Star Trace Gate

Shanghai, Qingfu Prison.

In an ordinary office, the pungent smell of tobacco fills the air.

A handsome young man with a quiet appearance, wearing an orange prison uniform and vest, with a round and plump bald head, was sitting relaxedly on a chair. His back pressed lightly against the back of the chair, and his feet stepped on the ground, causing the chair to rock back and forth, making a creaking sound.

The young man's name is Ren Ye, and he is inmate No. 00848 of this prison. He usually undergoes rehabilitation in the general prison area.

Opposite the clean and tidy long table, a middle-aged man with unshaven beard sat, holding a cigarette in his right hand and holding a button in his left hand: "You have been in prison for more than three years?"

"Three years, three months and five days." Ren nodded.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Huang Wei." The unshaven middle-aged man wore an old leather jacket with sleepy eyes and a low voice, and his whole person was filled with a depressed temperament.

"Hello~~"

"Ahem, tui!"

After saying that, Huang Wei took a deep breath and coughed several times before vomiting out a mouthful of yellow phlegm. But he glanced left and right but couldn't find the trash can. Finally, he spit into the empty cigarette case, crushed it with his hands, and threw it on the table.

Ren Ye looked at him with his eyes, his face expressionless, but he was wondering in his heart, is this person an inspector? From a psychological treatment studio or a resident?

My personal habits are so vulgar that I don’t even look like them.

Huang Wei held the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, took a deep puff and asked, "How long until we go out?"

"Including the reduced sentence, it's two years, eight months and 25 days."

"Well, do you regret it?" Huang Wei asked as if chatting about everyday things.

"Haha." Ren also smiled.

"You're still young, you're too impulsive." Huang Wei pointed at Ren Ye impolitely: "After seeing your resume, it's a pity."

"Only young people have the opportunity to make mistakes. After six years of squatting, I am still Ren Ye. Nothing has changed." Ren Ye said with a relaxed look on his face: "And it is very good here. The roommates are all craftsmen and are proficient in playing, playing and singing. I'm very relieved."

"Haha." A rare smile appeared on Huang Wei's purple-black cheeks.

More than three years ago, Ren Ye, who had just started working on border anti-fraud, was shot seven times by two suspects as they tried to escape violently while escorting the suspects, and died in the territory.

And a week before this happened, a colleague who had the best relationship with Ren Ye was dismembered and buried alive by this group of suspects overseas. So far, only two arms and a torso have been found.

My colleague was an only child and had just gotten married. At the time of his death, his wife was eight months pregnant...

The place where the colleague died was overseas, and it was difficult to obtain evidence. The two main suspects who were shot were probably charged with fraud and money laundering. If they went to court... there was a high probability that they would not die.

The unit tried many ways to protect Ren Ye, but the difficulty of the case was that he fired seven shots, and the heads of the two suspects were shattered.

In the end, Ren was also sentenced to six years and ten months in prison.

Regret?

In fact, Ren Ye, who looks relaxed and even a little cynical on the surface, has asked himself many times in his heart. After all, the process of transforming from a person who was respected by others to a murderer who is rejected by society is somewhat difficult.

This is not only hard on others, but especially hard on yourself.

Judging from the situation at this moment, he undoubtedly regretted it. But the interesting thing about life is that many things you regret will still happen if you choose again.

This filled Ren Ye with a conflicting feeling that he couldn't express to others...

Huang Wei put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, took out a new pack of cigarettes, seamlessly took out one and lit it: "I am from a special unit."

"I can guess it." Ren nodded.

"Every word I'm going to say to you next may be difficult for you to digest, understand, or even too shocking and confusing." Huang Wei held a cigarette between his fingers, frowning with a serious look on his face: "But I believe that in the future, Your resume shouldn’t be too bad.”

Ren was also a little confused: "Shocked, confused? I don't understand."

"Let me tell you two stories first."

"Will it take a long time? I have to work on the sewing machine to earn centimeters tomorrow." Ren Ye replied teasingly.

Huang Wei ignored Ren Ye's reaction, and only carefully organized his words and said: "In 1973, the reborn man incident. There was a family named Jiang in the south. The boy in the family was more than three years old, and his pseudonym was Xiao Jiang. One day, this three-year-old boy A child suddenly told his parents... Actually, I am not your son, but the son of a family in Danzhou. More than ten years ago, I died in a fight with a weapon and then reincarnated into your family. Now, I I want to go back to my old parents and see them. Jiang's parents didn't believe it at first, mistakenly thinking that their child was possessed by a demon or something, but they couldn't stand their children's abuse and repeated their past life experiences every day, so, When the child was six years old, they took him to Danzhou."

Approaching science?

Folklore?

The unshaven middle-aged man in front of me must have either done too much craft work or belongs to some metaphysics unit.

What does he want to do? Questions arose in Ren's mind.

Huang Wei's eyes looked red and lifeless, but in fact when he was telling this story, his pupils were watching Ren Ye's micro-expression, and he expected the other person's look to look like he was mentally ill.

"... When they went to Danzhou, under the guidance of their son, the Jiang couple found a house with a familiar route, and the child did not make a single mistake in the route. When they arrived at this house, the child recognized his father in his previous life. , but the latter thought he was talking nonsense, but...every detail of life this child told was exactly the same as what the other person knew." Huang Wei spoke very seriously, with a serious expression.

Ren also heard this: "Ah, what happens next."

"Then the second story." Huang Wei has a talent for telling stories, and his voice is full of magnetism: "In January 1995, a scientific research station stationed in Antarctica discovered a huge amount of fog clouds in the sky. . The strange thing is that there was strong wind at the time, but the fog clouds remained motionless in the sky, with no sign of drifting away at all, and the fog looked like a round door in appearance. For the test, they will use a precision The balloon of the instrument was tied with a rope and raised into the "fog door" for testing. After the specified time, they pulled the balloon down again... but found that the time displayed on the instrument had changed to a certain time in 1. .At first, they thought it was an instrument failure, so they replaced many of the same equipment and did repeated tests... But the results were the same. The time on all the instruments changed to 1965, and the time was exactly the same. .”

Ren Ye frowned, thought for a moment and replied: "I seem to have received this news...!"

"What the news didn't tell you is that a few years later, the fog reappeared, and three people disappeared and have not been found yet." Huang Wei interrupted with a serious look.

After being stunned for a long time, Ren couldn't help but ask: "No more?"

"Ah, no more." Huang Wei nodded matter-of-factly.

"No, I don't understand. What do you mean by telling me these two stories?" Ren also didn't understand.

After the words fell, the room was quiet and you could hear a pin drop.