Bye-Bye

When Zia Bai was sitting in the classroom, all the character information of the barrier cards he used appeared in front of Qi Yiliao.

Birth, infancy, childhood, adulthood, university, divorce and reorganization of parents, medical examination report...all of them are not missed.

Qi Yiliao flipped through the documents in his hand, the speed was getting faster and faster, and the shadow between his brows became more and more ruthless, he threw all the documents and file bags on the table in vain, a few words spilled from his pale lips : "Is everything normal?"

Zhang Zhen on the opposite side of the desk picked up the file bag, poured out a stack of papers inside, and read them one by one.

It shows in black and white that this student has a complete growth experience, whether it is family, life, or academic and social circle.

"Third brother, you don't suspect..."

Zhang Zhen glanced at the third brother's expression, he held the documents between his fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "Is the soul in vain on this student?"

At this moment, Qi Huai's voice came from outside the office, he wanted to report today's itinerary.

"Push everything back." Qi Yiliao took a sip of the cold sugar water, his throat seemed to be blocked by some foreign object, and he couldn't flush it out.

When Qi Huai outside the door heard the words, there was a flash of thought in his eyes behind the glasses. He stood there for a moment, then turned and left with a notepad.

There was no sound in the office.

Qi Yiliao sat on the leather chair and clicked on the surveillance screen at the intersection last night.

Zhang Zhen hesitated to speak. Last year, the third brother wasted a lot of manpower and material resources, sending people to towns, old towns, mountains, and even foreign countries and borders, but still found nothing.

At the beginning of this year, the third brother began to pay attention to those who were injured and comatose in accidents during the year, or had a sudden change in temperament... A few months later, he focused on all medical colleges, hospitals, Mingyuan Temple, those Among the people in Baibai's social circle, not even Shen Ji, who he thought was well hidden, was left behind.

It couldn't be ruled out, and I was afraid of missing any clues, so I had to monitor them all.

Obviously looking for a needle in a haystack, disappointed again and again, but the third brother never gave up.

Zhang Zhen changed from a sober person to one of the lunatics. He began to believe in the resurrection of the corpse in the movie. When a person dies, he will be possessed in another body.

All children know that that kind of plot is fictional and fake.

But the third brother was dreaming, and he followed suit.

Zhang Zhen heard his own trance voice: "Third brother, this student will not be in vain. Even if he cannot recognize me due to some reasons, I don't have the slightest sense of familiarity with him."

Qi Yiliao folded his hands on his lips, and squinted his eyes to watch the surveillance.

Zhang Zhen put the information back into the file bag and emphasized his thoughts: "Bai Bai had an accident last fall. Chen Wang went to school, worked, and socialized normally during that time period. There was nothing unusual this year."

Qi Yiliao's index finger knuckles pressed against his lips: "Azhen, you already have self-awareness before seeing the information."

Zhang Zhen paused and did not refute.

In the absence of understanding of temperament, knowledge and cultivation, etc., is the first meeting judged by appearance?

With the same similar personality, ugly body, and good-looking body, he would prefer the latter to be his younger brother.

This was his instinctive preference, without much rationality at all, he just felt that everything about his brother should be good, including appearance.

Zhang Zhen received a few photos sent by his friends. The person on them looked more like Bai Bai than he once knew, and he was the most similar one so far. He was so excited that he moved to the table and pressed his upper body on the table: "Third brother, Look at this!"

Qi Yilian moved his gaze to his mobile phone screen.

"It's in vain!" Zhang Zhen's dull complexion burst into an abnormal blush, "My friend has traveled to many places all over the country and played everywhere all year round. I didn't have much hope, so I asked him to pay attention. I didn't expect him to meet Baibai, I'll pick him up now..."

Qi Yiluo said, "It's not him."

Zhang Zhen was stunned: "But they look very similar..."

"Third Brother, look at this photo, the angle is exactly the same as Bai Bai." Zhang Zhen fell into a state of nervousness, "Look at it."

"It doesn't look like any more." Qi Yiliao straightened his laptop which was crooked by Zhang Zhen. He had finished watching the one at the intersection, and now he started to look at the pictures during the hospital visit.

Zhang Zhen rolled his eyes, the students in the surveillance were ugly and mediocre, none of them could pass the pass line from head to toe, how could it be his brother.

"What you see with your eyes may not be true." Qi Yiluo said indifferently.

Zhang Zhen's complexion changed again and again, and soon became a hollow skin. He was spinning, his stomach was cramping, and he felt nauseated.

No, Bai Bai is gone, he carried the corpse into the coffin himself, what is he doing...

I have a headache, did I not take my medicine in the morning?

Take the medicine first, it will be fine, Zhang Zhen staggered out.

When the monitoring progress bar came to an end, Qi Yiliao made a phone call and assigned a team of the most trustworthy personnel to sneak into the University of Medical Sciences secretly.

He had a hunch that his little lynx was back.

Wrapped in a new layer of skin and mixed into the world, as long as he is caught, that layer of skin will fall off.

If you catch it, break off the pair of wings and see how it flies around.

That's all.

It's better to keep the wings. If they are really broken, his soul will wither.

Qi Yiliao stood up and walked into the lounge. He lay down on the bed, picked out the amulet from his shirt with his fingers, and finally took it off and put it on the cabinet.

With the warmth of his heart, the amulet is waiting for someone who will return soon.

See you after school at noon? When he arrived at Ran Ye, he didn't feel the slightest difference. This was the follow-up to his "goodbye" last night.

Otherwise, Ran Ye would not have come to the school to look for him.

"Chen Wang" also had no reason to run up the mountain to ask his cousin to tell him a fortune teller.

Opportunities are rare.

Ran Ye drove Jiaobai to Mingyuan Mountain, and entered his own Buddhist monastery.

Ziobai maintained a curious and puzzled attitude all the way, when Ran Ye asked him to sit where he sat last time, he opened his mouth: "Cousin, why did you bring me to the temple? There are many classes."

A lottery was delivered.

With a twitch of Zibazania's mouth, this master has entered the mundane world. He has more emotions and six desires, and his style of dealing with things is much simpler and rougher.

"Want me to draw lots?" Jiao Bai wondered, "What's wrong with me?"

Ran Ye took off his hat, revealing his smooth and round head: "Last night at the station, I saw you? There is blood in your eyebrows, and I want to give you a divination."

Jiaobai secretly rolled his eyes, and said, "Really? Then cousin, you must help me take a good look!"

Ran Ye handed the lottery to him: "Take one."

Ziobai stretched out his hand and pinched a lottery. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught Ran Ye staring at him, and he said in a nervous tone: "Cousin, I'm not in trouble, right?"

Ran Ye spread out his palm to him.

Ziobai put the lottery on it, no matter whether the lottery was drawn by "Chen Wang" or by himself, it was not easy to sign the lottery.

Ran Ye looked at the sign and was silent for a while.

Just as Ziobai was about to speak, a voice came from the Zen courtyard. The voice was still very familiar. Before he could react, the door of the Zen room was kicked open, and a red figure appeared at the door against the light.

Her long hair hangs over her soft and neat shoulders, and under the bright red skirt are her snow-white legs and ankles.

"Jiang Yan." A name popped out from the tip of Zizania's tongue.

"Damn donkey, I told you not to touch me. I thought I was dirty. I asked someone else, and you ran out to find a sense of existence. Lock me in the room. What do you want?" Jiang Yan kicked He picked up a futon and put his legs on the low table, his posture was quite bold.

"Amitabha." Ran Ye put down the sign and put down his skirt to cover his large white.

"Hypocrisy." Jiang Yan found out now? Did he find out that there was a third person present, and he scoffed, "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone wearing a skirt with handles?"

Zizania: "..." One year has passed, and the pepper has become even hotter.

"It's boring." Jiang Yan's eyes and brows' bright light faded, and he turned and left.

"Aren't you going to save your friends?" Ran Ye said clearly.

Jiang Yan stopped, he turned his head, see? The third person in the meditation room was still looking at him, which was funny, and he didn't know what he was looking at. The next moment, his pupils shrank slightly.

In one of the younger brother's pockets, the pass card of the medical university was exposed.

Jiang Yan's red lips twitched, it's from the medical university, and it's from Jiao Xiaobai's school. He changed his previous attitude and cast a wink: "Brother, find a bald donkey to tell your fortune. Don't forget it, your life can't be counted, the more you count, the lighter it is."

Zibai glanced at Ranye: "Cousin, this is..."

"You go back to school first." After Ran Ye finished speaking, his eyes fell on him with unclear meaning, and he looked away in an instant.

After Ran Ye found the scriptures for Jiang Yan and told him to copy them with peace of mind, he went back to the Zen room, but the sign was gone. He stood in front of the case without moving for a long time.

After a while, Ran Ye, who was in a fluctuating state of mind, sat on the futon and settled down.

The lottery was sent down the mountain to the head of the Qi family. It stayed between his fingers for a second or two before he handed it to an old man.

The old man looked at the sign, and his cloudy eyes froze. He quickly flipped through the hexagrams in the cloth bag and flipped through several books before coming to a conclusion: "Sure enough, it doesn't count."

Qi Yiliao raised his eyes: "What is the reason for this hexagram usually appearing?"

The old man lowered his volume, put his hand over his mouth, and said in a mysterious old voice: "The secret must not be revealed."

Qi Yiliao made a move.

The subordinate standing not far away came over with fists clenched.

"It is rumored that the people in power of the Qi family don't like blood, are approachable, respect the old and love the young, and possess the traditional virtues of the Chinese people... Slapping people doesn't slap people in the face. I still have to rely on my face to make a living!" The old man stepped back, his dry body Stick to the wall.

"I don't like blood." Qi Yilo flipped the suit in front of him, and smiled elegantly, "So I'm going out."

Old man: "..."

"I said I said!" He gave up before the big bodyguards attacked him, and stopped playing.

The subordinate quickly stepped back and left, not daring to listen to another word.

Qi Yiliao picked up the lottery on the table and casually played with it: "Let's talk."

The old man spoke carefully about the situation of the hexagram, and walked away with his cloth bag in his hand.

The sign was broken in half by Qi Yiluo's fingers, and the sharp end pierced into his palm, and the blood dripped down, but he didn't realize it.

There is only one possibility for living people not to be able to calculate their fate: life is suppressed by a certain magnetic field, if they cannot escape, they are living dead, neither dead nor alive.