April 9. Monday. Afternoon, 17:39.

"I—I believe." Yoko Tamada's face changed slightly, she turned around and picked up her seven-year-old son, put him on the bed and covered the quilt, and spoke a series of Japanese. Shota obediently closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry." Faced with children asking such questions, Ye Xiao was also a little apologetic.

"Why," the young mother lowered her voice, "to ask this?" ”

"This is the question that one of your six survivors asked me, and she thinks that you have encountered countless terrible ghosts during the seven days and seven nights you have been trapped underground." Ye Xiao also suppressed his voice very low, and sat lightly on the chair, sitting opposite Yoko.

"I don't know," she said Chinese...... always pause, or because as a Japanese, she said that she had to constantly change her thinking language, "When I thought that the end of the world was a few days, I didn't care about other people, I just wanted to protect my son and not let him get hurt in any way." ”

"So, you didn't notice what happened to the others?"

She was silent for a long time, but she bowed her head and did not answer.

"Well, I'm sure you have some secrets you don't want to tell." Considering that there were still children in the ward, Ye Xiao tried his best to soften his tone, "So, do you know the whereabouts of the professor?" ”

"Professor? He disappeared later, probably on the sixth or seventh day underground, and I never saw him again. ”

Staring into her eyes, Ye Xiao believed that she was not lying. He looked at Shota on the bed, and the seven-year-old boy seemed to be asleep.

"There's a question, maybe not very polite, but I have to ask. Zhengtai, why is his complexion so white? ”

"He's Japanese, both parents are mixed, and there's no mixed race." I'm afraid that I have encountered this kind of misunderstanding before, Yoko Tamada made a special explanation, "I know your doubts, he is just sick. ”

"What disease?"

"I can't say. The illness is private, and even the police have no right to intervene. ”

"Okay, you don't have to say it, but I can go and ask the doctor."

"I didn't tell the doctor either."

Ye Xiao rarely encountered such a situation, and glanced at Zhengtai who was asleep again, his pale complexion was like a dead man sleeping for a long time. "I'm sorry, you're being irresponsible to your child."

"No one knows him better than I do and cares about him, how can you people possibly understand? Only I can give Zhengtai safety. ”

"But, whether you say it or not, everyone will have this opinion - Shota is not an ordinary child."

"Yes, he's special, he has some abilities that other kids, or ordinary people, don't have."

"What is it?"

"Prophecy."

These three short words immediately aroused Ye Xiao's interest, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Can he predict the future?" ”

"Ever since Shota was three years old, I discovered this ability in him. One night, as we were walking outside, he suddenly stopped and said, 'Mom, let's wait a while before crossing the street,' but the intersection was clearly green and everyone was moving forward, and Masita understood the traffic light. I was very confused, but Shota desperately hugged my thigh and didn't let me cross the street. At this moment, a large truck drove over the red light on the opposite side, and it was later found out that it was a drunk driver, and it hit several people who were crossing the green light at once. At that moment, I was stunned and immediately hugged Shota, who saved our lives. ”

"Can he foresee the catastrophe that is coming?"

"A few years ago, in China, at 2 p.m. on May 12, Zhengtai was crying uncharacteristically, and ten minutes later I felt the ground shaking, and then I heard that there was a big earthquake in the distant province of Sichuan. Before the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, we were in a hospital more than 10 kilometers from the coastline, Shota suddenly let out a terrible scream, almost bursting my eardrums, he took my hand and ran up the stairs, I didn't realize that the disaster was coming, and ran to the top floor of the hospital with him. I saw huge black waves crashing in, flooding large swaths of land in an instant, turning a radius of kilometers into the sea, and the rooftops where we were hiding became islands. And I watched my husband get swallowed by the sea because he didn't climb to the roof in time...... It is still on the missing list. ”

"Really, really, it's special." Ye Xiao looked at the boy with the superpower of "prophecy", but he had more questions, "On the night of April 1, did Zhengtai foresee the disaster of the Future Dream Building?" ”

"I'm sorry, my son is not a prophet, and his premonition of future disasters can only be ten minutes in advance at most. And as a child, it's normal to cry a little. Sometimes I can't tell which ones are true prophecies and which ones are just messing around. That night, when we came to the second basement floor of Calfo Supermarket, Shota did start running around, I didn't expect such a big disaster, I thought it was just something going to happen somewhere. Because I took him to settle in this city, I thought that compared to Japan, there would never be a major earthquake here. ”

"Understandable. So, did Shota prophesy the end of the world? ”

"No, he's just a seven-year-old kid, and it's impossible and unnecessary to predict such a big proposition."

"If everything you say is true, then when he is seventeen years old, twenty-seven at most, I believe he will become a great prophet."

Yoko Tamada shook her head: "If that's the case, I'd rather not give birth to him - what else would life mean to him?" He will not control his own destiny because of prophecy, but will become a tool to be used by others because of this special ability, which will be his greatest tragedy. If prayer helps, I will pray to God that Shota's superpowers will disappear so that he can no longer predict anything. ”

"You're an amazing mom."

"I think every mom would do that."

"Don't you have anything else to say?" Ye Xiao didn't want to talk about Zhengtai anymore, he looked at Yoko's face from the side, and the yellow light smeared on the tip of her nose, like a textured oil painting, "For example, how did those people die?" ”

"Officer Ye, I said it - I don't care about that, and I don't know. I knew that many people had died during the seven days and seven nights underground, but I was so intent on protecting my son that I didn't bother to ask anyone else, so I didn't know anything. ”

"You're lying." Time was running out, and Ye Xiao had to question it bluntly.

"Well, since you doubt me, then I have the right to remain silent until my lawyer arrives." After speaking, she nodded to Ye Xiao and actually wanted to drive him out.

Ye Xiao was taken aback, he had interrogated so many people, but few people mentioned lawyers, because there is no such thing as "you have the right to be silent" in China. However, Yoko Tamada is not Chinese in the end, and if it causes a complaint, it will be a diplomatic incident, and maybe even the director of the bureau will not be able to cover it. He regretted saying more, probably because the other party spoke Chinese so well that he almost forgot that she was Japanese.

"Well, last question, your father is the famous mystery novelist - Matsukawa Furutsuki?"

"Yes."

"Nice to meet you, Yoko Tamada, goodbye."

Ye Xiao got up and walked to the door of the ward, and she kept her etiquette and sent it to the door.

When she bowed and looked up, he whispered in her ear, "I like Mr. Matsukawa's works very much, especially the posthumous work "Hell Becomes a Murder Incident". ”