"Its actual age is about three days. In view of its complicated birth process, there are too many external factors that interfere...
Ye Zhaoling looked blankly at Tong Yan, the little girl who jumped up and barely hit her own knees.
With big wavy pink hair, a round face, a thin body, thin arms and legs, he looks like a feather duster turned into sperm, and his big head is full of wisdom.
Ye Zhaoling was envious. Looking at himself, he was almost taller than the shortest tank in the world. He was getting taller and taller every year, and his brain was getting slower and slower every year.
Last year, my net height was measured at 181.5. However, the wide-leg pants that were sweeping the floor last year have exposed my ankles this year.
Why couldn't she stop and grow her brain?
Tong Yan looked at the wandering people and shrugged slyly: "Actually, it has nothing to do with these factors. Anyway, you just need to know that with the current level of technology, no measuring instrument can be truly accurate to the second.
."
“It’s pretty good to be accurate to the sky.”
Only then did Ye Zhaoling find her voice: "You mean, it's just like the fake antiques on TV. It looks like it's from Shang and Zhou Dynasty, but it's actually from last week?"
Ye Cha replied: "A very cute metaphor."
Liu Dihua was blunt: "A very ugly metaphor."
Liu Dihua put down the cattail leaf fan in her hand, put on her plastic gloves, picked up a short knife, and made two gestures: "It is a knife. It was just made three days ago. The one lying next to it is longer and more beautiful."
The sharp knife, like it, was freshly baked three days ago."
"The instrument is infallible. All kinds of data we need, all kinds of references we need, it will always tell us the truth."
"The multi-function pen detected that the oldest scratches on the knife handles came from ten years ago. This means that these knives -"
"They were born on June 6, 2033, and have been used for ten years."
Before Ye Zhaoling could answer, Ye Cha took off his glasses, folded his hands together, and said with a deep look: "Ms. Liu, leave the rest of the questioning to our Officer Deng. You can go home."
Tong Yan sneered: "Ms. Liu, an enthusiastic citizen, Ye is trying to drive you away, for fear that you will overwhelm him and steal his limelight."
Ye Cha smiled, without refuting or responding, and looked at Liu Dihua: "The law is serious, but human nature is warm. As a special management agency, when handling cases, it needs to be both legal and well-founded, and also to be reasonable.
"
"We handle cases in a humane manner, not just to silence people and ignore their voices."
Liu Dihua picked up the cattail leaf fan: "Oh, today is such a good day. Ye Cha, when did you become human again?"
Tong Yan didn't save any face: "What are you pretending to do? It's disgusting."
Ye Zhaoling sat next to him and didn't dare to breathe. He only knew that the two ladies had a very subtle attitude towards the only man present.
Atmosphere, after being placed in the refrigerator, will slowly solidify like water.
The colorful neon lights are intertwined around several people. They are supposed to weave a warm space, but on the contrary, people are stretched out and covered with thorns.
Ye Cha seemed completely unaware of the increasingly solemn and suffocating situation, and said to himself: "Humanized handling of cases and handling cases in accordance with the law are not contradictory, but complementary. The combination of the two can achieve fairness and justice and demonstrate the judicial civilization of today's society.
The double effect.”
"Now is the time for us to hear what the person involved can tell us."
Liu Dihua threw the cattail leaf fan on the table and ignored Ye Cha's words: "The evidence shows that they all appeared on June 6, 2033. Miraculously, they all have a useful life of up to ten years."
"It's June 10, 2033."
"Excuse me, how do you make a 'baby' knife that is only three days old suddenly travel across the long river of time and go back to ten years ago?"
"These knives are dead things without thought. They can never grow legs on their own. With a hiss, they suddenly pierce the palm where time and space intersect."
"Only humans can..."
"You understand? Only humans can do that!!"
"She illegally invaded Qingcheng Xiaohujie——
The eleventh suspect."
——
Liu Dihua moved a chair and sat down, then hammered her legs: "Okay, little girl, stop pretending, everyone here knows where you came from."
Tong Yan suddenly suggested: "Since we all think her situation is special, why not let me do a check-up for her? I don't think she is a person who would choose to commit a crime subjectively."
Ye Cha shook his head: "We are a judicial management agency, not a relief center, and we cannot provide inspections."
"You can't, but I guess I can. I'm a high free citizen."
"She's not."
The atmosphere fell into silence again.
Ye Cha smiled slightly, but softened his tone: "Even if he is a prisoner who is about to be shot, we still respect him."
Ye Cha took out a file from the compartment under the coffee table and spread it in front of Ye Zhaoling.
"These are the ten registered shareholders."
Ye Zhaoling opened the booklet and saw Ye Ba's face on the first page, with very little information on it.
"Name: Chu Shanhong, donated 5 million to Hope Primary School."
"Name: Zhang Yu, donate 5 million to Fair Manor."
The remaining eight people each donated 200,000 to an "unknown organization."
There is no name Ye Zhaoling.
Yes, there is an invading outsider in Qingcheng Mountain.
This invading outsider is Ye Zhaoling herself.
Ye Zhaoling read the file calmly, closed the book, and nodded, indicating that he understood.
The reason why she was not surprised was, on the one hand, that what Liu Dihua said just now gave her an enlightenment, and on the other hand, it was because there were traces of all this before the complete chaos in "Qingcheng Mountain".
When going down the mountain with Ye Ba, Ye Ba reminded him that there were ten outsiders in total, and Ye Zhaoling naturally classified himself as one of the ten outsiders.
However, she soon stopped thinking so.
Because for ten years, Ye Ba tried to tame her and made friends with her. Ye Jiu had strange feelings for her and was always around her.
Zhang Yu got close because he married her.
But looking at the others, "Ye Er", "Ye San"... "Ye Qi", she first thought that one of these people might not be an outsider.
Unfortunately, clues from the past reveal their unity. This unity does not depend on their personalities, but depends on their ability to show repulsive behavior towards Ye Zhaoling almost at the same time.
This kind of rejection is not like indifference because Ye Zhaoling cannot bring them any benefits, but more like the xenophobia of "those who are not from my race must have different hearts."
Ye Zhaoling had always been unable to understand the rejection, and finally at this moment, she got the answer.
Because she is an intruder.
One more thing.
Perhaps there is one more point, the most crucial point.
Ye Ba and Ye Jiu both chose to remain silent about Ye Zhaoling.
Ye Cha smiled and said: "In addition to the shareholders who have their own teams who need to ensure their own safety, there are also nine other shareholders."
"There are only ten places that can legally enter and leave Xiaohu in Qingcheng Mountain."
Ye Zhaoling slowly raised his head.
Yes, that's it.
Ye San died in the fire on Qingcheng Mountain, but she was the one who came out alive.
As long as one of the ten people dies, Ye Zhaoling, as the intruder, can leave "Qingcheng Mountain" naturally, otherwise she will be trapped inside forever.
"Miss suspect, you should realize as soon as possible that no matter what, you can't pretend to be stupid now."
Liu Dihua turned around and left the laboratory.
"..."
The heavy protective door opened with a clang, and Officer Deng, unshaven and sweating profusely, walked in carrying a bulging fertilizer bag.
His voice was full of anger: "Miss Ye, what she means is very simple. You are a law-abiding citizen living in the 21st century. You must be responsible for all your actions. Avoiding will not solve the problem."
"I didn't escape." Ye Zhaoling said decisively.
"As you said, I am... an intruder. I believe you did not lie to me, and the facts will not deceive anyone."
"Unfortunately, I have lost all my memories. Except for the ten years I lived in Qingcheng Mountain, I feel unfamiliar with everything in the outside world."
"I don't know anything about anything I've done."
"But that doesn't mean I will deny it, nor does it mean I will definitely admit it."
Ye Zhaoling stood up slowly: "As you can see, I have a dozen large and small wounds on my body. They are like medals on my body. I don't think they are ugly."
"On the contrary, I think that is proof that I still exist in this world. Whether it is that world or this world, in fact, I don't understand why there is a difference between them, and I don't care about it at all. However, I still want to tell you
,——
"What you see, I am standing in front of you alive now! I have never chosen to escape."
"I have never had the idea you said, that escape is the best way to solve all problems."
"Please look directly at me."
"On my shoulders, chest, legs, back, all the fatal wounds... Even at this moment, you can still see how rampant it is, and the blood is still rushing out through them!"
"But I didn't choose to lie on the ground and sigh loudly, cursing fate, this bitch, for playing with me to death."
"I resisted all sins and fought my way out."
"It's to find myself, who I am, where I come from, and where I'm going. When necessary, I will definitely find my own memory."
"I thought I could finally breathe a sigh of relief when I returned to the sun, but suddenly I found that I couldn't. My pain still exists. They proved to me that everything I experienced was not an illusion."
"They are definitely not the bland fantasies you talk about."
"They all really exist in me, and no one is qualified to deny them easily. They are proof that I have fought hard!"
"It proves that an ordinary person struggling in the gap of death hopes to find herself in the light, even though this decision is extremely difficult."
"If I really choose to escape, I will never pick up my own weapons and fight back..."
"Then I would have been just like the female corpse you carried down at noon..."
"Burned beyond recognition."
Tong Yan shook the beaker in her hand. The pink potion was crystal clear. She handed it to Ye Zhaoling: "It will stop bleeding."
"I didn't let these hurts wash over me, and I don't think I was at fault."
