Neverland

However, Yan Cen's meeting lasted until the evening when he changed shifts.

The night duty of the nursing home starts at 05:30 in the evening. After six o'clock, the inpatient department officially enters a semi-closed state and is no longer open for visits.

There was real-time monitoring in the ward, and Xu Muzhou was unwilling to contact Yan Cen with his mobile phone unless necessary, so he spent the whole afternoon studying the picture marked by Ji Yun.

When Xu Muzhou was in Ji Yun's ward earlier, he hadn't noticed that there were two lines of small characters in the lower right corner of the drawing, which were today's date and a half-written signature.

This is not surprising at all. Architects will have this habit when changing plans, and Xu Muzhou also had this habit when he was in school.Because most of the drawings will not be passed at one time, so after each modification, the date and signature will be habitually written in the lower right corner, so that it will be very convenient to keep the bottom or find information in the future.

But the strange thing is that this signature does not seem to be Ji Yun's.

Because the word "Ji" on the top has been written, but the second word is only half written, probably because Ji Yun realized that this is not his own work, so he stopped writing.

Xu Muzhou traced along the second character with a pen, and found that it was not the stroke of the character "谭".

Ji Yun's handwriting is very beautiful, the handwriting is standard lower script, and there will be a little fancy personal style on the strokes.The second half of the signature that was cut off by her started with a very long stroke, with a very short stroke on the right.Below a flat "person" is a half-written horizontal line. It seems that the writing stopped here.

No matter what writing habits you look at, this word is by no means "Yun".

Xu Muzhou looked at it for a while, then opened his notebook, and wrote a few words according to what he could think of.

When Yan Cen entered the door, Xu Muzhou was sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding a piece of draft paper and making comparisons on the bed, not knowing what he was looking at.

This Mongolian doctor who has not undergone professional ethics training and went straight to work now enters the patient's ward without even knocking on the door.

Xu Muzhou was used to his elusiveness, he didn't make a sound when he came in, and took a pen to draw two strokes on the paper before looking up at Yan Cen.

"What's in your hand?" Xu Muzhou asked.

Yan Cen was still wearing the same white coat, but the tie on his shirt was a little loose. He held a thick notebook in his hand, which looked very heavy.

"Meeting minutes." Yan Cen said.

Xu Muzhou glanced at him: "Why did it take so long?"

"Do you want to hear the central idea of ​​the meeting?" Yan Cen pulled a stool and sat down beside the bed, and opened the notebook in his hand: "'Don't forget the original intention, keep the mission in mind', talk about how young doctors can be better... "

"Okay, okay, okay." Xu Muzhou slapped his notebook and looked at him in disbelief: "You actually went to hold a mobilization meeting all afternoon."

"Otherwise." Yan Cen closed the notebook calmly: "This is a necessary workflow, and if you don't go there, you won't have to deduct your salary."

Xu Muzhou: "..."

He now believes that Yan Cen's death in the last mission might really be an accident - what kind of mission is not a mission, Yan Cen obviously enjoyed it, Xu Muzhou thought angrily.

The little fox tended to be unhappy again, Yan Cen put it away when he saw it was good, threw the notebook on the bedside table, folded his chest on the back of the chair, and raised his chin at the drawings that Xu Muzhou spread on the bed.

"Where did this come from?" Yan Cen asked.

"My homework in my sophomore year." Xu Muzhou said, "I took this to test Ji Yun."

As Xu Muzhou said, he turned the drawing half a circle, so that Yan Cen could see the signature in the corner of the drawing.

"I originally wanted to use this method to get closer to the mission target, to see if I could get something out of it, but Ji Yun was very vigilant, and I didn't ask anything." Xu Muzhou said.

"It's normal." Yan Cen was not discouraged: "If Ji Yun was the kind of person who can solve problems through communication, we wouldn't be here."

"But it's not like I didn't discover anything—architects have the habit of signing and confirming on the spot after reading or changing drawings to avoid trouble...Ji Yun also has it." Xu Muzhou pointed to the half-written one in the lower right corner She looked at Yan Cen and said, "Look, this is Ji Yun's subconsciously written signature. Although she quickly realized something was wrong and stopped writing, it is obvious from the written part that this is not 'Ji Yun's signature. Yun'. I suspect that this is not Ji Yun's signature."

"It's her own handwriting." Yan Cen concluded with just one glance, "I've seen Ji Yun's signature when he was admitted to the hospital. Although the second word is not her name, the habit of using pens belongs to her."

Yan Cen carefully looked at the angle of the handwriting, traced along the stroke with his finger, and could vaguely recognize that Ji Yun originally wanted to write the word "today".However, the beginning and structure of this character are very narrow, probably just a radical of the upper and lower structure.

"That's interesting." Xu Muzhou twirled the water-based pen between his knuckles, tapped the signature with the pen holder, and said, "You said that her subconscious signing behavior was not signed by herself. name, what's the matter?"

Yan Cen looked at the incomplete signature for a while, and did not give an answer hastily, but said cautiously: "Tomorrow I will go to see all of Ji Yun's written records, and see if I can find out what this word is."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Xu Muzhou said and lowered his head again, hesitating for a while in front of the notebook: "Let me guess."

Yan Cen didn't take it to heart. Everyone has different habits about handwriting. It may be difficult for those who don't know the words to guess the specific characters from just a few strokes.

But the little fox seemed to be engrossed and energetic, and it was hard for Yan Cen to dampen his enthusiasm.

Yan Cen touched an apple from the bedside table, and took out a fruit knife out of nowhere, and began to do a daily task commonly used in visiting patients - peeling the apple.

This is undoubtedly a good way to pass the time. While peeling the skin, Yan Cen was thinking about how to comfort the lost little fox.

However, after a while, instead of being deflated, the little fox let out a "yeah" as if he was done.

Yan Cen raised his head and found that Xu Muzhou had torn a page from his notebook and was shaking in front of him.

"I've tried everything I can think of, and this is the one that feels the most like me." Xu Muzhou said.

There were several words with the prefix "今" written on that page. Xu Muzhou deliberately controlled the font size so that each word was about the same size as Ji Yun's signature.All the Chinese characters were lined up, and Xu Muzhou finally circled the word "Nian".

Yan Cen hadn't finished peeling the apple yet, and there was still juice in his hands, so he didn't pick up the paper either.He observed for a while, and found that Xu Muzhou's "Nian" was actually written in an eight-point similarity to Ji Yun's, and the strokes and angles of the strokes were also similar.

"...Why are you so sure about her handwriting?" Xu Muzhou's files never mentioned that he also imitated other people's handwriting. Yan Cen was puzzled: "Have you ever seen her write this handwriting?"

"Tian Yingzhang's small script copybook, my childhood nightmare." Xu Muzhou stuck the piece of paper on which the writing was written on the drawing, and took a photo under the light to confirm the degree of overlap, without raising his head, he said: "Oh , you may not understand this, this is a compulsory extracurricular copybook for primary and secondary schools."

Yan Cen: "..."

Yan Cen's omnipotent shell finally showed a crack—he really didn't know what the extracurricular compulsory copybooks were.

"To commemorate." Xu Muzhou looked at the incomplete signature and said to himself, "To commemorate what...?"

Yan Cen didn't speak.

Unlike Xu Muzhou's bold speculation and careful verification, Yan Cen rarely expresses his views without real evidence.His thoughts will affect Xu Muzhou's judgment to a certain extent, so in most cases, Yan Cen will only communicate with Xu Muzhou after confirming the information.

"I feel something is wrong." Xu Muzhou suddenly said, "Ji Yun must have a younger sister."

Yan Cen raised his eyebrows, and did not deny it in a hurry, but sat on the edge of the bed and continued to peel his apples, signaling Xu Muzhou to continue talking with his eyes.

"I always feel that 'Remembrance' is also a name." Xu Muzhou said: "Ji Yun is an architect, she will not sign meaningless things on drawings for no reason,"

"And I went to Ji Yun for help in the name of looking at pictures at noon, and then I found a picture book of "Snow Doll" hidden under her quilt. That kind of picture book is full of color illustrations, and it is for children at first glance." Xu Mu Zhou said: "She hid that book very well, and it's very precious, but it's just that it's so nervous to reveal it accidentally."

"It's a doubtful point." Yan Cen said, "But what about the evidence."

"I have no evidence, I just think that the playground will not appear for no reason. The so-called 'sister' clue should not be released for no reason." Xu Muzhou said: "You said before, it is more like a subjective Space... So, what if there is her sister's subjective space."

"But Ji Yun once said that she never had a younger sister." Yan Cen reminded him.

"...Then who knows, people's memory can be deceiving, isn't that what you said." Xu Muzhou began to make random guesses: "For example, she forgot about her sister?"

Yan Cen looked at him wordlessly for a while, then cut a piece of apple and stuffed it into his hand.

"Let's eat the apple." Yan Cen said.

"I really think there is such a possibility." Xu Muzhou argues: "After all, there is no standard for 'obsession', so anything can happen, right?"

"I want to know if Ji Yun has a sister, it's very simple, we can ask directly." Yan Cen said.

"Ask who?" Xu Muzhou said, "Ji Yun, she is obviously not someone who can tell us the truth."

"Of course not." Yan Cen took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and said leisurely: "...I received a call this afternoon, and Ji Yun's parents are coming to visit tomorrow."