April 9. Monday. Afternoon, 17:19.

Ye Xiao walked out of Ding Zi's hospital room and took a deep breath against the wall of the corridor. The narrative of the senior girl just now, indeed, in some moments, made his heart beat violently, as if he was back in the apocalyptic underground, facing a group of bloodthirsty, moving dummies, although it was not shown on his face at all.

Splitting headaches. In addition to digging out the secrets from the hearts of the survivors, he also needs to retrieve some memories that belong only to him, but he can't remember...... Can't remember......

When I opened my eyes again, I saw several men coming out of a hospital room, dressed in black suits, who looked like Japanese in appearance and temperament. Ye Xiao followed behind the people suspiciously, until he was stopped by the police at the staircase.

As soon as Ye Xiao was about to ask a question, the policeman on duty said first: "Officer Ye, those are diplomats from the Japanese Consulate, who came to visit the Japanese mother and son." They have made a request to the Chinese government to immediately lift the quarantine of Japanese citizens and transfer them to hospitals designated by the Japanese side. ”

"Isn't it that the quarantine results haven't come out yet?"

"Well, but when it comes to diplomacy, it's not for us to decide."

"Whatever the decision, you try to delay as much time as possible, and you must not let the Japanese leave easily!"

The last survivors who have not yet been interrogated are Yoko Tamada and her seven-year-old son, Shota. Although he was exhausted and really wanted to fall to the ground and sleep, Ye Xiao still fought hard and opened the information-

Yoko Tamada, 30 years old, was born in Kobe, Japan. His surname is Matsukawa, and his father Matsukawa Guyue is a famous Japanese mystery novelist. Seventeen years ago, Matsukawa Furutsuki and his wife were killed in the Kobe earthquake, and only his daughter Yoko survived. The following year, Matsukawa Furutsuki's posthumous work "Hell Becomes a Murder Incident" was published, which was a great success and caused great controversy, and even a few fans committed suicide after reading it.

Yoko studied Chinese at Kyoto University for two years and studied in China for two years. At the age of twenty-two, she married and became a housewife, and her husband Eiji Tamada, who was five years older than her, came from a Japanese family and served as the general manager of a large Japanese company in China. After marriage, she lived in the city with her husband and soon had a son, Shota Tamada. In March last year, Tamada and his wife returned to China to visit relatives, coinciding with the earthquake and tsunami in Japan, Yoko and Shota climbed onto the roof to escape, while Eiji Tamada was swallowed by the waves, and his life and death are still unknown. Soon, Yoko Tamada returned to China with her son to settle down, writing newspaper columns for a living, and of course the rich inheritance left by her husband.

Ye Xiao has also read the works of Matsukawa Kotsuki, which was popular in Japan twenty years ago, and many of them have been adapted into movies and Japanese dramas. Now, he changed into a protective suit and walked into the hospital room of Yutian's mother and son — maybe tonight, they will be picked up by the Japanese consulate in a race against time.

There were two beds in the room, and the seven-year-old had to be by his mother's side, and he was almost asleep when he suddenly looked up at the uninvited guest.

"Who?" Yoko Tamada shouted nervously, hurriedly straightened her hair, and buttoned her blouse - Ye Xiao thought to himself, Japanese women are not as open as they imagined.

"I'm sorry, I'm Officer Ye Xiao, can I ask you a few questions?"

"Oh, could you please wait for me for a few minutes?"

Ye Xiao didn't understand what it meant, although she was fluent in Chinese. Considering that the other party was a woman and not Chinese, he nodded in a friendly manner and exited the room first. He waited anxiously outside the door for ten minutes, and any footsteps in the corridor reminded him of the people at the Japanese consulate - don't come to pick her up!

When he pushed the door back and entered, Yoko Yutian had already made the bed, her hospital gown was neat, her hair was tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she bowed to Ye Xiao ninety degrees: "You saved us!" Thank you so much! ”

She poured Ye Xiao a cup of warm boiled water, and dragged out the sofa chair to ask him to sit down: "I'm sorry, there is no tea." When we are discharged from the hospital, we will definitely visit again. ”

It was the first time Ye Xiao encountered such a polite interrogation object, and he didn't know what to ask for a while. He also noticed something peculiar: it was only half past five in the afternoon, and it was still very bright outside, but the curtains were tightly drawn in this room. The other wards were just thin blue curtains, but here the curtains were dark black, extremely heavy, blocking all light, and if you didn't turn on the lights, you could barely reach your fingers.

He also noticed the face of the seven-year-old boy, very delicate, his eyes were large and bright, but his complexion was frighteningly white, and there was not a trace of blood—as was the case with many of the dead who had not yet decomposed in the pile of corpses he had seen in the four underground hells.

The boy didn't dare to look at Ye Xiao's eyes and hid behind his mother. Yoko Tamada scolds her son in Japanese and tells him to be polite in front of guests. She has fair skin, long eyeliner, a high nose bridge, a good figure, and the demeanor of a Japanese drama female star, but there are bruises on her cheeks, and there are several band-aids on her hands - presumably in the ruins of the cinema passage, she used her body to cover Zhengtai, but her son was unharmed, but she suffered a lot of external injuries.

Ye Xiao thought of a question: "Do you believe in the existence of ghosts?" ”