The Creator of the Second Dimension

Hearing this sentence, Han Qingwen was a little dazed.

His grades were not good, and his parents often said so. Once something happened, his family would think it was Han Qingwen's fault. In their eyes, he seemed to be this incompetent son.

Han Qingwen didn't like his family, and felt like he was picked. They didn't care about him at all, just like today, his parents didn't even say happy birthday to him.

The story continues, just when people thought that this little gangster was the cause of the fire, an investigation report was sent to the Forensic Science Research Center. It turned out that the cause of the fire was not intentional arson, but an old power strip that caught fire. This guy who looks like a gangster is also one of the victims.

During the investigation, Dr. Qin from the research center found that the rope marks on the deceased were not caused by being bound, but by a binding method used by firefighters to drag unconscious people at the scene of the fire. It turned out that the deceased was not Seeking revenge, instead trying to rescue those unconscious during the fire.

The scene returned to the bungalow full of rubbish. Director Shen brought the intern Xiao Xiao to visit again. Halfway through the game, the director's phone rang, and Xiao Xiao took the place of chess. He was very skilled at chess and quickly defeated the old man.

Director Shen learned on the phone that the survivors had woken up. She told everyone that the dead man who looked like a gangster often appeared in that building. He had a very good relationship with all the stores. There are many photos, all of which were taken by him and the other nine dead, in a harmonious manner.

All the truth came out.

At the Forensic Medicine Research Center, the doctors invited the parents of the deceased, and Xiao Xiao explained the whole incident to them.

"Mr. Chen Shanquan often came to play in the building where the fire broke out, and he had a good relationship with the shopkeepers. After the fire broke out, he tied the surviving lady with a rope in the same way as a firefighter, and rescued her from the building. Then he went in again to save other people, but never came out again, and the suspected beating scars on his body were all left during the fire rescue process."

Taking out the photos taken by Chen Shanquan and others, Xiao Xiao continued.

"According to the surviving woman, Chen Shanquan often said that he had been in prison and committed crimes before, and he had no face to go home again, but he met other people who opened the shop here, and he would come here every New Year's holiday to meet with him. We spend it together, this is his home. So, he chose to rush back to help others, he had a chance to escape."

In the photo, there is a group photo of Chen Shanquan with men, women and children. Although he was originally fierce, even the smile he squeezed out didn't look so good-looking, but even so, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The scene switches to the scene where Chen Shanquan tried his best to lift other people who were unconscious due to the smoke in the middle of the fire. He was burned, hit by the fragments of the explosion, and hit on the back by the collapsed building. Even so, he still working hard to help others.

"There are deep scars on his body from being strangled by ropes. This is because he wanted to escape with people at first, but found that the exit was blocked by flames, so he could only carry others up again and again. The reason why most of the bodies were found on the fourth floor, Chen Shanquan, Mr. Chen Shanquan waited for rescue until the last moment, and firmly believed that everyone could be saved."

Accompanied by the commentary and background music, Han Qingwen had already forgotten that he was watching an animation. He could only stare at the screen in a daze, unable to speak a word.

"According to the lady who was rescued, these small shopkeepers would get together for dinner during the Chinese New Year. Mr. Chen Shanquan often sighed, wondering what his parents are doing now, have you eaten the New Year's Eve dinner, I really want to eat at home meal."

Xiaoxiao's voice trembled slightly, trying to keep himself calm as he narrated.

"In fact, he always wanted to go home."

"Then come back. Every year, we wait for him to come back."

The mother collapsed first, she couldn't make a sound, and said with tears in her eyes.

As for the father, he did not shed tears, but silently picked up the photo of his son.

"I used to be a firefighter, and I taught him this method of saving lives."

His voice was restrained and emotional, looking at his son's smile in the photo, the father said.

"So you always remember."

The background music reached its climax here, and Han Qingwen burst into tears at some point. He took out a piece of paper and tried to wipe away the tears, but found that the tears were getting more and more, and he couldn't hold it back at all.

The story is not over yet, Chen Shanquan's body was sent away, and the intern Xiaoxiao found his father. Facing his father's questioning, he changed his previous timidity and said with a straight chest.

"Although I am still an immature person, in the Forensic Science Research Center, I learned one thing, that is, forensic medicine is not a useless remedy, but a discipline that exists for the future. The existence of forensic medicine is for the people who are still alive the right to the last words of the dead."

Xiaoxiao's father didn't say anything, but left silently with a complicated expression.

He returned to the research institute, and when he was cleaning the warehouse, he found that the ashes of the wife of the old man in the garbage house had disappeared at some point.

The picture came to the garbage house, and there was a ceramic box on the table of the ragged old man. He opened it, looked inside, understatement, and then sighed as if it was a thousand weights.

"You're getting smaller"

The background music stopped abruptly at this moment.

A singing voice drifted out.

It would be great if all this was a dream, and I can still find you in the dream.

It's like returning home to retrieve forgotten things and clean up dusty memories.

Happiness is irretrievable, you finally told me.

Those dark pasts that are not mentioned to others, without you, they will sleep forever in the dark.

The female voice as pure as glass is clear and flawless, and the melody is clear and sweet, just like a song from the long past.

Infected by the singing, Han Qingwen burst into tears. He had already used up all the paper on the table, but he couldn't stop his tears.

At this moment, the door of the house was opened.

With hazy eyes, Han Qingwen saw his father and mother coming back together. The mother was holding a big birthday cake in her hand, while the father was holding a box of assembled models that Han Qingwen had wanted for a long time.

"Qingwen, what's wrong?"

The mother found her son sobbing on the sofa in the living room, immediately put down the cake, came to Han Qingwen's side, patted him on the back, and asked with concern.

"Sorry, we wanted to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect it"

The bad-spoken father looked at Han Qingwen and thought it was because of him.

"I thought, I thought you forgot."

Han Qingwen broke down in tears and said, I don't know why, it should have been a happy moment, but his tears were more than before.

"Silly boy, how could we forget."

The mother comforted her, her voice was soft, like the lullaby she sang when she was a child.

"Qingwen, happy birthday."

The voices of the parents rang in the ears at the same time, and the singing of "Lemon" continued in the background.

Even the sadness of that day, even the pain of that day, together with you who I love so much, turned into the bitter lemon aroma deeply imprinted in my heart, and I can't go back until the rain is over and the sky is clear.

To this day, you are still my light.