I must be crazy.

Even in the most arrogant dreams, Wu Qingchen never imagined that one day he would wear a crumpled shirt, and equally crumpled pants, a layer of body armor and a life jacket, and two pieces of bulletproof glass erected in front of him, attending the United Nations emergency conference in a dignified manner.

I must be crazy.

Wu Qingchen lowered his head and pressed his secretly aching head hard, wanting to get himself out of this dream as soon as possible.

This kind of absurd dream is as absurd, if not even more absurd, than the dream I had five hours ago in an old house thousands of kilometers away.

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I don't know if it is rumored or not, but it is said that when the manager of the home improvement market sells wooden doors to customers, in addition to boasting about its beauty, environmental protection, and health, the most important reason for recommending it is the soft and pleasant sound when it knocks on the door.

However, whether it is an iron door, a wooden door, or a plastic door that the market refuses to provide, when it has been knocked for a full five minutes, but has not received any response, there is a kind of environmental damage factor called "temper" of the door, which will make the knock sound from the first pleasant "tuk tuk tuk ......" to a less pleasant "bang bang bang......

Then, it became the current kind of "Bang! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ”

The results are remarkable.

Half a minute later, the door slowly opened, revealing a young man who was still yawning.

No one would be happy to be woken up in the middle of their sleep, and the young man who had just opened the door was yawning, but his face was still very accurate in expressing irritation and impatience.

However, in less than a second, as soon as he saw the visitor from outside the door, the yawn, irritability, and impatience on the young man's face disappeared immediately, and his sleepy eyes instantly opened.

This is normal, not everyone can see two policemen with serious faces at the door when they just wake up from a nap, and two soldiers with even more serious faces.

"Wu Qingchen?"

There was no complaint of "why did it take so long to open the door", and there was no polite "sorry to disturb", the door opened, and while glancing at the young man, the policeman standing at the front seemed to move forward at will, and his right foot was naturally stuck between the door frame and the door.

"Yes...... It's my ......" The young man involuntarily stepped back, his left hand hanging down in confusion as he pulled the door open, pulling at his crumpled pants.

"Moved here on May 3rd, 2011?"

"Yes...... identified as Wu Qingchen, a young man who moved here on May 3, 2011, swallowed his saliva.

"Graduated from Chengxi Primary School in Jiangxian County? In the fourth grade of elementary school, he fought with his classmates in the classroom due to a verbal quarrel, and the root of his left eyebrow was injured? A 7mm scar? ”

"What...... Be...... Yes......"

A small fight more than ten years ago, and now it's only to investigate? Or is it a dark wound that has been going on for more than ten years, and now it's finally attacked? This question made Wu Qingchen very stunned, and before he knew it, his hands left his crumpled pants and began to unconsciously and of course, in vain to sort out the same crumpled shirt.

As if he didn't see Wu Qingchen's panic and nervousness at all, the policeman opposite stared at the root of Wu Qingchen's left eyebrow for a long time, and then lowered his head and asked a series of questions in a row against the several pages of documents in his hand that had obviously been crumpled and disfigured.

Some of these questions are very simple, nothing more than Wu Qingchen's past or current situation, graduation, work, resignation, etc., these questions are easy to answer, and the content left for Wu Qingchen to fill in the blanks is only the poor "yes", "yes", and "seems to be yes".

Some of the problems are a lot more troublesome, and many of them are all kinds of small traces left by Wu Qingchen due to various reasons such as fighting, outdoor work, housework, and even natural physical occurrence.

For example, is there a 5 mm semi-arc scar on the first knuckle of the ring finger of the left hand? Are there two black dots on the back of the right forearm at 13 cm, with a radius of 0.3 mm and 0.2 mm, respectively? ……

Of course, Wu Qingchen couldn't remember such a question too clearly.

It is impossible for any normal person to remember it completely.

Fortunately, for this kind of question, the middle-aged policeman and another soldier who came over at some point didn't care much about Wu Qingchen's answer, they just compared Wu Qingchen's body very carefully according to the description of a few pages of documents in their hands.

What's going on? Do the police need to check the identity so carefully when arresting people? No, arrest someone? Why did you arrest me? No, no, why should you arrest me?

Suddenly realizing this, Wu Qingchen was a little annoyed, and what was even more irritating was that the middle-aged policeman in front of him was still at the mercy of him like a monkey, asking him to lift his trouser leg again and again, and asking him to tilt his head again and again.

Finally, when the middle-aged policeman didn't know whether it was the seventh or eighth time to ask Wu Qingchen to "raise his left hand a little higher, a little higher", Wu Qingchen completely broke out!

This young man, who has not yet figured out what is going on since the door opened......

This young man, who has never had the opportunity to take the initiative to say a word since he opened the door......

This young man, who has been disregarded for his dignity, the right to know, and the ownership of his house since he opened the door, suddenly turned his left hand when he heard the chirping, hateful-looking, and bad tone of the middle-aged policeman "raise his left hand a little higher, a little higher" for the seventh or eighth time----

Only raised a little...... Not a little higher......

In this way, the police and soldiers got the cooperation they wanted, and Wu Qingchen also expressed his dissatisfaction and annoyance.

And in such a subtle way, without wasting any time, the police and another soldier checked quite carefully, but the progress was still quite fast.

In three or five minutes at most, Wu Qingchen's hands, forearms, and calves, which are not embarrassing parts, have been carefully visited by the two of them several times, and the documents in the hands of the middle-aged policeman have also turned to the last page, and finally for the first time put forward a request that requires Wu Qingchen to be more cooperative: "Mr. Wu, please pull your shirt, and the last one." ”

Wu Qingchen, who continued to want to be annoyed, continued to be subtle and continued to obey this request.

When he pulled up his shirt, Wu Qingchen's movements were relatively light.

It's purely instinctive on the part of the body.

It was about noon that the sleeping posture was not proud enough, and he grabbed the zipper of the quilt or the button of his shirt, Wu Qingchen felt a slight pain in his abdomen, and naturally avoided the slightly painful position when pulling his clothes.

Because of the low head, and at the same time the feeling is indeed not keen, Wu Qingchen, who was concentrating on pulling clothes, did not notice that the two policemen and two soldiers, who had been extremely serious since the door opened, and had hardly any change in expression, showed shocked eyes almost at the same time when Wu Qingchen pulled up his shirt.

Following the gazes of the four people, Wu Qingchen, who had just raised his head, lowered his head again:

There were no black spots, no scars, no swellings, no similar marks from previous examinations, only a small circular depression with a radius of about 5 mm and a depth of 10 mm----

The scientific name is navel eye.

Except for the fact that the skin is a little darker than when he was eighteen years old, this is purely the abdomen of a very ordinary young man.

But......

Odd? Wu Qingchen looked at his stomach carefully, strange, how could there be a red mark? It seems to be a little painful here!

So, Wu Qingchen raised his right hand and pressed it gently.

Then there was a uniform inhalation.

"What to do!" "Put it down!" "Stop!" "Get out of the way!"

Wu Qingchen did better: he raised his hands.

From this standard surrender posture, we can see how severe these four sentences are.

There was no laughter, as if Wu Qingchen's raised hands could also shoot deadly bullets, or that there was an invisible deadly killer hidden in the bright corridor, the four of them stared at Wu Qingchen for a while, looked around with searching eyes for a while, and looked at each other up and down for a while, and after a long while, they finally breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was nothing abnormal.

"From now on, don't move ......" Compared with dozens of seconds ago, the middle-aged policeman's face was a little pale, and obvious sweat could be seen on his forehead, probably because he felt that this request was too broad, and paused, and the middle-aged policeman added: "It's about the same as usual, and the range of movement should be as small as possible." ”

"Yes...... It's ......"

Do I look so dangerous? Is it because I don't have a shirt in my pocket to hide a gun, or can I feel a knife in my belly button?

At the moment when he was shouted by the four of them at the same time, Wu Qingchen thought that he would be killed on the spot the next moment, and his head was blank, and his legs were almost unable to stand firmly. At this time, although the middle-aged policeman's voice was already quite soft, Wu Qingchen still felt stiff, and even his tongue was a little knotted.

"Alright, put your hands down. What's wrong with your stomach? Under the weather? How does it feel? Another soldier standing next to Wu Qingchen found that Wu Qingchen's movement of putting down his hands was quite stiff, so he couldn't help but raise his right hand, as if he wanted to pat Wu Qingchen's shoulder to make him relax a little, but as if he remembered something, he took it back stiffly.

Wu Qingchen still didn't notice this change, but just replied honestly: "Well, a little bit, maybe it's a chop, it feels like ...... It's like ......"

"It's like being mixed with a branch and falling on a stone, but fortunately the stone is very round, but it just clicked, and it doesn't feel painful?"

"Huh...... "Doesn't make sense?" Wu Qingchen was extremely surprised.

This description is a bit too accurate.

Because, this is exactly the last scene of Wu Qingchen's noon dream.

At noon, Wu Qingchen had a very absurd strange dream.

In the dream, Wu Qingchen suddenly arrived in a countryside that often appears in ancient Western movies, with blue sky, white clouds, and endless undulating hills; Small green grass, babbling streams, and a gentle breeze rustling through a few tall trees.

The absurd thing is that in such a beautiful picture, Wu Qingchen did not ride a horse, and there was no blonde and blue-eyed ignorant girl by his side, but holding some kind of tool in his hand, standing in a small piece of plant that he had never seen before, and there were two strangers who he didn't know at all......

At the same time, he was sweating, his face was scarred, and his whole body was sore...... Seems to be doing some kind of farm work that I have never heard of before.

What's even more ridiculous is that in the world of dreams, companions talk to each other or talk to Wu Qingchen, Wu Qingchen can't understand a word, and he doesn't know what he should do when he stands in the bushes.

After messing around in a daze for a while, as a matter of course, Wu Qingchen walked out of the bushes, put down his tools, and found a piece of grass to lie down and rest.

Then I don't know how long it took, one of the strangers suddenly walked out of the plant, stood next to the grass and began to talk to Wu Qingchen, before he could say a few words, maybe Wu Qingchen didn't understand, and naturally didn't answer, the stranger suddenly inexplicably began to wave the tool in his hand vigorously, and seemed to start to lose his temper.

Wu Qingchen was a little scared, stood up and wanted to walk away quickly, but he accidentally mixed with the branch and fell on the stone, and the stone was very round, but it was just a snap, and it was not painful.

At this moment of dreaming, Wu Qingchen happened to be woken up by an inconsequential phone, and after hanging up the phone, he turned it to silent, planning to sleep again, but he kept feeling a little swollen in his head, and he was in a daze on the bed and didn't know how long he had been lying down, and finally was quarreled by the sound of the door "clang".

This is the strange dream that Wu Qingchen had at noon, and the last scene is exactly the same as the soldier's description.

Wu Qingchen's face couldn't hide the surprise, and finally in exchange for a cough from the second policeman who was always standing in the corridor and close to the wall, the policeman who already had some gray hair on his head said to another soldier who was also standing in the corridor all the time: "You don't need to ask again, right?" Over here...... Very inappropriate. ”

"No, in the city, you are indeed the experts, but ...... You also know that in such a situation, it's not that I'm not at ease alone, no matter how careful I am, it's not my fault. The second soldier shook his head, raised his right hand, which had been behind his back and held the phone, and quickly dialed: "Yes...... It has been determined...... Yes...... Yes...... Yes...... Be...... Be! ”

Putting down the phone, the soldier nodded to the policeman who already had some gray hair and showed an inquiring expression, "It's still within your scope for now, come on." ”

The white-haired policeman nodded, approached the door, and took out his police ID card from his arms, "Mr. Wu Qingchen, it is the duty and responsibility of every citizen to assist the public security investigation, and now there is a major case that requires your cooperation." Please pack your belongings and get in the car with us. ”

Hearing about the "major case", Wu Qingchen didn't want to "get in the car with us" at all.

Perhaps because he was too nervous, Wu Qingchen's lips trembled slightly, and accidentally, what he wanted to say "What did I do" really blurted out: "Did I commit something?" ”

No one was amused by this sentence, and another voice suddenly came from the direction of the stairs: "Yes, you have committed a crime, and it is quite big...... Suspected of kidnapping all of humanity...... What do you think? This crime is big enough, it's quite new, right? ”