Chapter 22 chapter Ten

June 6, 2005. Speeding through crowded subway cars, mobile video is broadcasting news, from the American Broadcasting Corporation ABC, recently discovered that a boy named James is actually the reincarnation of a naval pilot who died in World War II.This child has the memory of a pilot since he was a child, including the professional names of the parts of the "World War II" fighters and the aircraft carrier he served on, and this pilot has never been unknown.The pilot's sister said that only she and her long-dead brother knew about the boy's recognition of one of her mother's paintings when he arrived at her home.

He watched the video silently and calmly, and saw his own face in the reflection of the subway glass. Line 3 to Hongkou Football Stadium, get off the subway, walk to the street where Jay Chou’s singing is everywhere, cross several narrow roads, enter a tree-lined alley, there is an old house with gray walls and red tiles, he lightly Lightly pressed the doorbell. The iron door opened, and there was a man in his sixties, tall and thin, with all white hair, who asked suspiciously, "Who are you looking for?" "Excuse me—is this Liuman's home?" The other party's expression became very strange: "Liuman? Are you looking for Liuman?"

"I'm sorry, I'm here on behalf of my brother. He is Liuman's classmate. Because he was sick and hospitalized, he couldn't move around, so he specially entrusted me to come here." The old man couldn't help looking at him a few more times. This is a beautiful boy, about ten years old, with an unforgettable gaze. As long as you stare into your eyes calmly, you will feel a certain degree of fear. "Is your brother her classmate? When Liu Man left, you probably hadn't been born yet." "Oh, my brother and I have the same dad, different mom, so..."

"Understood, I am Liu Man's father, please come in." The living room is lifeless, the lighting on the ground floor is not very good, and the old-fashioned mahogany furniture is depressing. Liuman grew up in such an environment. On this day in 1995, in the early hours of the morning, Liuman was found dead on the roof of the library of Nanming High School. The tenth anniversary of death. In the most prominent position in the middle of the living room is a black and white photo frame. Eighteen-year-old Liuman poses in a pose, smiling charmingly in the wind—it was a spring outing in high school, and because the college entrance examination is approaching, I only went to the zoo for half a day. Liuman Sitting on the lawn took this photo.

The old man brought the boy a glass of drink, and he took a big sip unceremoniously, nodded and said, "Yes, my brother specially told me to come here today, and offer three sticks of incense to Liuman, and pray that she will be in heaven. rest in peace." "Oh, thank you so much, I didn't expect my daughter to be dead for ten years, but someone still remembers her!" As he spoke, he shed tears. He took out three incense sticks from the drawer, lit them and handed them to him. The incense burner and fruits had already been offered in front of the coffin. The boy walked slowly to Liuman's portrait, looked into her eyes in the photo, and respectfully inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner.

Suddenly, Liu Man in the portrait seemed to give him a hard look! Cigarettes lingered between the portrait and the coffin, and the boy asked in a low voice, "Has there been no progress in Liuman's case in the past ten years?" "No." He sat down with a sigh, squinted his eyes and turned out a photo album. When he opened it, there was a black and white photo of a young couple hugging a little girl, Only three or four years old, "You don't know how much I like her—the picture is her mother. We divorced when my daughter was seven years old. Liuman has been growing up with me, so she has a weird personality. Liuman His death made her mother suffer from depression, and she tried to commit suicide many times over the years, and now she is in a rehabilitation center, which is equivalent to being in prison."

He turned a few pages back, and there are all photos of Liuman from kindergarten to elementary school to junior high school. Ordinary people would feel the hairs on their backs standing on end looking at the photos of a girl who had been dead for twelve years. Finally, in the third year of high school, all the students took a group photo on the school playground, with the bright oleander flowers in the background—in the late spring and early summer, the pink and white flowers alternated. Liuman did not expect that he would die from the poison of the flowers behind him . The head teacher, Mr. Shen Ming, is also in the photo.

This young man in his twenties stood in the middle of the first row of the group photo.He had a thin build and cheekbones, and had the longest hairstyle a male teacher could have.His face cannot be seen clearly in the photo, only his eyes can be vaguely discerned. He looks energetic and full of ambition, but actually hides some anxiety and sadness. A few days after this photo was taken, Liuman died on the roof of the library, and two weeks later, Teacher Shenming was killed underground in the Witch's Quarter. "Little friend, where is your brother?" "Oh, here it is!"

The boy casually pointed at a boy's face. "Handsome young man, thank you for thinking of my daughter. When Liuman just died, some people said that he committed suicide by taking poison, but I didn't believe it anyway. The police told me that it was not suicide but homicide. He was forcibly injected with poison Yes. The door of the small attic was locked, and she couldn’t escape. She opened the window in pain and climbed to the roof. But the toxicity broke out, and she couldn’t climb any farther, and couldn’t make a sound, so she could only lie on the roof alone. In the film, watching the moon in the sky waiting to die... The forensic doctor said that she struggled for at least an hour, this child is so pitiful! One hour, sixty minutes, it made the day not work, the ground didn't work, and I don't know how many tears she shed , How painful is the heart in the blood vessels in the body? I'm sorry, you are still a child, I shouldn't tell you this!"

"It doesn't matter." The boy thoughtfully picked up a few tissues and handed them to wipe his tears, but Liuman's father hadn't come out of his grief: "For ten years, my wish has never changed, that is, to personally catch the murderer who killed my daughter, and then, to kill her." killed him." A minute later, the boy left Liuman's house, which smelled of death. His cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, he heard a woman's voice: "Wang'er, where have you been?" "Mom, the teacher wants to talk to me, and I'll be home soon."