Before I could speak, Yuan Xiaowen said again, "This is not the most important thing, more importantly, I found that my mother has also begun to have phantom limbs recently, and the development speed is faster." But my father didn't react. People have taken biology classes, so I wonder if the DNA of my mother's system originally carried the genes of the third hand, but it is just recessive, and it will be triggered due to the stimulation of some factor. If that's the case, I'm going to have to get a scientific team to work out the stimuli and DNA fragments. At that time, this beauty will make a fortune, and she will write a thick stroke in the history of the new mankind. ”

Yuan Xiaowen's eyes were full of little stars, and she was obviously caught in infinite fantasies. It's poisoned, it's really sci-fi to the point of poisoning. I feel like my head is getting bigger, it's good for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl to have fantasies, but there's no need to extend the plot of X-Men to reality, any new human, old human, someone as rich as my imagination sounds funny.

At that moment, a hurried doorbell rang!

I jerked my head up, squinting my eyes, but I knew exactly who was coming.

Has anyone ever had such an experience? In the silence, you put your quartz watch next to your ear and listen. The "click" of the second hand reminds you of the passage of time. However, there are times when you suddenly don't hear the "click" sound, as if everything around you has disappeared. After a short while, he was able to hear again, just as a deaf ear regained its hearing.

Why is that? It is said that it is not that the watch has stopped or that there is a problem with your hearing, but that when you can't hear the second hand moving, there is a fourth dimension of space and time that you can't see, hear, or touch.

In the eyes of supernatural scholars, the so-called time dimension is the supernatural world. And the so-called supernatural world, non-scientific can be called the ghost world.

Of course, some metaphysical scholars also believe that the extra hand is actually a ghost hand. Or maybe that hand comes from one's past life, a kind of misalignment between oneself in one's past life and oneself in this life.

Regardless of its metaphysics or supernatural theory, I was indeed frightened by Yuan Xiaowen's phantom limbs.

The doorbell was urgent, ringing again and again. Yuan Xiaowen was wearing pajamas, muttering that I was not allowed to rummage around her room, let alone look at things that were not suitable for viewing, and of course, I had to ignore things that should definitely be ignored when necessary. Then he walked out of his bedroom door and opened the main door in the living room.

The doorbell suddenly stopped, and the voices of several men outside the door rang, as if asking for something. After Yuan Xiaowen answered one by one, the man's voice whispered something.

After that, there was a dead silence.

I quietly propped myself up from the bed, straightened my crumpled casual clothes, and walked out.

Yuan Xiaowen was stunned in place, expressionless. And as expected, there were several policemen standing opposite her. Although I knew very well what the police were coming for, I pretended to be ignorant, walked up to her and whispered, "What's wrong?" ”

The girl's gaze was glazed over, and she slowly turned her gaze from the unfocused front to mine. Finally grief swept over her like a, drowning all her nerves. She threw herself into my arms, tears falling like showers, and my whole body trembled.

"Mom is dead! They say mom is dead! "Yuan Xiaowen cried in my arms, venting her heart-rending sorrow. I hugged her softly, and suddenly I felt cruel. Knowing the news of her mother's death, not only did she hide it, but she also approached her with a destination. Isn't this too inhumane and too bastard?

"Calm down, let's figure things out first, how did my aunt die?" I patted her on the back with my hand, full of guilt, but my mind was so rational that I was leading my actions to a more assertive place, step by step, clearly and unambiguously.

"I don't know, I don't know!" Yuan Xiaowen sobbed, "As soon as they came to ask my mother if she had a history of mental illness in the past, how was her mental condition recently. I don't know! Mom is Mom, my Mom, everyone is healthy, how can she be mentally ill......"

The girl was babbling gibberish and crying bitterly, and some small items in the door were thrown around the room by her phantom limbs, and there was a clear tendency to get out of control. Good guy, how long is her third hand, and the sofa cushions that are more than two meters apart are thrown out. Fortunately, because the door was small, the attention of the two policemen in front of us was completely focused on the two of us, and neither of them could see the situation in the house.

I smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, but you see this is the way it is. Excuse me, how did Xiaowen's mother die? ”

There was a hint of embarrassment on the faces of the two policemen, too, that kind of massacre in their own jurisdiction, no matter who they were, they would have a headache. At least, in front of the public, it is cumbersome to explain or not to explain. I'm afraid that the only way to keep it secret is to avoid causing panic among the public.

Sure enough, the police didn't explain much to us, and were vague when it came to specific things. Finally, I stretched out my hands and asked, "Xiaowen's mental state is very bad now, and I guess I can't answer any of your questions." Look, do you want to ask again later and make a record? ”

After discussing it, the two policemen felt that it made sense, so they politely said hello to me and left. It is estimated that the aftermath of that incident also needs manpower, and they don't have time to spend here.

Yuan Xiaowen kept crying, and I breathed a sigh of relief and slammed the door shut. Only then did he help her to sit on the sofa, and pulled up the curtains to block the outside light.

Something was constantly flying around the room, and everything that could be lifted by a human hand was thrown to the floor. The floor of the living room was a mess, as if it had been blown by a typhoon.

I sat quietly beside her, waited for her to cry, didn't say anything, just looked at her, and handed her tissues one by one. I don't know if it was half an hour or an hour, but finally, she calmed down.

"Do you want me to accompany you to the police station?" I asked.

Yuan Xiaowen shook her head, "Listen to the tone of the police, my mother's death is not pure!" ”

"And what do you want?" I asked again.

"I don't know." She seemed to be crying again.

"Stop, stop." I immediately patted her on the back with my hand, "It's not a way to cry like this, it's a waste of time, and you have to find something meaningful to waste." ”

Yuan Xiaowen bit her lip and was so obedient that she didn't cry anymore. It's just that his face is getting more and more pale, obviously in pain.

"Speaking of which, what exactly do you want to tell me before the police come?" I asked quietly.

She didn't answer, just stood up suddenly, sniffled, took my hand and walked towards the gate, "Accompany me somewhere." ”

"Where to go?" I asked hurriedly.

"A place where time and pain can be wasted effectively."

After saying that, he pulled me out of the community like a headless fly.

At the same time, everything was as ordinary as an ordinary day, but no one knew that under the ordinary, there was a surging undercurrent.

Perhaps this is the way things are developing, when an inflection point appears, it is not advancing at a uniform speed, but changing rapidly with a certain acceleration. By the time people realized it, they were already unrecognizable, and there was no going back.

Yesterday I didn't sleep well, which caused Yiwei, who was still dizzy and dizzy, into the classroom.

"Hey, Yiwei!" Just as she wanted to sit down, a girl suddenly hurried over and mysteriously approached Yiwei's side.

Yiwei was taken aback, and said with some annoyance, "Beibei, you want to scare me to death!" ”

This is Beibei, one of her two big friends, with a good family background, a rich and luxurious girl, but her grades are still poor, and she is super nervous.

"Yiwei, Yiwei." Today's Beibei was a little excited, and her whole body exuded the smell of gossip, "Have you got Zhihong's button?" ”

"Buttons? Why should I take Zhihong's buttons? Yiwei didn't understand what her sister was talking about.

"Of course, it's the second button of Zhihong's school uniform!" Beibei raised her head, "I said you, you've been secretly in love with him for so many years, why don't you have any actual performance at all." ”

"I, I ......"

Yiwei was suddenly stunned by this sentence. Although she really has a crush on Zhihong, if she really has to take action, a certain string in her heart will be plucked. Perhaps, she is still afraid of rejection.

"You, it's useless. Otherwise, I'll help you snatch that Zhihong's button. Hmph, my family and his family are families, and I can still take this little thing. Beibei was impassioned, looking like she was going to the soup for her sisters. The gossip atmosphere of the body is stronger, and he is really a person who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Nope! No more! Yiwei hurriedly waved her hand, this unrequited love let Beibei get involved, even if there is hope, it will end up in nothing.

The Beibei family monopolizes the city's home appliance stores, while the Zhihong family manufactures home appliances, and it is said that the two have been working together for decades. It is completely too much to say that it is a family. It is said that the two families originally intended to let Beibei and Zhihong marry, but unfortunately these two people really didn't like each other, so they had to give up.

"And how do you want me to help you?" Beibei asked.

"Don't, eldest miss, as long as you don't say anything and don't ask, it's the biggest help." Yiwei is one head and two big, her loss of friends is not an ordinary loss, she has a legendary talent that can turn good things into bad things, and happy things into funerals.

Beibei was a little sad, "How can this be, we are friends!" ”

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