2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

Yan Muyun couldn't remember how many times he had come to the police station. Several younger policemen in the office would even greet him with a familiar face when they saw him, even though they might not even know his name. What.

"Good morning, this way." Zhang Xixue, wearing a light blue police uniform not far away, waved to her.

"Oh." Yan Muyun responded and walked over.

"This is for you." Zhang Xixue pushed a can of iced coffee on the table, then pulled a chair from the seat next to her and gestured: "Sit down, I want to show you a video before meeting Dai Senwu."

"Thank you." Yan Muyun was not polite, he sat on the chair carelessly, opened the coffee and took a sip.

Zhang Xixue slid the mouse and clicked twice, and a dim video appeared on the computer screen. In the center of the screen was a haggard old man wearing an oxygen mask. It could be vaguely seen that the background was a hospital ward.

"Police...Comrade, if you can see...cough cough, cough cough..."

The old man spoke with great difficulty, his voice was as hoarse and weak as a broken bellows. Before he could finish the sentence, he started coughing violently. His face was full of pain, as if he was about to cough out his lungs.

The back of a man appeared in the video, and he seemed to want to step forward to comfort him, but the old man weakly waved his hand to make him step back.

Although only half of the man's figure appeared, Yan Muyun still recognized that the other person was Dai Senwu.

"Comrade police, if...if you can see this video, please believe...it was me...I died of my own volition...but I really couldn't commit suicide... I'm too weak...I don't want to implicate Awu...my son is innocent..."

The entire video lasts about two minutes. The old man was obviously in great pain during the process. The narrative is confusing and logically contradictory. Sometimes a sentence will be repeated three or four times unconsciously.

But even so, what the old man wanted to express was still very clear, that is, he died completely voluntarily and hoped that the police and society would not embarrass his son.

After the video ends, it returns to the beginning and is paused. In the still picture, the old man's cloudy eyes are staring straight ahead, as if pleading with the viewer on the other side of the screen.

After a long silence, Yan Muyun asked softly: "In this case, how long will Dai Senwu be sentenced?"

"The victim asked him to help him commit suicide. The crime is relatively minor and he will probably be sentenced to about three years." Zhang Xixue sighed.

"Then...I'll go see him now." Yan Muyun pursed his lips, stood up and left.

Zhang Xixue looked at the iced coffee on the table that she had only taken a sip of. She hesitated for a moment whether to remind the other party, but in the end she just reached out and placed it in a corner where it was hard to reach.

...

In the interrogation room of the police station, Dai Senwu, who was handcuffed, looked pale and tired. The cigarette in his mouth had burned to the end, and the long ash hung like a half-dead insect.

There is no trace of life in this ordinary, featureless man now, as if his soul has been taken away, leaving only a rotten body in the world.

The door of the interrogation room was opened, and a young man wearing white short-sleeved shirts walked in and sat at the table.

Dai Senwu slowly raised his head, and when he saw the other person's appearance clearly, his cloudy eyes lit up. The ash that was already hanging tremblingly on the cigarette holder fell on the table and broke into several pieces.

"Here?" His tone was unexpectedly calm, with no hatred, no anger, no grievance, just some kind of inexplicable relief.

"Yeah." Yan Muyun only replied with one word.

"I have two children. My brother is named Dai Xing and my sister is named Dai Yue. They were named according to the word 'Phi Xing Dai Yue'. When I first named my brother, I didn't think so much about it. It was only after my sister was born that we thought of this word. Since my brother is The sister of the stars is the moon, the stars surround the moon, and the moon lies in the arms of the stars.”

Dai Senwu said a lot in one breath, but the meaning of his words was confusing, as if he didn't mean to express anything in the first place, and was just chatting about family matters.

"It's a nice name." Yan Muyun agreed.

"My dad got it. The old man was uneducated in his early years, but later he liked reading when he got older." Dai Senwu smiled, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the table and handed it over with both hands. The reason why he handed it over with both hands was because Wearing handcuffs.

"Thank you, I don't smoke." Yan Muyun pursed his lips.

Dai Senwu put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it with a lighter: "My mother died early. She left when I was a teenager. I have lived with my father all these years. His old man has always said that he has no Culture also complained that I was not good at studying and could not make a difference. But fortunately, my wife lived up to her expectations and improved the stupid genes of our Lao Dai family and gave birth to two smart children."

"Xingxing is in sixth grade. He has a strong temper but is very smart. He is in the top three in the next grade. Moon is still young and is very good at memorizing ancient poems. He can memorize a long poem that I can't even read smoothly by flipping through the book in ten minutes. "

Yan Muyun was very quiet, just looking at the other person calmly, indicating that he was listening to him carefully.

Dai Senwu lay back on the chair and blew out a stream of white smoke from his mouth: "The old man is so happy... I am so happy. When I go out to play chess, I have to brag about my grandchildren. What we talk about is that the old Dai family will become prosperous in this generation."

His tone was slightly high and smiling one second, and then became as low as a deep well the next second: "Then a year ago, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. It is in the advanced stage and will die immediately without surgery. With surgery, he can Just stick with it for another one to two years.”

"I chose to have surgery, was hospitalized later, spent a lot of money, and then regretted it."

Dai Senwu pressed the cigarette on the table and twisted it slightly. When he raised his hand, the twisted cigarette holder stood there crookedly: "It's not that I feel bad about the money, it's just that my dad is in too much pain. This old man has been mentally exhausted all his life. I have never had any serious illness, but this time I fell completely ill."

"He was tall, fat, and walked around the park several times every day without breathing. The aunt who danced in the square would compete with him as her dance partner every night. As a result, he deflated in almost the blink of an eye, and he came back to his senses and lay on the hospital bed. All that's left is a dry skeleton."

"His condition has gotten worse and worse in the past few months. Every day he is either comatose or talking nonsense. During that time, my friends around me tried to persuade me to give up treatment, but I just couldn't make up my mind. Until a few days ago, the old man Finally regained some consciousness, held my hand and said..."

Dai Senwu took a deep breath, his eyes red: "He said: Ah Wu, kill me."

Hearing this, Yan Muyun finally couldn't bear it anymore and said hesitantly, "So you just did it?"

"Yes."

"Since this is what the old man wants, why not just give up the treatment?"

"The old man was confused at the time and may have forgotten this option." Dai Senwu clenched his hands into fists.

"What about you?" Yan Muyun looked at him.

"I...of course I remember, but when my dad said that request himself..."

Two tears slipped down the man's cheeks: "When I think about how long he will have to spend in pain and torture after giving up treatment, I can't bear it... I can't bear to let him live any longer in this fucking world. Stay for a second."

"And when my father learned that I was willing to help him, he even forgot that he had the right to give up treatment. He actually asked to record a video to prove that he died voluntarily, trying not to involve me."