Mist

Chapter 90

One day later, the locker room of the third command center in the Tianqiong Jiangcheng branch.

Song Qinglan changed her clothes first and walked out of the locker room.

Except for him and Monsoon, everyone on the seventh team has not yet returned to the team and is still on holiday.

This is the first time Song Qinglan has seen such a quiet locker room. Everyone on Team Seven does not know that their Song team and season consultants will return from now to ten years ago to make a time-space transition that has nothing to do with any task. .

Song Qinglan checked the communicator on her wrist again, and when she heard the door opening, she walked out again during the rainy season.

Like Song Qinglan, she also wore an outdated top during the rainy season, paired with ripped jeans that were popular more than ten years ago, and wore a pair of flamboyant skateboarding shoes.

"Yes, we can go to make a movie." Song Qinglan said, "Two idiots who came to the big city from remote villages in isolation from the world."

The clothes worn more than ten years ago are indeed a bit dirty from the current point of view. They are not at all tied to the word retro. What's more, the people in the command center dressed them to the ground in order to better integrate them into that period of time, Song Qinglan I haven't worn it like this in my life.

During the rainy season, he told him: "This is good. One time I was on a mission and I wore a bug suit."

Song Qinglan: "Bug costume?"

"Well, pretend to be a beggar." It was still uncomfortable to think of it during the rainy season, and he spoke quickly. "They really found me a piece of clothing worn by a beggar, some kind of fleas."

When he said this he increased his tone, "Can you believe it, Flea."

Listening to the deep resentment of the consultant in the high cold season, Song Qinglan wanted to laugh a little: "Then it is really good this time, I am grateful."

During the rainy season, I am already familiar with the set of going back in time.

People's preparations for all aspects of time integrity can be considered rigorous. Those who return to the past time period are required to minimize their sense of existence to ensure that they will not interfere with the past timeline in any way.

As an experienced recorder who has performed 89 missions, he returned to the past without any preparation after receiving the reward from the Rubik's Cube mission last time during the monsoon, which is a very irresponsible and reckless performance. The reason why his psychological evaluation failed is entirely because of this.

Both of them finished their disguise and walked towards the command center tacitly.

As soon as I walked out the door, when I passed through the corridor, I saw some commotion in front of me.

This time it was not a mission. The two-person jump did not require many people, so only Minister Wang and other people in the know were present to assist.

But now there are a lot of people at the end of the corridor. Colleagues are on high alert. They are busy trotting. There are also many people from the medical center. Carts, liquids, and first aid equipment are brought in and out. This is only after returning from an important task. There will be battles.

A colleague passed by them, and Song Qinglan held the other person: "What happened?"

The colleague hurriedly said: "The twelfth team is back!"

Both of them were startled.

Song Qinglan held the opponent with her hand and asked, "Team 12?"

There are dozens of teams in the Tianqiangjiangcheng branch, and of course there are teams numbered twelve.

But in the current situation, especially the “twelve teams” mentioned by colleagues, it is obvious that this team is not the other team, otherwise they would not have such a big movement.

"It's the twelfth team that disappeared after the mission fifteen years ago!" The colleague was still in shock, pulling away Song Qinglan's hand, "Song team, come back!"

After all, he also joined the crowd at the end of the corridor.

When Song Qinglan looked at Monsoon, she was also looking at him during Monsoon.

The two looked at each other, and there was a stormy sea in their hearts.

In the cracks of time and space, they saved the twelve teams fifteen years ago, because the two timelines of the past and the future overlapped and could not be self-consistent, so the bubble world was born.

They all know that after coming back for a detailed mission report this time, the twelfth Sky Team’s defecting charges will definitely be washed away, and the sky will return them innocence, but they did not expect that Team Twelve will return to the present time and space. .

The feet seemed to be nailed, and they stood where they were.

During the monsoon rains, his eyesight is excellent, his vision passes through the crowd, and he accurately captures a face in the crowd.

Time went back on the middle-aged minister with white temples.

The traces were removed like silk.

It overlaps with this young face in the crowd.

In the heavy rain.

The city projected by the mirror is like a kaleidoscope.

The rain flowed down the face of the young captain. He drew his gun and pointed the gun at the traitor: "Xie Si'an, in the name of the witness of time, in the name of the guardian of time, I convict you of defecting."

Qi Lang was wearing a black combat uniform with a "12" written on his chest, and a few teammates who were also dressed stood beside him.

One of them was handcuffed behind his back with his hands cut back, with a shady face on his side, and it was Xie Si'an.

It has spanned fifteen years.

Returning still looks like when he was young.

They walked out surrounded by people, and the scene was crowded.

No one in the twelfth team noticed the two people they had encountered in the cracks of time and space.

They passed by.

As the teleportation pod opened, a group of people left the ground, and the corridors of the base returned to quiet. Song Qinglan furrowed her brows deeply: "How could this be?"

Thoughtful during the rainy season, after a moment of silence, he said: "The same as what we thought before..."

Song Qinglan's tense expression relaxed a little: "You mean the concept of'all ages exist at the same time'."

"Yes. Do you think that the situation in the cracks of time and space is somewhat similar to that in the Rubik's Cube?" Ji Yushi said, "If the idea of ​​the year was really successfully developed, then the situation like today will be very common."

But this is not something they should worry about right now.

Maybe when they come back, they can get more information.

The two came to the third command center.

Everything here is business as usual, and people are working in their respective positions. Maybe it is not known about the big event of the return of the Sky Twelfth Team 15 years ago.

[1456.6.2514:23:07]

The current time coordinate is displayed on the huge system projection.

Minister Wang and the commander-in-chief were there. After speaking to them briefly, Minister Wang hurriedly left after receiving a call. Seeing her look, he should have received a notice of the return of the 12th team.

Before leaving, she looked at the seasonal rain, and then said to Song Qinglan: "Come back early."

Song Qinglan nodded: "Don't worry."

After Minister Wang left, the inquirer stepped forward to do the last physical examination for them with an instrument to confirm whether the state was suitable for the transition. The scheduler began to test the compatibility of their subcutaneous communicator with the target time coordinate, and everything seemed to be no different from the previous mission.

Until they were assigned simulated faces.

"Going back to the timeline in the past, in order to maintain the integrity of the timeline to the utmost extent, we have to reduce our sense of existence." The commander-in-chief came over, "Xiao Ji is more experienced at this point, and he has received professional training. , It's Xiao Song you."

The commander-in-chief spoke, and everyone understood why he said that.

Song Qinglan's presence is too strong.

Even if he simulates a face with no memory points, his figure and height are very eye-catching.

"Before the last mission, you said at the meeting that you would apply for an S-level mission from me after the mission is over. Who knows if you go out, let alone an S-level mission, you even did a super S-level mission." The commander didn't mean to embarrass him, and the front of the conversation turned, "Xiao Song, don't say anything this time, don't set the flag again."

During the rainy season: "..."

Song Qinglan: "Yes!"

Five minutes countdown.

"In order to retain talents, Xiao Song can help his teammates to this step, sacrifice a lot, and the spirit is commendable."

The commander-in-chief praised Song Qinglan, ignorant of their love.

Then he looked at the monsoon season: "During the monsoon season, the captain will personally help. I wish you success in solving your happy knot, becoming a member of our guardian as soon as possible, and repaying the Song team's help as a left and right hand."

Eyelashes are hanging during the monsoon: "Thank you Commander-in-Chief."

The two entered the transmission platform.

This time without the company of the teammates, only two capsules were placed on the teleportation platform, indicating that they will rely on each other and be closely connected during the transition.

The capsule compartment door opened.

Step forward during the monsoon season, but was called to a halt: "During the monsoon season."

Before he could respond, Song Qinglan strode over. The eyes of everyone outside the glass cover were in full view, he actually grabbed the back of his head during the monsoon rains and lowered his head and kissed it.

The lips are soft during the rainy season.

Behind them are precision-operated machinery and equipment, as well as all the colleagues in the third command center, who have witnessed their last mission. Even if all the sounds were blocked by the glass cover on the transmission platform, it seemed to hear everyone gasping during the monsoon rains.

"Officially come out of the closet." Song Qinglan's eyes were like a cold pool, but her lips curled in an evil curve, "Let them know that this is not a sacrifice, and you don't need to pay back."

At this moment.

It was only during the rainy season that I realized how fast my heart was beating, and I even trembled undetectably, and my palms were covered with cold sweat.

It was different from the day he went alone last time, and it was also different from his long-held fantasies.

This time he will really face that day, and he will no longer be alone. The silver-white capsule stood quietly, and as soon as he stepped into it, he would begin a journey of saying goodbye to his past self.

"gone."

Song Qinglan let go of him, turned around and got into the capsule first.

During the rainy season, he also sat in the capsule.

Count down one minute.

The hatch closed, the safety lock was gradually wrapped up from his calf, and the communicator on his left wrist glowed green. It was no longer six six o'clock, but only one small dot, that was Song Qinglan's current position and body transformation.

[You are connected to a public channel. ]

A short reminder sounded, and the sky's law was displayed on the transparent panel.

"I am a witness of time, and I swear an oath here."

"Never change the past!"

"Never talk about now!"

"Never obsessed with the future!"

Song Qinglan's voice sounded on the public channel: "Prepare."

Like hearing Song Qinglan's voice through a subcutaneous communicator for the first time, she gently squeezed the armrest of the safety seat during the monsoon rain, preparing to set off under the order.

Unexpectedly, Song Qinglan called his name on the private channel.

"Sheng Han."

When the monsoon rains, I immediately squeezed the handrails, and my fingertips turned white with force.

No one knows what these two words mean to him at this time.

The nice male voice said to him: "Go."

[1439.04.0606:00:21]

The capsule landed in a quiet part of the city and concealed silently.

It is raining lightly.

The two of them were walking on a quiet street in the early morning, and neither spoke to each other.

The simulated face concealed his face during the monsoon rains, making Song Qinglan unable to see his true emotions now. There were occasional pedestrians on the street. They walked for a long time, passing by an old-fashioned cake shop on the corner of the street, and met customers who had just come out of the shop and went to work early.

When walking a short distance side by side with these people, for an instant, Song Qinglan almost couldn't tell which one was the monsoon rain.

Fortunately, they are in the same direction after all.

In spring, the rainy weather carries a hint of chill.

Suddenly stopped during the rainy season and hid in the corner.

Song Qinglan also stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

It seems to be too cold. My teeth tremble when I speak during the monsoon rain: "Ahead, at ten o'clock."

Song Qinglan looked in the direction he said.

I saw a man in a black combat uniform sitting on a bench on the side of the street.

The man was handsome and cold, pale, holding a small cake in his hand. In the rain, he was lowering his eyes, staring at it motionless.

Song Qinglan retracted her gaze and leaned against the wall.

Looking at him during the monsoon rains, his breathing was a little messy, and facing all this again made him a little at a loss.

Song Qinglan's face is unfamiliar, but her eyes and tone are the same as before: "The last time you ran away by yourself, you ate little cakes with us behind?"