Everyone has a childhood, but I'd like to skip that part if possible. The cause was the teacher's words: "Wang Daming, your father has been dissolved!" At that time, it was a mathematics class in the third grade of elementary school, and the monthly exam was about to come. This time the exam questions happened to be given by our class teacher. While explaining the exercises in the reference book, she secretly hinted what she would give in the monthly exam. Concentrate on listening to the class and highlight the key points, and I am no exception. In the middle of the class, the academic director suddenly rushed into our classroom from the corridor, walked up to the podium regardless of the fact that we were in class, and asked loudly, "Who is Wang Daming!"

Everyone looked at me, and I had to stand up inexplicably. The dean of academic affairs covered in sweat looked at me, and then said a few words quickly in the ear of the math teacher. "Wang Daming!" The teacher widened his eyes. "Yes!" I raised my hand. "...Your father has been dissolved!" The teacher stared at me blankly and raised the decibel. I was stunned. The whole class was also stunned. The next moment, the whole class burst into laughter! If another person stood up and was told by the teacher that his father had been dissolved, I would definitely burst out laughing.

The only problem is, the one standing up at the moment is me. My dad was dissolved?Is it true or false? Sounds so idiotic!How could it be dissolved? Are you kidding me?Will anyone in this world really be dissolved? Is there such a possibility? I stood there stupidly, overwhelmed by the situation where everyone was holding their bellies and laughing. The teacher picked up the cane and slammed the blackboard hard, angrily said: "Wang Daming's father has been dissolved, what's so funny!" This blow made the blackboard crackle, and everyone who was already laughing so much laughed that they fell... It was a real fall, and several people laughed until they collapsed on the ground.

The hilarious atmosphere is easily contagious, as long as one can't stop, everyone can't stop, even the most gentle girls with good homework laugh until their entire faces turn purple from lack of oxygen. The squad leader sitting in front of me turned his head and looked at me laughing wildly until he spat out his breakfast. What's even more frightening is that I found that even the teacher couldn't help turning his head away.I think she's trying really hard not to laugh? "..." I clenched my fists, trying not to let myself laugh too. But I still lost in the end.

We laughed for half the class until I was dragged out of the classroom by the dean who laughed so hard that my limbs were stiff. After leaving that super abnormal scene of laughter, my tears spewed out. My dad is dissolved, it's true. The police didn't take me to the hospital to see my dad, because my dad's state really didn't need to be unnecessary. I went to the so-called "scene of the crime" to see my dad. It was the back door of a bad Japanese restaurant, and there was a narrow dark alley. It was very smelly there, as if a homeless man was urinating directly in front of you.

"Sir, sir! I'm sorry you can't pee here." The cop frowned, trying to persuade a white bum who was pissing in front of me. In a daze, I walked around the homeless man and his urine, and followed the forensic doctor's stinky face to see a rotten water bucket. The rotten water bucket was half full of green liquid, and my dad was lying in it for a while, but the shoes, clothes, pants, socks, underwear and other clothes floating on the green liquid were indeed my father’s things . There was a black leather bag that even contained all my dad's papers floating on top of the weird liquid.

"By the way, who reported it?" "I don't know. The police station forgot to record it." "...Forgot to record? How can such a thing happen? Isn't it all recorded by the system itself?" "It's said that it just happened to be the time to change the tape. It's unlucky, and it's useless to pursue it." "Except for the clothes, everything is completely dissolved, not even the bones, hair, and foreskin are left, but this liquid is neither a strong acid nor a strong base. What kind of ingredients can dissolve a person like this?"

"Be careful, this barrel is so powerful. The first forensic doctor who came here accidentally touched this thing, and two fingers just disappeared. I don't want to be like him." The policemen were chattering away, and the more I listened to it, the more strange it became. I raised my hand hoarsely: "Could it be that my father wasn't in there at all, but just his clothes and pants were thrown in?" Those adults looked at me and I looked at you, but no one gave me an answer. I kept thinking, they must be mistaken, just because my dad's clothes were thrown in the strange liquid, it doesn't mean my dad was dissolved.The difference is too much, how can anyone think so.

But my dad never came home for dinner, not the next day, not the day after. Neither Da Houtian nor Da Houtian. Since then, my father really hasn't come home, and he hasn't even called. Everyone began to believe that my dad had indeed encountered a super-troublesome thing and was dissolved with a strange liquid, leaving only the clothes and not even a drop of protein. The idea of ​​"insisting that my father is still alive" is very unnutritious, and I am not playing Da Ai, and soon I will stand on the side where my father is dissolved, otherwise I will wait until my father appears, and I will wait until I am schizophrenic.

During the funeral, every relative had weird expressions and whispered all the time.For my mother whose husband was dissolved, dealing with relatives who were crying and holding back their laughter was really terrible. My mother turned around and ran away from home after the family festival was held, leaving me alone to deal with the embarrassing situation scene. Since then, I have received money and letters from my mother every month. In each letter, she said she was sorry for me. I knew this, so I took the money my mother gave me very seriously. Spend it so that my mom, who is far away, doesn't know where to feel guilty.

It's just that the police have never analyzed what the bucket of liquid is. No matter which laboratory it is sent to, they say that there is no way to explain it. They don't even know whether there are residual human flesh and blood tissues in the liquid, protein reactions, etc. Know. Later, when the adults were not paying attention, I packed 500cc in PET bottles and went home, and I wanted to research it slowly by myself. Luckily I did, because the tub of my dad's liquid was later stolen by unknown persons - but I don't believe that nonsense, the police must have sold it to NASA for a high price. My father was dissolved, very unlucky, but I was even more unlucky to be alive, because I would hear a dick voice behind me saying: "Look at Wang Daming in Class 7, his father was dissolved. !" Not once have I gotten into a fight, or even been publicly angry, over those tinny voices. After all, honestly if I know someone whose dad, nay, even his whole family is dissolved, I'd laugh my shit out of it just thinking about it - I can empathize with them wanting to discuss my tragedy in a comic tone demand. The fifth grade of elementary school was re-divided into classes. When I introduced myself, the whole class burst into laughter as soon as I came on stage. "...Hmm." Standing on the podium, my only response was a smirk. When I was in middle school, when I introduced myself, the whole class burst out laughing as soon as I came on stage.Really pass it on. "Wang Daming, we must mourn and be patient." The teacher's voice trembled as he rolled the roll. It's so hard to be a teacher. It was the same in high school. I became the most influential person in the school the day I entered the freshman class. "Damn it! Is your father really dissolved!" The senior grabbed my shoulder and laughed. "Hahahahahahaha..." Another senior hooked my neck and laughed until tears: "Your dad...your dad...was...by that...hahahahahaha..." I don't know what I want to say. "Haha, haha." I could only laugh dryly, so as not to be beaten up. The mountain does not turn around. I deliberately scribbled during the college entrance examination. It was only after a year of re-examination that I barely avoided the topic. Four years passed in a flat manner. Do the math, a total of fourteen years. In my desk drawer, along with scraps of various news stories about my dad being dissolved, I have a jar of PET.For fourteen years I kept that 500cc of weird liquid. "Father, what happened to you back then?" I looked at the can of green liquid and talked to myself, imagining a camera close-up of my face. If I don't solve the mystery of the year, I'm afraid I will live in confusion for the rest of my life. Several times I thought about just pouring out that jar of green liquid and convincing myself to let it go: "If Dad becomes a ghost, he must also want me to stop thinking about it, find a job and start living seriously, and don't be fooled by his things." stumbled." But, after all, this green liquid contains my father's dissolved ingredients, which can barely be regarded as a corpse, so I can't just throw it away.But every time I open the drawer, this jar of green liquid will roll to the bottom. "No, I must figure it out!" Under the close-up of the imaginary camera, I clenched my fists hard, betting the reputation of Grandpa Kindaichi who did my ass, to get to the bottom of the investigation of the unsolved case fourteen years ago, and to give back to my life of being ridiculed all the time since I was a child Explanation. This is me. Since that day, I've been living without thinking, because I don't fucking know how to investigate this kind of thing. The feeling of being clueless is not painful, but it is very dazed. During the day, I need a regular job to make money. At night, I dress up and walk around the street, trying to find something, but I don’t know how to start. You mean the Internet? Nonsense, of course I also used the Internet to collect data, but all I found were some fairly famous corpse-dissolving crimes, and the people who were killed were not dissolved as thoroughly as my father, not to mention those strong acids and alkalis cannot On a par with the mysterious dissolving liquid in my drawer. I dare not ask in Qimo Zhijia or ptt, because I am afraid that if I ask, my elementary school, middle school, and high school classmates will immediately find out, and then there will be a burst of laughter on the Internet. According to the habit of journalists who love to copy online discussions, soon those brain-congested media will come to me and interview me about my thoughts on my father being dissolved fourteen years ago... When I think of the picture of the microphone hitting my chin, I really want to be melted too! But there are benefits to surfing the Internet all day long. A few days ago, I saw that the writer Nine Knives posted an invitation for an inspiration assistant on his blog: Everyone's left breast! Due to my large amount of writing, I gradually need an assistant to help me collect and organize specific materials. For example, when I wrote about killers with pistols, they need relevant knowledge about pistols. The more detailed the better, Another example is that I wrote about the legend of werewolves, but I don’t want to repeat the mistakes that others have written. At this time, of course, I have to know how other writers write werewolves. But I don't have time to really show him one by one, The assistant has to quickly read all of them for me, and then summarize the key points on a piece of A4 paper for me to understand at a glance. In addition to that, I am willing to pay for the assistant to travel to various places, In addition to your own happy part of the journey, I have to ask you to help me take a lot of interesting photos, collect special local folk customs, strange people and strange things. Of course, the most important thing is to collect the most unknown mysterious legends, the weirder the better! To put it simply, it is to help me collect all kinds of strange stories and let me find inspiration from them. Salary negotiable (nonsense). PS: It's not a recruiting girl!Don't think that if you are a hot girl, you will definitely be there!Don't think of me simply! As you can imagine, this is my big opportunity! If I apply for Nine Knives' inspiration assistant, I can spend his idiot's money to travel around, especially if he wants this assistant to get in touch with weird things, isn't that just right? My dad was dissolved in a strange liquid, who did it, how and why, the answers to the mysteries must be very abnormal. I forgot where I read a sentence, that sentence is good: "Following the old map, you can't discover the New World!" In the same way, if I only look for normal channels, I will never find the answer. If my job is to use money to find abnormal things, I can also use the trip to investigate the matter of my father being dissolved! With the feeling that I must apply, I left a message to Jiudao and made an appointment for the time and place of the interview.