Yu Hua stood dazedly in the stairwell, the light outside the window came out from the outside, and the light floated and jumped incessantly, as if hurriedly trying to tell him the terrible truth.
Didn't survive...
Yu Hua suddenly turned around, walked quickly downstairs, and quickly went out, took a taxi, and went straight to the largest funeral home in the area.
Funeral homes all over the world are the same, with cemeteries, tombs, urns, and blue-black rooms, cold-faced service staff, and bleakness in the air. Yu Hua walked in and asked the archives room, found the archivist, and asked : "Excuse me, I want to check the record of a car accident half a month ago. I wonder if it is okay?"
"Are you a reporter?" The file clerk is a middle-aged aunt. Seeing Yu Hua's handsome appearance, the smile on her face can't help but feel warmer.
"Oh, almost." Yu Hua vaguely said: "We have a report, so we need to check it."
"Okay." The aunt smiled and nodded, leading Yu Hua to an electronic screen, pointing to the electronic screen and saying: "You can find out by pressing the date here."
"Okay." Yu Hua thanked him, and quickly clicked on the day of the car accident, only to see that there were no car accident records in the funeral home, only the files of a few elderly people who died of illness.
Okay, I'm so worried.
Yu Hua stood quietly in front of the electronic screen, feeling a little bit frustrated. Maybe he was affected by that nightmare, so he was thinking about it randomly? Thinking of this, he sighed, turned and walked out with heavy steps.
"Comrades have finished the investigation?" The aunt was sitting at the door watching the dog-blood TV series on her mobile phone, and when she saw Yu Hua come out, she said.
"Yes." Yu Hua smiled bitterly: "No car accident record was found."
"Oh." The aunt nodded, and continued to watch the TV series.
"Thank you." Yu Hua thought about his identity as a fake reporter, and said hurriedly.
"No thanks." The aunt smiled like a flower. Seeing Yu Hua was about to leave, she seemed to think of something, and then said: "Comrade, you said about the car accident half a month ago, right?"
"Yes." Yu Hua nodded, his heart beating, and stared at the aunt's eyes: "Do you remember what?"
"How do I remember... It seems that a few corpses were actually brought here?" The aunt scratched her head and recalled: "I happened to be at work at the time and saw a few people who got off the car over there. Hey, that's terrible. I have nightmares when I see it. Don’t look at me doing it here for several years, but I never want to see people who come down from a car accident. I never go to our boiler room. I am timid, not as courageous as theirs. Yes, I am afraid of nothing, dare to burn anything, dare to watch."
"Really?" Yu Hua's heartbeat was tingling, and he trembled: "Then... Why are there no records? Normally, you would put them... I mean, An Xie's corpse, if there is no record, there is no tomb, put it there?"
"Usually the urn without the owner is placed in the waiting room on the southwest corner." The aunt pointed to the side of the corridor and said, "Or you can go and see."
"Okay, okay." When Yu Hua heard this, he almost ran without a record, but there was a car accident and people were indeed dead, so... So... he had a guess in his heart that he almost wanted to stand out, but this guess was too much. Bold, and also a bit scary, so...
He needs to be sure!
…
"one two three four… "
After rubbing with the security guards for a long time, Yu Hua stood in front of the stacks of urns. No one took them away, or they could not afford the mausoleum for the time being, so they could only temporarily place some of the urns here. They were dark. The small box, silently shelved on a layer of iron shelves, carries the memory of life, one by one, with names written on it, death in a certain month, age, gender, and the cause of death is in parentheses.
According to the date of death, Yu Hua checked the urns of the past few days, but there was nothing, nothing, not even the nameless urns, there were densely packed with names of strangers, even one that looked like an imposter. There were no replacements, and the most disappointing thing was that the death records on the date of the car accident were the same as those on the electronic screen, that is, the deaths of two elderly people. Other than that, there was nothing.
So... You got it wrong
After walking out of the funeral home disappointedly, Yu Hua stood outside the door in despair, staring at the faint green hill not far away. Probably because it was the place of the dead, it was also in the suburbs, not far from Lishan where the car accident occurred, and there were not many people around. There is only one family that seems to be dead. The younger generations are wearing sackcloth and filial piety, holding wreaths in their hands, and are talking to the service staff of the funeral home at the door.
Maybe it's speculation, or... I'm too mindful.
Yu Hua turned around disappointedly, dragged a heavy foot, and walked towards the street step by step. This is a suburb and a funeral home, so no one came easily. After walking for a long time, I didn't see a rental car that could be done. The car, but the rows of shroud shops facing the street seemed to beckoning to themselves, the wreath was blown by the wind, with the smell of the underworld, Yu Hua stood there quietly for a long time, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Zhou Lan. Father Zhou Li's number.
"Uncle Li, it's me." When a voice came over there, Yu Hua said hurriedly: "It's me, Yu Hua."
"Xiaoyu is you?" Zhou Li said with a bit of surprise in his tone: "When I left, you were still in a coma. How is it? Are you awake? Are you in the hospital?"
"Yes." Yu Hua didn't want to say more, just said: "I'm already awake, Uncle Li, where's Alan? What happened to her?"
When Zhou Li heard this, his tone fell sadly: "It has been bad, and I have been talking nonsense. I invited the best doctor in the world, but I didn't find out what happened."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Li's heart throbbed and said, "What do you mean? Uncle Li, make it clear, Alan... isn't it a vegetable?"
"No." Zhou Li's tone was very determined, and said: "Of course she is not a vegetable. A vegetable is a silent kind. She is not. She has been talking, closing her eyes and saying everything, like doing something. A nightmare, it’s like sleepwalking, but I just can’t wake up. I have called the doctor all over and haven’t found out what’s wrong with it.”
"Oh, it's not a vegetative." Yu Hua said quietly, after a while, and then said: "Uncle Li, I... have a request. If you still can't find any disease, please bring Alan back."
"Shipping back? What do you mean?" Zhou Li said with surprise in his tone: "Xiaoyu, do you know how to treat the disease? I just know what clones you are studying, don't you know that you still know this?"
"Oh, almost, they have something to do with medicine." Yu Hua said carefully; "I'm not sure, if I can, I will ship it as soon as possible."
"Okay." Zhou Li agreed.
Yu Hua hung up the phone, looked at the faint green mountains over there, and then looked back at the big black characters in front of the funeral home, clenched his fists, okay, no matter whether it was a guess or thought, he wanted to try anyway. Try-memory rejection dreams!
He is an expert in brain science and neurology. The dream of rejection was designed to allow clones to be completely assimilated by real people. Now in this car accident, no matter the nightmare or Ming Yue’s words, even Zhou Lan’s strange illness is everywhere. A bit strange, he decided to let his colleagues have a dream of rejection for clones. The content of the dream is to find the truth and see if you can see the reason.
Just how to get colleagues to agree to do this experiment
Yu Hua pondered for a while, and then called Zhou Lan’s father: "Uncle Li, this is the case. I decided to treat Alan’s strange disease, but I need the cooperation of my colleagues. You are an investor in this project. Can you? In the name of treating the disease, let everyone cooperate with me.” After finishing speaking, he paused and said: “No matter what Uncle Li, don’t reveal that I advocated doing it, just say that it’s to treat Alan, oh, let’s do it, you Just ask some so-called experts to come, and then say let everyone treat Zhou Lan together, but those experts should listen to my arrangements, as long as they don’t let colleagues know."
"Of course." Zhou Li promised very happily, expecting to say: "I didn't expect Xiaoyu you to be treated. That would be great. I don't need to run around the world and find an expert. I will now transport Alan back. Don't worry, I will keep your colleagues from you, so I will send these experts here and let them follow your arrangements. Is this okay?"
"Okay, okay." Yu Hua hung up the phone and sighed. Although this rejection dream is aimed at clones, it may not be aimed at real people. No matter what, he needs to try, all of this!