After Wang Wei finished speaking, he wanted to go out to see what the police were doing in the yard, but was stopped by Lan Yu.
"Mrs. Wang, please tell us what you have to say too," said Lan Yu.
Mrs. Wang let go of her daughter, pinched the hem of her skirt a little awkwardly, and recalled: "I was born on the main planet, and later followed my parents to live on the Kata planet. I met my husband through an introduction, and gave birth to a daughter two years after we got married..."
Lan Yu listened and observed Wang Simiao.
From the first time he saw the little girl until now, there was only emptiness in her dark eyes, as if all the light had been sucked away, and there was no emotion at all.
——The premise is that you don’t take the rabbit in her arms.
Could Wang Simiao be the Lonte alien?
"Colonel K, should I continue?" After Mrs. Wang finished speaking and saw that Lan Yu did not respond, she asked softly.
Lan Yu came back to her senses: "No need..."
Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then can I take Si Miao back to the house?"
"No..." Lan Yu waved her fingers, "She has to say it too..."
"What did she say?" Wang Wei stood up from the sofa and said loudly, "You saw it too. She couldn't say a word."
Lan Yu suddenly looked over, her eyes were like two ice knives, freezing the rest of his words in his throat, and he had no choice but to sit back with his neck stiff.
Lan Yu stood up, walked to Wang Simiao, bent over with her hands behind her back, and looked at her.
Wang Simiao's eyes passed through him and fell blankly into the distance.
Wang Wei leaned forward and seemed to be hesitant to speak. Mrs. Wang nervously stretched out her hand slightly, as if she would snatch Wang Simiao back if Lan Yu made the slightest move.
"Did she become like this gradually?" Lan Yu asked.
Wang Wei said: "No, there was no sign at all before, it became like this overnight."
Lan Yu stood up and said, "Tell me more details..."
Wang Wei was silent for a moment, then sighed, "My wife was with her that night. Li Han, just tell Colonel K about it."
Mrs. Wang's eyes were filled with sadness. She twisted her hands anxiously and said, "That happened half a year ago. I remember that night Simiao was painting in front of the window, and I was making a vase cushion beside her. Just as I finished it, she suddenly fell in front of the window and kept twitching..."
When Mrs. Wang said this, she covered her face and choked up. Wang Wei raised his hand, hugged her to his side, and patted her comfortingly.
Liu Zhi interrupted from the corner and said, "When we got there, the young lady was already unconscious. When she woke up, she looked like this."
Lan Yu looked at Wang Simiao. She seemed not to hear what others were saying about herself. She still sat there blankly with a blank expression.
"What did the doctor say?" he asked.
Wang Wei said in a hoarse voice: "It is said that she was stimulated by external factors. But until now, we still don't know what stimulated her. I only have this one daughter. If she is not well, what is the point of me making more money?"
"It's time to pay back the money you earned," Lan Yu said.
"Go ahead and spit it out. It doesn't matter."
Lan Yu squatted in front of Wang Simiao again, staring closely at the changes in her expression, while reaching out to pinch the rabbit in her arms and slowly pulling it out.
Wang Simiao still didn't react, but just when the rabbit was about to be pulled away, Lan Yu saw a sudden complex change of emotions in her empty eyes.
First there was tension, then fear, and finally anger.
Just as she opened her mouth to scream, Lan Yu suddenly stuffed the rabbit back into her arms.
Wang Simiao immediately calmed down, returned to his previous state, and held the rabbit quietly.
Lan Yu knew clearly that the rabbit must have something to do with her reaction.
Is she the one from the star Nalonte? It is possible. But what if it’s not? If not, could her illness be related to the Lontes?
He observed the rabbit carefully.
This is the ordinary doll you find in every mall, with slightly faded, light pink fur. The two eyes are made of ordinary glass and there is nothing mysterious about them. I reached out and pinched my stomach, and found it was filled with soft material and didn't feel any foreign matter.
He thought about it, then gently took Wang Simiao's right hand, and at the moment when she began to feel uneasy, he put his hand on the rabbit and slowly stroked it down along the rabbit's head.
Wang Simiao regained his composure and strangely did not refuse this action, allowing Lan Yu to lead her hand and stroke the rabbit again and again, letting the soft toy's long hair slide through her fingers.
Lu Rankong had just stepped into the hall, and when he saw this scene, he stopped and leaned quietly against the door frame.
Wang Wei looked up and saw him. Just as he was about to speak, he put his index finger to his lips and made a gesture to keep quiet.
Lan Yu continued to stroke the rabbit with Wang Simiao's hand, and saw that her empty eyes gradually brightened up.
Slowly, she opened her mouth and murmured in an almost inaudible voice: "Mom..."
"Hey, mom is here, baby, mom is right beside you." Mrs. Wang responded quickly.
Wang Simiao seemed to be deaf to her voice. He only concentrated on feeling the rabbit in his hand. His eyes stared blankly in front of him, and he muttered more and more clearly: "Mom, Mom..."
Mrs. Wang quickly stood up from Wang Wei's arms and moved over while answering in a repeating voice: "Baby, mommy is here. Mommy is right here."
Just as she was about to move closer, Lan Yu, who had been facing Wang Simiao, suddenly turned around and looked at her coldly, "Sit still..."
His tone was stiff and his expression was cold. Mrs. Wang was so frightened that she didn't move. She turned to look at Wang Wei helplessly.
Wang Wei shook his head at her, meaning that she should not go over there for the time being. She lowered her head a little aggrieved.
Wang Simiao was still looking forward, but his eyes were filled with tears and a line of tears slowly rolled down.
"Si Miao, where is mommy?" Lan Yu asked softly.
His voice was different from his calm expression, it was gentle and cautious.
Lu Rankong, who was leaning against the door, said nothing and looked sharply at the other people in the room.
"Si Miao, tell me, where is your mother?" Lan Yu continued to ask patiently while squatting.
Wang Simiao suddenly spoke up and choked up as he replied, "Mom said she would turn into Tutu and stay with me forever."
"Who is Tutu?"
Wang Simiao was silent again, and Wang Wei replied: "Tutu is the rabbit."
Lan Yu held Wang Simiao's hand and continued to stroke the rabbit, and asked softly: "Why did Mommy turn into Tutu?"
Wang Simiao shuddered and turned to look at Lan Yu in front of him.
Those eyes were no longer empty, but filled with deep sadness and fear.
"Mom is dying. She said she would turn into Tutu to grow up with me. If you miss her, just touch Tutu." She whispered.
Madam Wang stood up and tried to pull Wang Simiao away: "Si Miao, what nonsense are you talking about in front of the guests? Isn't mom fine? How could she die?"
Then he smiled apologetically at Lan Yu and said, "She is a little emotionally unstable. I will take her upstairs to take medicine."
Lu Rankong, who had been silent at the door, suddenly spoke up, "Madam Wang, sit down. If you make any other movements, my gun could easily go off accidentally."
He had the gun out and was twisting the trigger with his finger in it.
Lan Yu also took out the injection and held it between two fingers. The silver-white metal shell was shining under the light.
Mrs. Wang's chest rose and fell violently. After a moment's silence, she sat back on the sofa with a sullen face.
Before Lan Yu asked further, Wang Simiao burst into tears and said, "I don't want Tutu, I want my mother. A green shadow entered my mother's body. She told me not to be afraid and said she would turn into Tutu and stay with me forever. This person is not my mother..."
"Don't listen to Si Miao's nonsense. She is clearly talking nonsense because she is stimulated." Mrs. Wang interrupted again.
She turned to Wang Wei and said hurriedly, "Honey, let me take Si Miao back to the house to rest."
"No need, let Liuzhi take her there." Lu Rankong stopped him.
Liuzhi, who had been standing by the wall, trembled all over, hurried over, picked up the still crying Wang Simiao, and walked upstairs. Uncle Chen also followed.
Wang Wei did not stop him, but just sat on the sofa in a daze.
"Husband, do you also believe what Si Miao said?" Mrs. Wang asked him with tears in her eyes.
Lan Yu stood up and suddenly asked, "Madam Wang, you just said that you had just made the vase cushion on the night your daughter fell ill, right?"
Mrs. Wang closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, then replied, "Yes..."
"You never did it again?"
"My husband doesn't like me doing these things, so I haven't done them since."
Lan Yu walked to the coffee table, moved the vase away, picked up the woolen vase mat, and shook it in her hand, "Is this the one?"
"Yes……"
"Nice craftsmanship..." Lan Yu smiled and slowly raised her eyes. "Tell me, what weaving method did you use for this vase mat?"
What weave?
After these words were spoken, not only Wang Wei looked confused, but even Lu Rankong showed some surprise.
"It's just the usual weaving method, nothing special." Mrs. Wang stood up and reached out to lift her long hair behind her shoulders.
"What are the common weaving methods?" Lan Yu asked.
"Who would remember this? I just knit according to my feeling."
“Do you need to change the stitching method in the middle?”
"No, I want to change it."
"Should we change it or not?"
"I want to change..."
"How many kinds?"
Madam Wang glanced at the vase mat in Lan Yu's hand. It was light brown and silver-gray, and replied, "Two..."
"Two?" Lan Yu laughed, narrowed her eyes and asked, "Are you sure it's two?"
Mrs. Wang said calmly, "There are two kinds..."
Lan Yu took the vase cushion and slowly walked to the sofa. Without saying a word, she walked around her and looked at her. The expression on his face was very strange, as if he was smiling but not smiling, but the light in his eyes was cold and frightening.
The whole room was silent, with only the slight rustling sound of his combat boots hitting the carpet.
Then he stood still, smiled, and said in a low, hoarse voice: "Madam Wang, let me tell you, this vase cushion you wove is five stitches flat and five stitches reversed, five stitches chained with colored thread, and two stitches of osmanthus!"
Lu Rankong:
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