he can't see our ears

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw a strange ceiling. On one side, there was a large blue curtain.

Why is this environment so familiar?hospital ward?It seems to be different... Oh, by the way, it's not the ward, but the observation room of the emergency department.

I lay on that kind of narrow bed that I could push, and I sat up easily without any pain in my body,

Someone opened the curtain and came in.Not the eldest brother, but a woman.At first I thought she was in the wrong place, and then I remembered that she was the policewoman from before.Today she was wearing civilian clothes, and I didn't recognize her for a while.

Seeing that I was awake, she went out to call the doctor again.The doctor came to take a brief look at my condition and said something to her. I was in a trance and couldn't hear clearly.

The beds in the emergency observation room were tight, and seeing that I was fine, she asked me to leave with her.

Walking out of the hospital, the sky was bright outside, and it turned out that the night had passed.

The policewoman led me through several alleys to a snack bar.The store is hidden deep in the residential area, and it has already passed the peak of breakfast, and there is no one in the store, except for the boss, and we are the only ones.

It is estimated that the policewoman often comes to this store. She only said "two servings" to the boss, but did not say what it was two servings. The boss nodded and went to the back kitchen.

In the previous few conversations, the policewoman had always been a smiling and caring sister, but today she kept her face tense the whole time.While waiting for the boss to cook, she sat seriously opposite me, without saying a word of greeting.

Not long after, the boss brought the meal, which was two bowls of small wontons.In fact, I should be hungry. I didn't eat much yesterday, but looking at these foods, I don't want to eat at all.The white and pink color, the small shape, and the tiny glittering and translucent oil on the soup, I always think of that pearl last night.

The boss put down the bowl and went to the back, probably deliberately leaving room for us to talk.I hesitated to hold the chopsticks and spoon, and I couldn't eat it all the time, but the policewoman ate it very quickly.

After eating almost, she finally started to talk about the business: "It's like this. Actually, I have something very important to tell you, but... well, I don't know where to start. Let me talk about yesterday first."

"Yesterday?" I asked, "Oh yeah, what happened to me yesterday?"

"You don't remember?" she asked.

"I..." Actually I remember.I remember what happened at Big Brother's house, but where does that start...

Seeing that I was in a trance, she went on talking.

It was a coincidence that the police wanted to visit the elder brother's house last night.They called me to talk about it, but my phone has been out of service.It's not shutting down the phone, nor is it rejecting the call after dialing, but it's not in the service area.

They couldn't find me, so they decided to visit the house first.When they arrived at the eldest brother's house, they saw that the door was wide open and I was lying on the ground.

They hurriedly checked my condition, dialed 120, and gave me simple first aid on the spot.While checking the airway, they found a sugar stuck in my windpipe.

When the policewoman said this, I suddenly looked up.

It may be that my face was too ugly, she was startled by my reaction and paused.

But I didn't say anything, I just echoed a few times casually and asked her to continue talking.

In short, I was sent to the hospital, and after examination, I was fine.It looked like I accidentally got a foreign object stuck in my throat while eating, but just in case, the police temporarily kept the candy as physical evidence.

Then a strange thing happened.

During my drowsiness, the sugar melted in the sealed evidence bag, turning into a viscous lump of unknown substance.Now it is not in the hands of the policewoman, it may have been sent for testing, she did not mention the follow-up, and did not show it to me.

Another group of people took a brief look at the eldest brother's room according to the original plan, but found no clues.Hearing this, I panicked, fearing that outsiders would see those diaries of my eldest brother... Then I thought about it, they were investigating the disappearance of my eldest brother, and they were not searching for the criminals. Maybe they wouldn't go through things so carefully... …

The policewoman asked if I ate the candy myself. I wanted to answer no, but I was not sure... What happened to me last night?I really can't describe it at all.

In the end, I can only say that I don't know.I drank and can't remember if I ate sugar or not.

The policewoman nodded.She also told me that it wasn't all because of a foreign body stuck in my throat that she was looking for me today, or that it was really just a coincidence that they saved me. Contact me to call me out.

She brought me here because she had something more important to tell me.

I leaned forward slightly, anticipating "something important."

She reminded me: "These things... are a bit delicate. Ordinarily we don't have to tell you, but after all, it involves your close relatives. I don't know if you can think of other clues, so let's tell you... Today I Chatting with you in a private capacity, you may hear some outrageous things, I hope you are mentally prepared."

"About my brother?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Found him?"

She shook her head: "No, it's just... it's a clue, but there's no big progress."

Today she speaks hesitantly, she was not like this before.

I nodded: "It's okay, you tell me, I'm listening, I'm mentally prepared."

She took out her phone and put it in front of me.I didn't understand her intention at first.

She said that since my brother disappeared on the way from city A to the provincial capital, they must first check the monitoring facilities along the road.I have talked about the disappearance process of my eldest brother, but the police do not rule out the possibility that I may have misremembered the details, so I can’t just rely on my narrative, but also look at objective video records.

The first is the surveillance video in the small guest house.The surveillance in the corridor was broken and we were not photographed; outside the guest house, the surveillance of the small shop across the street captured us.

Then there is the monitoring of the parking lot. Some of them captured me and my eldest brother, while others only captured me.

Up to this point, I haven't noticed anything wrong, but the policewoman's face became more and more ugly, and she deliberately slowed down her speech.

She picked up her phone, opened the photo album, and showed me the saved surveillance screenshots.

She told me that she could flip forward through the photo album, and I flipped through it while listening to her talk.

What's wrong with these surveillance screenshots?I can't see why.Screenshots are blurry.

According to my narrative, the police checked all traffic and security cameras on the driving route.Through the monitoring screen, they can see that I drove out of the urban area, took a toll card at the entrance of the expressway, drove normally on the expressway, and so on.

When looking at the screenshots, I gradually discovered a strange place...

I looked up at her, meeting her gaze.

"You figured it out too," she said.

Yes.These monitoring screenshots seem to be normal, but if you look at them consecutively, a very strange phenomenon will appear...

Every frame has me and the car, but not every frame has Big Brother.

If you look at the pictures alone, the pictures seem to be from different dates. Sometimes I travel alone, and sometimes I have my elder brother by my side.

But no, these pictures were all taken along the road on the same day.

At first I ignored this point, thinking that the picture without the eldest brother was just a matter of angle, and it was just that he was not photographed.If you think about it carefully, you will know that this is impossible. I was very close to him the whole time that day, and it is impossible for me to let him go away alone.

The most obvious is the surveillance screenshot of the highway entrance.At that time, I drove to the artificial window, which was a little far away. I stretched out my hand and found that I couldn't reach it. I had to move the car to stick it inward.The camera captured the moment when I reached out.

There are two screenshots from different angles, one is from the camera, which is located obliquely in front of the car, and the other is from the driving recorder of the car behind at that time.The police found the owner of the car based on surveillance.

The two screenshots were taken at almost the same time.

In the picture in front of the car, I am sitting in the driver's seat with one hand out of the car window.There was another person in the back seat of the car.Although it is not very clear, the normal body size can be clearly seen. It is the eldest brother, who tilts his head and leans his head against the car window.

In the picture of the rear car recorder, I stretched out my hand from the front window. The rear windshield of this car is not covered with film. Looking in from the rear window, it is completely transparent, and there is no one in the back seat.Is it blocked by the headrest of the car seat?It seems not... At this moment, the eldest brother should lean his head against the window, and he should be able to see someone from behind.

I'm trying to find a reasonable explanation.Is it because the eldest brother curled up and didn't get a picture?Ordinarily, it shouldn’t be. From the perspective of my hand stretched out from the front window, the two screenshots are almost at the same moment.

Or was it the wrong car?The driver in front is not me?No, the car must be the one I drove that day, the license plate and style are the same, and the video has a time watermark, so it cannot be another car renter.The hand protruding from the car was indeed wearing my clothes that day, and it was me.

"I'm afraid it's not that car, right?" The female policeman seemed to see my doubts, and explained proactively, "We checked the time and license plate, and we must be right. When we got the rear car recorder screen, we He also specifically asked the owner of the rear car. He said that he had a little impression of you, because the car you drove was relatively old, and you rarely see it on the road now. There is no compulsory scrapping or anything. When you parked, you were a little far away from the artificial window, and you posted it a little bit. The owner of the car behind also had an impression of this. We asked him if he remembered how many people were in your car, and they said that there was probably only one driver, Can't see the co-pilot clearly, but at least the back seat is empty."

I listened blankly.

That is to say, according to the observation of the owner of the car behind, my elder brother was no longer in my car before I got on the expressway.

But no, another camera caught someone in the back seat of me.

After getting on the highway, I also talked to my elder brother, and he made noises and even touched me with his hands...

Across the table, the policewoman has been observing my expression.I was silent for a long time, she should be able to see my anxiety and panic, so she didn't urge me.

I waited for a long time before I could barely speak: "This...except this? Except for the place where you get on the expressway..."

I was a little vague, but she understood.She said: "In addition to this, the cameras in the city ahead also took a lot of pictures. You watched it just now, and you can go back and look at it. The pictures are all continuous, and you can piece together your route that day in chronological order... That's it. , It's all like this. You are all there, but he may not be there. There are so many cameras in the city, and we have also retrieved the images of different cameras at the same time. This happens to everyone who takes pictures of you..."

She sighed and continued, "Actually, I shouldn't have said that, but I'm meeting you in a private capacity today, so let's be honest...I don't know what's going on. I can't explain it."

The policewoman told me in a more subtle way, in fact, many people vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but no one wanted to tell the truth, so they continued to search for my elder brother in the normal way.They considered that the elder brother might not be in city A anymore, so they were looking for him in other nearby places.

I don't hold out hope for that.I didn't ask anything, just nodded.

The policewoman said in a low voice: "There is another matter... It may be more serious than the monitoring matter."

I thought the surveillance footage was the focus of this conversation, isn't it so?

She took back her mobile phone and leaned forward slightly: "Your brother's trauma appraisal results are out. The results of the other victims' clothing damage marks are also out."

When I was in the hospital, I always asked about it, and she kept saying that there was no result yet.Now I don't ask, but she took the initiative to tell me.

The appraisal time is too long. I am a layman and I don't know the process. I just learned a little bit from some TV dramas and documentaries. I have the impression that their efficiency is quite high and it won't take so long.

Then I thought - it's not that they are slow, it's probably because they encountered weird situations and got results that didn't conform to common sense, so they had to re-identify repeatedly.

I guessed right.The policewoman said: "I can't show you the documents directly, I can only dictate the results to you. You may not believe it..."

She first told me about the clothes of the victims.

Although the clothes were soaked in seawater, they were able to technically extract tooth marks and little evidence of biological samples.The damage on the clothes was caused by biting and tearing. After identification, the tooth marks were consistent with the characteristics of my elder brother's mouth.

When she was talking about this, she stopped to look at me, and I was completely dumbfounded and didn't respond at all.

She went on.

The clothes thing is not the strangest thing. At this point, it can also be explained that these people have had physical conflicts, and my elder brother has bitten his fellow travelers with his teeth.

Also, the identification results of those injuries on the elder brother’s body came out. They were also caused by teeth biting, of course they were not the teeth of sharks or other carnivores—they were human teeth.

After comparing the tooth molds, I found that the tooth marks came from my elder brother.

The bite marks were consistent with his oral characteristics, and even biological evidence such as his oral mucosa was extracted from the wound.

In other words, the clothes of the victims were bitten, and the bite marks came from my elder brother.

The eldest brother's body was also bitten, and the bite marks came from himself.

It is said that this is impossible.My eldest brother has many scars, many of which are in places where he cannot bite. Even in those places where it is possible to bite, it is almost impossible for a person to bite himself like that.

The policewoman said: "I wanted to ask you if you had any ideas, if you knew any clues... But after thinking about it carefully, I shouldn't ask you. You have more doubts than us, and we should solve your doubts." That's right."

There was some helplessness in her expression, and maybe a hint of shame.She told me a series of strange situations, but she couldn't explain to me why.

I don't blame her.No one can explain this.

In fact, she didn't have to tell me at all, and she could say that there was no result.But she came to me and told the truth, and even though I don't like hearing it, I should thank her.

I told her I actually figured it out.If the elder brother is injured, he can be treated as he should; if the elder brother is missing, he can search for it.Regardless of whether there is a result in the end, no matter what the result is, I will not question it and will accept it.

Because these things are not "everyday life" at all, not something I should face.

"It's not something you should face." I said to her.

I don't know what she will think.Do you think I am mature and sensible, or do you think I am timid and evasive?

never mind.

Emotions drove me to wonder about the truth, but reason kept reminding me to run away.It's not about escaping from city A, and not just escaping from the beach, but escaping from everything derailed.

I just accidentally stepped into a mud ditch on the side of the road.I should have gotten out now instead of digging down.