A world corresponds to countless parallel worlds, each world has an independent and perfect time point, and there are big or small gaps between each other. Perhaps you are just born in this world and you are just dead in a certain world, and it is not ruled out that there is one world that is missing one you.

When Song Min traveled over, he learned from S01 that this world is one of the many parallel worlds in his hometown. Without the existence of him, he was a black household, emerging out of thin air. After his body was blown up, S01 gave him the perfect body now, and there was also an ID document that recorded his birth date in the original world.

Song Min was twenty-seven years old when he first traveled through time and stayed here for thirty years. So according to the date on his ID card, he is fifty-seven years old this year and is entering his sixties.

Both age and health don’t matter, so Song Min never cared about it. Anyway, he is one of the legal citizens of this world now, and Huang Dan is the same. They all enjoy the protection of the law and no matter how they investigate, they will not find any loopholes.

The air suddenly condensed into ice, instantly crackling, smashing Wei Shijin's face. He stared at his ID card like a ghost, and his tone changed when he spoke, "Are you already fifty-seven this year?"

Song Min had a serious face, "Yes, I should be older than your dad."

Wei Shijin pinched his ID card with his fingers and his fingers turned white. He felt stormy and his expression disappeared, "I have a sister above me, my dad is fifty-eight this year."

Song Min said, "Then he is one year older."

Wei Shijin turned over his ID card and looked at a large string of numbers on the back. This was an ordinary ID card. The date of birth on it made him unbelievable. He was one year younger than his father and three years older than his mother.

In other words, when this man was born, let alone him, his mother was not born yet.

Wei Shijin was amused and crying. He actually had a desire to a man who was thirty-one years older than him. He had the first time he met in the hotel lobby, and it became stronger and stronger every time, so strong that just smelling the other person's breath had already made his bloodline expand.

Song Min stretched out his hand and said, "Give me your ID card."

Wei Shijin turned his ID card around his fingers and bending his fingers to the man's legs. "I'm fifty years old. No matter how I pay attention to my diet, no matter how I exercise, the traces of aging will become worse. There will be age spots on my face, and my skin will become dry and look wrinkled. The eye bags are loose and drooping, and the corners of my eyes and forehead are covered with wrinkles. The amount of hair will decrease, the hair color will turn white, the muscles of the whole body will shrink, and the bones will be changed, and the phenomenon of hunching down will appear."

Song Min put his ID card back into his wallet without saying a word.

Wei Shijin burst out of his throat and laughed, "Uncle, look at you, you don't look like you are in your fifties."

Song Min said, "I have shown you the ID card."

Wei Shijin glanced at the man's hands on the abdomen. His finger bones were clearly strong, his nails were trimmed cleanly, and his skin was tight. "I believe in living things more than dead things."

He suddenly leaned over and approached, "I heard that plastic surgery can make you younger, and you can get injections and skin surgery on your face, uncle, have you ever had it? You haven't, because even if you have done it, you can't turn your face in your fifties into your thirties."

Wei Shijin sat on the chair, "You know how much effort you have put on him, you know that I have always been helping you make a lie. If he and you are going to kill you, let the whole city know that you are the young master of the Zhang family, you are not for the sake of killing others, but for being fucked, you will be laughed to death."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Zhang Pei's eyes, "I know how to do it."

Wei Shijin took off his coat and threw it aside, "I have something I forgot to ask, you don't have any handle on his hands, right? For example, your usual intimate photos, videos and other things."

Zhang Pei's face changed. He swallowed his saliva and said dryly, "We will take some photos in the mood. This is normal, and other couples can also take photos."

Wei Shijin said vulgar words with Zhang Fengliu's face, "I don't know anyone else, I only know that you stepped on a dog ||| shit, and it can't even rub it on the soles of your feet."

Zhang Pei's face was full of gloom, and he squeezed out from his teeth coldly, "I won't give that bastard a chance."

Wei Shijin said indifferently, "You raise him, he raises a little lover, it's amazing."

Zhang Pei kicked the table away, and the veins on his neck popped out. He gasped heavily, looking terrifying. He didn't know that he was the one lying down below, and was caught.

Even if I heard about it, I couldn't believe it.

There is a saying that is really right. I am happy if I can’t buy a lot of money. At that stage, even if I come, it’s useless.

Wei Shijin held a cigarette and pressed the black metal lighter with his hand. A cluster of orange-red flames rose up, and the smell of tobacco burning spread. "What age do you think he is?"

Zhang Pei didn't react at once, "Which one? That bastard Wang Xing?"

Wei Shijin grabbed the hair on his forehead with one hand, and it was a little messy, "Who cares about his life or death? I'm asking Song Min."

"Who is Song Min?"

Zhang Pei frowned, "Is that uncle? Don't just say something inconsistent with the foreword. It sounds like a hard time. Besides, I've just been fooled by that bastard, and I'm still on the way back. Can you explain the words clearly?"

Wei Shijin took a sip of cigarette, "It's him."

Zhang Pei took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag and unscrewed it and took a few sips. He casually put his hands on his mouth, "It's over thirty, less than forty."

Wei Shijin spit out a cloud of white smoke, "fifty-seven."

Zhang Pei squirted out a mouthful of water, "How many? Fifty-seven? What a joke? Why don't you just use an integer? Say he's sixty?"

Wei Shijin's face was shrouded in rays of smoke. He spitted a muddy breath and waited for the smoke to dissipate and said, "I looked at Song Min's ID card, which was clearly written on it. According to the date of birth, he and my parents were of the same age."

Zhang Pei was sure that Wei Shijin was not joking with him and then gasped, "Reverse growth? Fuck, it's incredible. Ask him how he did it, I also think that it will still be like this in decades."

Wei Shijin said indifferently, "I think something is wrong here."

"Nonsense, who is in his fifties and going to the sixties, with only his white hair and other places like his prime. What is that a monster?"

Zhang Pei shrugged, "But for us, gender is not a problem, and age is not a problem. Anyway, you just play around and satisfy your curiosity. Don't take it seriously."

Wei Shijin blew the ashes without saying a word.

Zhang Pei saw that his young man was silent, and his eyelids twitched, "Brother, you can only play and not take it seriously, otherwise your old man will know that you are with someone about the same age as him, and he will not be able to shoot you with a gun."

Wei Shijin raised his eyelids and said, "Please take care of your own business. I don't know when I can get rid of it if I get tired of it."

"Damn it, no matter which pot is open, which pot is brought! "

Zhang Pei remembered something, "By the way, isn't my cousin doing a research project? It's been working on it for several years, and I don't know if it has been made. It seems that the project is related to medicine. If I introduce Song Min to him, I will definitely make a major discovery. We won't know at that time..."

A cold eye swept over, and Zhang Pei's words came to an abrupt end. He said a few seconds later, "Since you think he has a problem, you might as well let a professional come. Anyway, my cousin started research like a madman. It's okay not to eat, drink, or sleep. With his abnormal and dedicated spirit, he can definitely find out the name here."

Wei Shijin pressed out half of the cigarette on the table, "I'll say it again, he is my man."

Zhang Pei was shocked. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. Maybe he was thinking too much, so he waved his hand, "It's up to you, my affairs are still in chaos."

Wei Shijin put down his overlapping legs and stood up and walked outside.

Zhang Pei warned roughly at the back of the young man, "Wei Shijin, I'll tell you, if you bring the Middle East brother, you have nothing to do!"

Soon, Wei Shijin stood at the door of the room of 306 and took out his cell phone and flipped out a number. At that time, he got off the plane and looked for the man to ask for it. It was the same as the string of numbers reported on the plane. The other party was quite smart and didn't naively think that he could get away with it by taking a fake number.

Wei Shijin dialed the number, and the other end rang a few times before connecting. He saved the nonsense and said concisely, "Uncle, open the door, I want to go in, I have something to tell you."

Song Min said, "I'm resting."

Wei Shijin smiled at the corner of his lips, "The breath of talking while lying is different from when he is standing. Uncle, lying requires skill. I know you are not in bed now. I guess you are just taking a shower and wiping your hair."

Apart from one door, Song Min's movement of wiping his hair was "inconvenient."

Wei Shijin was very calm and expected that he would say this, "I went to the lobby to ask, the little brother from the Middle East is not here and has gone out."

Song Min hung up the phone.

Wei Shijin leaned against the wall beside the door, holding his arms in front of his chest. His goal was clear and he was very accurate in his actions, and he had no intention of boiling the frog in warm water.

A man is a sensible person and has some concerns on the plane. He has to open the door if he doesn't open it. It's not good to see if it's too loud.

The door was opened, and Song Min wanted to come out, but Wei Shijin had already pushed him inside before him and closed the door with his backhand.

Wei Shijin smelled the man's breath with water vapor, and his cognitive eyes swept him freely.

Song Min's hair was not dry and the ends were wet. He didn't plan to take a shower, but he didn't know that there was something wrong with the faucet in the bathroom. When he turned it on, he didn't notice that it was splashed all over and his body was wet, so he just took a shower.

Wei Shijin said, "Uncle, the flight has been delayed and the recovery time is uncertain. Have you reported your family's safety? If you get off the plane tomorrow, your wife and children should be very anxious."

Song Min's face remained unchanged, "You are here to say this?"

Wei Shijin stalked and smiled ambiguously, "What do you want to hear me?"

Song Min turned around and was about to leave, and an arm blocked his movements.

Wei Shijin supported the wall with his hands, "Uncle, are you really in your fifties?"

Song Min, “Yes.”

Wei Shijin's eyes flashed with a dark light of calculating, and it was fleeting, "What should I do? I still can't believe it. Uncle, should you prove it to me yourself, or should I verify it yourself?"

As the crisis came, Song Min raised one leg and kicked the young man's knee, but was knocked away clearly.

Wei Shijin cut the man's hands behind him, and he showed his white teeth and smiled gently, "Uncle, I have a strong hand. If I pinch it for a few times, I will get bruised. Don't move around, I don't want to hurt you."

Song Min's forehead was aroused, and he suppressed his anger, "That little brother is coming back soon. Don't mess with you and I'm embarrassed."

Wei Shijin stared at the man's two light-colored lips and bit it. He held one and sucked it hard until it turned red. He did that in the next second, forcibly pried open the man's teeth and drove straight in, invading||A little bit.

Song Min's face became colder. He subconsciously used his most common move to bite the young man's tongue and force the other person out.

Wei Shijin suffered a pain, his eyes darkened, and he bent his knees into the man's legs and stirred them.

Song Min's mouth was full of fishy and sweetness, and the young man's tongue was bleeding. Not only did he stop, but he became even more excited. He was a mad dog.

Wei Shijin's eyes narrowed, and his body and muscles pressed against the wall |||Flesh and full of strength, how could this look like what a person in his fifties should have?

He hooked the corners of his lips, clamped the man's wrist with only one hand, and grabbed the other's jaw with the other hand, plucking all the saliva that he had not had time to swallow.

Song Min's mouth was covered with a wet and hot touch. He thought of the little cat who was licking the goat's milk in the plate, but it was not a cat, a dog, or a dog that only sent this action to him.

So the movements seem extremely nimble.

Wei Shijin gasped, and there was a desire in his eyes ||Fire was burning violently, and he rushed forward.

Song Min's back was close to the wall, and his heel was forced to leave the ground, and he only pointed his toes. He had his face tense, "Wei Shijin."

Wei Shijin's eyes flashed, and he smiled and nodded, "Uncle has something to say?"

Song Min said, "I can be your dad at my age."

Wei Shijin's desires were not retreating, and he smiled when he heard this, took away the hand that held the man's jaw and moved it all the way down.

Song Min has a physical dysfunction and cannot get up. So far, he has not succeeded once, and he doesn't care. He ignores it over time and only uses it when peeing.

Wei Shijin's eyes opened slightly, and he looked up at the man strangely, "Your thing is not good."

Song Min took the opportunity to push Wei Shijin away, went straight to the bathroom and spit bloody saliva at the pool. He turned on the faucet, but because he was negligently forgot that there was something wrong with the faucet, he was sprayed with water.

The bathroom was wet, and Song Min closed the door and sweared. He scooped a handful of water into his mouth. Seeing that the water spit was gone, his expression calmed down a little.
To be continued...