The melodious movement was played softly inadvertently, and then with the repeated refrains and repetitions, the music became more and more magnificent, and finally turned into a magnificent ensemble.
The drowsy man slowly opened his eyes, rubbed his aching temples, and looked at everything around him in confusion.
About half a second later, he remembered that the music in his ears was the popular "Canon in D Major" movement.
It took another three seconds before he remembered his name and identity.
"What woke me up this time was not the sound of the chiming bell——"
Zhang Ke suddenly sat up from the bed, muttering these words, and then quickly scanned his surroundings with his eyes to make sure that he had not returned to the tragic murder scene.
The sky in the east turned white, and the dim light of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, shining on Zhang Ke's bed like tiny golden fireflies. Although it could not provide warmth, it made him feel a lot clearer.
"Is it six o'clock so soon? I really haven't slept enough yet..."
Zhang Ke yawned, dragged his heavy and tired body from the bed, and walked slowly to the kitchen.
"There is no jump in time and space, which means that falling asleep without subjective consciousness is not the switch that triggers reincarnation." Zhang Ke said to himself:
"After I fell asleep in the small dark room of the police station, I went back to the beginning again, so I had such speculation. But now it seems that the reason for my reincarnation is not sleep, so what could it be?
?”
He opened the refrigerator, expecting to find a few bottles of iced coffee, iced beer or even Red Bull and other refreshing drinks, or at least iced mineral water. Unfortunately, the empty freezer broke his small
fantasy.
"Only one bowl of soup?"
Zhang Ke saw that there was almost nothing in the refrigerator, but there was a bowl of mung bean soup in the middle that was reddish in color, as if it had been left out in the air for too long, so the surface was somewhat oxidized.
"When was it cooked? And who cooked it?"
Zhang Ke, who felt unbearably thirsty, took out the mung bean soup from the refrigerator and drank it in one gulp without thinking too much.
Hmm - it tastes pretty good, I should say it's very special. If I say it's delicious, it's not over the top. It's not as outstanding as that Lanzhou ramen shop.
But what's more strange than that is that this bowl of soup is extremely refreshing and thirst-quenching. After drinking it, I feel like my mouth is full of wind, as if an iceberg has been moved into my mouth.
"It's mint!" Zhang Ke smacked his lips and blurted out, "It's impossible for simple mung bean soup to have such a taste. It must have a cooling spice similar to mint."
As expected, after finishing the bowl of soup, Zhang Ke did see a few wrinkled leaves at the bottom of the bowl.
Regardless of who burned it, just finish it. Zhang Ke thought, picked up his cell phone and the door key he found on the table, and walked out.
In the following daytime hours, he would have at least one morning of absolute free time. After all, no matter how quickly the police investigated the case, someone had to report it first.
Only Xu Xiaoli's colleagues and friends could call the police after they found that they couldn't contact her, so they were safe for the time being.
When he was at home just now, Zhang Ke had already calculated in his mind that today's itinerary could roughly have two main directions.
The first is to go directly to the company with your work permit, where you can meet more colleagues and leaders, and also be exposed to the daily working environment and work. This may help you find more clues and awaken some memories.
.
As for the second one, it’s...
"Bi Yifeng——"
For some reason, these three words have been appearing in Zhang Ke's surface consciousness since he woke up. Although he got the answer from Yuan Mengmeng yesterday, he still felt that something was missing.
There's something missing...something decisive.
He did slowly recall his confession at sunrise on Biyi Peak, searching for flowers up and down the entire mountain, and the two embracing and kissing at sunset.
But……
"Why are the images in my memory so blurry? Everything is unclear. Apart from a concept, it's hard to recall any specific situation."
Zhang Ke felt a dull pain in his temples. He always felt that there was something wrong with his brain, or that this was the sequelae of the time jump.
There was an intuition in his heart that was about to move, and he kept repeating it in his ears - go to Biyifeng, go there and see with your own eyes, that place is not as simple as what you know now.
Although it was an unfounded premonition, Zhang Ke always felt that if he could really set foot on the top of Biyi Peak in person, he might be able to recall more key clues.
"It's a quarter past six, and the first bus of Route 976 will arrive soon."
Looking at the information queried on his mobile phone, Zhang Ke stood next to the bus stop by accident.
You can go to the company at any time, but once you get there, under the gaze of countless eyes, it will not be that easy to sneak out.
Anyway, he had plenty of chances to start over, so Zhang Ke decided to solve the question that confused and concerned him the most in his heart first.
The morning bus No. 976 was almost empty. Zhang Ke chose the window seat in the last row and sat down firmly.
——He has liked to sit in the corner of the last row of buses since he was a child, and he can't explain why.
It may be that you feel a sense of pleasure when you sit on a high place and gaze at the mountains for an hour. It may also be that you can find a resting place for your soul in a bumpy but quiet corner away from the crowded and noisy carriage.
Watching the scenery on both sides continue to pass by, the quiet morning turned into a busy morning, with busy traffic and crowds of people, and even the speed of Route 976 gradually slowed down.
Zhang Ke suddenly remembered that before saying goodbye to Yuan Mengmeng yesterday, she told him to contact her today, so he picked up his phone, simply edited a WeChat message and sent it.
【Good morning, how are you today?】
Zhang Ke is not a person who is very good at sweet-talking. He had spent a lot of effort to coax Yuan Mengmeng to leave.
However, he knew that his plain and boring greeting should be able to make Yuan Mengmeng happy for a while.
But there was no reply to the text message, which made Zhang Ke feel a little uneasy.
I had been sitting in the car for almost two hours without realizing it. Thinking about it, ordinary office workers who work a nine-to-five job should get up at around eight o'clock. Why hasn't she responded yet...
In order to divert his attention, Zhang Ke looked up at the stop list on the bus window and found that he still had one-third of the distance left to go.