Chapter 4 the fourth part

7. Who is still alive and who is dead This vigorously staged urban legend is like a shooting star.Brilliant but fleeting. Meteor is gone. Media coverage fades away, and in times like these, nothing lasts forever.The focus of attention quickly shifted away. Except for the police, no one is still talking about the legend not long ago. The small circle of listening to Yang's storytelling every afternoon gradually thinned out and finally dispersed.I believe that even the police will one day put this matter in the back burner and include it in the file of the case without merit. There are two bowls of cold noodles on the table.

"Which bowl do you want?" I asked. Liu Er lowered his head and counted the ingredients. "One, two, three, four, five, is this five fuzzy four HIGH?" "Yes, that's June Fat Shuang." Liu Er couldn't help laughing: "It's such an amazing name, I'll eat this bowl of June Fat." I laughed too.Liu Er seldom smiles now, I hope he can be happier, even if it is because of such insignificant things. After that incident, it took three full days before Liu Er barely recovered. Recovery means that he can walk, talk and do housework freely like the first day he came to my house.But the hair on his body couldn't be controlled any more.

That strange ability, which swept over him like a storm, is now gone forever. Like a bizarre dream. Liu Er's dream has woken up.He is no longer Superman, can no longer control the life and death of others, and can no longer clean the city of dirt. However, what also needs to be considered is the road ahead. In the past, the hair on his body was black and shiny when it didn't change. Although it was very thin, it had a strong vitality.It is now dull. This may be fortunate, because the speed of hair growth has also slowed down sharply. After shaving, it only grows about two centimeters in twelve hours.In this way, I shave once in the morning and in the evening, at least I can always see his facial features clearly.

"Liu Er, your condition is much better now than before. I think, if you are willing to cooperate with the treatment, there is a possibility of recovery. At least, there is hope to further inhibit the growth rate of hair, so that you can live like a normal person. " Now when Liu Er has just finished shaving, he can also go out for a walk to get some air.Within an hour or two, nothing will be seen, and it will be inconvenient if the time is longer. Liu Er stopped his chopsticks, and seemed a little moved. "Is it still... X Organization?" "yes." "They analyzed my hair last time, do they think there is any possibility of treatment?"

"It's different now than it was then. How about this, I'll borrow some tools from them to get some blood and test it further." Seeing that Liu Er was a little bit loose, I stepped up my persuasion. Six ears nodded slowly. Taking blood was not as troublesome as I imagined. Liang Yingwu gave me a one-time gadget, and I pricked it on the middle finger of my six-eared right hand, and I was done. But the test results are not good. When Liang Yingwu told me, I almost thought I heard it wrong. "2.7%? How is that possible?" "I was also surprised by this result, and I believe the experimenters were too, so I did it again."

"It's 2.7% different from normal human genes, which is 0.3% more than the last result? But Liu Er has lost those strange abilities now, so why is it even worse than normal people?" "I'm just telling you the results of the test. As for why, I don't know. Maybe there are some new changes in his body, but they can't be seen on the surface." This basin of cold water completely extinguished my hopes.I sighed for a long time and said, "How can I tell him when I go back? I thought there was hope for treatment." "It can't be said that hope is completely lost." Liang Yingwu lightly tapped his temple with his middle finger, and he often did this when he was thinking: "If Liu Er is really like what you said, it will explain the reason for his rapid hair growth—— Perhaps a certain hormone has been suppressed. If this hormone no longer suddenly increases due to some changes, it is not impossible to find a way to further suppress it."

"Oh?" I suddenly regained my spirits. "It's just an idea," Liang Yingwu calmed me down again: "It's hard to say whether it will be successful or not. The most important thing is that if you don't figure out the cause of his body mutation, no matter how hard you try, you won't be able to cure the symptoms." Liang Yingwu rubbed his temple vigorously, and said: "No, what I just said is not entirely correct. Frankly speaking, it is very difficult to cure the root cause anyway. If his body does not repel it, he can use high-efficiency Try the depilatory agent. But he already has so many pores all over his body than normal people. With current medicine, there is no way to change it back. This is a structural change of the human body. The hair that grows from these pores There used to be a nervous system, and now they are atrophied, what will happen is hard to say, including how the depilatory will react with these atrophied nerves, and whether these nerves will be activated again, there are too many questions. He himself does not fully cooperate with the experiment , It is impossible for us to figure out these problems, and with the cooperation of experiments, we figured out these problems and solving them are two different things.”

I was a little confused by Liang Yingwu's words, but I basically understood the meaning: it is difficult to change the six ears back. "You said he didn't know the reason unless he came to the institution for inspection, so can you roughly talk about the possible reasons?" "One is viral. A powerful virus that humans have never seen or imagined can change the human body in a short period of time. If this is the case, then this virus is simply miraculous, but even if we can kill this miraculous virus , and you can’t expect the body to return to its original state, otherwise it would be a miracle. However, no such virus was found when testing hair and blood. Another situation is that the biological species itself mutates, but mutations generally do not occur within a life cycle , but it was already doomed at birth, and a genetic difference of 0.1% can be called a mutation, and the genetic difference of six ears is already difficult to explain by mutation."

I became depressed: "After all, you have assumed two reasons, but you think the possibility is extremely small?" Liang Yingwu spread his hands helplessly. "I remember last time you said it was hereditary, isn't that the reason?" "Well, heredity..." Liang Yingwu thought for a while and said, "Strictly speaking, heredity is not the cause, but just a means. For example, the previous generation was infected with the virus, but it didn't break out, but it was passed on to the son. Or a mutation In fact, it has been produced in previous generations."

"By the way," I suddenly thought of a possibility: "Liu Er must be the first genetic test, which means that he may have genetic differences from ordinary people at birth, and his father or mother may also have genetic differences." "Yes, it's entirely possible." Liang Yingwu nodded. "Oh," I became depressed again: "It's really genetic, anyway, the disease of six ears is incurable." "You can't say that. Don't say that only by knowing the cause can there be a ray of hope for a cure. Even if there is no hope for a cure, isn't it important not to find the cause?" Liang Yingwu looked at me and said:

"That much, this is not like you." I was shocked, indeed, I am not such a person without curiosity, how could I even lose my interest in finding out now. Living with Liu Er during this time, the atmosphere was very depressing when I got home, which made me want to cure Liu Er’s disease so that he can live in the sun like a normal person, and I can’t think about anything else .For me, six ears are not an object worth studying, but a heavy burden. Now that Liang Yingwu is a little bit, I wake up.Of course Liu Er needed help, but I couldn't help myself before I broke down. "You're right. Whether it's to cure Liu Er or not, the reason for his mutation must be clarified. Well, let me check the situation of his parents first." Liang Yingwu smiled: "I'm glad you have something to do again. You were really like a headless chicken some time ago." "What a disgusting adjective." I glared at him. Liu Er's face was pale. After shaving for a few hours, dense black spots appeared on his face again, but the skin between the spots was strangely white. After I asked that question, there was a sick flush on his face, and after the blush faded, his face became even whiter. I seem to be asking the wrong question. "my parents?" Regardless of whether you should ask or not, you must start with the end. "Yes, agency X has tested your blood, and they think it's quite likely that it's caused by genetics. I know your parents have passed away, so I'm sorry to bring up this unpleasant topic." Liu Er subconsciously bit his lower lip, something made it difficult for him to decide. "When I was in college, all the teachers and classmates knew that my parents were dead," Liu Er's voice was so soft that I could hardly hear him: "For four years, no relatives visited me at school. I worked hard and worked several times. I have a job so that I can pay my tuition. No poor student works as much as I do, and they don’t even believe that I’m from Shanghai.” "But," Liu Er was originally lowering his head, as if talking to himself, then he suddenly raised his head to look at me, and his voice became louder: "But they don't know that my mother is still alive, and she is still alive every month. They will send me thousands of dollars." "Ah..." I was stunned. "Do you know what she does?" Before I could answer, Liu Er laughed: "Haha, she is a mummy now, she used to be a lady, and now she is a mummy. She is a chicken, a chicken!" I didn't know what to say for a while, no wonder Liu Er wanted to tell others that both parents died, he didn't want to recognize this mother. "Liu Er, don't talk about your mother like that, she... is here to support you." When I heard Liu Er say that about her mother, I found it extremely harsh. "Raise me? No, she was born... lascivious." Liu Er gritted his teeth and said these two words, which made my heart skip a beat. "When I was in kindergarten, many uncles always came to my family. At that time, she worked in a textile factory, and the benefits were very good. How could she not afford me? She thought I didn't understand. I didn't know. In fact, when I was in elementary school That's when I realized what she was doing." "Did your father... die early?" I asked tentatively. Liu Er's face darkened: "I have never seen him. I asked my mother when I was a child, and she said that my father died a long time ago, and he died before I was born. I asked her, what does my father do and how did he die?" Yes, she always refuses to tell me. She doesn't even tell me his name. I have my mother's surname, and every time I want to fill in my father's name, I write 'Fu Qin'." My heart skipped a beat. If a mother refuses to tell her son even a little bit about his father, is there any hidden secret in it? "When I was in middle school, I became more and more estranged from her. I always refused to answer what she asked me. Since I was in high school, I told people that my mother and father are dead. She gave me money, I think the money is dirty and I never want to use it.” "Since then, I have never mentioned my mother to others. You are the first one, so much." Liu Er looked at me. I nodded silently. "So, what kind of person do you think I am?" Liu Er suddenly asked me. "you?" "Yes, I mean when you first met me." A smile appeared on my face: "You are a little bastard who sticks to everyone. But you are very cute." "Hey, you make me look like a little boy with a runny nose." Liu Er also smiled: "Have you ever wondered why, with a personality like mine, I haven't contacted other friends since I lived with you?" ?” "I'm very strange." I replied honestly: "You should have a lot of friends, and I don't know you very well, so why do you always live here without moving?" "Of course, I'm too familiar with him now." I added another sentence to prevent him from being overwhelmed. "Then what do you think of my personality now?" "Your current character..." I hesitated, not knowing what to say. "Speak directly, it's okay. In fact, I know myself." "Your personality is a bit weird now, or you have become a bit withdrawn. But no one can do better when encountering this kind of thing, and it is the same for me. The blow is indeed too great." "It's not that I'm lonely, but very lonely. All my classmates know that I'm a very lonely person, so I don't have many friends." Liu Er smiled again.This time it was a wry smile. "But when you were in Fujian?" I frowned.withdrawn?Just kidding, he was too lively back then. "Over the years, she has given me money every month, and it has accumulated a lot. When I was in college, I went to see a psychologist several times. I also felt that there was something wrong with my personality and I wanted to change it. For a moment. The doctor advised me to change my environment and start over. So I am going to use the money to go abroad, forget about it all, and never come back.” "Restart?" "Yes, after I made up my mind, I went out to travel, and I wanted to make myself sunny and outgoing from then on." "So you did that on purpose?" "It was a bit deliberate at first, but then I liked that feeling. I think if I continue like this, I will have many friends and a new life." When speaking, for a few seconds, Liu Er's eyes showed longing and fascination, but soon fell silent. Because there is no such opportunity anymore. For him now, even standing in the sun has become a luxury. Feeling uncomfortable in my heart, I pressed his shoulders hard and said: "Trust me, everything will be fine. You have already felt the joy of life, so don't give up on it. "Really?" His eyes were a little confused. I nodded heavily: "But it's useless to simply escape. You see, if you want to start a new life, you need your mother's money. You can't avoid it." The corner of Liu Er's mouth twitched, obviously I touched his sore spot. "Now for the matter of heredity, I have to find your mother. Besides, don't you think it's weird that she is so taboo about your father's matter?" "You mean, my dad might also..." Liu Er opened his mouth wide. "In short, this is an entry point. We must find out about your father's situation. If it is a sudden mutation, we have to find out where the source is." Liu Er looked at me for a long time, and finally nodded slightly. "I'll call her later." He looked up at the wall clock: "She won't get up in the morning." I thought to myself why some people are used to waking up later than me, and then I thought of her occupation, and it must be at least early in the morning when I get home every day. There is no big news to run today, I finished writing a small draft of more than 400 words and passed it to the editor, wondering if Liu Er had asked about his father, so I purposely called it a day.It was less than five o'clock when I got home. "How is it, what did your mother say?" I asked as soon as I entered the door. "Uh... haven't called yet. I'll do it now then." I shook my head, it seemed that Liu Er had too much prejudice against his mother, so I kept procrastinating without urging him. Six ears dawdled under my gaze for a while before picking up the phone. "Well, it's me." He said softly. Then he kept "hmm" there, very perfunctory, like a child who was annoyed by his nagging mother. No matter what occupation his mother is, a mother is a mother, and she still loves this unworthy son who has a weird personality and claims that his parents are dead. Of course, strictly speaking, mother and child are unworthy. "I want to come over later." When Mom's nagging came to an end, Liu Er said. "No, no, no need to prepare anything." I can guess what her mother is talking about after listening to such an answer. It is not much different from my mother, probably more enthusiastic. "I want to ask about Dad." After saying this, Liu Er was silent for a while, listening to his mother's words in the microphone, pursing his lips. After a while, he said: "I see." After speaking, he hung up the phone. "Are you going now?" I asked. "Not going." Liu Er said. "how?" "Still the same, she won't tell. She says she's forgotten, and tell me not to mention it." I thought about it and asked, "How is your mother's attitude towards you?" "Attitude? Like a dog wagging its tail after my ass, as long as I don't mention that." Liu Er showed a look of disgust. "No matter what, she raised you." I frowned, "How can I describe it like that." Liu Er let out a "hey" and curled his lips. I sighed, Liu Er has a deep prejudice against his mother, and I can't turn it around just by saying this. But his mother was so obedient to him, but she couldn't mention this matter, even if she couldn't see her increasingly estranged son because of this, it was a great torture for a mother. "How about I try it?" When I was having dinner, I suddenly said to Liu Er. Liu Er stopped the chopsticks holding the big pieces of meat, and asked me suspiciously, "You?" I clearly received his meaning: even my son is unwilling to say, is it useful for you to go as an outsider? "I'll try it. I can't just give up. You tell me... where she works, and her name." "Ok." The elevator door opened on the fifth floor, and the eyes were full of gold and jade. This is one of the most famous nightclubs in Shanghai. A younger brother greeted him: "Sir, do you have a reservation?" "Oh, no, give me a small bag." I looked at this posture and silently mourned for my wallet for three seconds. "There is still Xiaobao, 800. Let me help you find a business manager." "No, your name is You Fang." "Okay, wait a moment." The younger brother retreated respectfully, checked the room status at the main service desk, and made a gesture of invitation to me. This place is as big as a maze, I followed him around and stopped in front of a private room. "That's right here, sir, just wait a moment, and You Fang will come over." He opened the door for me and said. "OK." I sat on the soft leather sofa and looked at the decorations around me. A circle of sofas surrounds a frosted glass table with a copper seat, all of which are high-end products, with a 42-inch rear projection, and a computer karaoke station on one side.There are oil paintings hanging on the walls on both sides, which seem to be imitations of Chen Yifei.It is said to be a small private room, but the space is still quite large, and it can seat at least six people if squeezed. The door was opened by the younger brother, and a tall woman in a black dress walked in. "You are...You Fang?" I couldn't believe it. The woman in front of her looked like she was only about 30 years old, and she was too old to describe her as charming. Her dress was low-cut, with a protruding front and back, and she was beautiful and seductive.It's just a little dark circles, which is unavoidable for most people in this line of work. If it weren't for the name tag on her chest that made me confirm her identity again, I really couldn't believe that she already had such a big son. "I don't think I've seen it before, sir." You Fang said with a smile. "Oh, a friend introduced me to you." I'm not bragging. "Okay, I will give you an extra bottle of Chivas Regal for your words. I will call you what kind of lady you like." I wanted to refuse at first, but after a second thought, it might not be appropriate to just talk to her, so I said, "Whatever you like, as long as you like it. But you have to come and sit with me, don't fly so that you can't see your shadow." You Fang smiled all over her face: "Okay, you wait." After waiting for five minutes, You Fang led in a row of more than a dozen people. Yingying and Yanyan stood up with their legs up and smiled at me winkingly. I thought to myself that it really is a high-end nightclub, no matter which one is placed on Huaihai Road, it will have a good rate of return. "Which one can sing better?" I asked.Anyway, I'm not going to do anything, just listen to the beauty singing. "She, and her." The girl pointed at blinked, and her eyes drifted towards me vigorously. "Just her." I pointed to the one with the sweetest smile.The other girls filed out automatically. "Juanjuan, take good care of me." You Fang said and gave me an apologetic look: "Sorry, I still have a few customers at my place, go and say hello and come soon." I was anxious, but I couldn't express it clearly, so I had to say: "Then come here quickly, you can't just leave and come back." I didn't even open the wine when You Fang was away.As long as I drink so little, I still hope that I can trick her down a bottle later, so that I can pry something out, so I can't just waste it now. I asked Juanjuan to sing her favorite song, her voice is really good, and her skills are also good.Soaking here every day, it seems that it has been practiced. When she sang, she reached out and wrapped her arms around my waist unconsciously. Although I was not used to it, I was not serious enough to push her away. Anyway, I would give a tip later, eat beautiful tofu, and she took the initiative. When she sang, I looked at the door from time to time, and she probably noticed my absent-mindedness. After singing a few songs, she took the hand around my waist back and sang with all her heart. It is estimated that she has been working here for a long time. Whether it is a pervert or a one-two-three wooden person like me, she has seen it a lot. About half an hour later, You Fang finally opened the door and came in, and said "Hey" when she saw the empty wine glass. "Why didn't you drink any wine?" "I can't drink enough. I'll drink it when you come, otherwise I'll be drunk. Are you okay now?" You Fang smiled, she seemed a little surprised.At the beginning when I said I wanted her to stay with me more, she probably thought it was my flattery to coax her, but now that I said it again, it really meant that.It must be rare for people like me to stare at an elderly mommy instead of looking for a young lady. "Okay, nothing to do, even if there is, I will only go out for a while." You Fang called the younger brother to come in and open the wine, and filled the three glasses. I raised my glass and touched her: "I drink a little and pour it down, I know you can drink it, drink more, you can't bully me." You Fang smiled and said that I am modest, but still drank half a glass in one gulp. I only took a sip, but it wasn't enough, and I said, "How can half a glass be enough? You made me wait so long, and I have to finish the first glass in one sitting." "Yo, you want to get me drunk." You Fang shook her head, raised her glass again and drank it down.Maybe it was because he drank too quickly, and his face slowly turned red. It's a good start, I'm afraid she will refuse to drink it.Afterwards, I used various methods to persuade her to drink again and again, but that Juanjuan didn't have time to take care of her, so she sang one by one. My alcohol capacity is really poor, I only drink a little each time, but I can already feel the slight strength of the alcohol.If you drink any more, you will get drunk, so you have to find a way to get to the point. "That's a lot, I don't know what you do yet." You Fang said. "Me? I'm in the cultural field." I told her that I was a reporter and it didn't matter. Considering that her job might be sensitive to reporters, I didn't say it directly. "The cultural field is too big, what are the details?" The blush on You Fang's face became more obvious, leaning against me, the faint smell of wine mixed with perfume wafted into my nose, which was quite attractive.Thinking that this is Liu Er's mother, I feel very strange in my heart.This age can still exude such a great allure, and it is definitely a stunner when he is young. "Eating by the pen." I said. "Writer, no wonder you look so polite." I smiled and didn't deny it. You Fang looked at Juanjuan who was singing there, and said, "You don't seem to be interested in Juanjuan, is it because you are not satisfied with the person my sister arranged for you today?" "No, I'm absolutely satisfied. I just like listening to people sing." You Fang laughed: "If you are satisfied, introduce a friend next time." I smiled and said, "Of course. But, don't you ask who introduced me to you?" "Yo, by the way, I wanted to ask at the beginning, but I forgot who it was when I was busy." "Guess, it's the one you know best." "The most familiar one?" You Fang frowned.She even reported the names of several people, but of course she couldn't guess correctly. "Who, you said it." I poured her a full glass and said, "I'll tell you when you drink this." "I really can't drink any more, and I'll be drunk if I drink any more." "Whoever told you that you can't guess, it is said that you are the most familiar. In this way, you drink it first. If I say the name and you don't know it well, I will punish myself for three drinks, and I will never break my promise." You Fang frowned and guessed a few more times, and finally stared at me bitterly and said: "You must be fined three times." Then she drank the glass of Chivas Regal. I watched the amber liquid tilt into the wine glass, less and less, and finally disappeared between You Fang's red lips.In a blink of an eye, the skin on her neck and collarbone turned red. "Now you can tell me who it is." She helped me fill up the wine glass, her eyes became watery, she looked at me and said, "I'm waiting for you to drink." "You Hong, it's You Hong." The real drama tonight began with these two words I said lightly. Due to the delayed effect of alcohol, it took You Fang two seconds to realize what the name represented. She stood up suddenly, shook her body a few times, and took a small step back before she stopped. "Who, who are you talking about?" Juanjuan next to her noticed something was wrong, so she stopped and stopped singing. "It's You Hong. Over the years, isn't he the man you are most familiar with?" You Fang stared at me, her expression changed.Just now, she kissed me with her son's friend, even for a spirit like her who has been in the world of mortals for many years, she couldn't accept it for a while. When the ups and downs of her chest were a little less, she sat down again, but compared to before, she was much farther away from me. "Juanjuan, you go out for a while." She said. Juanjuan responded, and walked out of the box obediently and quickly. "Tell me, what's the matter. Ah Hong always tells others that I'm dead, he's willing to tell you about me, and even asks you to come to me. He must regard you as his best friend. I know he has no friends." At this time, her expression was solemn, and she completely lost the fireworks and obsequiousness just now. "Ah Hong has seen a psychiatrist many times recently." According to the set script, I said so. "what!" I am very satisfied with You Fang's reaction.Alcohol and the sudden psychological attack had greatly weakened her defenses, and now there was only a mother worrying about her son. "I don't think you know about it. He has serious psychological problems. The doctor said he suffered from depression." "I, I don't know, I really don't know, how could he..." Hearing the news suddenly, You Fang was a little at a loss: "How much medical expenses do you need, or should you send him abroad for treatment?" "It's not a matter of money. He needs complete psychotherapy, and the doctor even recommends medication to control it. But you know, this kind of medication is quite damaging to the human brain, especially at such a young age. So, I want to try to use simple regular psychological therapy first." Counseling. In fact, I am a reporter, and I helped him find a very good psychologist, but the doctor told me yesterday that Ah Hong has a knot in his heart, and his treatment cannot continue without solving this knot.” "Hard knot? What kind of knot?" You Fang asked anxiously. "Children from single-parent families are prone to psychological problems. Moreover, the nature of your work is also an important reason for his mental illness. Sorry, I'm speaking frankly." "It's okay, I guessed it." You Fang couldn't find a trace of blush on her face, her paleness was frightening, as if she had aged ten years all of a sudden.This made me feel very guilty, but I couldn't care less for Liu Er. "I don't know why you have been refusing to tell him about his father. People who used to be withdrawn are very paranoid, especially now that they are sick. The more you don't tell him, the more he wants to know. Now it has become a heart disease for him, and he is depressed. The root cause of the disease lies in his parents' problems, and it is impossible to bypass his father during treatment." I straightened up, looked at You Fang who was stunned, and said solemnly: "I know you must have some reasons why you refuse to talk about his father. With Ah Hong's character, it is impossible to pester you to ask questions now, like He called you this afternoon, but you still don't want to say it." "I..." You Fang groaned, and was interrupted by me before she could say anything. "But from my standpoint, it is incomprehensible to ruin the happiness of a son's life because of a dead person. Don't forget, you are a mother!" You Fang's face became even paler, she closed her eyes, and then tears flowed out. I didn't expect her reaction to be so intense, and I didn't know what to say. She wiped away the tears with the back of her hand, then put her hands over her eyes for a while.By the time she let go of her hand, there was a mess around her eyes, and her eye shadow was messed up. She took the tissue I handed over, but instead of wiping her eyes, she wrote a few words on it and handed it to me. "1982 Summer, Zhang Jinlong", I read it again. "His father's name is Zhang Jinlong." You Fang said, and she took another tissue to wipe her eyes. "The summer of 1982?" "When he died." "How did you die?" You Fang looked at the black marks on the paper towel, pursed her lips into a thin line, and after a while, said: "If he is really so determined to investigate his father's affairs, he will always know." I was a little surprised. I didn't expect You Fang to still have reservations about this, but she provided her name, which is the biggest clue, and there is no need to press now. It can be seen that she loves her son very much. There must be a reason why she doesn't want to say it. . "Then what day did your husband die in 1982?" "He is not my husband." You Fang said in a word. "what……" "I only remember that summer, but I forgot the exact time." "Forgot? Then, at what age did he die?" "Twenty or thirty years old, I don't know exactly." "I don't know?" I was really stunned, how could such a thing happen.But now, You Fang seems to have no need to lie to me. What the hell is this golden dragon for? "Okay, you didn't come here to play. I've said everything I can. You go back and tell Ahong. I really have too many things to do to him as a mother." I wanted to get some money to pay the bill, but You Fang pushed me back. "You are a friend who has worked so hard for Ah Hong. If you have to pay these expenses, I will really lose my face and skin." After she said that, I no longer insisted on emptying my wallet, and after saying goodbye, I left this place where the men were luxurious. Liu Er's father's name has been obtained, no matter how big the secret is in Zhang Jinlong's body, I will dig it out no matter how deep I follow this vine. 8. Looking for Zhang Jinlong Finding someone who died twenty-three years ago is not difficult, but easy.When I started to search, I realized that I forgot to ask You Fang for information. If You Fang refused to tell or didn't know, it would be really troublesome to find it. Fortunately, when I called, You Fang told me happily that Zhang Jinlong was in Shanghai when he died. He died in Shanghai, and the Shanghai Municipal Civil Affairs Bureau should have a statistical summary of the deaths over the years. Ordinary people go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to check the materials of the deceased, and they will definitely be turned away.It is not clear whether this kind of thing is considered confidential, but the Civil Affairs Bureau certainly has no obligation to provide this service to citizens.Journalists are different. Lu Qingshu, a reporter who ran civil affairs, had just returned from a reporter tour group organized by the Civil Affairs Bureau, and said with a pat on the chest that there was no problem. The relationship between government agencies and correspondent reporters is a kind of mutual benefit. Generally speaking, such insignificant things can still be done. But one day later, Lu Qingshu came to me very embarrassed, saying that the Civil Affairs Bureau's death information in 1982 had not been entered into the computer, and it was too labor-intensive to check, saying that he had to go there by himself if he wanted to check.Lu Qingshu said he could say hello for me, if I'm happy to run over to check. Of course I said yes. I went back and told Liu Eryi that he was happy and said that he would go to investigate with me. "Although it's not as exaggerated as you and my mother said, knowing my father's situation is indeed a big wish of mine all the time. Therefore, I can't let you fulfill this wish for me. Now I can go out, two or three Others won’t notice any big abnormalities during the hour. Besides, once I find that the hair has grown, I can just find a toilet and hide in it and shave it off.” Last time I asked his father's name, Liu Er was very strange, and forced me to ask how I got the words out of his mother's mouth.After I confessed the truth, he yelled and said that I was too bullshit, and he quarreled with me for a long time.While I was tossing with him, I was very happy in my heart, which shows that he has gradually come out of the shadows. So I told Liu Er a few words and agreed to him. On Tuesday morning, I got up early (of course it was an early morning for me), and together with Liuer, I arrived at the Shanghai Civil Affairs Bureau. Xiao Lu from the Propaganda Department had made an agreement with Lu Qingshu on the phone yesterday, and after meeting us, he said a few polite words and led us to the archives room. The filing room used to be quite large, but now it is filled with rows of iron filing cabinets, leaving only a few narrow paths. There are year labels on the doors of each iron cabinet. Xiao Lu led us to the two iron cabinets with the "1982" label on them, and said: "You can find them yourself, there are too many. Put them back after reading, don't worry." Messed up." He opened the door, only to see that the two cabinets were full of bulging cowhide portfolios. "So many." I am amazed. Xiao Lu smiled bitterly: "Yes, if there are few, I will help you find them without you coming. At that time, the annual death rate in Shanghai was about 7/1000, and the number of deaths per month was almost tens of thousands. Hey, take your time looking for it." You Fang told me that the time of death was summer. To be on the safe side, I found all the file bags marked May, June, July, August, and September, and there were more than twenty of them. Liu Er and I both wore jeans, so we were not afraid of getting dirty, so we just sat on the ground and started looking at each leather bag. One hundred sheets of paper were contained in a brown leather bag, and each sheet contained the simple death records of twenty people.In other words, one file bag contains the death files of 2,000 people. Although a piece of paper is scanned at a glance, but after seeing that the eyesight is obviously not good, sometimes I have to stop and read again, so as not to miss it. 眼花不算，头也慢慢晕起来，然后是腰。还真是件苦活。 第三个档案袋看到一半，我撑不住停了下来，站起身子松松肩挺挺腰。往六耳那边一看，居然见他已经看好了六个口袋。怪怪，怎么会比我快一倍，我已经看得很努力了啊。 再看六耳换纸的速度，果然迅疾的很，基本拿起来停留一两秒钟就换另一张。这种速度只看一张两张拼一拼还可能行，这么一大堆看下来还保持这样的速率，真是太牛了。 “六耳，你怎么看得这么快，有练过吗？”我忍不住问他。 “有吗？”他停下来看看我。 “怎么没有。”我指了指自己看好的两包：“你比我快一倍多呢。” 六耳瞧瞧我的战绩，又看看他自己的，也有些意外：“真是这样嘛，可我也没觉得自己有多快，读大学念书的时候也没觉得自己比别人看书快啊。” 我心里暗自琢磨，我看东西绝不能算是慢的，如果这是六耳的正常速度，早该在读书的时候体现出来了，没道理自己不知道啊。 “或许他体内又有了什么新变化，但是表面看不出罢了。”忽然之间，我想起梁应物对我说的这句话。 他只是无心之语，难道竟然说中了吗？会不会这一目十行的能力，就是多出来的那0.3%所造成的？ 我瞧瞧继续以惊人速度看档案的六耳，轻轻摇了摇头，给自己做了套眼保健操，坐下接着看。 “张金龙！”六耳叫起来：“找到了！” 在我连忙凑过去的时候，六耳突然垂头丧气地叹了一声：“唉呀，57岁死的。” “张金龙这个名字很普通，同名同姓的一定很多，这些档案我们总得都看一遍，然后再把叫这个名字的人列在一起筛选。” 档案室里纸张“哗哗”地翻动声一直持续到上午十一点十五分。所有的档案都看完了。由于六耳一个顶俩，比我预计的要提早不少。 我站起来挺腰的时候，一阵头晕眼花，这活劳神费力，多干肯定折寿。 加上最先找出的那位57岁的张金龙，一共找出三个。年龄分别是57、69、24，哪个才是我们的目标十分明显。 我和六耳凑在一起看这短短的死亡档案。 死亡时间是1982.8.13。 张金龙，死亡年龄24岁，火化地西宝兴路火葬场。 这份档案是我先找到的，那时我在震惊之后，默不作声地放在了一边，就是希望六耳能晚些看到，或者找到另一个符合条件的张金龙。 因为，在死亡原因一栏里，写的竟然是“枪毙”！ 六耳的脸离我不到十厘米，可我不敢转头看他此时的表情，我甚至不愿意去想象。 他寻找了这么多年的生父，多少次令他午夜梦回，多少次想象过父亲的身影和面容。我想，在他越来越憎恨母亲的时候，也一定把父亲的形象塑造得高大而完美。 可是现在，“枪毙”这两个字把一切瞬间敲得粉碎。 Smash! “这，就是爹？”六耳问。 我不知道他在问谁，问我？问他自己？还是问老天？ I am silent. 这就是游芳始终不愿告诉儿子的原因吧。 他的父亲是个枪毙犯！这样的事实，怪不得要对年幼的儿子隐瞒。 可张金龙是犯了什么重罪才被枪毙的呢？ 这份档案上没写，简单的几栏，再没有其它信息。 “我去一次厕所。”出民政局前，六耳对我说，尾音有些颤抖。这是从刚才开始，他说的第二句话。 我在厕所门口徘徊了很久很久，他刮手和脸上的毛原本用不了这么多时间。 I look at his face.在眉角、脸颊和嘴角，有三道伤痕。 我能想象他在刮的时候，手抖得有多厉害。 "Let's go," he said.他的眼神望向下方，整个人散发出浓浓的悲伤。 我和他慢慢地走在路上，并没有直接叫车回家。 天阴着，空气的湿度很高，闷热。 “人不是为别人活着的，你活着因为你自己。”我说。 "I know," he said.这让我意外。 “我妈肯把爸的名字告诉你，说明她觉得，到了我去面对这一切的时候了。”六耳双眼看着前方：“你别担心，我能抗下来的。” 我心中宽慰，一连串的打击，终于让他成长起来。 “接下来……咦？” “怎么了？”我顺着他的视线望去，前面人行道上一个小孩正捂着脑袋，蹲在地上大哭。 “呃，没什么。找个地方吃午饭吧，我饿扁了。” 找了家小店走进去，叫了两份盖浇饭。我觉得六耳刚才不会无故惊讶，他不讲就算了，应该不会是很重要的事吧。 “接下来怎么继续，到市局去查张金龙详细的案件吗？” “为了什么枪毙当然要查，可我在想，是不是先从火葬场那边着手。” “火葬场？”六耳奇怪地停下筷子：“那有什么好调查的？” “调查你父亲的事，不就是怀疑你的变异，是他遗传的吗？” “那和火葬场……唔。”六耳停了下来，似乎有些猜到。 居然这么快就猜到原因？我在心里稍稍嘀咕了一下，继续说下去：“人嘛，光溜溜地来光溜溜地去，他身上有什么异样，一定瞒不过火葬场的烧尸工，说不定过了那么些年，烧尸工还会有印象呢。” 六耳点头：“这是个好法子，什么时候去？下午？” “别这么急，二十几年前的事，也不急在这一两天。下午我是要上班的。明天或后天上午吧，我以前采访过西宝兴路火葬场，到单位翻翻名片打个电话，要方便许多。” "hero." 我正坐在电脑前发愣，愁今天的稿子，肩膀就被重重一拍，力量大的让我在椅子上歪了下。转头一看，苏世勋摩拳擦掌冲我微笑。 “干嘛！”我揉着肩膀瞪他。 “没事，没事。”苏世勋仰天打了个哈哈：“英雄见面，惺惺相惜一下嘛，近来可好？” 什么近来，一天见几回的人。看样子这活宝今天心情好，又逢人发疯了。 “好个屁，昨天宗而部务会上说我最近稿子少你又不是没听到。” “啊，哈哈，那你忙，你忙。”苏世勋抱拳作了个揖，快步溜到他位子去了。 摇了摇头，我拨了个内线电话给杨华。 “是我，那多。” “靠，就这么几步也懒得走啊。” “不是这样方便嘛。” “哎呀，要听故事的时候把我座位围得水泄不通的，没故事听了连脚都不愿意挪动，真是人情冷暖世太……” “得了得了，你别贫了。”我打断他。 “对了，最新的消息，警方暂时不准备对那帮神秘人下通缉令了。” "Oh why?" “说是到目前为止没有严重威胁普通市民的正常生活，也没有给上海这座国际大都市造成严重负面影响，所以就作为一般案件侦破。上次的限期破案好像也不了了之了。” “一般案件？那怎么破得了？” “估计上头就是这个意思。本来也没有什么线索，正好下坡。对了，你找我什么事？” “可能过几天要到市局调个二十几年前的卷宗看看，想你帮我打个招呼。” “二十几年前的案子？查那东西干嘛？” “……我一个朋友父亲的案子，我朋友不太清楚当时的情况，想了解一下。” “这个……”杨华语气间有点犹豫。 “怎么，有麻烦吗？” “本来是没什么问题，不过因为报神秘人那个案子，和局里有点……正在努力修补关系中呢。你不还要等几天嘛，到时候你把情况告诉我，总尽量想办法解决了。” “失之东榆收之西榆，这结果你在做之前就该知道了吧，捅出这么大的新闻来，你没被直接踢出公安条线就算好的了。” 和杨华再随便聊了几句，挂了电话开始找西宝兴路火葬场张副馆长的电话。杨华那里，过几天再问他吧，估计他又要请客，在饭桌上用酒来补回感情了。 这几天台风过境，和张副馆长约了三天后的上午。 西宝兴路是条不宽的路，殡仪馆两侧都是卖花圈冥纸画像靠死人过生活的。到那儿的时候十点不到，虽然不像前几天风大雨急，但天也没放睛，还是阴着，但挺凉快。 从门口往里走，哀乐的声音就越来越响，夹着哭天抢地的悲嚎声，身边来来往往的人神情肃穆，让我这个原本没什么的人心里也开始堵起来。 “上次的稿子真是要谢谢你。”张副馆长见了我就客套。 “小事情，不过这次可是麻烦馆长了。”我笑着说。 “哦，不过你要查这干嘛呀。” 我看了眼站在旁边一身不响的六耳，说：“我这朋友没见过父亲，他爹生前也没留照片画像下来，所以想找到当时处理他爹遗体的师傅，问问还记不记得长什么样。” 张副馆长皱起眉头：“都这么多年了，哪个还能记得呀。” “他就是个愿望，也知道多半人家记不得了，可不来一次不死心呀。” 张副馆长看着六耳叹了口气，点点头，点了个工作人员领我们先去察焚化记录。 这儿的记录比民政局的好查许多，很快就查到了。 家属的签名是空着的，旁边注明了“提蓝桥监狱”，看来尸体是从那里送过来的。遗容整理一栏也空着，焚化栏上有个龙飞凤舞的签名。 还没等我看清楚那几个是什么字，领着我们的那个工作人员就说：“原来是老卢啊。” 接着他向我们介绍，老卢是殡仪馆的老员工，七十年代就进馆工作，直到现在还没退休呢。 “今天他在吗？”六耳问。 “在，我领你们去。” 他领着我们在哭丧的家属之间穿梭，走了几步停下来，回头对我俩说：“我看……就这样去也不太好，那种地方，你们也一定不愿意待的。这样，我先领你们在小会客室等着，我再去叫他。” 我们当然说好。 到了会客室他帮我们泡了两杯茶，他出去打了个电话，回来告诉我们，老卢正在工作中，稍等会儿就过来。 所谓“正在工作”，不用他解释，我也能猜到，就是在烧尸。 苏世勋那个该死的家伙有一次在饭桌上给我们绘声绘色地讲火葬场是怎么烧尸的。要烧两炉，第一炉剥光了推进去烧，然后烧到半焦推出来，把骨头拨弄一下，再接着烧。有个女儿本想守着母亲遗体到最后，看见第一炉烧完推出来的骨头，当场就晕过去，后来做了两年多恶梦。 所以我现在想到烧尸，也不由自主的联想到苏世勋说过的故事，心里一阵不自在。 一直做这种工作的人，神经肯定非常坚韧，用从前的说法，就是阳气很重。整天看这种东西，就是真撞见鬼，也不见得会多害怕吧。 等了大约近半小时，一个穿着蓝色工作服的中年汉子走了进来。 “老卢，你可来了。我来介绍一下，这位是《晨星报》的那记者，还有他朋友游先生，这位是我们殡仪馆的先进工作者老卢。这样，你们聊着，我就不陪了，等会结束你们还要找张馆长吧。” “不了，聊完我们就走了，你代我们谢谢张馆长。” 会议室的门被轻轻带上，我仔细看坐在对面的老卢，他黑里透红的方脸，浓眉，额上的皱纹刀割般清晰深刻。 “有什么事，说吧。”老卢很直爽地问。他的声音不是想当然的洪亮，而是沙哑的。 “呃……”真要问的时候，却又不知道从何说起，二十多年烧过的一具尸体是否记得，这样的问题真是有些荒唐。 “其实是我的事。”六耳忽然开口。 “因为我父亲是被枪毙的，所以我母亲不肯告诉我他的情况，连相貌也不说，家里也没有父亲的照片。我们查到当时父亲被枪毙后的遗体是您火化的，所以想问问您是不是记得他的样子。” “这样啊。”老卢的眉头一皱，额头上的皱纹隆起来，更深了：“我每天都烧这么多人，怕是很难记了，他是什么时候烧的？” “是1982年8月13日下午。” “啥？八二年？”老卢瞪大了眼睛：“你开玩笑吧，二十多年前的事哪能还记得。” “您再想想，哪怕是身上的什么特征也好。”我提示他。 “难呐。”老卢叹着气摇着头。 “八二年的时候，您有没有烧过让您印象深刻的尸体，比方说感觉很古怪的？” “特殊？”老卢眼睛一亮，问六耳说：“你说你爹是被枪毙的？” 六耳点头：“是的，所以应该是连遗容都没人整理，直接就推您这儿烧了。” “什么时候来着？” “1982年8月13日下午。” 我和六耳齐齐看着老卢，希望他能回忆起什么来。 “八二年八月十三，八十年八月十三……枪毙的……”老卢嘴里念叨着，努力回想。 他粗大的指节敲着桌子，一下一下，牵着我们的心跳。 他会突然记起来，曾经烧过一个全身长毛的人吗？ “应该是了，是提篮桥送过来的吧。”老卢停下敲击说。 “是的。”我和六耳兴奋起来。 "What is your name?" “张金龙。” “张金龙，张金龙。那是你爹啊。”老卢看着六耳的眼神很奇怪。 "yes." “你们刚才查过焚烧记录吧，记不记得在这个张金龙前后的焚烧记录，那几个人是不是也是枪毙犯？” “呃……”我回答不上来，这倒没注意。 “是的，我看到连着几个人都是枪毙的。”六耳说。 “也是没人给整理遗容吧。” “是的。”六耳点头。没想到他看得这么仔细。 “没错。我想起来了。你知道为什么没人给他们整理遗容吗？”老卢问。 “难道不是因为枪毙犯所以不给整理吗？”我说。 “枪毙犯一般也是要弄一下的，当然不会像普通死者那样仔细。人都死了，再大的罪也清了，让他们干干净净地上路。可是那天送来的这批，没有人肯给他们弄。” “那是为什么？”我问。怎么会一批都没人肯整理，难道有隐情的，还不止张金龙一个人？ “那时候做这项工作的，都是女工，她们之所以不肯做，”说到这里，老卢又看了一眼六耳：“是因为这些被枪毙的，都是作案累累的强奸犯！” 我一时张大了嘴。张金龙竟然是强奸犯！ 自从知道张金龙是被枪毙之后，我设想过许多他被枪毙的理由，杀人放火贪污，甚至连政治犯都想到了，就是没想到是强奸犯。 六耳坐在那里，也没有说话。 “看样子你们还不知道啊，就是因为是强奸犯，不知坏了多少姑娘，所以那些女工才不愿意整理他们的尸体，让他们用最难看的样子进焚化炉烧掉。” 他看着六耳，叹了口气：“你爹张金龙就是其中一个，也怪不得你妈不肯告诉你。” 我心里突然像被锤子敲到，张金龙是强奸犯，那是不是说，游芳是被强奸，才生下游宏这个儿子的？ 再想想，游芳不记得张金龙确切的死亡日期，不知道张金龙几岁，就是因为他是被强奸的，此前根本不认识张金龙这个人！ 或许她是知道张金龙被枪毙的时间的，但她强迫自己忘记了，她要忘记这个人，忘记那段经历。所以对那么宠爱的儿子，她也绝口不提张金龙。 偷眼瞧六耳的脸，并没有很激动的表情。我觉得他平静的可怕，平静的……很悲哀。 他一定也想到了。 “小伙子，你爹是你爹，你是你，别搞混了，好好过日子吧。”老卢沙哑着嗓子对六耳说。 “那，您还记得那个张金龙长什么样子吗，有什么特别的地方吗？”我问。 “长什么样子真的记不住了，还能有什么特别？都有手有脚，脑袋上一个窟窿。都一样。我是因为那批都是强奸枪毙才记起来的。” “卢师傅，”六耳开口了，他的语音比平日低了一点，其它就没什么异常：“谢谢您告诉我这些，可是强奸犯不是一般不判枪毙的吗？” 听六耳一说我也意识到了，让我更惊讶的是六耳在现在的心情下还能想到这点。 “这就是为什么我对那批人印象深的原因了。你们年纪小不知道，这在当时可是轰动一时的大案子啊。从八一年到八二年，突然有一大批疯狂作案的强奸案，搞得天黑都没有女人敢出门，城里每天风言风语的传，说昨天又有多少个姑娘遭殃。不单是上海，好像许多省市都出现了这种情况。这批人搞的影响太恶劣了，抓住以后，情节特别严重的就枪毙了，这些死的啊，每个都起码坏了十几二十人呢。” “这么说是流氓团伙？” 老卢摇头：“奇怪就在这点上，这些人彼此都没关系的，却几乎在同一时间段里冒出来四处作案。最后枪毙的时候可轰动了，所有人都拍手称快，要不二十多年前的事了，我怎么都想不起来啊。” 离开西宝兴路殡仪馆的时候，正想安慰六耳，他却说没关系。 “虽然他犯的罪出乎我的意料，但并不是什么接受不了的，我现在什么都能接受。这就是事实，不管我怎么想他就在那里，早已经发生了。” “那……还要继续查下去吗？”我问。今天老卢已经说得很明确了，那些个枪毙犯并没有哪个特殊，要是真如我们所想，张金龙是个毛人的话，他一定记得的。 “查。我想确认一下，我妈到底是不是被他……” 我一愣，似乎事情已经挺明显了啊。再一想，又暗骂自己糊涂了。有能力查清楚的事情，还是不要凭主观推断的好，主观推测往往要出错的，我也不是没碰到过啊。特别是自己母亲的事情，六耳能不小心吗。 这样一想，张金龙是否是毛人一点上也就不是没有疑问了。 我点头对六耳说：“好的，而且我想，老卢没说发现全身长毛的人，并不代表你爹真的就不和你一样