Chapter 2
Song Yin was actually not planning to go back to the Song family. Was it because he was not comfortable living in the school dormitory? Or was the study atmosphere in the library not interesting enough?
But today was Saturday, and tomorrow was his parents’ death anniversary.
As a result, there was not a trace of sadness in the Song family. Everyone had already forgotten the name of the fourth young master of the Song family.
In this family, he was the only one who could still remember the voices and smiles of his parents.
Song Yin dragged his thin suitcase and walked on the deserted and remote streets. The Song family’s villa was surrounded by mountains and rivers. Many wealthy people believed in feng shui, which resulted in the building being quite remote. Even if he wanted to call a car through an APP to pick him up, it would be almost dawn. Who would go to such a remote place?
Song Yin walked alone on the dim roadside, complaining in his heart about the stinginess of the power company. Why is the wattage of the street lamp so low? Has it reached the standard of 250?
In fact, he was also very sad. Tears kept falling to the ground, and were stepped on by the pirated shoes, turning into dark water stains.
When people are sad, they will find everything particularly unpleasant.
The street lights that he disliked for not being bright enough suddenly turned black, and the scene in the wilderness suddenly fell into a confused darkness. The outlines were dark, the wind was bleak, and even the moon was hidden in the clouds.
Song Yin was scared. He was a brave man with a small heart. Especially when he was watching DY's short videos, he was curious about a corpse case. Big data kept pushing various corpse cases to him. Ling Chen also added various supernatural film introductions.
Cement sealed the girl's heart, fire cooked corpse oil, and the corpse baby traveled thousands of miles to meet his lover.
Most of them happened when the moon was dark and the wind was strong.
The grass leaves on the roadside swayed back and forth in the wind, occasionally hooking Song Yin's ankles. In the darkness, they looked more and more like the death of the dead.
Song Yin even thought timidly: I'm scared to death, why not go back to the Song family with a thick face? Anyway, I didn't walk far away...
Damn! Damn!
Song Yin took out his cell phone and was about to use the lighting device on it, but he saw the time jump from 23:59 to 12:00.
His parents' death anniversary had arrived.
Song Yin dragged his suitcase and ran quickly. At the moment when the change happened, his foot seemed to be tripped by something and he rolled off the edge of the road.
Although the Song family's villa was built a little far away, the Song family had always been engaged in construction. Since the great-great-great-grandfather, they knew how to choose a Feng Shui treasure land. It is said that the outline of the entire capital city is like a flying dragon, and the Song family naturally did not get the best position at the head of the dragon.
So the Song family chose the location at the lower part of the dragon's throat. It is said that this place is called the reverse scale, which is the hardest part of the dragon's body. As the saying goes, a phoenix has a hollow neck, and if you violate it, you will die. A dragon has a reverse scale, and if you touch it, you will die.
All the roads nearby are smooth and open, and they are connected in all directions. They are not built next to any mountain ditches or canals.
Song Yin seemed to fall into an endless abyss, falling down all the time, as if there was no end, but his whole body was absolutely not painful, and a layer of soft black film kept wrapping him.
Until Song Yin fell into a deep sleep safely.
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The Song family received a call from the police station at three o'clock in the morning. At first, when they heard that the other party said it was about Song Yin, no one intended to pay attention.
As a result, when they heard that Song Yin had a car accident, no one wanted to pay attention.
Grandpa Song couldn't ignore his grandson, so he specifically appointed Uncle Song and Uncle Wu to go to the hospital.
The two had to get out of their comfortable warm quilts and go to the hospital designated by the police.
Uncle Song was a man of society after all, so he pretended to be quite nervous in front of the police, asking about the little stutterer... no, how was their little Yin?
The police had reviewed the surveillance footage and roughly described that Song Yin was walking on the road and was hit by a drunk truck driver. As a result, the truck overturned and broke the fuel tank. The fuel leaked and was ignited by the exposed wire pipe, resulting in the destruction of the car and the death of people.
If the vehicles in the distance had not heard the explosion, I am afraid that this vicious traffic accident would not have been discovered by the traffic police immediately.
Now the case has been transferred to the police station, hoping to learn some information from the family.
After hearing the whole incident, even Uncle Song, who has been paralyzed for many years, was moved and couldn't help asking, "What about Xiao Yin..."
The miserable crying and shouting came from the hospital corridor, probably from the operating room. People's fragility is often only between this door.
"Xiao Yin was also blown to ashes, right?"
The police looked at him blankly, "No, his condition is hard to describe, please come this way."
It happened that the doctors and nurses came out of the ward. Judging from the serious faces of several people, Song Yin's condition should be very bad, and it is likely that he will die.
Although the uncle didn't like Song Yin very much, it was impossible for him not to be moved in the face of death, and his eyes were slightly moist.
"When the fourth brother died, he was still carrying a debt of 100 million yuan. I got the most, 50 million yuan."
Uncle Song Wu also said, "The 10 million yuan I paid was not blown by the wind."
Police: "..."
The police introduced Song Yin's attending physician to the two people. The attending physician said with difficulty, "Your nephew's condition is completely beyond the scope of existing medical explanation..."
Uncle Song: "How long can he live?" After all, even the police saw from the traffic surveillance that someone was hit by a truck. If it wasn't all broken, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were probably ruptured.
To be honest, staying in the ICU is quite expensive, more than 10,000 a day.
Fifth Uncle Song: "Did he evolve into a Super Saiyan in the explosion?"
Uncle Song glanced at him, "You are sick."
Fifth Uncle Song looked very aggrieved, "This, this, this... This is not what the doctor said, saying that even modern medicine cannot explain the stuttering situation."
Cough cough cough, Uncle Song put his fist to his lips and pretended to cough.
What stuttering, how far do you want to spread your family shame?
As he pretended to cough, Uncle Song happened to see that Song Yin's ward was HDU (High Dependency Unit), a medical unit between ICU and ordinary ward.
The doctor said, "Please come into the ward and we'll talk in detail."
So Uncle Song and Uncle Song Wu naturally saw Song Yin lying flat on the bed, unharmed. Except for his messy hair, his exposed skin was clean and clear, without even a drop of blood or a bruise.
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Uncle Song Wu spoke quickly, "He was really knocked away, and the perpetrator was blown to pieces. Is he my nephew?"
Uncle Song was also very curious, and he stepped forward to observe Song Yin's condition face to face.
It was exactly the same as if he was asleep.
The doctor said: "We checked his physical condition, and everything was very OK. It's just that he has been unconscious since he was transported here, so we did some examinations on his brain."
"Facts such as brain damage, cerebral hemorrhage, cerebral hypoxia, and metabolic disorders have led to extensive damage to the cerebral cortex and a significant decrease or disappearance of consciousness."
"Your nephew has none of these."
It's simply a medical miracle.
The doctor was puzzled, "But he just can't wake up, so I suggest observing him for a few more days. If he keeps like this, it's hard to rule out the possibility of a persistent vegetative state."
Uncle Song asked, "What kind of strange disease did he get from being hit?"
The doctor answered simply, "It's a vegetative state, as the saying goes."