Chapter 63 Chapter 22 The Resurrection of the Goddess

Mencius opened the door of the ward, and the people on the bed were not surprised at all by being disturbed, and their even breathing fluctuated like subtle air currents.Mencius didn't turn on the light, and walked to the bed in the dark, feeling the rising and falling breath, with a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.Suddenly, a black shadow flashed outside the door.Mencius exited the ward vigilantly, searching around for shadows.The lights in the corridor are possessed by some kind of magic, and they flicker on and off, making people feel hairy.Mencius walked back and forth along the circular corridor, and returned to the door of the ward.The lamp above the head suddenly emits a faint blue light, accompanied by a crackling sound, and occasionally bursts of sparks bounce to the ceiling, like a short life disappearing in the impact.The hand of Mencius holding the doorknob was a little sweaty, and he rubbed the doorknob twice before opening the door.

Strange, why is the desk lamp turned on?Mencius swallowed, walked to the bedside table, his eyes gradually focused, and under the light, a thin piece of paper trembled slightly in the wind.Mencius' pupils suddenly dilated, and panic and panic climbed onto his face.It was an old newspaper, and the close-ups of faces in the newspaper were particularly real and abrupt. Mencius' heart sank, and then suddenly lifted up again.He quickly looked towards the bed, but the person on the bed was still unconscious.He just had the operation yesterday, so he couldn't wake up now.Who would that be?Who is playing such a bad game with him?Mencius turned his head, and there were still flickering lights outside the door and window.Mencius collected himself, picked up the old newspaper, and the man with bloody face filled his field of vision.Mencius's hands gradually clenched, the newspaper crumpled and made a stinging sound, and was finally squeezed into a ball of paper, which he put into his pocket.

Mencius hurried home, put the key in the lock, clicked, the sound was wrong.Mencius's heart tightened, he pushed open the door, quickly reached out and groped the wall, and turned on the light. The combination of white walls and bright red characters is particularly eye-catching.Liao Zijin, Liao Zijin, still Liao Zijin... the same name was repeated in red paint all over the wall.Mencius felt sick and his stomach convulsed unconsciously.He swallowed hard the nauseating thing, and reached out to close the door behind him.Fortunately, the curtains are floor-to-ceiling and opaque. From one end of the fax machine, Situ pulled out one list after another, more precisely files.This is the detailed information about Liao Zijin sent by the US police.If it is detailed, it is just something that Situ already knows. The specific date of birth is just a few estimated numbers, and the physical characteristics are also things that can be seen.Originally, I hoped that he would be injured in an accident while in prison, leaving a few scars, so that they could distinguish between Mencius and Liao Zijin.Now, it's all a luxury.Situ threw a few pages of paper aside, picked up leftover coffee and poured it down his throat, it was cold and bitter.

When the phone rang, Situ felt a little surprised.He thought of a person, but he was a little worried.After answering the phone, sure enough, it was him.Situ hung up the phone and dialed another number, "Anran, this is Situ, our game scared him, but I didn't expect...he called the police." There was no answer on the other end of the phone, and soon there was a click, and then the sound of the phone hanging up. Mencius stared blankly at the bright red words on the wall, his eyes were sore and painful, and he narrowed his eyes unnaturally.It was very quiet outside, and Mencius was a little impatient.He looked at the time, hairs bristling on his back.But despite his fear, he calmly followed the standard steps, knowing that it was always right to call the police.He sat on the sofa, staring at the thin hands on the big wall clock with staring eyes. The rough dial and the fine hands suddenly seemed very incompatible.When the doorbell rang, Meng jumped up and ran to open the door.He thought it was Situ who brought someone here, but unexpectedly it was An Ran standing at the door.

"Why are you here?" Mencius looked a little cautious. "Should I not come? Or did I come at a bad time?" She pushed the door and barged in while speaking, and the red letters on the wall immediately filled her sight. "What's going on here?" An Ran asked, while groping for the belt covered by the coat, until she touched the recording pen pinned to the belt, and quickly pressed the switch. "You don't know?" Mencius seemed a bit distrustful. "Is there anything I should know?" An Ran asked back. Mencius looked at her and said, "I have already called the police." He was going to say a word.

"When will Jun Ze wake up?" An Ran changed the subject in a timely manner. "Wake up when it's time to wake up." "What's the time to wake up?" "When I don't need him anymore, understand? When I'm completely safe, he can be himself again." "Are you very insecure now?" "If it was safe, I wouldn't call the police." He pointed around, "Look at the garbage on the wall, I really don't feel safe." An Ran's heart moved, and he noticed it.I originally wanted to say a few suspicious words, but it seems that it will not work.At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Situ should have arrived.Mencius walked towards the door, and An Ran's eyes naturally turned to the direction of the door.But at this time, something that no one expected happened. The house suddenly made a strange sound, like a siren, but the source of the sound could not be found.Mencius' face changed suddenly, but instead of running away in a panic, he stood there dumbfounded, as if his soul had been taken away by something.

"What's going on?" An Ran asked him. Mencius didn't speak, he had a hesitant expression on his face, as if he was enduring the torment of strong contradictions in his heart, flustered in calmness, peeking carefully, couldn't help but cast eyes that were too late to take back, moved left and right but The hesitant steps seemed to be revealing something.An Ran suddenly felt a thorn in her back, she thought, she thought that this ringtone like calling for help could only come from a person on the verge of life and death. An Ran rushed in one direction, but was held back by Mencius.

"Don't you want to save her?" An Ran shouted. Mencius let go of his hand abruptly, and An Ran hurried to the door of the study.At this time, Situ slammed the door open and staggered in. "Situ, the bell is connected to the basement, something may have happened to Meng Die!" An Ran shouted at Situ. Situ also ignored Mencius for a while, and ran to the opening from the study to the basement, fiddled with the password keys. The button made a beeping sound, but the door did not open. "Oops, what is the password?" An Ran didn't have a clue. Mencius looked at the two people in a hurry, and his expression suddenly changed. He walked over and directly reached out to press on the keyboard.After a few beeps, the door lock opened with a click.An Ran pushed the door open and went in, followed by Mencius and Situ.

The door at the other end of the passage was opened, and An Ran rushed in, as if he would never see Meng Die if he was too late.However, she was terrified by the scene in front of her.She stood there blankly, looking at the line graph that looked like a heartbeat on the computer screen, and listening to the thin, light, rhythmic sound mixed with the ringtone. Beep, beep, beep, beep—the green lines evenly draw small mountain-like protrusions, and the map of brain waves also presents a wave-like appearance, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes slow and sometimes urgent, red The light spots shuttle among the green spectrum lines, like the jump of life, dancing between the green springboards.

Mencius was stunned. He suddenly realized that he no longer knew who he was.Finally...finally it's going to be messy. An Ran whispered in Situ's ear: "I don't think Mencius's condition is right. Will there be brain chip transplant sequelae of chaotic control?" Hearing this, Situ restrained the excitement in his heart, and pulled Mencius all the way to the ice coffin, "Mencius, can you save her?" Mencius trembled his lips, "It can be saved." "Do you want to save her?" Mencius swallowed, "Think." Situ turned his face away, and after seeing An Ran's encouraging gaze, he looked at Mencius again, "You save her, we'll wait for you."

Mencius nodded. At this moment, he does not look like a person who can control himself, but rather like a robot being manipulated.Yes, he is being manipulated by Mencius' memory.He went to the instrument and fiddled with it.About three hours later, Mencius pressed a strange button, and a circle of vent holes around the ice coffin began to release heat, and the rising mist immediately caught An Ran's eyes.Situ took a step forward, waving one hand to disperse the mist. The ice coffin began to melt, and the water wetted the dispersed mist, turned into water droplets, and leaked out along the drainage holes under the ice coffin.The room gradually became clean and clear again, the ice coffin became thinner and thinner, and Meng Die's facial features became more real and closer.The skin that was originally solidified like a sculpture seemed to gradually become elastic, softened and pliable, the eyebrows and eyes gradually became concave and convex, and the thin eyebrows seemed to be much softer. An Ran took a deep breath, feeling the miracle of life.No matter how much she doubted Mencius, at this moment, she was amazed, admired, and grateful.After all, a life is being resurrected in his hands. Situ took a step closer, he almost saw through the last layer of thin ice, and saw clearly the thin beads of sweat oozing from Meng Die's slightly trembling eyelashes and the tip of his nose. It was a fast-recovering metabolism that opened up the veins of Meng Die's body one by one. . An Ran approached Meng Die, the ice had completely melted, a few remaining thin ice flakes stuck to her face, slowly melted into water, flowed down her cheeks, and wet her neck.The eyelashes couldn't bear the weight of the water droplets, and they were so beautiful when they moved. "Meng Die, Meng Die." An Ran called softly. Mencius also approached Meng Die.He is not 100% sure that this is a turning point in life, 90% is life, and 10% is accidental failure.This is not the result of someone's experiment, but the theoretical data.He couldn't refute this theoretical 10% for the time being. One minute, two minutes, three minutes... The instrument didn't issue any warning.Mencius let out a long breath.He knew that Meng Die had won.In the ten minutes after she was completely out of the freeze, she insisted on going through this dangerous moment of life safely.She should have won, if she was really Meng Die, how could she leave at this time, how could she give some people hope and disappoint them?She should be alive, because she is Meng Die. "Meng Die, Meng Die." An Ran called her again. The drops of water on the eyelashes fall, and the eyes, open. Situ Chang let out a breath, suddenly thought of something, immediately took out the handcuffs, and cuffed Mencius's wrists. With a click, Mencius' hands were clasped tightly.At that moment, he shivered suddenly, and after standing stiffly for a few seconds, he suddenly took a few steps back as if collapsed, and leaned against the cabinet. The sweat on his back had penetrated into his bones, and his heart was so cold that he lost his warmth.He suddenly woke up, he is not Mencius, he is not Mencius, he is Liao Zijin, he is Liao Zijin.