When she got up the next day, Gu Mengmeng went to see Ambassador Kong and asked him to open Conway's tomb for DNA testing.
The ambassador also had the same expression as He Yang, shocked and confused.
He tried his best to persuade Gu Mengmeng in a tactful tone: "Awei died on the way back to rescue me. The clothes he wore that day and the equipment he had were all correct. I personally went to the discovery site.
."
Gu Mengmeng smiled sadly and said: "Uncle Kong, you didn't see his face, did you? When I received the news in China, I already knew that his body was completely broken and his face was also covered with wounds.
The fragments of the shell lifted off half of it, so you decided to bury it in Baghdad. I know all this, but you can't confirm that the "body" is him without doing DNA. You can't refuse me the most basic thing as a military wife.
ask."
Ambassador Kong took off the eyes on the bridge of his nose and rubbed the painful spot between his eyebrows. He said: "Mengmeng, we did bury the body without doing DNA. Well, if you are sure you want to open the tomb, I can assign Military Attaché Chen to coordinate with you.
Go and do it. However, Uncle Kong has a request for you."
Gu Mengmeng's eyes showed surprise, and she nodded quickly. "What do you think?"
"You only need to provide Ah Wei's hair and don't go to the scene." Ambassador Kong felt a heart-wrenching pain in his body when he thought of the heroic and handsome special operations major sleeping underground.
The chief had already said on the phone that Gu Mengmeng was more than two months pregnant and asked him to protect her safety.
Gu Mengmeng agreed quickly and unexpectedly.
"Okay, Uncle Kong."
"What if the DNA test confirms that it is Awei?"
Gu Mengmeng was startled when she heard the sound. She pinched the bag in her hand from left to right for a long time before saying with a firm expression: "If it is confirmed, I will leave Baghdad and return to Beijing immediately."
"Okay! Let's do it." Ambassador Kong breathed a sigh of relief and agreed.
He handed over the matter to Military Attaché Chen and asked him to find a local tomb expert to handle the matter properly. After all, Conway died unexpectedly and was buried for so long. Anyone who is alive would be scared to open the tomb, let alone a pregnant woman.
Pregnant woman.
While she was waiting for Attaché Chen to contact local burial experts, she and He Yang went to the streets of Baghdad together.
The first thing I was told when I went out was that it was strictly forbidden for a person to run around and take photos casually in Baghdad. Otherwise, his life would be in danger. He Yang pointed to a dilapidated building in the nearby street and said: "You
Look, that's right there. An Italian reporter was killed during the day the day before yesterday."
Gu Mengmeng watched silently, an almost sad sigh gradually rising in her chest.
What's wrong with this world?
Isn’t it enough to show the progress and development of mankind without killing or dying?!
It's really a retrograde step in history.
Standing in front of the small piece of blood, she asked He Yang, who stood silently beside her. "You are in such danger at any time, right?"
He Yang was silent. He looked far away at the white clouds floating above his head under the blue sky, and did not answer her.
On the way back to the embassy after receiving a call from Attaché Chen, He Yang drove to a relatively busy street when suddenly two deep holes were hit in the windshield by a UFO.
"Crack,,,," the sound of broken glass was heard endlessly.
Gu Mengmeng subconsciously covered her abdomen with her hands and curled up together. He Yang reacted quickly and turned the steering wheel to stop by the store on the right.
"Squat down, Mengmeng! Try to open the right door and run into the store! Quick!"
After He Yang finished shouting, he looked around cautiously and suddenly grabbed Gu Mengmeng who was about to jump out of the car.
"Don't be nervous, it should be fine."
Gu Mengmeng turned around and stared, asking, "Why is everything okay? Wasn't it a shooting?"
He Yang opened the car door and went down to look around, then sat back in the car and said with a relaxed expression: "It should be just an accident. It's not a bullet, it's something like a stone. Didn't you find that the window glass was not penetrated?"
Gu Mengmeng saw that it was true.
She sensitively took out a small phone to take pictures, and He Yang said with a accustomed smile: "When I warned you to be careful when traveling, you thought I was verbose, now you believe me."
"Then I'm not afraid either." Gu Mengmeng said.
"He Yang, can this car still be driven?" She looked worried at the two crack marks on the windshield.
"Yes, no problem. This car is a second-hand junk car that Cheng Xu and I collected. No matter how we display it, we won't feel bad about it."
"Well, let's go back to the embassy quickly. Attaché Chen said everything is ready."
When this topic was brought up, both He Yang and Gu Mengmeng's expressions became serious. He Yang asked her while driving: "Can you tell me why you insist that he is not dead?"
Gu Mengmeng looked at the disappearing street scene outside the car window and said, "It's just a potential premonition and the obsession in your words. It makes me always believe that he is still alive."
He Yang shook his head and said nothing more.
The two arrived at the embassy and met with Attaché Chen, who said they could extract samples now for comparison. Gu Mengmeng kept her promise and handed the bottle to He Yang, who had full authority to handle the DNA comparison.
After He Yang and Military Attaché Chen left.
She seemed to be quietly staying alone in her room at the embassy, waiting for news.
The embassy had another power outage and no running water. She sat on a high chair by the window and watched the dusk gradually fall in Baghdad, watching the night come and the stars rising in the sky. She thought of her relatives far away in Beijing and thought of
She congratulated her regiment and her comrades in the 368th Army, and thought of all the memories left behind in her and Conway's home in Beijing, the space they hailed as a love exchange station.
She curled up deep in the chair and put her hands around her shoulders to resist the cold that came from her heart because she was afraid of the dark.
Tears gradually filled the corners of her eyes, and with a slight tremor in her body, she leaned against the window glass and looked out.
Near midnight.
When the Mansour Hotel regained its brightness, she received a call from He Yang.
These five short words were engraved in her heart.