1988 year

A small street, the street lamp emitted a dim light, much like a red eye, staring at two people under the lamp.

One of them was a thin young man, and the other was wearing a white shirt and glasses, and he was very polite.

"Tang Hao, that person is full of lies, don't believe him."

"I don't believe him, so tell me what to believe? You see, my legs are much better, the facts are in front of me, and he didn't lie. ”

"I don't know what's going on, but the stone plate is definitely not his, and the antidote is not real."

"I really can't care so much, give him the stone plate, let him kill that monster, I want an antidote, an antidote!" As the young man spoke, he suddenly sweated a lot from his side face, and his lips turned a little white.

"That person is really lying to you, he told me that the monster killed by the stone pan is..." Before the man in the shirt could finish speaking, he saw the young man suddenly bow his head, and for some reason tremble violently, but still speak to him in a begging tone.

"Doctor Shen, will you give me back the stone plate? Give it back to me, where is the stone plate? Where is it?? I, I really can't help it, it's so hard, I... Good... Difficult... Subjected..."

A chill rose from the bottom of the shirt man's heart, and he couldn't help but step back, because at this time, the young man slowly raised his head, and two fangs were faintly showing from his mouth.

"Tang Hao, Tang Hao? You... What's wrong? You..., no, don't come, don't come. Yes... ～！ ”

The street lamp seemed to suddenly break, and it dimmed in an instant, and the area became dark, and I saw the man in the white shirt on the ground motionless, and the young man ran to the end of the street like crazy.

Luo Baifan's house in Quanmin Community

Luo Baifan continued to look at the notebook, while Yuanyou stood aside and was also reading.

"In the spring of 1986, I returned to my motherland, to my hometown, and no matter how far away I was, I would eventually return to my roots.

The motherland has changed a lot compared with its predecessors, but it is still relatively backward in the international arena, and this is a period of striving for development and getting rid of backwardness, and the motherland's development has a bright future.

Although the conditions are not as good as abroad, the unit has given me the best treatment, at least my daughter and I are safe, and I am very content.

I thought that the days were dull and stable, but I never thought that one day I would come back and forth.

June 1988

On my way home, a person stopped me, I looked at him very familiarly, he said that he was Tang Hao, the person who sold me the stone plate.

I was really surprised by the appearance of this person, and at the same time, I was excited and confused. I'm excited that maybe this encounter will let me know what that stone plate is. And the puzzle is that if he is Tang Hao, this is really a miracle, after fourteen years, his appearance has not changed at all, he is still so young, but there seems to be something wrong with his legs.

He was very direct and wanted to talk to me about the stone pan, and I agreed, this was the only chance to know the secret of the stone pan.

We made an appointment to meet at a place, and when he came, he asked me if I could sell him the stone plate again, and for as much as I wanted.

That's something I didn't expect, why would he do it? What is the reason for this?

I asked him these questions and told him that I wanted to know where the stone pan came from.

He didn't look good, and he told me that he had stolen the plate, so he didn't know where it came from, but he could take me to meet someone who was the real owner of the plate.

This made me even more confused, the thief came back to find the owner, and it was definitely not because of conscience! So I went to meet the man.

Here he came, with a mustache and an extraordinary bearing. But I couldn't take a good impression of him, and there was a little bit of arrogance in his tone, maybe because the stone plate was his own.

When he saw me, he asked me to make a price, no matter how much. And I'm not here for the money at all, I just want to know the truth.

The mustachioed man didn't want to say anything more to me, but since the stone plate was still in my hands, he couldn't do much with me.

Later he asked me what I wanted, and I told him where I wanted the stone plate.

He said that it was something handed down by their ancestors, and it was very ordinary to others, but it was very important to him, and he would be ashamed of his ancestors if he lost it, so I still returned the stone plate to him, and the stone plate was just an ordinary stone.

He won't tell me the truth, how can the stone plate be ordinary.

I told him about the test results in Germany, and I also said that there was a pattern on the back, and he looked a little surprised, which made me a little surprised, I felt that he was not the real owner of this stone plate.

He seemed to see my suspicions, and said to me that no one knew the origin of the stone plate, but he knew what it was used for. I don't want to listen to him make it up anymore, he doesn't have any sincerity.

In Germany, my experience showed me the greed of human nature, and I seemed to see those traces in his eyes. Maybe he's making up stories again, and he just wants to get the stone plate.

I can't afford to repeat the mistakes of the past, I need to be cautious.

After that, I went to find Tang Hao, because the key place should be on him.

Tang Hao hesitated, and he asked me if he could return the stone plate to that person if he told the secret.

I told him that this man may not be the true owner of the stone plate, and he may not be able to tell you the real answer, and he may have ulterior motives.

Tang Hao doesn't seem to think so, there should be something between them that I don't know.

But if he hadn't made it clear, I wouldn't have revealed the slightest bit of the stone pan.

So he said slowly, this is a bizarre story.

It was a day in 1972, a three-storey building in the city was prominent, surrounded by vegetable patches, and opposite a large bungalow shantytown, which seemed to have existed in the 50s, and the red walls represented definitely not capitalism, when the radical wave had not yet faded, and the people in this house did not seem to have been affected or affected.

He thought there would be something valuable in the building, so he sneaked here in the middle of the night.

The people in the building had just gone downstairs, and went out in a hurry, and he sneaked into the second floor, and the room was not as rich as he imagined, so simple that there was almost nothing, and then he saw a stone plate on the desk, thinking that it was an antique, so he put it in his pocket, and there was a small wax seal next to it, and he also put it in.

Little did he know at the time that these two things would change his life.

At the end of the year, he followed his uncle and smuggled him to Hong Kong, and as soon as he arrived in a strange place, he was struggling to make ends meet, so he found someone to sell the stone plate and the wax-sealed little thing.

He wanted to see what was wrapped in wax, so he peeled off the wax skin on the outside, and found that it seemed to be a small stone, and he didn't know if it was worth it, and then took a photo, gave information to the middleman, and found a buyer.

However, no one has been interested in these.

After some time, he found someone to help him identify these two things, and the results were unexpected, the stone plate was an ordinary stone, and the other was a meteorite iron, but it was not valuable.

Hope was disappointed, stealing for a long time was not worth anything, and spent some appraisal fees, and fell on the stone plate on the spot in a fit of anger, but the thing was very hard and unharmed.

So, he casually threw the stone plate into a corner of the house, and the little meteorite also casually threw it into the glove box.

After coming to Hong Kong, his life was more bitter than that in his hometown in the mainland, and although he regretted it, there was nothing he could do. His uncle went to work as a construction worker during the day, and he was too thin to do manual work.

In order to survive, he started his old job again, stealing everywhere.

Once, stealing a person's wallet in Jiulongpo, he was caught and almost killed, and his wrist was also cut, and he shed a lot of blood.

The place where they lived was very broken, he went back to disinfect the wound by himself, so he rummaged through the boxes, trying to find something that could be bandaged from them, but he didn't think about it, in the process of rummaging, he suddenly felt a cold wrist, and the moment he saw it, it was the little meteorite that he threw casually, I don't know why, sucked into the wound, and disappeared, as if it instantly drilled into his body.

He was so frightened that he didn't stand still and fell to the ground, and after a while, he thought there was something wrong with his body, but nothing was out of the ordinary.

He cautiously got up and went to the bathroom to wash the wound, but the blood was washed away, and he was also surprised, there was still a wound on the wrist, the skin and flesh were all good, and there was no trace of injury at all.

He felt that this must be related to the meteorite that had just melted into his body, and he wanted to prove it further, so he mustered up the courage to take the knife and cut his finger.

The blood was real blood, and the pain really hurt, and when the blood was washed out, he saw with his own eyes that the cut wound healed on its own.

When I heard this, I thought it was a bizarre thing. Is there really such a miracle in this world? What is that so-called little meteorite? And I've only seen it once from the photo, does it have anything to do with the stone plate?

But that's just the beginning. ”

Luo Baifan continued to look at the notebook, Yuanyou frowned tightly, and his expression was solemn.

Tang Hao then continued.

When he knew that he had made this change in his body, he became excited instead of being frightened, and cut his hand a few more times, and he was sure that he was really different.

He got carried away, picked up a piece of bread from the table from a few days ago, and ate it, about two hours later.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning struck his abdomen, and then exploded in his brain, and the pain was indescribable, and every breath was going on, and the pain was so painful that he fainted.

When he woke up, his stomach was churning again, and the vomit was all sticky green stuff, and he didn't think anything else at the time, he suspected that it was the food poisoning caused by the loaf of bread a few days ago.

He didn't have the money to go to the doctor, and he couldn't die if he thought about it, so he gritted his teeth and passed it up.

I lay down all day, and the situation did improve, my stomach didn't hurt so much, and my vomiting was reduced.

Then he made the fatal mistake of pouring himself another glass of water, and just a small sip became a nightmare that he will never forget.

Later he understood that he was really no longer an ordinary person, because he could not eat anything or drink a sip of water.

If a person does not have these two basic things to sustain life, how can he live, but unexpectedly, he is alive and well.

He slowly felt that all this should be caused by that small piece of meteorite, so the stone plate would be very special, so he found the stone plate in the corner of his residence.

When he used his hand to take the stone plate, there was a sharp pain in his hand, and he was badly burned, which was something he had not done before, and he couldn't figure it out.

Later, as soon as he got closer to the stone plate, he felt uncomfortable and nervous, so he decided to throw it away, but before he could do it, I contacted him.

At that time, as fate would have it, I was in Hong Kong at the time, and I was very interested in the things in the photo, and I bought the stone plate at a high price.

In this way, after the transaction was completed, we went our separate ways, and we met again after fourteen years.