Chapter 3 Chapter One

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Dmitry was sitting at the desk by the window, holding a cup of light tea in his hand, and in front of him was a biographical novel about Van Gogh, whom he admired the most.The afternoon was so lazy and comfortable for him. A breeze is blowing gently from the window, which is really the best gift in this humid and hot season.Dmitry raised his eyebrows, feeling that his life was peaceful and beautiful. As a freelance painter, the 24-year-old Mede has everything he needs—independent creative space, superior living conditions and a strong body.And, of course, the beautiful girlfriend he'd only met recently.What could be better than the current situation?

While flipping through the biography of Van Gogh, Dmitry thought: I am afraid that my current living situation is unmatched by a generation of masters. Suddenly, the musical doorbell rang in this quiet room.Med looked at the door subconsciously, he couldn't think of anyone who would come to visit at this time. He went to the door and opened the door. The man standing at the door broke in almost at the same time as the door was opened. He walked quickly to Med's side, and then closed the door. Dmitry looked at this sweaty man in surprise - his former junior high school classmate and now good friend - Yuan Bin, the forensic doctor of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

"What's wrong with you?" Mead asked, "Why are you in such a panic?" Yuan Bin was of medium build, with an average build, and was wearing a set of white overalls.At this moment, he was sweating profusely, his face was flushed, and he was staring at Med with wide-eyed eyes, panting heavily, and his eyes were full of fear and tension. Mead felt something was wrong.He frowned and asked, "What happened?" Yuan Bin still didn't speak, he opened his mouth wide, suddenly his whole body twitched and shivered. Meide grabbed his arm, took Yuan Bin to the sofa and sat down, poured a glass of cold water into his hand, and asked, "What's the matter? Tell me!"

Yuan Bin drank the water in one gulp, then stared closely at Meide's eyes. A minute later, he finally found his vocal cords, and said, "Last night, no... To be precise, I dissected a corpse this morning." Mead tilted his head at him for a few seconds and said, "This is your job, isn't it? That's what you do." "This corpse..." Yuan Bin stopped, and his breathing became short of breath again. "Why... an ugly death?" Yuan Bin shook his head and said, "It's a drowned corpse, there's nothing special about it." Med shrugged: "Then I don't understand."

After another minute of silence, Yuan Bin raised his head slowly: "Do you remember...that incident ten years ago?" As soon as this sentence came out, Med jumped up from the sofa as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and shouted: "Why are you mentioning this? Have you forgotten? We made an agreement never to mention this! It's been ten years! I almost forgot about it!" Yuan Bin also stood up from the sofa and looked directly at Meide: "Do you think I'm willing to mention it? If it weren't for special circumstances, I wouldn't mention it even if I was killed!"

"My God! What goddamn 'special situation' did you encounter that required you to bring this up? Besides, what does it have to do with me!" "Don't forget, 'that thing' was done by the four of us." Yuan Bin said, "You have no reason to let me do it alone." Med opened his mouth, but didn't say a word, he turned his head to one side, and frowned. "Tell me, what happened to you? What does it have to do with 'that incident' ten years ago?" After a while, he asked. "Before I tell you, you'd better recall 'that incident' well. I know, you won't forget it. None of us can forget it." Yuan Bin said.

Med leaned his head slowly on the back of the sofa and took a deep breath.Thoughts brought him back to that day ten years ago...