faintly heard someone asking them if they needed to be taken further away, so as not to leave a shadow on the children.

But his father shook his head: "No. We don't want to leave him with any false hope. That way...he can get a new start...their new start."

After saying this, he hugged his wife who was snuggling next to him tightly again, and then the two of them disappeared into the iron-gray bleak rain curtain.

The author has something to say: Song Yin: So my dad’s code name is Shining Red, my mother’s code name is Yu Die, and my code name is Shan Die. Is it so casual! ? ! ? ?

Qi Zhengnan: Actually, your father's code name is Yudie...

Papa Song: Papa disagrees! ! !Dad is not happy! !

Mother Song: The vacation flight is here, old man, are you still going? !

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Everyone should have understood the setting of the family letter.Take a look at Alexander's previous discussion on memory hierarchy.

After death, people return to the memory palace where all memories are stored.In other words, even if there is no ayahuasca, Xiaoyin can still see this memory after his death.At that time, he should have lived a very ordinary and beautiful life.

But Xiaoyin still became the executive officer, this is fate!

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Qi Zhengnan is such a good man, so he will start to distribute candy on a large scale, no, it should be said that the entire article will be composed of candy... Hahaha