Dream Guide

Doctors made last-ditch efforts to revive Mei's heartbeat and consciousness, but all were in vain.

Mei Ziqing did not leave, but stayed by her side. Just like a child who has lost a loved one, she was heartbroken and choked with tears. Tears rolled out of her red and swollen eyes. No one doubts her feelings for the professor, and even she herself firmly believes in her sincerity for the professor. The death of this man who was also her father, friend and lover was definitely a heavy blow to her.

An hour later, the doctor shook his head at Mei Ziqing and left the ward.

Before sending it to the funeral home, Mei Ziqing decided to sort out the professor's remains in person. She was afraid that the funeral home groomer would be too rude or casual due to lack of reverence. People like the professor who had made great contributions to the progress of human civilization should be respected, whether in life or after death.

She carefully cleaned the professor's body, pried open his mouth, and dug out the blood clots left in his mouth when he vomited blood. She used a toothbrush and dental floss to carefully clean the gaps between the professor's teeth. Then she rinsed his mouth with water in his mouth, mouth to mouth. . She used cotton swabs to carefully brush out the foreign matter in the professor's nasal cavity, and carefully combed every hair, eyebrow and beard of the professor.

Except for her eyes, because she was wearing those special "sunglasses", she never moved. She decided to fulfill his last wish - to leave this world decently and quietly while wearing a space box. Even when the doctor wanted to observe the pupil scatter to judge death, she was stopped by her. Doctors do not insist on using this primitive method of determining death. Anyway, various modern instruments connected to the body have already made more scientific and accurate judgments.

Finally, she helped the professor change into brand new clothes and began writing the obituary.

She carefully considered every word and sentence, deleted and revised it several times, and read it over and over again after writing it to avoid inappropriate words and sentences. She did not rush to send it to the media. Instead, she sent the obituary text to the public relations director of the laboratory and asked him to contact other units. After all, Mei Yiqiu was not only a member of the laboratory, but also a member of the Third Space Foundation, the United Nations He serves on the Space Committee, the Association for Science and Technology and the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference. In a sense, he belongs to the whole world.

It was already night when all this was done, and Mei Ziqing did not leave, but kept vigil for Mei Yiqiu in the hospital. In Chinese tradition, after an old man passes away, his children and relatives must keep vigil for him, otherwise the old man's soul will not be able to travel safely. Mei Yiqiu has no children, and her only lover also spread her spirit to the whole world in that televised speech. Mei Ziqing felt that she was the professor's dearest person.

The air conditioner in the room cannot reach a temperature similar to that of a morgue. Fortunately, the weather is very cold at this time of year, and the warm and humid air from the south has not yet overcome the cold air from Siberia. She turned off the air conditioner and opened all the windows to let in the cold wind from outside. The ward immediately became cold.

Mei Ziqing was shivering from the cold, but she persisted and sat quietly in front of the hospital bed all night. It was not until early the next morning that she sent Mei Yiqiu's body to the funeral home and confirmed the time and process of the memorial service. Then she said goodbye to Mei Yiqiu's body. Return to May's Laboratory.

The sky is bright and light, with some light rain falling. She saw Bian Ziyuan sitting on the stone steps at the door, smoking a cigarette without an umbrella.

The smoke barely kept burning in the drizzle, and the moist smell of smoke solidified in the air, making it more choking than usual.

Mei Ziqing saw the pain of losing a loved one on Bian Ziyuan's face.

There is no doubt that the staff in the laboratory have deep feelings for Mei Yiqiu, but that is limited to the feelings between leaders and the led, mentors and students, and comrades who work together. At most, there are some intellectuals. Even if Bian Ziyuan was special, he would not be as sad as if his biological father died.

What makes Mei Ziqing even more confused is that this sad air is obviously mixed with many complex flavors - confusion, annoyance, self-blame, depression...

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Lao Yu is dead." Bian Ziyuan took a long puff of cigarette, his hands shaking a little.

Only then did Mei Ziqing suddenly realize, and then she accused him with a stern face: "How did he die? I asked you to stare at him, but I didn't ask you to do anything!"

"I have been monitoring him since I received your call. He took the initiative to invite me to drink last night. I was drunk before, but this time he was drunk. I thought it would be okay if I just drank a little, but I didn't I thought he put sleeping pills in his wine." Bian Ziyuan lowered his head as he spoke.

"Take me to see it." Mei Ziqing said.

Bian Ziyuan stood up and accompanied Mei Ziqing to Yu Jianguo's dormitory.

The room was very narrow and filled with a lot of clutter, but it was still neat. There was a narrow single bed in the corner, and Yu Jianguo lay quietly on the bed.

Bian Ziyuan said: "I drank a lot last night, but I was still sober, so I squinted for a while in the office upstairs. I set an alarm. If he leaves or something unusual happens, the system will alarm. I wake up It was already after four o'clock when I was there. I was sober at that time, but I always felt that something was wrong, so I came down to take a look and found that he was not breathing. I remembered that when we were drinking last night, he prepared two bottles of wine. What he drank was not the same as mine. Same bottle. And then I found this—"

He opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet and took out a bottle of sleeping pills and a shopping receipt, "I just bought it yesterday. The dosage used, plus the effect of alcohol, is enough to be fatal."

Mei Ziqing walked over and sniffed Yu Jianguo's breath, then opened her eyelids and took a look, sighed, and gave up the idea of ​​invading Lao Yu's remaining consciousness.

Bian Ziyuan lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"You should thank him for not poisoning you too." Mei Ziqing said with a straight face, not intending to accept the apology, "If he had used cyanide instead of sleeping pills, even if you didn't die, you would face police investigation later It’s enough for you to drink a pot.”

A cold breath rose from the back of Bian Ziyuan's neck, and he argued unconfidently: "I can drink the sleeping pills in the wine. Cyanide is a controlled substance..."

Mei Ziqing gave him a white look: "There is cyanide in the laboratory upstairs, and don't forget, Lao Yu once worked in the hospital." She looked around as she spoke, "Have you looked for it?"

"After looking through it, they were all scraps discarded from the laboratory. There was nothing of value."

"Look again, it must be here."

"Could it be..." Bian Ziyuan murmured as if he suddenly thought of something.

"What?" Mei Ziqing asked.

Bian Ziyuan said: "The professor gave Lao Yu a space box he used, but I couldn't find it. It was placed here before."

Mei Ziqing nodded: "That's right."

"Are you sure the professor gave the key to the dream to Lao Yu?" Bian Ziyuan asked.

Mei Ziqing said: "I wasn't sure before, but Lao Yu's suicide confirmed my guess. He did not have strong mental protection, and only death could prevent the professor's confession from being exposed. But I don't understand, he How do you know that I already know? What happened to him yesterday? "

Bian Ziyuan suddenly remembered and said, "A young woman came to see him yesterday."

"Young woman?" Mei Ziqing frowned, "I know, it's a nurse from the hospital...with a message...Haha, I should have thought of it earlier!"

"Nurse?" Bian Ziyuan said in surprise, "Did he give the things to the nurse?"

"Impossible." Mei Ziqing shook his head, "That nurse was just carrying a message for the professor. There must be someone else...where else did he go?"

"I just went to the supermarket to buy wine, and maybe a pharmacy." Bian Ziyuan shook the sleeping pills and said.

"Would you know if you checked the surveillance in those places?" Mei Ziqing said.

Bian Ziyuan suddenly turned red and shouted angrily: "I am Bian Ziyuan, not a flirt!"

Mei Ziqing said nothing, just looked at him coldly.

Bian Ziyuan's momentum finally weakened, and he lowered his head. After a moment, he said, "It's Yao Jingjing from the security company. He met Yao Jingjing while he was going shopping and gave her the things."

"Is it that space box?"

"Yes."

"Where is Yao Jingjing now?"

"She went to the airport last night. The flight was at eight o'clock. The destination was...Cairo!"