Chapter 8 Chapter Six

One afternoon four days later, Dmitry stayed in his studio to complete an oil painting, looking at the red, black, and yellow patches on the screen.Med felt distraught for a while. For several days in a row, Med was living in anxiety - he suddenly discovered that this feeling of sleeplessness was almost exactly the same as these few days ten years ago. He put down his palette and brushes, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a bottle of frozen beer. Med sat on the sofa, poured beer into a glass, took a sip, and put the glass on the coffee table. Suddenly, the glass made a small sound, and then it cracked in two with a "crack", and the beer dripped from the coffee table to the floor.

Med stared dumbfounded at the broken glass.In an instant, a strong ominous premonition welled up in my heart. Just then, the piercing ringing of the phone rang in the empty room. Meide walked quickly to the phone and glanced at the caller ID - it was Yuan Bin calling. "Hello, Yuan Bin? What happened to that incident? Didn't anyone notice it?" Meade answered the phone and asked eagerly. Yuan Bin's hearty laughter came from the other end of the phone: "Made, you will never imagine that this matter is much smoother than we expected!" "Oh? You mean, no one suspects that you tampered with the autopsy report?"

"Yes, they trusted me a lot and didn't think about it at all. Yesterday afternoon, the body was cremated, and now it's impossible for anyone to find out that I falsified the time of death." "So, no one has come to claim that corpse?" "Police issued announcements in surrounding towns to claim the body, but no one came. The police couldn't wait and cremated it." "Did the police investigate it? Is this a murder?" "Well... how should I put it, this is not important anymore, because nothing can be found on this corpse to prove his identity. In addition, after so many days, no one has come to claim it or report the crime , so the police are going to deal with this matter coldly and will not continue the investigation.”

Med breathed a sigh of relief: "Really? That's really great." Yuan Bin on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment: "Why, I don't seem too happy from your tone of voice?" "I...ah, no..." "What's the matter, what are you still worried about?" Med's eyes focused on the broken glass, he thought for a while, and said, "I don't know why, I have a very bad feeling, I always feel that this matter is not that simple, maybe... it's not Finish." There was silence on the phone. "I'm sorry, maybe I'm thinking too much, maybe..."

"No, Meide." Yuan Bin said, "Actually, I also felt this way, but I didn't say it out loud. But I didn't expect you to feel this way too." Then there was another half minute of silence. "I'm always thinking, is the drowning case a few days ago really just a coincidence? Or... is it hinting to us?" Mead said. "What do you think is going on here?" "No, I don't know. But I think we'd be deluding ourselves too much if it were a coincidence." "Made, I've actually wanted to say for a long time—maybe, we should find Yu Hui and Li Yuan and listen to their opinions. After all, the four of us experienced this matter together, so we should discuss it together now."

"Yes, I think so too. But since high school, they have lost contact with us completely. Can we still find them now?" "As long as we want to find them, it's not difficult." Yuan Bin said, "Well, leave this matter to me, and I'll find a way to contact them." "Okay, let me know as soon as you hear from them." "I will, bye." "goodbye."