She looked out the window, and there was a crowd of people outside the office building in the center of the city. It's obviously not a holiday, and I don't know why so many idlers run out to wander around. Li Nuoyi's recent sense of immediacy is very strong, so strong that he always feels familiar when he sees everything. Whether it's the office environment, Mengshan's car, or home, she thinks she's seen it somewhere.

Especially this office building, which was obviously only completed this year, Li Nuoyi has definitely never been here. But just as she was wandering around the pedestrian street, her eyes suddenly froze as if she had been electrocuted. Her mind was cloudy, and she always felt that something was attracting her. When I entered the office building, the sense of familiarity became even stronger. She stepped into the elevator, pressed the number 7 without hesitation, and followed the feeling to the empty compartment.

Since it has just been completed, there are almost no companies on the 7th floor. The ghost sent the gods, she actually called the manager without thinking and rented an office of about 50 square meters at No. B7 on the 7th floor. So far, Li Nuoyi has not figured out why she would do such an inexplicable thing!

Li Nuoyi looked at this humble office and smiled wryly. There are only some simple furnishings in the huge place, and the entire 7th floor is as quiet as a dead land, as if she is the only one left in the whole world. Thick floor-to-ceiling glass separates the prosperity of the outside world.

She pulled out a photo album from her handbag, and there were a few photos of her with Ye Budan. Each of them was written with the date and place in Juan Xiu's red handwriting, and then carefully collected and carried with him. A woman has paid so much for a man, Li Nuoyi herself feels very helpless. If Ye Bu was a magnet in her last life, then she must be iron. After being sucked in, it was magnetized, and then it clung to the magnet, even if he was helpless, he never thought of leaving him.

Li Nuoyi opened the small photo album one after another, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth that soaked into her heart. Humans are really contradictory animals, and if they like a person, even if they just look at their pictures, they will sincerely feel happy. When she reached the last page, the hand that was about to fall suddenly stopped in the air. Li Nuoyi only felt a 'click' sound in his head, as if something had shattered.

She looked at the last page of the album without blinking, and on it was a solitary photo of the night silent, which she had secretly taken shortly after her first encounter with him. It's such an important photo that is as precious as life, but I don't know when someone scribbled a big number 'seven' with a red pen. The word 'seven' occupies the entire length of the photo and is very eye-catching. Li Nuoyi, who was about to get angry, suddenly calmed down.

An incredible feeling flowed through her mind, and she was a little overwhelmed.

The girl was surprised to find that the handwriting was definitely from herself, but she couldn't remember when she had written the number. Li Noi has never been in the habit of scribbling, let alone drawing on the most important photos! If you've done it yourself, and you don't have any impressions, it's just one thing!

Li Nuo leaned on his chin and carefully observed the number 'seven' with his eyes, his beautiful face exuding strangeness and curiosity. There is no trace of writing this word with a pen in my memory, but the handwriting is my own, and I am full of anxiety when I write it. It only means that the person who wrote this number is very aware that he will have amnesia in the future and will not remember that experience. That's why she wrote down this allegorical number in the place where she was least likely to scribble and attract her own attention.

It may seem tongue-twisting, and it's even hard to understand, but that's the only logical part. What is it that I have forgotten? When did you draw this number on an important photo? Why is there no impression at all?

Little by little, Li Nuoyi recalls the recent schedule, even going back to the time when he was silent at night more than a year ago. But it didn't take long for her to realize that there was no possibility of missing such an important event in her memory. If you really have a lost memory, the lost place is definitely not on yourself. Because there is not a single extra space in her memory to squeeze out the missing parts. For example, if a freshly baked hot round birthday cake is really cut off, then the cake will never be round, and there will always be a notch.

But no matter how Li Nuoyi thinks about it, she feels that her memory is not missing, she has a good memory, and she remembers most of the things of every day. But how did the number 'seven' appear out of thin air on the treasured silent photos?

She couldn't think of a reason anyway. Time passed slowly, and Li Nuoyi cleaned up the documents in the office, a little overwhelmed. Working alone on the huge 7th floor, it was uncomfortable. This place is like a strange space, B7 on the 7th floor......

Li Nuoyi, who had just walked out of the office, looked back at the house number and couldn't help but fall into deep thought again. There are two 'sevens' again, plus the 'seven' in that photo, will there be some connection between the two? Otherwise, why would I inexplicably rent this office that no one has? After all, she doesn't have a need for a permanent office location at all!

Alas, since returning to Wucheng, there has always been a strange sense of familiarity, a strange incongruity in everything she sees, and a sense of immediacy that is so frequent that her life is greatly affected, all of which make Li Nuoyi very concerned.

Driving back to her friend Mengshan's house, this bad young woman has already returned, sitting on the sofa using a tablet to surf the Internet, and laughing while reading the web.

"What are you looking at, laughing like a broken flower and a willow?" Li Nuoyi asked.

"A supernatural website, the webmaster of this local, is very interesting. Just now he added me and invited me to the morgue to see the corpse and have dinner by the way! Mengshan laughed heartlessly, glanced at her, and said in surprise: "Yiyi, why do you look sad, what's wrong?" ”

"It's nothing, it's just that I accidentally discovered something strange." Li Nuoyi thought about it, and then told the cause and effect of seeing the number 'seven' on the photo.

"Cut, you must have drawn it yourself one day when you were in a daze." Mengshan disagreed.

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who sleeps in a daze?" She asked seriously.

Mengshan's smile retracted and sat up straight: "Where is that photo?" Let me see! ”

Li Nuoyi took out the small photo album and turned to the last page: "Oh, look." ”

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