In my opinion, the words written by Aunt Mei are nothing short of a fantasy! However, I cannot deny that this kind of thing is currently possible.
If this matter is true, then Zhao Qiming, who came back on the third day after the second uncle left, is it true or not? Is it a man or a ghost
If Zhao Qiming is really a ghost, this matter is relatively simple, because since he is a ghost, then it may be normal if he doesn't remember what happened before his death. It's just that Aunt Mei said that after Zhao Qiming came back, he could clearly tell what he had been doing during the three days, which seemed to conflict with the previous guess.
But if Zhao Qiming is not a ghost, then things are more complicated!
Who is impersonating Zhao Qiming
Why make the illusion that Zhao Qiming is dead
What is the purpose of Zhao Qiming who handed it over to Er Boyu's finger
There are too many questions, and no one knows the answer. I glanced at Aunt Mei, after she wrote the previous paragraph, a look of fear appeared on her face. But soon, the fear was concealed by longing and grief.
The clothes she wears are very old, and look at the style at least ten years ago or earlier. Although the furnishings in the home are very complete, they are actually unimaginable. No TV, no computer, Aunt Mei doesn't seem to even have a mobile phone. All electrical facilities that can communicate with the outside world do not exist here.
Although this room is a small two-story building, the decoration has long been in tatters, and a few patches of paint will fall on the walls of the bedroom from time to time.
I wrote on the paper: "Aunt Mei, where is your child?"
Aunt Mei was still stunned. After I gently pushed her arm, she suddenly woke up. Seeing the question I wrote on the paper, Aunt Mei shook her head with a lonely expression, and then wrote: "Before I have time to have a child, Qiming will..."
She hasn't finished writing, I already know the answer. Watching this scene, I can't help feeling sad for Aunt Mei.
Obviously it has nothing to do with her, it is obviously that she has lost her favorite husband, but she has to bear all the bitterness. Living in the days of being watched and unable to communicate with others, I really can't imagine how she survived.
I looked at Lian Daozhen, he looked thoughtful, maybe Aunt Mei's words gave him some clues. I turned around and wrote on the paper again: "Is there a bug here?"
Aunt Mei replied: "Everywhere. At the beginning, cameras were installed. It's just that in recent years they may feel that there is little hope, and I have been protesting, so they only left bugs. Be quiet now, don’t be caught."
At this time, Lian Daozhen suddenly took a step forward, took the pen and paper from my hand, brushed down a line and passed it. I took a probe and saw a few questions written on it: "Zhao Qiming told you what he did in those three days? When he came back, did he bring anything? Or did he have other abnormalities? You said He died in front of you. Who killed him? What was the specific situation?"
I was slapped, really worthy of an old man, this question was more detailed than mine, and it looked like I was interrogating a prisoner. Although I am afraid that these questions from him will irritate Aunt Mei, I think about the sneaking over here this time, isn't it just to ask these questions. Therefore, I looked at Aunt Mei with a little embarrassment, hoping to get the answer, and didn't want to make this suffering woman too uncomfortable.
After taking a look at the paper, Aunt Mei scanned Lian Daozhen carefully, as if confirming his identity. I know that she is hesitating, because the things about Zhao Qiming are secrets that have been hidden in her heart for more than ten years. She didn't know if these secrets should be told or who should be told.
Maybe because of these secrets for too long, Aunt Mei didn't think too much, so she made up her mind. She picked up the pen, paused on the paper, thought about it a little, and then began to write: "When Qiming came back, she was empty-handed. I don't know if there is anything in his clothes. I want to talk about something abnormal..."
Aunt Mei paused here again, it may be too long, she needs to recall carefully. Lian Daozhen and I waited patiently. After a long time, Aunt Mei continued to write: "He has a smell, not a scent, or a bad smell. I can’t tell what it is. Anyway, if If there is an abnormality, that’s the only thing. But at the time I was panicked, and I was afraid and confused, so I didn’t even bother to ask him.
A piece of paper was filled, and Aunt Mei turned to a new page and continued to write: "When I said he had been dead for three days, Qiming was very surprised. At that time, I felt very clear about the way he was speaking. There was nothing wrong. He told me that when others saw him die, he was still doing research in Taiqian County. By the way, when I asked him what he was researching, Qiming's hesitating clock refused to make it clear. Thinking about it now, something was wrong. Then, when he came back from Taiqian County, he took a car all the way..."
What Aunt Mei wrote afterwards was irrelevant. It was nothing more than how Zhao Qiming got back by car and what kind of things he passed by.
So far, there is only one question left by Lian Daozhen. And this last one, let Aunt Mei remember for a long time, even her eyes were red. With tears in her eyes, she wrote on the paper with her palms trembling: "At that time, I heard someone shouting at the door. When I went out, I saw a black arm passing through Qiming's chest. His The blood was sprayed at the door. I saw him open his mouth and stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to say something to me. However, that arm dragged him away... Qiming couldn't get away at all, and his blood shed a lot. , I was so scared that I covered my mouth and cried, and didn't dare to say a word! When I reacted and chased out, I could not find him...
When Aunt Mei wrote this, she couldn't help the grief in her heart anymore, and tears burst into her eyes. She dropped the pen, covered her face, and let out a muffled, low cry.
Lian Daozhen took a look at what she had written. After reading it, his brows became more and more frowning, and then he took a pen to write a line: "In these things you wrote, there is no mention of him really dead. Perhaps he is still alive."
When I saw the word Lian Daozhen, my eyes lit up, and I quickly pushed the crying Aunt Mei, and handed her the paper. Aunt Mei looked at it dimly with teary eyes, then cried and shook her head. At this time, even Daozhen and I didn't do much. Everyone could tell that she had been holding back for too long, and the pain that had been pressing in her heart for more than ten years needed to be thoroughly expressed.
After a long time, Aunt Mei gradually suppressed the emotional emotions. She picked up the paper to wipe her tears, and then wrote on the paper: "I also thought about this possibility. Alive, maybe I committed suicide a long time ago. But, is he really alive? I don’t know what that black arm is, but Qiming’s entire chest was pierced and he shed so much blood..."
In fact, in my opinion, Zhao Qiming also has no hope of surviving. But Lian Daojin didn't seem to think so. He took up a pen and paper and wrote: "Have you seen that kind of black arm before? Have you ever heard that the dead will come back to life? If there is none, then why must he think The person who pierces the chest will definitely die."
I was stunned, and Aunt Mei also stunned. She seemed to have a bit of hope aroused by the truth, and wrote: "But if he is still alive, why doesn't he come back once for so many years?"
"This question, I am afraid that only Zhao Qiming himself can answer you, and we are also the people who come to find the answer." Lian Daozhen wrote.
Aunt Mei looked at us disappointedly, and I shook my head helplessly, indicating that I could do nothing.
Aunt Mei sighed and asked no more questions.
"Anything else to ask?" I wrote this sentence on the paper and handed it to Lian Daozhen.
Lian Daozhen shook his head, indicating that he was gone. After I nodded, I wrote on the paper: "Aunt Mei, we are leaving. Uncle Zhao may be alive, but he can't come back because of something delayed. You are alone, and you want to live a good life. Maybe someday you open the door. , I saw him standing there smiling at you."
Aunt Mei reluctantly made a smile at me and wrote: "You are a good boy, pay more attention to safety when you go out."
After that, we didn't stay too much, and left silently through the rooftop under Aunt Mei's reluctant watch. From the beginning to the end, those who watched did not find this room, and there were two strangers who had stayed for a long time.
When I left, Lien Daozhen still led me to jump around on the roof. After feeling almost safe, Lien Daozhen led me downstairs. Fortunately, there are no people at this time, otherwise the two of us will fall from the sky and we will have to scare people to death.
I looked around cautiously, feeling that no one was staring at us, and then whispered, "I saw you thinking about it for so long, did you have a clue?"
Lian Daozhen's brows kept frowning, especially when he was watching Aunt Mei writing. At this moment, he heard me ask, he thought about it, and then he looked at me and asked: "You are there, don't you smell anything? "(End of this chapter)