Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

"Why do you want to knock you out? Shouldn't you ask yourself this kind of question?" Qu Mingcong was speechless, "Since it has multiple personalities, then you were in her body at the time, so you don't know what she's thinking?"

"I've lost my memory." She shirked the responsibility as always, "I don't remember anything."

Qu Mingcong raised his forehead, "...It seems that there is no other way to know the truth except to ask Qiao Yueying herself."

She muttered depressedly: "According to your reasoning, Qiao Yueying had a car accident for the first time, and I was slammed into her body, and Qiao Yueying had a car accident for the second time, and I was slammed into your phone again." Here, why am I so unlucky, being slapped and slammed all day long."

Qu Mingcong was annoyed and funny in his heart, "Okay, you are lucky enough to still be alive and kicking in other people's mobile phones after bang twice."

"That's weird..." Xiao Qiao pondered for a while, "If I entered your phone from Qiao Yueying's body, where did I enter her body in the first place?"

"Do you still remember that although you lost your memory at the beginning, you called yourself Qiao Yueying, and you knew me," Qu Mingcong said, "And I only had one contact with Qiao Yueying, so you are likely to be the one who was kidnapped in the first place." one of the hostages."

"Isn't that a simple question? As long as I check the identity of the hostages one by one, I can find out my real identity." She smiled and asked Qu Mingcong positively, "Recall quickly, who were the hostages who were kidnapped that time? "

Without her reminding, Qu Mingcong was already trying to recall, but the memory picture was blurry, and he could only remember some broken fragments after working hard for a long time.

"...The people who were kidnapped were all working in the procuratorate. I guess Qiao Yueying should remember it better than me. After all, they are all her colleagues." Qu Mingcong said, "I only remember about five or six people, some men and some women. The kidnappers targeted one of the prosecutors, who was in his 50s, and the rest were assistants and interns who worked with him, as well as young prosecutors like Qiao Yueying."

"That's it..." Xiao Qiao's expression gradually became serious, "It seems that the situation is not optimistic."

Qu Mingcong was slightly taken aback, "What?"

She said seriously: "A resourceful person like me, no matter how I think about it, I don't look like an assistant or an immature intern, right? Qu Mingcong, if my real identity...is that prosecutor in his 50s, can you tell me?" do you accept?"

Qu Mingcong was stunned for several seconds, "...Why are you so nervous, that prosecutor in his 50s is a man!"

She asked again: "If I am a middle-aged man in his 50s, would you accept it?"

Qu Mingcong: "........."

"You can't accept it if you don't talk?" She snorted and said in a disgusted tone, "Shallow, your feelings for me are too shallow."

Qu Mingcong thought to himself, even if he admits that his feelings are superficial, he still can't accept that his significant other is an uncle.

"The next time you bang, put it on the phone of the 50-year-old uncle." He replied.

Xiao Qiao snorted, very disdainful, "Look at what you said, it seems to imply that I slammed into your phone because you are younger and more handsome than uncle."

Qu Mingcong said: "For a poor and white person like me, apart from being young and handsome, I really can't think of anything that you would like about me."

She was a little embarrassed, "Who has taken a fancy to you? When did I say that I have a crush on you?"

"Okay," he nodded, "you're okay, you didn't fall in love with me, it's just my unrequited love here. It's probably because I've been single for too long, and I feel true feelings when I play a game, and I feel pretty when I look at a mobile phone. How can I think of a mobile phone?" There is actually a 50-year-old uncle living here.”

"You are the uncle!" Xiao Qiao frowned, "Did I just assume that you didn't understand?! Assume that I am the uncle, can you accept it!!!"

The corners of Qu Mingcong's mouth twitched, and he said with a light smile, "I can't even accept it, and asked me if I can accept it, heh..."

Her: "Humph! Humph! Humph!!!—"

He hummed three times in a row, fully showing his anger and childishness.

Qu Mingcong felt that if the uncle looked like this, it would be too scary.

He said lightly: "Anyway, I will exclude all men. If you are a man, just treat us as if we are destined for each other."

"What, ordinary friends can't do it?" She was very unhappy, "You can be brothers."

"I can't do it." Qu Mingcong refused indifferently, "I get goosebumps when I think that I have been attracted to my brother, so let's forget it. I will focus on investigating the female hostages in that incident. I remember that among the kidnapped people In addition to Qiao Yueying, there are other women, as long as the scope of investigation is narrowed, clues should be found soon."

She listened, and said in a muffled voice: "Then... what if I am really a man? Will you really ignore me?"

Qu Mingcong felt that her imagination was too rich. Although it was possible in terms of probability, judging from her usual chatting style, she should be a young woman.

"If it's really a man..." He sighed, "If it's a man, he has to find a way to get you back into his body as soon as possible. Staying on the phone for too long will not be good for you."

She hesitated again and said: "Then... what if I'm not a human being at all? I thought before that a person as smart as me might be an awakened artificial intelligence that entered the human brain without paying attention. Or maybe I'm not artificial intelligence, I'm... an alien life form? Can you accept that your partner is an alien?"

Qu Mingcong expressed his admiration for her imagination...

He pressed his temples with both hands, and replied with a little pain: "Don't you think these words sound stupid?"

"But, there is indeed such a possibility..." The beautiful girl on the phone sighed faintly, "Qu Mingcong, I'm really scared."

"What are you afraid of?" He teased, "I should be the one who should be afraid, right? How much courage do I have to accept a 50-year-old uncle?"

"You know what I mean," she said melancholy, and her voice was depressed, "If we don't do anything, at least we can maintain the status quo, but as long as we keep checking, my identity will become something like a touchstone. In an unknown situation, everything can be imagined, but once the answer is clear, can you guarantee that you can completely ignore it? My gender, age, appearance, figure, and even my hairstyle may become factors for you to consider this relationship , if the situation is a little more extreme...for example, if I say that I am an uncle, or that I am not human at all, can you accept it? Maybe...you will not only not be able to accept it, but after many years, when you look back on this experience, you will only feel disgusted. "

Qu Mingcong was speechless for a long time after listening.

Looking at the barren scenery outside the car, he was silent for a long time, then sighed softly, and replied, "You have to have some confidence in me."