However, Zhang Ke's expression at this moment suddenly became extremely surprised, and his attention also fell on a completely different place from Ye Suling.
"Datong Trading Company, what's wrong? Do you know this place?" Ye Sulin replied inexplicably.
"...How could it be such a coincidence?" Zhang Ke could hardly believe his ears, but after confirming again, he finally accepted the fact and murmured:
"Judging from my work permit I found, before I lost my memory, I was an employee of Datong Trading, and -"
He took a breath of air and said, "He is one of the warehouse managers."
"——!!" Ye Suling finally understood why Zhang Ke was so surprised. If everything was as he said, and he was just a bystander who kept skipping reincarnations, then this sudden incident would indeed make people alert.
Why did the murderer not only change the location of the crime temporarily, but also go to the place where Zhang Ke might be working at the moment?
From this point of view, it seems more like he is aiming for Zhang Ke's goal. The problem is that such a thing has not happened in some previous reincarnations.
In any case, the destiny that was originally fixed in one direction has suddenly undergone subtle changes, which exceeded all Zhang Ke's original expectations.
"I can't stay here any longer. I have to go to the site to investigate as soon as possible." Ye Suling put on her coat and seemed to be leaving in a hurry.
"Wait a minute, please take me there with you." Zhang Ke said hurriedly, "I want to see the scene over there and see if I can find some clues."
"Are you kidding? You, an ordinary person, are not allowed to get close to the scene of the attack. If you go by yourself, you will be rejected, let alone if I knowingly lead you forward - don't forget that in the eyes of my colleagues, you are still me.
Boyfriend."
"Okay, let's talk about this later." Zhang Ke thought for a while, then raised his head and asked the last key question:
"Now, do you still believe my words about traveling through time and space and preserving memories?"
"Well... to be honest, I know it's incredible now." Ye Suling said truthfully, "But, I am willing to believe you again, because you were at least half right about what was about to happen. This is not ordinary.
People or mental illness can do it.”
Ye Suling's reply gave Zhang Ke some unexpected surprise. After she pondered for a moment, she continued:
"Perhaps I can find a way to directly verify the authenticity of your words, so that in future reincarnations, I can quickly determine whether I need to fully trust you."
"You mean, you want to give me some token of proof or a letter? No, I tried. Apart from my own body, it seems difficult for me to carry anything extra with me to escape the restart of time and space.
Interference." Zhang Ke said hurriedly.
"Specific things are not possible, but information is." Ye Suling lowered her head, leaned into Zhang Ke's ear and said:
"When you meet me next time, be sure to tell me then that you know I am looking for a song, a song called "Dead"."
"Dead? Isn't that the only song in your NetEase playlist that is constantly repeated?" Zhang Ke said with some surprise.
"You actually even know this-" A hint of surprise flashed across Ye Suling's face, but she quickly accepted it and continued,
"The song on the playlist is from Lei Guangxia's 2003 greatest hits collection, and what I'm looking for is the earliest studio DEMO version from 1985 - the recording method of that song is very rough, and I can't listen to the entire lyrics.
It's all very vague, but only the string of wind chimes at the end makes people remember it particularly clearly."
"So, I just need to tell you in the next reincarnation that you are looking for the 1985 version of "Demo", right?" Zhang Ke asked.
"Well - this is a secret that no one knows. In other words, among the people still alive in the world, you and I are the only ones who know about it." At this point, Ye Suling's face looked a little melancholy, as if recalling
What touching past events:
"Moreover, I will almost never take the initiative to tell anyone about this matter, because firstly, it is meaningless and no one is interested in digging up such boring secrets, and secondly..."
"Second coming?"
"It's nothing. In short, as long as you say this, you can quickly gain my trust." Ye Suling said, "You can save a lot of time in convincing me, so that we can start cooperation as soon as possible."
"However, since you remember the general impression of the demo version of the song, why can't you find it?" Zhang Ke asked a little strangely, "Where did you hear it? Search the Internet for keywords again, isn't it?
Okay. Now that the Internet is so developed, there shouldn’t be resources that can’t be found at all, right?”
"This is also a strange thing. In fact, this is a song that seems to have been erased from history. There is no trace of it anywhere, not even on the singer's own homepage." Ye Suling shook her head and said:
"There's no more time to talk in detail. Just remember this. I have to leave first."
"Okay -" Looking at the other person's leaving figure, Zhang Ke opened his lips and said softly, "Take care."
After Ye Suling left, Zhang Ke still seemed a little unwilling to give up. He was still sitting in the coffee shop, looking at the police building opposite the window, while thinking about the actions of the day, and what insignificant little thing triggered a series of butterfly effects.
, causing the murderer to change his target.
At this moment, he felt his phone vibrate. When he picked it up and looked at it, he showed a dumbfounded expression.
It turned out that it was a WeChat message from Yuan Mengmeng. As soon as it came up, he asked himself why he was with his cousin's colleague, a female police officer.
"This Yuan Chenggang is just a thief, and he actually reported the situation to his cousin so quickly." Zhang Ke smiled bitterly, thinking about how to reply in order to explain it reasonably - or to fool him.
However, ten minutes later, Yuan Mengmeng called directly. Zhang Ke was a little upset and ignored it for the time being, letting it vibrate on the table.
Unexpectedly, Yuan Mengmeng seemed to be refusing to hit the wall and would not look back. She called one after another. Zhang Ke had no choice but to answer the phone and prepare to face the violent storm on the other end.
“Zhang Ke—is that you?”
However, what came from the other end of the phone was not the expected anger or questioning, but the crying voice of Lihua, with strong worry and uneasiness.
"It's me..." Zhang Ke said with some confusion, "What are you doing? What happened?"