Chapter 701

The doctor made a last effort to awaken Mei's heartbeat and consciousness, but everything was in vain.

Mei Ziqing didn't leave, but stayed by. Just like the child who lost her close relatives, she was sad and choked, and tears rolled out of her red and swollen eyes. No one doubted her feelings for the professor, and even she herself firmly believed in her sincerity for the professor. The death of the man who was also a father, friend and lover was a heavy blow to her.

An hour later, the doctor shook his head at Mei Ziqing and left the ward.

Before sending him to the funeral home, Mei Ziqing decided to tidy up the professor's face in person. She was afraid that the groomers in the funeral home would be too rude or casual due to lack of awe. People like professors who have made great contributions to the cause of human civilization and progress should be respected, both before and after death.

She carefully cleaned the professor's body, pried open her mouth, pulled out the blood clots left in his mouth when spitting blood, carefully cleaned the gaps between his teeth with a toothbrush and floss, and then washed his mouth mouth with water mouth to mouth. She carefully brushed the foreign body in the professor's nose with a cotton swab, and carefully combed every hair, eyebrow and beard of the professor.

Except for her eyes, she never moved because she was wearing that special pair of "Sunglasses". She decided to fulfill his last wish - to leave the world dignified and quietly in a space box. Even when the doctor wanted to observe pupil scattering to judge death, she was stopped by her. Doctors did not insist on using this original means of judging death. Anyway, various modern instruments connecting the body have already made more scientific and accurate judgments.

Finally, she helped the professor change into new clothes and began to write an obituary.

She considered every word, deleted it several times, and read it again and again after writing it, so as not to have improper words and sentences. She was not in a hurry to send it to the media, but sent the obituary to the public relations director of the laboratory and asked him to contact other units. After all, Mei Wang is not only a person in the laboratory, but also works for the third space foundation, the United Nations Space Committee, the Association for science and technology and the CPPCC. In a sense, he belongs to the world.

It was night when all this was done. Mei Ziqing didn't leave, so she kept a vigil for Mei in the hospital. In Chinese tradition, after the old man's death, his children's relatives should keep a vigil for him, otherwise it is difficult for the old man's soul to go on the road safely. Mei had no children, and her only lover spread her spirit all over the world in that TV speech. Mei Ziqing felt that she was the closest person to the professor.

The air conditioner in the room can't reach the temperature similar to that in the morgue. Fortunately, the weather is very cold at this time, and the warm and humid air flow in the South has not overcome the cold air from Siberia. She turned off the air conditioner and opened all the windows to let in the cold wind outside. The ward immediately became cold.

Mei Ziqing was shivering with cold, but she insisted on sitting quietly in front of the hospital bed all night until she was sent to the funeral home in the early morning of the next day and determined the time and process of the memorial service. She said goodbye to Mei's body and returned to Mei's laboratory.

Genius is bright, with some light rain. She saw Bian Ziyuan sitting on the stone steps at the door, smoking without an umbrella.

The smoke barely kept burning in the drizzle, and the moist smell of smoke solidified in the air, which was more choking than usual.

Mei Ziqing saw a kind of pain of lost relatives from Bian Ziyuan's face.

There is no doubt that the staff of the laboratory have deep feelings for Mei Wang, but that is only limited to the feelings between leaders and leaders, mentors and students, and fellow believers who struggle together. At most, there are also the circumstances of some people's gratitude for the death of their confidants. Even if Bian Zi is far more special, it will not be as sad as their dead father.

What makes Mei Ziqing more puzzled is that the sad air is clearly mixed with many complex flavors - loss, chagrin, self blame, depression

"What's the matter?" she asked.

"I'm old enough to die." Bian Ziyuan took a hard smoke and his hands trembled.

Mei Ziqing suddenly said, "how did you die? I didn't let you stare at him, but I didn't let you do it!"

"I've been watching him since I got your call. He offered to buy me a drink last night. I used to be drunk, but this time he was drunk. I think it doesn't matter if he just drank some wine, but I didn't think he put sleeping pills in the wine." Bian Ziyuan said, lowering his head.

"Take me to have a look," said Mei Ziqing.

Bian Ziyuan stood up and accompanied Mei Ziqing to Yu Jianguo's dormitory.

The room was very narrow and piled with a lot of sundries, but it was neat. There is a narrow single bed in the corner. Yu Jianguo lies quietly on the bed.

Bian Ziyuan said: "I also drank a lot of wine last night, but I was still awake, so I narrowed in the upstairs office. I set an alarm. If he left or had anything abnormal, the system would alarm. When I woke up, it was more than four o'clock. At that time, my mind was awake, and I always felt something was wrong. I came down to have a look and found that he had lost his breath. I remembered that he had prepared two bottles of wine when I drank last night , he didn't drink the same bottle as me. Then I found this -- "

He opened the cabinet drawer at the head of the bed and took out a bottle of sleeping pills and a shopping ticket. "I just bought it yesterday. The dose used, combined with the effect of alcohol, is fatal."

Mei Ziqing went to explore Yu Jianguo's breath, opened his eyelids, sighed, and gave up the idea of invading Yu Yu's residual consciousness.

Bian Zi lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry."

"You should thank him for not poisoning you." Mei Ziqing has a straight face and doesn't intend to accept an apology. "If he doesn't use sleeping pills, but cyanide, even if you don't die, you can drink enough in the subsequent police investigation."

There was a cold breath behind his neck. He said confidently, "I can drink sleeping pills in the wine. Cyanide is a controlled product..."

Mei Ziqing glanced at him: "there is cyanide in the laboratory upstairs, and don't forget that Lao Yu used to work in the hospital." she said and looked around, "have you looked for it?"

"Yes, it's all waste and sundries eliminated by the laboratory. There's nothing valuable."

"Look again, it must be here."

"Is it......" Bian Ziyuan murmured like he suddenly thought of something.

"What?" asked Mei Ziqing.

Bian Ziyuan said, "the professor gave Lao Yu a space box he used, but I didn't find it. It was put here before."

Mei Ziqing nodded, "that's right."

"Are you sure the professor gave Lao Yu the key to dreams?" Bian Ziyuan asked.

Mei Ziqing said, "I was not sure before, but Yu's suicide confirmed my guess. He has no strong spiritual protection. Only death can prevent the disclosure of what the professor told him. I just don't understand. How did he know that I already knew? What was wrong with him yesterday?"

Bian Ziyuan suddenly remembered and said, "a young woman came to him yesterday."

"Young woman?" Mei Ziqing frowned. "I know. It's a nurse in the hospital... With a message... Hehe, I should have thought of it!"

"Nurse?" Bian Ziyuan said in surprise, "did he give things to the nurse?"

"Impossible." Mei Ziqing shook his head. "The nurse just took a message for the professor. There must be someone else... Where else did he go?"

"I just went to the supermarket to buy wine, and maybe there was a drugstore." Bian Ziyuan shook the sleeping pills and said.

"Don't you know if you get the surveillance in those places?" Mei Ziqing said.

Bian Ziyuan suddenly blushed and shouted angrily, "I'm Bian Ziyuan, not sa Tiao Ding!"

Mei Ziqing didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

Bian Ziyuan's momentum finally weakened, lowered his head, and after a while, he said, "it's Yao Jingjing from the security company. He met Yao Jingjing when he went shopping and gave her the things."

"Is that the space box?"

"Yes."

"Where is Yao Jingjing now?"

"She went to the airport last night and flew at 8 o'clock. Her destination is... Cairo!"