Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Dream Crossover (Part 1)
Thoughts gradually calmed down like surging water.
Thick fog covered the ground and frost fell on the earth.
She was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and a combat uniform. She stood by the stream, listening to the sound of rushing water. She climbed up the path and only when she reached the road did she realize where she was - the White Tower.
The roadside signs and the buildings at the intersection were exactly the same as she remembered, except that the color of the signs had changed.
She stood by the road waiting, and got on the bus at the end of the line, but she couldn't find the computer and couldn't verify her identity.
I hesitated whether to get out of the car, the door was already closed, and I wanted to explain to the driver, but he turned the steering wheel and ignored me.
The car moved on, but there was no response. The front row was full, and no one looked at her. She walked back, holding onto the railing.
Hey, there's an acquaintance.
Commander Shan Hao still had short, neat hair, but it was streaked with gray. His skin was tight, but not as smooth and delicate as when he was young. He was in good shape, but there was a broken thread on his cuff, which looked awkward.
He has always been meticulous, but it turns out that he can be careless sometimes.
There was an empty seat next to her where she put her bag, and she wanted to sit next to him.
She moved her handbag to the middle and sat only halfway, leaning her elbows on the railing and looking around, first at the other passengers.
Wearing dark green and brown-green combat uniforms, with confusion on his young face, is he a sentry who has just entered the tower?
Shan Hao lowered his eyes and noticed subtle movements. The pressure increased, the angle of the chair tilted, and the direction of the bag changed.
He looked at his watch. It was still early. He appeared calm. There was no wind and no one had touched him.
"Sir."
"Shan Hao."
"Big fool."
She waved her hand in front of the man, but there was no response, not even a blink. This made her feel very discouraged. If this was an act, then it was a very good one.
A whole car full of people playing with her? Impossible.
"Sir, how did you become so...mature?"
She held back the word "old", and seeing that no one around her reacted, she started talking to herself.
A gentle breeze, more like a breath, opened my pores, and the dense receptors allowed the itch to spread.
The window on the left front was just opened. Was it coming in from there? No, it was the gale.
He pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and reached down to pull at his tie.
The announcement sounded, and the towering white tower complex came into view. The man placed his hand on the railing, and she stood up first to make way. The man looked down at his briefcase, and the seat rebounded.
She finally got out of the car and looked around, but accidentally stepped into a puddle and splashed her legs. It must have been a sprinkler truck passing by.
No tissues, forget it. She had to go to the White Tower.
Walking onto the platform, he saw the officer's back. He turned around and looked back. Who was he looking at? Xu Shanshan turned around, but there was no one. Was he looking at the train? Or was he looking at her? He had just pretended not to see.
When the woman walked, water marks left by the soles of her shoes were left on the ground. The marks were small in shape and the shoe patterns were in line with regulations. Shan Hao watched the shoe marks gradually approaching, the water was carried away by the ground, and the area gradually shrank.
His eyes followed until the shoe prints aligned and stopped.
Xu Shanshan looked up, and the two of them stared at each other from a distance. She clearly saw her own shadow in his eyes. Was he acting? She almost couldn't help but speak, but held it back and played along with them.
The man took a deep breath, the first joints of his fingers bounced unconsciously, his heart felt like it was stabbing with needles, and he took a step forward, which seemed like a big stride, but was actually less than half a meter.
She could keep up easily, so Xu Shanshan followed him all the way to the office and went to the toilet urgently.
When she came back, the door was not closed, so she followed him in generously.
Everything was the same here, the man sat upright and she moved closer. There was a photo frame on the table that was not there before.
"ah?"
Why is it their wedding photo?
How come she doesn’t know that she is married? When did it happen?
The man took out the key from his bag, opened the lower locker, took out his wallet, unfolded it, and besides various cards and documents, there was a small photo with a bitter smile on his face.
Weird, very weird.
She got goosebumps and was so confused that she couldn't speak. How could she marry Commander Shan Hao? Even if she wanted to marry, it had to be—
"Boom boom boom."
The door opened, and Carl walked in. His features had become tougher, his eyes sharper, and he was wearing a white hat and gloves, and a picket badge.
Karl walked with the wind, and she avoided him and sat down. He walked to the table and spread his hands flat, "Please return the photo to me."
What photo?
Shan Hao took out a yellow paper envelope, revealing a stack of photos, and handed it back: "I was planning to give it to you on my way home from get off work."
Carl looked through them one by one, confirmed that they were originals and not damaged, then sealed them and put them in his pocket.
There were many thieves, so he kept a close watch on them. If he hadn't brought the two together, he wouldn't have lent it out.
Xu Shanshan was shocked. They were all her photos, daily photos, ID photos, and artistic photos, but...
How come the two wedding photos are exactly the same?
She recalled it again, and it was indeed exactly the same. Could it be that she married two people in one day? She turned her head to look at the photos on the table again, which seemed a bit inconsistent.
It’s P, right?
Only the one in Carl's hand is real, the others are processed later.
Why P wedding photos?
Seeing that he wanted to leave, she took the opportunity to leave the office first, not noticing the marks left on the floor.
I still had a glimmer of hope in my heart. I clasped my hands together and squeezed hard, feeling the pain. She was alive, I was sure of that.
It was almost time for work, so she planned to go to the quiet room and walked into the elevator.
Carl put away the photos and was about to leave when he was stopped.
Shan Hao: "Do you think she is dead?"
His fists clenched, a crack appearing in Carl's calm mask. "Just missing."
Shan Hao: "You know best where the remains are stored."
What remains? Just ashes.
Shan Hao: "Do you think the dead will come back?"
Karl looked at him with a complicated expression for a long time. He thought he was paranoid, but he didn't expect that this was even more whimsical.
"Don't be afraid to seek medical treatment."
He didn't believe it, but the man was silent, his eyes were firm, and he didn't look serious as if he was lying. Maybe the other party really had discovered something.
Karl put his hand down and asked, “What do you mean?”
A few minutes later, Xu Shanshan arrived at the silent room. The indicator light on the outer wall was on, indicating that there was someone inside.
A cleaning robot?
She squatted and waited. The door opened. Before it closed, she looked inside and saw the guide there. This was no longer her silent room.
…
She was unemployed. She hurried out, the elevator stalling. She saw the familiar number, "27," and stepped out.
The familiar elevator lobby, corridors, training rooms, signboards, and personnel introductions on the wall—she knew half of them, but she was also unfamiliar with them.
"Xia Guangli, are you there?"
She puffed up her air and her face looked like a bun, but then quickly deflated. The prank was a success.
She pushed open the door. The room was dark. She turned on the light and walked in. Suddenly, a head popped up, scaring her so much that she stepped back. She took a closer look and realized she didn't recognize him. It was a new person.
"who?!"
Suddenly the lights came on, which scared him. He stood up and went to patrol, but there was no one there. It was really strange.
She changed several rooms and finally saw her old friend.
Why is Captain Jie sleeping here?
This was the room where the first banquet was held. It was decorated very warmly. He fell asleep with a tired look on his face.
Let him have a good rest, she walked out.
The moment the door closed, the man opened his eyes, lifted the quilt, dressed neatly, turned on his computer and replied to the message in the long-forgotten group chat.
When the person still hadn't arrived, she went to see Manuel and Ares.
As a result, both of them are no longer on the photo wall. Where are they?
With a bad feeling, she choked up and took advantage of the vacant computer while someone was in the bathroom to search for the names of the three people.
Missing, missing, dead.
Is this too much? There's no need to lie to her like this. It's April Fools' Day, so I'm playing it too hard.
Leaving here, she went to the 27th floor.
She wants to see Xia Guangli again.
Because she was in a heavy mood, she took the fire escape, pushed open the fire door and walked in. A group of people happened to pour out of the elevator, and the person she was meeting was at the first seat on her right.
Why do both he and Captain Jie seem to be...losing their hair?
The man paused and looked to the right. There was an empty hallway with an open door. He pointed to someone and said, "Close the door."
She leaned against the wall, her heart growing colder. "Pretend you don't know me, okay, okay, you're all great."
"Xia Guangli, if you keep pretending not to see, I'm going to get angry."
There was no response. She clung to the wall, ready to stand on tiptoe to twist his ear, but when the crowd cleared, he walked straight ahead, leaving her empty-handed. There was a whiff of alcohol.
After walking a few steps, Xia Guangli stopped and saw the sandbags in the corner. He frowned and asked, "Who threw things here? Don't you want to train anymore?"
Everyone had walked away and he couldn't move his legs.
My heart is in turmoil, it has always been like this, I received chaotic news on the road, a bunch of crazy men, but I can't help but look forward to it. Will they come to find him?
Everyone's gone, what are you standing here for? Xu Shanshan maliciously stepped on his foot, the shoe dented, but he didn't react.
No reaction? Yes, he looked down at his feet for a long time, as if seeing flowers.
Knowing the pain, she stepped on the other foot, but it was a pity that the sneakers had no stiletto heels, otherwise he would have been in pain.
The man squatted down and began to pick at the uppers of his shoes, muttering to himself and looking affectionately at the air in front of his shoes.
Xia Guangli felt the blood rushing to his head. He began to believe what they said. What should he do?
"Shanshan."
"Xia Guangli, you idiot, you finally recognized me."
He squatted down and was shorter than her, so she could pinch him easily. She just turned an angle and the man suddenly stretched out his hand, but he rushed forward, but her hand was behind her.
He threw himself to the ground, but touched nothing, and fell prostrate, feeling the coldness of his face, and rested his forehead on the ground, and began to sob.
I thought she was going there to pursue freedom and would come back after having enough fun, so I kept waiting for her to change her mind and wondering how long it would take for her to come back.
The man touched his ear with one hand and climbed up with the other. If time could go back and everything could be done again...
The guide lady was shocked. He was genuinely sad, but just now, was he trying to catch her?
She realized that no one could see or hear her, so she wanted to go back to her dorm and be alone for a while. Fortunately, it hadn't been taken back yet.
The furniture in the room was wrapped in cloth, and when it was removed, there was no dust. There was a photo of her on the wall, like a portrait.
The door slammed against the door frame and she jumped up in surprise. It must be the wind in the corridor.
She thought about it for a while and decided that she had to find someone to cooperate with, otherwise she would end up homeless sooner or later. As for who to find...
The door couldn't be opened. She initially thought it was locked, but later found that it couldn't be opened no matter what. She guessed that someone had locked the door.
Whether it was good news or bad news depended on who locked the door. She moved to the window, opened the curtains, and found a row of birds hovering outside. They had plucked out the large feathers on their chests, with large heads and small bodies, like small bald chickens.
She recognized it, but the window was sealed and could not be opened. She could only tear a piece of paper and write: Hungry. She lifted it up and showed it.
There were constant messages in the group chat, and everyone was so excited that they couldn't control themselves. The fan group that had been silent for many years suddenly became lively.
[I'm outside and can't come back for the time being. Watch out, don't let anyone escape.]
Upon hearing the news, the teams that were on missions outside decided to speed up and return to the tower as soon as possible.
In the room, she sat at the table, turned on the computer, and found that the date jumped to many years later. She searched online and found out:
Manuel rejoined the team but disappeared during a mission. Most of the others were frequently sent on missions and either transformed or died in battle. Ares died, and Xiao Han died.
The danger zone expanded, the White Tower's protection range shrank, the front line became more dangerous, and conflicts became more frequent.
After getting the information, she rummaged through the drawers and found an album of sexy photos. Why do they look familiar? This isn't—her smile froze and she put it back.
My thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, someone came.
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