It's like a century.

Li Yaozhan slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was his mother's worried eyes.

"What's wrong son? What's uncomfortable? His mother's hand gently covered his forehead, and there was a comforting warmth that made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"What time is it?" Li Yaozhan narrowed his eyes and groaned softly, and the bright sunlight poured generously into the bedroom through the gauze curtains.

"It's more than ten o'clock, you don't get up in the morning when you are called to have breakfast, your father came over and saw you rolling on the bed with an uncomfortable face holding the quilt, no matter how you call you, you don't wake up, your head is hot and scary!" The mother said with a worried face, "You child, how many times have you told you to pay attention to your body when you go out, did you suffer from the wind and cold outside on a business trip?" I went out for a run on the first night I came back..."

"Okay Mom, I know, I have to go to work." Li Yaozhan still had the terrifying memory of his dream, his body was overdrawn and sore, his mother's reproachful words buzzed into his ears, and the pinprick-like pain came to his mind again.

"What kind of work are you going to, your father asked you for leave, saying that you contracted the cold on a business trip, so you can rest at home today." As she spoke, she grabbed his arm and shoved a thermometer under his armpit.

The upper part of the thermometer has the same warm touch as on her forehead, and it seems that my mother has been holding the thermometer and waiting by her bedside. Li Yaozhan tightened his arms and wanted to sit up, but when he moved slightly, he immediately felt a pain all over his body. It's like lying on the African savannah all night and being trampled by a herd of African elephants dozens of times. After two efforts, no muscle wanted to respond to his command, so he had no choice but to give up the idea of getting up.

"Mom, get me some water to drink." Licking his chapped lips, Li Yaozhan said in a hoarse voice

"You lie down, I'll pour water." The old mother tucked Li Yaozhan's corner and stopped nagging, got up and walked downstairs.

Approaching noon, the temperature was not low, Li Yaozhan slowly moved his fingers, gradually regained his sense of control over his body, and raised his hand to lift the quilt.

"Eh, can't you just lie down honestly for a while? You kid—" Mom walked in with a glass of water and saw him get up, and hurried over to press him back to the bed.

"It's okay, it's just not a good rest." Li Yaozhan stretched out his left hand to take the water cup and drank it all, the thermometer under his arm sounded dripping, and his mother reached out to take the thermometer and looked at it with a puzzled expression.

"How's that, normal, right?"

"Maybe it's a low-grade fever, you have a day of rest at home today, what is the name of Wang Dong in your company, your father said that he praised you for doing a good job this time, and asked your father to tell you to rest well today and don't worry about work." Are you hungry? I'll serve you a bowl of porridge in the pot. Mother took the glass of water from his hand, took the thermometer and went downstairs again.

Seeing his mother go downstairs, he slowly raised his right hand and spread his five fingers, and the strange rock chip lay quietly in his palm, and there was no change. But at this time, Li Yaozhan's calm expression was churning with terrifying turbulent waves in his heart, although it was unreasonable, but he recalled the process of dreaming of Ma Wen twice, and couldn't help but feel that whether it was Ma Wen in the dream or the strange man who called himself Prometheus, the "key" in their mouths Eight Achievements referred to this weird rock chip. Although it sounded a little ridiculous, he had a surreal delusion about a rock chip of unknown origin because he missed Ma Wen's strange dreams and the words of a cult maniac, and he never thought that one day he would believe such absurd things.

"If you come into contact with this rock chip, you can dream of that weird altar and Ma Wen..." he groaned slightly, and quickly gave up this idea, yesterday's dream was too terrifying, he didn't want to dream again in his life, I really missed Ma Wen to look at the photos, and the price of meeting in a dream was too high. Hearing his mother's footsteps outside the door, he hurriedly stuffed the rock chips under his pillow and pretended to be thinking about something.

"Drink the porridge, cushion your stomach, what do you want to eat? Mom will do it for you in a moment. The mother walked to the bed with the porridge bowl

Li Yaozhan stretched out his hand to tie the porridge bowl, and the glutinous rice was dotted with shredded meat and minced vegetables, exuding a rich sweet fragrance. Li Yaozhan glanced at it and immediately remembered the monstrous waves of flesh and blood stomped by the huge and strange giant feet, and felt a burst of nausea in his heart, and he swallowed two bites of nausea, but he couldn't swallow it. The stomach and intestines spasmed violently, struggling to push the stomach acid and bile up from the esophagus, and the tongue stirred the chewed rice and shredded meat to transmit the sticky and soft touch to the brain, Li Yaozhan couldn't hold back any longer, and pulled the trash can at the head of the bed and spit it out.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" The mother couldn't help but panic, patted him vigorously on the back, and helped him spit out the stuff blocked in his esophagus. Not only the two mouthfuls of rice stuffed into his mouth, but also the undigested food residues of last night mixed with sour gastric juice and dark green bile squirted out fiercely, a large amount of stomach acid burned his esophagus, Li Yaozhan only felt a hot pain in his throat.

"It's okay, it's just a little nauseous, I don't want to eat at noon...", he finally vomited all the contents of his stomach, and he didn't even breathe a sigh of relief until he couldn't even vomit bile.

"No matter what, you can't skip eating, the more sick you are, the more you should eat more, how can you do without eating? I'm going to call Dr. Zhao and ask, why don't I go see a doctor in a while? Li Yaozhan's mother couldn't help but get anxious.

"It's not that serious, I don't have a headache or brain fever, but it's a little disgusting to smell meat. Then mom, you blanch some vegetables at noon, make some light ones for me to eat, I don't want to see meat. Li Yaozhan hurriedly stopped his mother's idea of looking for a doctor, and he didn't want to see a doctor at all now.

"Really? If you feel uncomfortable, you should tell your mother earlier. "My mother is still not at ease

"Really, you look like I'm terminally ill."

"Bah, baba, all nonsense." His mother stretched out her hand and pulled his face, "Then I'll give you some lettuce hearts at noon, ice kale, and mix some mushrooms." You're honestly lying down. ”

"Okay." Li Yaozhan perfunctorily, watched his mother come out of the room, reached under the pillow and pulled out the rock chip again, remembering what the weird Lao Pu said to him, the ending sentence "We will definitely meet".

That weirdo probably really knows a lot of things, but really want to contact him? Although he was full of crazy words, it seems that now he may really know something, and what he said when we met that day was not all lies, and maybe he could give him an answer. But then Li Yaozhan vetoed this idea, and finally began to persuade himself to commit suicide. Shoved the rock chips back under the pillow with his backhand, he lay back on the covers, and it was really time for him to take a good rest

……

Yu Qian took the experiment report and looked at it carefully, his face was cloudy, the result of the fingerprint comparison Li Yaozhan was the one who took the object from the sewer, no matter what role Li Yaozhan played in this case, Ma Wen's death could not be the direct cause. The autopsy report and the results of the on-site sampling and testing only corroborated the previous findings and did not provide any new and valuable information. A visit to the mailroom of Ma Wen's alma mater only confirmed that she had indeed taken the mail, and she had no clue what it was inside. Now Yu Qian only hopes that the customs has spot-checked this package and can get a little clue from the customs.

"It's not enough, there are too few clues that can be used..."Yu Qian sighed after reading the report for the second time

"Fish team, time is running out, isn't it time for us to go?" A criminal police officer reminded Yu Qian

"Let's go." Yu Qian stuffed the report back into his file bag

"Prepare a copy for me, Xiaobai will come back to get it later, let's go."

Yu Qian led the two police officers to drive to the funeral home, and he was going to meet Ma Wen's mother in a while, but now the only clue he could touch on was Li Yaozhan, and for his role in this case, Yu Qian's intuition cultivated by years of criminal investigation experience told him that it was probably not that big. He really didn't know how to tell the other party when he saw Mutona for a while, if he bluntly said that your daughter's death was strange, I am afraid it was murder, and the family of the deceased would make a fuss Liu Zhengming had to kill himself. But if the case is closed like this, if there are any clues hidden in those relics that they haven't discovered, it will be all over.

Yu Qian stretched out his hand and slowly pressed his eyebrows, constantly deducing in his heart. The two criminal policemen drove the car, pretending to be dead, and they didn't dare to talk to Yu Qian. Knowing that Yu Qian, the captain, had to come over to do the finishing work in person, he was obviously unwilling to close the case according to the accident, and after seeing his family for a while, he might make some trouble.

What happened as a result, Yu Qian is a well-known hob meat in the bureau, and it is commonplace, they don't want to suffer this unwarranted disaster, and they don't dare to persuade Yu Qian at the moment, and they are worried that Yu Qian will have convulsions and pull themselves to discuss the "case". The expressions of the two did not look like they were going to see the family of the deceased, but as if they were the family members of the deceased, and the three of them drove into the funeral home in a dull and embarrassing atmosphere.

Stopped the car, and the group of three strode into the contact room, Ma Wen's mother Mutona had already arrived first, and was sitting on the bench in the hall, and saw Yu Qian and the three of them walking in police uniforms and immediately got up and looked.

There are quite a few people in the hall, and there are always queues at the Chinese maternity hospital and crematorium. This place of the end of life is surprisingly consistent with the place where life is coming, and no matter how hard you try to delay death, the family will only want to stuff your body into the crematorium as soon as possible. The people in the hall were crying, numb, restless, or meaningless, and where there were people, a complicated ukiyo-e scroll was staged. The difference is that everything here is covered with sadness, and even the most discordant relatives have to struggle to squeeze out the tears that represent grief and make sad expressions.

Wang Qing helped Mu Tona to walk in front of Yu Qian and asked

"Is it Officer Fish, please?"

Yu Qian squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged woman with a sad face in front of her, dressed in a decent black casual clothes, with thick long hair in the middle of the plate, and a straight posture, not so much that she could see that she was a Peugeot beauty when she was young, but that she also has a good charm now. Thinking back to Ma Wen's appearance, Yu Qian can easily find a similar charm from the woman's face, and it seems that Ma Wen has inherited her mother's beauty very well. It's not the kind of stunning beauty, but a more comfortable beauty, the more you look at it, the more durable it becomes, and there is a unique charm in standing in the crowd. And with the passage of time, this beauty has become more and more mellow, revealing an intellectual and dignified temperament.

Compared with Mutona, the man standing next to her is much more ordinary, with the stocky figure of a Shandong man and a simple and honest face.

Yu Qian was secretly glad that neither of them looked like arrogant people who were messing around, so he was a little more sure in his heart, put down his thoughts for the time being, and solemnly stretched out his hand to Mutona

"Hello, I'm Yu Qian."