Chapter 18 Mysterious Chromosomes

Mo Fei was sitting on the sofa, holding Meng Die's last book in his hand. In February 2011, this story that started nine years ago was finally made public. Perhaps Meng Die had anticipated her own ending, and even planned to decorate this last work as a commemoration of her life.All the characters in it have used pseudonyms, only her own character is so real, so nakedly flaunting Meng Die's name.She wants to put memories into the book, she wants to put feelings into the book, she sees a cruel but emotional world with her own eyes, and she uses her own life to describe a final end.A life leaves this world so lightly, and what is left behind is so heavy.

Could Fei follow the path that Meng Die expected him to take, without the episode of An Ran, the final death of the killer and the employer made the real motive an eternal secret.She protected Mo Fei's love, An Ran's love, and Situ Le's love.She protected everyone, but she no longer has the ability to protect her love.Perhaps, this is the so-called price. Could it be that he put down the book and turned on the computer.The discussion on the Internet is quite intense. Fans of Meng Die absolutely believe that the whole character of Meng Die is just a writing method, a means to draw in the character and readers, and it is just a beautiful touch in the novel.Of course, Meng Die's sudden retirement and disappearance, coupled with the documentary and delicacy of the novel, also aroused the suspicion that Meng Die was the killer.However, could it be that he is already calm about this.The only thing I can't let go of is the woman I saw in the cemetery last fall.It's been half a year, and this woman hasn't appeared again, and Mo Fei has been hiding it from Situ and Junze. It's just that in the past few days, he often dreams about this woman, and he has a bad feeling in his heart.Mo Fei walked to the large portrait of Meng Die, frowning.Who is this woman?Maybe it's time for Situ and the others to investigate.

At this time the doorbell rang, and it was Situ and Junze.These two guys have nothing good every time they come to the door, and today they also gave them a headache.Could it be that after opening the door, he first told about the cemetery, which surprised Situ and Junze. "What? Meng Die!" Situ called out, "How is this possible?" "Did you miss her so much, so—" Jun Ze didn't believe it either. "I'm a lawyer," Mo Fei played his lawyer card, "I don't believe in such things as ghosts and gods, and I don't have spiritual illusions." Mo Fei looked at Jun Ze apologetically, "I can't make a mistake."

"Meng Die is no longer here. You guarded her coffin and buried her yourself," Jun Ze said. "I know, but I can't read it wrong," Mofei said with certainty, "I'm sure that what I saw that day was Meng Die—" Mo Fei looked at Jun Ze's extremely suspicious eyes, "It looks the same as Meng Die A woman." Mo Fei corrected. "It's a bit rational to talk like that," Situ patted him, "but the world is so big, there are too many people who look alike, and some people in the police station say that I look like Chen Hao." "Who is it?" Mo Fei asked.

"Big star." Jun Ze smiled, and said to Situ, "It's stinky, you are." "You guys please." Mo Fei was not happy. "Okay, okay, it's our fault," Situ quickly grabbed him, "I'm not joking, we have business to see you." "What's the matter, who was caught by you again and asked me to be a defense lawyer. I have professional ethics. If there is a conflict of interest, you don't come to my house until the judge pronounces the sentence." Mo Fei pushed them away. "A female corpse was found in Saigon, have you read the news?" Jun Ze's serious voice came.

"I saw it." Mo Fei was a little puzzled, "Why, don't tell me, it has something to do with me." "The corpse has nothing to do with you, but we have something to do with you." Situ smiled rascally. "Hey, you guys have professional ethics." Mo Fei pointed at him. "You can't keep your job, so what's the point?" Jun Ze scratched his head. "No way," Mo Fei said with a look of fear, "It's fine for Situ to say such things, but you too... you are not saved." "I told you he won't help," Jun Ze stood up helplessly, "Let's go, Situ."

"The deceased was a woman, disfigured, without documents, without obvious physical characteristics, no one claimed the body, and there is no record of the missing persons, so you can't determine the identity of the deceased, all investigations can only be put aside," Mo Fei looked up at them, "Yes no?" "Wow—this is the brother." Situ went over and patted him fiercely, "Forget about Meng Die, the most practical thing is to help us solve the case." Could it be that he shook his head and smiled bitterly, and later he would know that this suffering has its roots after all.

The room was very dark, very dark, with thick curtains blocking the warm light at dusk, as if trapped in a dark cave, with no temperature and no living breath. A thin woman was sitting on the bedside, with an old-fashioned tape recorder beside her, and the sound of the tape spinning could be faintly heard. Listening to the story, the woman sometimes smiles and sometimes is sad, and the purity of the heart can be seen in the frown. It is a child-like smile without distracting thoughts, pure and clean, but weak and weak.