Chapter 11 Juzi Chapter Six

"How are you thinking about it?" Miss Shimojo asked during breakfast, "Do you want to think about it for another day?" I was reaching for the teacup, but I withdrew my hand after hearing her question.I lowered my head and thought for a while, then looked up at her, "No need." I said, "I'll go, I'll go today. Things won't change until tomorrow." "I also agree with you." She nodded, "Then get ready to go out after breakfast." "Ok." I said. Another new week, today is Monday. When I returned to the apartment yesterday, Ms. Shimojo was already home. As soon as she saw me, she said sharply, "I found Futaba Kobayashi's address." I didn't know how to respond.

Kobayashi Futaba.A woman with the same face as me. "I didn't find the phone number, so if you want to see her, you can only go to this address directly." Miss Xiajo put the note on the table, "If you want to, I'm free tomorrow." The note said "Shakujiimachi, Nerima-ku". I have no idea where this address is. "Please let me... think about it," I said. "Alright, tell me after you decide." Miss Xiajo folded up the note. Although I said so, in fact, I have no room for consideration at all. Now I have no clues. If I want to find out the truth, I must meet this Miss Kobayashi Futaba. I have been unable to say it because I am afraid to see this person who looks exactly like me.

I made up my mind at bedtime last night, and this is what I told myself— Tomorrow, I'm going to meet another me. But thinking about the moment we meet makes me sleepless. We went out before noon, and Ms. Shimojo said to go to Shibuya to take the Yamanote Line first, and then transfer to the Seibu Line when I arrived in Ikebukuro. On the Yamanote Line train, I told Miss Shimojo about my meeting with Mrs. Shimizu yesterday.Hearing that only the photo of Abe Akiko was taken from the photo album of the mountain walking club, Ms. Shimojo was also very concerned. She also felt that if it was really my mother who took the photo, then the woman whose face was painted out should be this Akiko Abe.

"It's best to find other members of the mountain walk club." Ms. Shimojo grabbed the pull ring of the carriage with the other hand, "The name of other members is also recorded in the booklet, and the contact information may be found by referring to the graduate roster. .” "But this will cause you trouble again..." "Don't mind, I also find it more and more interesting." Ms. Shimojo said with a smile. At this point the train arrived in Ikebukuro, and we transferred to the Seibu Line. The closer I got to my destination, the harder it was for me to stay calm.That Miss Kobayashi Futaba will react when she sees me?And how would I react when I saw her?I kept reminding myself that I must not panic at that time, but I also shuddered at the thought of meeting the moment.Why am I so terrified?It is said that the poet saw his clone by the lake and died the next day, but that kind of thing is impossible in real life.

"Relax." Miss Shimojo also noticed, "But it's useless if I say more." "I'm fine." But my voice was visibly trembling. After getting off at Shakujii Park Station, I walked behind Miss Shimojo. The narrow road was lined with shops. I suddenly thought that Kobayashi Futaba would usually come here to buy things. Crossing the shopping street to a quiet residential area, there were fewer pedestrians on the road. Ms. Shimojo looked at the map and walked forward, and soon stopped in front of a two-story apartment. "It seems to be here," she said.

I held my breath and looked up. At first glance, this building is an ordinary apartment for ordinary people to live ordinary lives. It is really hard for me to imagine that there is a person who is closely related to my destiny living in this place. "Go up." Miss Shimojo said. "Okay..." My mouth was dry and my voice was extremely hoarse. Miss Kobayashi Futaba's home is on the second floor, and the house number says "Xiaolin".What should you say when you see her first?Should I say "good afternoon" with a smile?But I'm afraid I can't squeeze a smile out of my stiff cheeks.

Miss Shimojo pressed the doorbell, and the doorbell rang. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my heart was beating violently. But the door didn't open, and there was no movement inside the door. Ms. Shimojo rang the doorbell again, but there was still no response. "Looks like nobody's home." She smiled at me. I also smiled at Shimojo-san, but the expression in her eyes was probably mixed.Not being able to see my double really made me feel relieved, but on the one hand I couldn't hide my disappointment. Miss Shimojo looked at her watch. "Maybe she'll be back later. Shall we find a place to drink tea and come back in an hour?"

"Okay." I accepted the offer.In fact, I was quite conflicted in my heart. I really wanted to leave here as soon as possible, but I also felt that since we had to meet sooner or later, it would be better to resolve it as soon as possible. After leaving the apartment and walking for a while, we saw a coffee shop called "Annie". The name of the store reminded me of "Annie the Red", but from the appearance, the two should have nothing to do with each other. Ms. Shimojo and I were about to enter the store when the automatic door opened and a young man came out. He was about twenty years old, with a slender build, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, holding a white plastic bag from a convenience store in both hands.When the man saw me, he was stunned and opened his mouth wide; I was also confused and stared at him blankly, and the two of them just looked at each other through the automatic door.

"Futaba...?" The man stared at me and slowly approached, "Is it Futaba? Are you back?" I took two or three steps back. "What's the matter?" He looked surprised, "By the way, why did you...wasn't you still in Hokkaido just now?" After hearing this sentence, I finally understood that he is Miss Kobayashi Futaba's friend. So I shook my head vigorously, "I'm not Miss Kobayashi Futaba." "Huh?" He froze for a moment, "What are you talking about? Are you Futaba?" "I'm not." I shook my head again.

Hearing my firm tone, he couldn't help stepping back and looking me carefully from head to toe. "Are you messing with me?" "no." "Excuse me." Miss Shimojo interrupted: "Excuse me, are you Miss Kobayashi Futaba's friend?" "I help her look after the house." The man said. "So Miss Kobayashi went on a trip?" "Well, so to speak." He stared at me again, "Are you really not Futaba?" I nodded slightly. "We came to Miss Kobayashi just to find out why the two of them look so alike," said Miss Shimojo.

The young man blinked frequently, licked his lips and said: "Scared me to death..., but it does feel different. Futaba is stronger, and her complexion is darker, and she is more mature than you, and your hairstyle is also different... Oh, yes, I just met Shuangye this morning. Ye has spoken before." The man muttered to himself as if trying to convince himself, "But...it's too similar..." He opened his eyes wide, "It's really hard to believe that you're not Futaba." "Is it really that similar?" Miss Shimojo asked. "It looks so indescribable. What's going on? What's your name?" "I am the Shi family. Juzi of the Shi family." "Miss Shijia? I haven't heard Futaba mention it." "Where did Miss Kobayashi go?" Miss Shimojo asked. "Hokkaido." The man said, "But she's not traveling." "What's the meaning?" "It's a long story, because something... happened to her mother, so Futaba had to go to a certain university in Asahikawa to find a teacher." "Asahikawa..." I was startled, "Could that university be..." "It's Beidou Medical University," he said. Miss Kobayashi Futaba lived with her mother in a two-bedroom, one-living room, which was smaller than my father's residence in Hakodate.In Ms. Futaba's room, there was a bed, a stereo system, and a locker filled with a large number of CDs and tapes. There was a poster of a foreign singer next to the bed, but I didn't know who it was. The young man in charge of the house said his name was Mochizuki Toyo. He first asked Miss Shimojo and me to sit down at the dining table, and then made tea neatly. I think I can understand why Miss Futaba would give the house to this people take care of. I accidentally saw two lemons on the refrigerator, and I couldn't help thinking, how does Miss Futaba eat lemons? Mr. Feng told us the ins and outs of how Ms. Futaba went to Beidou Medical University. When I heard the hit-and-run car accident, I felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding. The phrase "Killed?" that my father said on the phone resurfaced. In my mind, the two should be somehow related. Then I also explained the ins and outs of my visit to Tokyo this time, and Mr. Feng who listened to me silently was surprised. "Hearing your explanation, I thought of one thing." Mr. Feng said: "You said that you look nothing like your father, and Futaba's situation is the same. She is not like her mother at all." "Miss Futaba too?" "Well, I used to make fun of her as a picked child, but Futaba didn't care at all. She said her mother looks so ugly, and it's a good thing that she doesn't look like her." "Hasn't she ever suspected that she is not the mother's own daughter?" asked Miss Shimojo. "She seems to be born to her mother, because I heard that her mother came back from Hokkaido with a big belly and gave birth to Futaba." "Just don't know who the father is?" "That's right, that's why she ran to Hokkaido this time." "Is that so..." Miss Shimojo crossed her arms and turned to look at me. I knew exactly what she was thinking. "It should be my father..." I said tremblingly: "Miss Futaba's father... must be my father." "But you don't look like your father either, do you?" "yes……" "Since that's the case, it doesn't make sense. You don't look like your parents, and Miss Futaba doesn't look like her parents either." Miss Shimojo said. "But what else is possible?" Miss Xiajo didn't answer this question, and turned to Mr. Feng: "When will Miss Futaba contact you again?" He tilted his head and said, "I'm not sure either. We just talked on the phone this morning, and the next call may be tomorrow at the earliest." "Is there no way for you to take the initiative to contact her?" "I only know the hotel where she stayed." "Then can I trouble you to call her? I want to let Miss Futaba know about the situation as soon as possible, and it's best to let the two of them meet as soon as possible." Miss Shimojo turned to look at me. "After meeting...?" "The quickest way to find out the truth is for the two of you to ask your father together. As long as you show up together, I believe that Mr. Shijia will not be able to hide it anymore." "I also agree. This should be the fastest way." Mr. Feng took out his wallet from his jeans pocket, and took out a small piece of paper with a phone number written on it. It should be the phone number of the hotel. He picked up the wireless The phone, my heart started beating again. But Mr. Feng hung up after only two or three sentences into the microphone, "She's gone out." "Going all the way to Hokkaido, there's really no reason to stay in the hotel." Ms. Shimojo said with a wry smile, "If you contact her, can you let us know?" "Okay, that guy Futaba must be shocked." Mr. Feng glanced at me with a smile, then shook his head with his lips tightly closed, "To be honest, it's still hard for me to believe it, it's like a dream Ah, you look exactly like Futaba..." It was past four o'clock when I returned to Miss Xiajo's residence. I didn't change my clothes but just sat in a daze. I felt so tired and my mind was in a mess. Ms. Shimojo was sitting next to me. I was very worried about her condition. She was silent on the return train. No matter what I said, she just said, "Let's talk slowly when we go back." "Miss Shimojo," I mustered up the courage to ask, "Have you discovered anything about my relationship with Miss Kobayashi Futaba?" She glanced at me and then at the floor, but she didn't deny it. "Please speak out, don't worry about me, I won't be surprised no matter what I hear." I reached out and pressed Miss Shimojo's left hand. She stared at my hand for a while, then finally said: "Mr. Ujiie's field of study is genetics, right?" "My father's field of study? Well, it seems to be." "Do you know what genetics is?" "Hmm... I have no idea about this..." I don't know why Ms. Shimojo suddenly brought up this topic, but it is impossible for her to say something she doesn't want to do at this juncture. "This shows that it's a bit complicated..." She frowned and scratched her head. "Organisms are made up of cells, you know that?" "I know." This is basic common sense. "Then, suppose there is a cell here, a frog cell." Miss Shimojo stretched out her right fist and placed it in front of my eyes, "If I cultivate this cell and let it divide, what will happen?" "Will it become a tadpole?" I recalled what I had learned before. "Really? The split cells should be exactly the same as the original cells, right? It's the same thing if you continue to divide. In other words, no matter how much you divide, it will only increase the number of cells." "Uh..." I was a little confused, staring at Miss Shimojo's right fist. She smiled lightly and lowered her fist, "But this is the condition of adult cells. If this cell is an egg cell, that is, an egg, after it begins to divide, the divided cells will have their own characteristics, and finally divide into a complete tadpole. Obviously It is split from the same egg cell, some cells will become eyes, some cells will become tails, why is this happening? Genetics is the study of the principle of this, in short, it is like this, do you understand? " "I probably understand." I replied. "When I heard that Mr. Shijia entered the research institute of Beidou Medical University, I guessed that his research should be related to in vitro fertilization, because genetics is closely related to in vitro fertilization, and Beidou Medical University's current research in this area is quite fruitful. " "In vitro fertilization..." The word gave me an ominous premonition, I instinctively resisted the word, I swallowed, "Then what?" Miss Shimojo looked away from me, "The mother gave birth to a child, but the child looks nothing like the mother. There is only one possibility." "Because it's in vitro fertilization?" "Do you know what a surrogate mother is? Putting a couple's fertilized eggs into the womb of a woman other than the wife, the child born in this way will of course be completely different from the pregnant mother who gave birth to the child." She said lightly . "You mean... my mother is a surrogate mother... and I am a child born through in vitro fertilization..." My whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, my eardrums thumped and thumped with the pulse, and my body was sweating non-stop. I felt another chill. "If this is the case, all doubts are justified." "Then... what about that person? Miss Kobayashi Futaba, why does she look exactly like me?" I couldn't help urging her to continue. "Simply put, you should be twins." "Twins? But we were born separately?" "In the technology of in vitro fertilization, this is possible. The so-called identical twins are the same fertilized egg that splits into two cells, and then each grows independently into two different individuals, so as long as the fertilized egg splits into two After that, they were put into the wombs of different women..." "Will each be born by different women?" "That's right." Miss Shimojo didn't look at me until this moment, "But in your situation, I'm afraid this work is not done at the same time, and one of them may have been frozen for a period of time, so there is an age gap between the two of you. " "You mean... I was cryopreserved?" I said with my head down.I couldn't control the violent shaking all over my body. "This is just my conjecture." Ms. Shimojo said calmly, "And this conjecture is still unreasonable." "How to say?" "If it's true as I said, you are identical twins that were implanted at different times. In the field of in vitro fertilization, this should be the first successful case in the world. Then why didn't you publish it?" Success story..., this word makes me feel deeply that I am the product of a scientific experiment. "If I am a child born through in vitro fertilization, and Ms. Futaba and I are twins, then who are our real parents? Not my parents or Ms. Futaba's mother, who would it be?" Miss Shimojo just bowed her head in silence, she seemed to be thinking the same thing as me. "That woman named Abe Akiko is my mother?" I asked. "Perhaps," said Miss Shimojo.