Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were the last to leave the auditorium.
When they went outside, they saw students walking towards the dormitory in groups under the leadership of teachers and police, the school broadcast was playing a notice: "Please calm down, classmates, don't leave Shan, if there are students in remote locations, immediately get in touch with your teachers, roommates, and classmates, and please return to the dormitory in an orderly manner…”
But the sound of the radio still couldn't suppress the noise of the students.
In the open air, everyone's eyes are fixed on their mobile phones, or staring at the school's landmark building - Huchuan Radio and Television Tower.
It is a high-rise building specially built by the school for radio and television art students.
However, at this moment, the console system has been hacked, and the entire TV tower is locked into a dazzling red, like a blood-stained sword On the ground, there are several lines of words in bold that can be read clearly from thousands of meters away.
W,
Z,
L,
The handkerchief death game, begins.
In addition to the radio and television tower, all the smart phone signals in Shanghai University are also locked by the other party's software. Everyone's mobile phones can still be used, but there is a small screen frame that cannot be turned off.
Thousands of small windows instantly turned the Huda in the night into a fluorescent galaxy, but unfortunately every star in the galaxy broadcasts a terrifying and eerie picture.
Xie Qingcheng looked down at his mobile phone again and found that the text in the video was the same as that on the radio and television tower.
Written all: W, Z, L, throwing the handkerchief death game, start.
But in the video, under each letter, there is a circle of very weird electronic dolls, the little dolls sit in a circle, one of them is a female doll swinging with a smile, standing outside the circle , holding a scarlet handkerchief in his hand, just like the handkerchief throwing game he played as a child.
Behind the letter W, the girl doll has left her handkerchief behind one of the electronic little boys, the boy is running, and the girl is chasing after him with a smile.
Suddenly!
The female doll behind the letter W caught up with the male doll, the girl giggled, grabbed the head of the electronic male doll she caught, and twisted it off!
After a few seconds, all the mobile phones in the whole school once again sang a tender and flat song: "Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently on the children Don't tell him..."
Countless mobile phone amplifiers turned this soft children's song into a chilling chorus that resounded throughout the campus.
Seeing this scene, the students became more and more frightened and crowded together. Some even refused to go back to the dormitory. They felt that it was safer for everyone to stay in the open air together. Already sobbing. The phone ringing kept ringing all around, and the ringing and singing could still overlap. It was all from the parents of the students. This incident is too big, and now is the era of electronic communication, the incident in Shanghai Chuan quickly attracted extremely strong attention through various social platforms.
"Hey, Mom! I'm fine...but I'm scared..."
"Woo woo daddy! I'm with my classmates! Mmmm! I don't run around woo woo..."
In the chaos, Xie Qingcheng also called Xie Xue immediately. After learning that she was making wontons with Aunt Li at home, he was relieved and briefly told her about the situation, Tell her to stay at home safely and not go out, and report to him that he is safe once an hour. Then, without talking nonsense with her, he hung up the phone.
After he ended the call, he found that He Yu was looking at him quietly, their eyes met, and He Yu looked away again.
“…”
Xie Qingcheng realized that He Yu didn't care.
Almost everyone has received messages from relatives or friends, but He Yu's mobile phone is always quiet, like a pool of stagnant water. And the boy's expression was as calm as stagnant water.
Xie Qingcheng was about to say something, and at this moment, the singing of throwing the handkerchief ended, and a huge photo suddenly flashed on everyone's mobile phone. The moment the photo appeared, the two heard a soft "fuck" from the policeman next to them.
The police's paging machine also heard the extremely angry voice of their captain: "This is a **** photo of the police's record of the scene just now! How did it get into their hands!"
Everyone's attention is drawn.
It was a photo without any mosaics.
The content of the photo is bizarre and powerful. It is a corpse of a man. He was strangled on a big messy bed, his tongue was stretched out, and he was naked except for the quilt on his feet. Pair of red high heels.
This big bed room is very familiar to all students. Isn't this a hotel operated by Shanghai Chuan?
Every year in the school season, many parents of students who come to report their children will choose to stay in this hotel. The hotel has a good environment. Holders of the Shanghai Pass student card can get a discount. After a wave of parents who have started school, the follow-up is the long-lasting business patronage of student couples.
The exclamations and exclamations of "I'm going" in the crowd are one after another, most of them are boys, because girls are relatively less timid, many of them have already cried and covered their heads when they saw this death picture turned away. Boys are relatively more receptive to this type of visual stimuli, and many boys can clearly see that this is where they and their girlfriends often go to bed sheets. Damn, now Wenrou Township has become a killing field! Where would I dare to open a room here in the future, and I would be impotent when I see the same big bed.
He has never visited such a civilian hotel, and besides, he has no girlfriend to take with him to open a room, so he frowned, for a while, he did not understand that the boys around him "I will go" In addition to panic, why is it mixed with a sense of lying.
But he deciphered some other content from the picture. He turned around, and he didn't care that he and Xie Qingcheng attacked each other before, and looked directly at Xie Qingcheng's face.
Then he caught the same suspicion as himself from Xie Qingcheng's eyes—
Chengkang Mental Hospital.
This murder method has a subtle echo with the Chengkang Mental Hospital.
First of all, the dress, the deceased were obviously men, but when they died, they were changed into women's clothes and accessories. Liang Jicheng was wearing a full body of women's clothing, while the corpse was wearing red high heels.
The second is music. He Yu and Xie Qingcheng would never forget the song Jiang Lanpei hummed softly when dismembering the body in the office. At that time, they thought that Xie Xue had been killed, and there was a mad woman Sen from across the door. Quietly hummed: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child, don't tell him..."
The third is the three letters WZL, which confirms the mysterious message they both saw in the Neverland cave.
Gradually, more and more students realized Jiang Lanpei's similar murder method, and there were whispers of fear in the crowd.
“…Jiang Lanpei…”
"Yes, it's the song about throwing the handkerchief, she was singing it when she killed, I saw it in the newspaper..."
"Do those red high-heeled shoes look like the shoes she was wearing in the photo of Jiang Lanpei in the newspaper?"
"My God, I heard that 'shoes' represent evil spirits, and also means 'send you away'..."
One of the students may have been frightened and lost control, screaming and shouting: "It's really Jiang Lanpei! Jiang Lanpei is desperate!!"
When this voice shouted, it was like a pot was exploded around.
He Yu told Xie Qingcheng before that after Jiang Lanpei's tragic death, because of her experience and the way of her death, a kind of "just write scumbag" began to spread among the students. The name of the man and the method of death, the signature of Jiang Lanpei, the ghost that the woman turned into will come to claim her life."
Now this photo undoubtedly echoes this kind of strange campus talk, coupled with the magnification and projection of countless mobile phones, the students' emotions will inevitably be greatly stimulated.
Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the police officers and teachers who were responsible for evacuating the students raised their loudspeakers, used their milking strength, and shouted over there :
"Quiet!! Classmates! Don't stay here, follow the teacher back to the dormitory! We will protect your safety!"
The students were driven forward again like ducks, but their eyes were still fixed on the murder photos.
The result of overprotection on weekdays is that students have a very low tolerance threshold for such pictures. When they really see such a **** and terrifying scene, they are even more unable to look away, and they are afraid I am afraid again, and the more I am afraid, the more I look at it, and the more I look at it, the more confused it becomes.
Security evacuation was difficult, but at this time, the picture of everyone's mobile phone video changed again.
The picture of the deceased disappeared, and the content of the screen returned to the "WZL throwing handkerchief death game".
However, compared to just now, the screen has changed slightly.
Behind W, the deceased's name "Wang Jiankang" was accurately marked. The handkerchief-throwing little cyborg beside his name was already black, and all the smiling and playing games were frozen there. It was fixed on the scene where the little boy's head was twisted off.
Under W Wang Jiankang, the Z letter, the electronic children following it were originally stationary, but now they began to spin rapidly. The little electronic girl with the red handkerchief grinned and ran around the circle, lingering behind the "children", ready to drop the handkerchief at any time...
The second round of the killing game has begun.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other, and they both remembered the phrase "WZL will be killed in the near future" on the Neverland guest book.
At that time, they all thought that WZL was the initials of one person, and never doubted that it was the beginning of three people's names...
W, Wang Jiankang is dead.
Z, who would it be?
Suddenly, He Yu's cell phone rang.
He Yu was stunned for a moment. When he saw the caller's name, he paused for a second before picking up the phone uncomfortably: "...Dad."
He Jiwei was coming out of the airport when he saw the news of the Shanghai video murder case sent to him by the secretary: "What happened to your school? How did the security work, how could such a thing happen. "
He Yu did not answer.
He Jiwei: "Where are you now."
"The entrance to the school hall."
"I'll ask Li Bureau to send someone to pick you up."
"No." He Yu glanced around, everyone was about to turn into canned sardines, not to mention Xie Qingcheng was still standing next to him, if he was picked up by a police car at this time Now, it is estimated that Xie Qingcheng will not say anything, and his eyes will be an octave lower in the future. "No, the police car can't come in. I'll go back to the dormitory in a while."
"Then what happens—" But He Jiwei also heard the chaotic movement from He Yu, he stopped and sighed, "You have acquaintances around you now ?"
He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
I don't know if this man is his acquaintance.
As they both believed before, they were just a doctor-patient relationship that ended cleanly.
"Hello? He Yu, are you listening?"
Just as He Yu was about to speak, he heard a boy's voice on the other side of the phone: "Dad! Slow down, I have something on the plane, I have to talk to the crew. ."
"..." He Yu's eyes lightened a lot when he heard the movement over there, "It's okay Dad, there are people I know here."
Speaking and looking at Xie Qingcheng.
"I'm with Dr. Xie."
"Xie Qingcheng?"
"Hmmm..."
"What is he doing with you, is he seeing a doctor for you?"
He Yu can't tell.
Xie Qingcheng has been trying to find fault with him since the time he left the hotel, and it seems that he has not taken much care for him.
But he somehow seemed to be much better. His attention wasn't entirely focused on Xie Xue's incident.
He hadn't noticed it before, he didn't have much trust in Xie Qing, and always felt that Xie Qingcheng was just taking advantage of the fire and making trouble for himself. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that this may be a treatment method that Xie Qing presented to him.
Mental Ebola not only has physical but also important psychological factors. Xie Qingcheng is not a pure drug treatment school, but he pays more attention to the guidance and establishment of the patient's spiritual world. Sometimes it's appropriate to say that he's a little biased towards idealism.
This is also the reason why Xie Qingcheng is not suitable for short-term consultation, but suitable for long-term care. A therapist like him usually does not repeatedly emphasize: "If you are sick, let's talk about it. What can you say to me."
He usually intervenes psychologically on patients in a way that is closest to life and least easy to be discovered. He always wanted his patients to feel like a normal person.
In terms of psychotherapy, sometimes you can't see how professional the doctor said during the process, and there are many hype.
In the end, what people want to see is what kind of comfort the patient has received and what kind of mental state has changed.
He Yu found that he and Xie Qing were arguing during this period of time, racking his brains to deal with the stumbling block he caused him, and actually came out from the initial blow of lovelorn Not a lot.
He was slightly distracted by this discovery, and looked up at Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Jiwei: "Why don't you speak again? What's the matter?"
"It's okay." He Yu coughed lightly and turned his eyes away from Xie Qingcheng, "Yes, he is treating me."
"This Xie Qingcheng...he was unwilling to keep him before, but asked him not to, preferring to be a volunteer."
He Yu couldn't say that he was sick in the hotel and bit people, which stimulated Dr. Xie. He had to embarrassedly said: "He...he just looks at it occasionally. It's not fixed."
He Jiwei paused for a while: "That's okay. Then you follow him, don't go back to your bedroom, what's the safety of the hairy children gathering together, you follow you Doctor Xie, go back to him his dormitory."
He Yu: "...Dad, this is not appropriate."
"What's inappropriate? He brought you from childhood to adulthood, and he is willing to help with this matter."
"He is no longer my doctor."
"One code is one code, there is no human relationship outside the employment relationship? Otherwise, why does he occasionally see your doctor? Besides, he didn't make trouble in our house, so what's the point? Is it so cold and clear? If you are embarrassed, just give him the phone and I will tell him."
He Yu's brother's voice came from the other end of the phone again: "Dad, why are you walking so fast, who is it? He Yu?"
"...I see." He Yu didn't want to listen to this voice anymore, "I'll hang up first."
After closing the line, He Yu set his eyes on Xie Qingcheng and coughed lightly: "That—"
Xie Qingcheng: "Your father asked you to go back with me."
"...you heard."
Xie Qing Cheng hummed, and He Yu walked along the crowd. Hu Chuan is now closed, and Xie Qingcheng can't go back to Shanghai Medical Department, but he can go to Xie Xue's dormitory. He told Xie Xue just now that he also knows the password of the electronic lock.
The two managed to follow the crowd back to the dormitory, and Xie Qingcheng opened the door.
"Come in."
The living room light was turned on, and the homey atmosphere in the room dispelled the overwhelming sense of oppression outside. Even though the terrorist act is still going on, in such an environment, it is more like watching a fire from the other side, and it is not as suffocating as watching a movie where the police and the murderer are fighting.
What's more, this is Xie Xue's house, and they are greeted by a coffee table with junk snacks and bear puppets.
And there are two bowls of small raccoon cup noodles that have not been lost.
He Yu: "…"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
It's hard to be scary.
He Yu looked at the living room with nowhere to go. Although he had been to Xie Xue's residence before, Xie Xue would clean up himself before inviting him in.
I didn't expect that the room that had never been taken care of would be like this, comparable to the scene of the recycling station.
He felt that this was more shocking than the photos of Wang Jiankang's murder scene, and it was difficult to associate such a messy house with Xie Xueping's refreshing appearance.
He leaned against the door for a while with his hands behind his back, and then asked cautiously, "...Is it the same as usual?"
"It's always been like this." Xie Qingcheng was used to being a father for a long time, and expressionlessly picked up a bear that Xie Xue had thrown on the ground, patted it clean, and placed it again. back to the closet.
He Yu: "..."
"Boil some hot water and make two cups of tea."
“…good.”
When He Yu was making tea, he found that there were also two sets of tea sets that Xie Xue had thrown in the pool.
Something flashed in his mind, but before he thought about it, he heard Xie Qingcheng say to him in the living room: "Take the Tibetan tea on the third floor of the tea cabinet, I will drink the Tibetan tea ."
He Yu responded, and concentrated on finding the Tibetan tea that his "Mr. Xie" asked for in Xie Xue's pile of snacks and drinks, so he didn't think about the black tea bag. and two tea sets.
A man who can start pulling his sister eight years younger than him when he was still a teenager will never be a fuel-efficient lamp.
When He Yu made tea and came out with a tray, Xie Qingcheng was bending over to clean up the last stack of books on the carpet.
His bending over is very nice, because his legs are very straight and long, and his waist is thin. When he goes down, his clothes are straight, and his thin waist can be clearly seen under his shirt.
Seeing He Yu coming, he straightened up and put the books back on the bookshelf, looked at him sideways, raised his chin slightly, and motioned to Secretary Xiao He that his Tibetan tea had been put away Very clean coffee table.
Secretary He: "I'm soaking in the cold fragrance of snow. That's right."
"Hmm."
Mr. Xie collected his things and washed his hands, then sat down on the sofa and loosened his collar.
Although they were separated by the wall, they could still hear the noise of the people outside, the sound of the siren, and even, as long as Xie Qingcheng turned his face slightly, they could see the building that looked like a The tower of the blood-red Judgment Sword.
On the phone, the little girl behind Z lost her handkerchief and was still spinning.
Xie Qingcheng: "Hacker?"
He Yu: "Definitely. The locked range is the mobile electronic equipment and radio and television towers in this area."
He said, probably because Xie Qingcheng and his mobile phone were annoying to play this video at the same time, and probably because of the hacker's habit of competing for strength, he turned on the mobile phone and began to enter a piece of code instruction.
"...It's interesting, they use the latest equipment in the United States, I have contact with it once." After a while, He Yu said softly, "This equipment has a wide radiation range, but there are bugs, get rid of it. It's not hard to control."
He stared at the deciphering code on the screen, making a code breakthrough to the opponent's defense system.
In a few minutes.
He Yu's phone was really quiet.
His phone was free of the other party's technological radiation, and he casually tossed it aside.
"It's that simple?"
"My skills should not be considered the bottom." He Yu, who ranks among the top five hackers on the dark web, said modestly, "He shouldn't have done anything to me."
"Can you stop the radiation in the whole area?"
He Yu smiled: "No, I can't do that without genuine equipment. And it's the police's business. If I involve myself in it, it's easy to become the object of investigation. Yours I don't protect my phone anymore, I'll keep it to watch the video."
What he said made sense, Xie Qing agreed.
He Yu sat down opposite Xie Qingcheng and asked, "By the way, do you know that Wang Jiankang?"
Xie Qingcheng is a professor of medicine in Shanghai, and Wang Jiankang is a staff member of Shanghai University. He Yu just asked casually. Unexpectedly, after Xie Qingcheng took a sip of the cold fragrant Tibetan tea, he closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and spit out two words: "I know."
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were the last to leave the auditorium.
When they went outside, they saw students walking towards the dormitory in groups under the leadership of teachers and police, the school broadcast was playing a notice: "Please calm down, classmates, don't leave Shan, if there are students in remote locations, immediately get in touch with your teachers, roommates, and classmates, and please return to the dormitory in an orderly manner…”
But the sound of the radio still couldn't suppress the noise of the students.
In the open air, everyone's eyes are fixed on their mobile phones, or staring at the school's landmark building - Huchuan Radio and Television Tower.
It is a high-rise building specially built by the school for radio and television art students.
However, at this moment, the console system has been hacked, and the entire TV tower is locked into a dazzling red, like a blood-stained sword On the ground, there are several lines of words in bold that can be read clearly from thousands of meters away.
W,
Z,
L,
The handkerchief death game, begins.
In addition to the radio and television tower, all the smart phone signals in Shanghai University are also locked by the other party's software. Everyone's mobile phones can still be used, but there is a small screen frame that cannot be turned off.
Thousands of small windows instantly turned the Huda in the night into a fluorescent galaxy, but unfortunately every star in the galaxy broadcasts a terrifying and eerie picture.
Xie Qingcheng looked down at his mobile phone again and found that the text in the video was the same as that on the radio and television tower.
Written all: W, Z, L, throwing the handkerchief death game, start.
But in the video, under each letter, there is a circle of very weird electronic dolls, the little dolls sit in a circle, one of them is a female doll swinging with a smile, standing outside the circle , holding a scarlet handkerchief in his hand, just like the handkerchief throwing game he played as a child.
Behind the letter W, the girl doll has left her handkerchief behind one of the electronic little boys, the boy is running, and the girl is chasing after him with a smile.
Suddenly!
The female doll behind the letter W caught up with the male doll, the girl giggled, grabbed the head of the electronic male doll she caught, and twisted it off!
After a few seconds, all the mobile phones in the whole school once again sang a tender and flat song: "Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently on the children Don't tell him..."
Countless mobile phone amplifiers turned this soft children's song into a chilling chorus that resounded throughout the campus.
Seeing this scene, the students became more and more frightened and crowded together. Some even refused to go back to the dormitory. They felt that it was safer for everyone to stay in the open air together. Already sobbing. The phone ringing kept ringing all around, and the ringing and singing could still overlap. It was all from the parents of the students. This incident is too big, and now is the era of electronic communication, the incident in Shanghai Chuan quickly attracted extremely strong attention through various social platforms.
"Hey, Mom! I'm fine...but I'm scared..."
"Woo woo daddy! I'm with my classmates! Mmmm! I don't run around woo woo..."
In the chaos, Xie Qingcheng also called Xie Xue immediately. After learning that she was making wontons with Aunt Li at home, he was relieved and briefly told her about the situation, Tell her to stay at home safely and not go out, and report to him that he is safe once an hour. Then, without talking nonsense with her, he hung up the phone.
After he ended the call, he found that He Yu was looking at him quietly, their eyes met, and He Yu looked away again.
“…”
Xie Qingcheng realized that He Yu didn't care.
Almost everyone has received messages from relatives or friends, but He Yu's mobile phone is always quiet, like a pool of stagnant water. And the boy's expression was as calm as stagnant water.
Xie Qingcheng was about to say something, and at this moment, the singing of throwing the handkerchief ended, and a huge photo suddenly flashed on everyone's mobile phone. The moment the photo appeared, the two heard a soft "fuck" from the policeman next to them.
The police's paging machine also heard the extremely angry voice of their captain: "This is a **** photo of the police's record of the scene just now! How did it get into their hands!"
Everyone's attention is drawn.
It was a photo without any mosaics.
The content of the photo is bizarre and powerful. It is a corpse of a man. He was strangled on a big messy bed, his tongue was stretched out, and he was naked except for the quilt on his feet. Pair of red high heels.
This big bed room is very familiar to all students. Isn't this a hotel operated by Shanghai Chuan?
Every year in the school season, many parents of students who come to report their children will choose to stay in this hotel. The hotel has a good environment. Holders of the Shanghai Pass student card can get a discount. After a wave of parents who have started school, the follow-up is the long-lasting business patronage of student couples.
The exclamations and exclamations of "I'm going" in the crowd are one after another, most of them are boys, because girls are relatively less timid, many of them have already cried and covered their heads when they saw this death picture turned away. Boys are relatively more receptive to this type of visual stimuli, and many boys can clearly see that this is where they and their girlfriends often go to bed sheets. Damn, now Wenrou Township has become a killing field! Where would I dare to open a room here in the future, and I would be impotent when I see the same big bed.
He has never visited such a civilian hotel, and besides, he has no girlfriend to take with him to open a room, so he frowned, for a while, he did not understand that the boys around him "I will go" In addition to panic, why is it mixed with a sense of lying.
But he deciphered some other content from the picture. He turned around, and he didn't care that he and Xie Qingcheng attacked each other before, and looked directly at Xie Qingcheng's face.
Then he caught the same suspicion as himself from Xie Qingcheng's eyes—
Chengkang Mental Hospital.
This murder method has a subtle echo with the Chengkang Mental Hospital.
First of all, the dress, the deceased were obviously men, but when they died, they were changed into women's clothes and accessories. Liang Jicheng was wearing a full body of women's clothing, while the corpse was wearing red high heels.
The second is music. He Yu and Xie Qingcheng would never forget the song Jiang Lanpei hummed softly when dismembering the body in the office. At that time, they thought that Xie Xue had been killed, and there was a mad woman Sen from across the door. Quietly hummed: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child, don't tell him..."
The third is the three letters WZL, which confirms the mysterious message they both saw in the Neverland cave.
Gradually, more and more students realized Jiang Lanpei's similar murder method, and there were whispers of fear in the crowd.
“…Jiang Lanpei…”
"Yes, it's the song about throwing the handkerchief, she was singing it when she killed, I saw it in the newspaper..."
"Do those red high-heeled shoes look like the shoes she was wearing in the photo of Jiang Lanpei in the newspaper?"
"My God, I heard that 'shoes' represent evil spirits, and also means 'send you away'..."
One of the students may have been frightened and lost control, screaming and shouting: "It's really Jiang Lanpei! Jiang Lanpei is desperate!!"
When this voice shouted, it was like a pot was exploded around.
He Yu told Xie Qingcheng before that after Jiang Lanpei's tragic death, because of her experience and the way of her death, a kind of "just write scumbag" began to spread among the students. The name of the man and the method of death, the signature of Jiang Lanpei, the ghost that the woman turned into will come to claim her life."
Now this photo undoubtedly echoes this kind of strange campus talk, coupled with the magnification and projection of countless mobile phones, the students' emotions will inevitably be greatly stimulated.
Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the police officers and teachers who were responsible for evacuating the students raised their loudspeakers, used their milking strength, and shouted over there :
"Quiet!! Classmates! Don't stay here, follow the teacher back to the dormitory! We will protect your safety!"
The students were driven forward again like ducks, but their eyes were still fixed on the murder photos.
The result of overprotection on weekdays is that students have a very low tolerance threshold for such pictures. When they really see such a **** and terrifying scene, they are even more unable to look away, and they are afraid I am afraid again, and the more I am afraid, the more I look at it, and the more I look at it, the more confused it becomes.
Security evacuation was difficult, but at this time, the picture of everyone's mobile phone video changed again.
The picture of the deceased disappeared, and the content of the screen returned to the "WZL throwing handkerchief death game".
However, compared to just now, the screen has changed slightly.
Behind W, the deceased's name "Wang Jiankang" was accurately marked. The handkerchief-throwing little cyborg beside his name was already black, and all the smiling and playing games were frozen there. It was fixed on the scene where the little boy's head was twisted off.
Under W Wang Jiankang, the Z letter, the electronic children following it were originally stationary, but now they began to spin rapidly. The little electronic girl with the red handkerchief grinned and ran around the circle, lingering behind the "children", ready to drop the handkerchief at any time...
The second round of the killing game has begun.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other, and they both remembered the phrase "WZL will be killed in the near future" on the Neverland guest book.
At that time, they all thought that WZL was the initials of one person, and never doubted that it was the beginning of three people's names...
W, Wang Jiankang is dead.
Z, who would it be?
Suddenly, He Yu's cell phone rang.
He Yu was stunned for a moment. When he saw the caller's name, he paused for a second before picking up the phone uncomfortably: "...Dad."
He Jiwei was coming out of the airport when he saw the news of the Shanghai video murder case sent to him by the secretary: "What happened to your school? How did the security work, how could such a thing happen. "
He Yu did not answer.
He Jiwei: "Where are you now."
"The entrance to the school hall."
"I'll ask Li Bureau to send someone to pick you up."
"No." He Yu glanced around, everyone was about to turn into canned sardines, not to mention Xie Qingcheng was still standing next to him, if he was picked up by a police car at this time Now, it is estimated that Xie Qingcheng will not say anything, and his eyes will be an octave lower in the future. "No, the police car can't come in. I'll go back to the dormitory in a while."
"Then what happens—" But He Jiwei also heard the chaotic movement from He Yu, he stopped and sighed, "You have acquaintances around you now ?"
He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
I don't know if this man is his acquaintance.
As they both believed before, they were just a doctor-patient relationship that ended cleanly.
"Hello? He Yu, are you listening?"
Just as He Yu was about to speak, he heard a boy's voice on the other side of the phone: "Dad! Slow down, I have something on the plane, I have to talk to the crew. ."
"..." He Yu's eyes lightened a lot when he heard the movement over there, "It's okay Dad, there are people I know here."
Speaking and looking at Xie Qingcheng.
"I'm with Dr. Xie."
"Xie Qingcheng?"
"Hmmm..."
"What is he doing with you, is he seeing a doctor for you?"
He Yu can't tell.
Xie Qingcheng has been trying to find fault with him since the time he left the hotel, and it seems that he has not taken much care for him.
But he somehow seemed to be much better. His attention wasn't entirely focused on Xie Xue's incident.
He hadn't noticed it before, he didn't have much trust in Xie Qing, and always felt that Xie Qingcheng was just taking advantage of the fire and making trouble for himself. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that this may be a treatment method that Xie Qing presented to him.
Mental Ebola not only has physical but also important psychological factors. Xie Qingcheng is not a pure drug treatment school, but he pays more attention to the guidance and establishment of the patient's spiritual world. Sometimes it's appropriate to say that he's a little biased towards idealism.
This is also the reason why Xie Qingcheng is not suitable for short-term consultation, but suitable for long-term care. A therapist like him usually does not repeatedly emphasize: "If you are sick, let's talk about it. What can you say to me."
He usually intervenes psychologically on patients in a way that is closest to life and least easy to be discovered. He always wanted his patients to feel like a normal person.
In terms of psychotherapy, sometimes you can't see how professional the doctor said during the process, and there are many hype.
In the end, what people want to see is what kind of comfort the patient has received and what kind of mental state has changed.
He Yu found that he and Xie Qing were arguing during this period of time, racking his brains to deal with the stumbling block he caused him, and actually came out from the initial blow of lovelorn Not a lot.
He was slightly distracted by this discovery, and looked up at Xie Qingcheng: "…"
He Jiwei: "Why don't you speak again? What's the matter?"
"It's okay." He Yu coughed lightly and turned his eyes away from Xie Qingcheng, "Yes, he is treating me."
"This Xie Qingcheng...he was unwilling to keep him before, but asked him not to, preferring to be a volunteer."
He Yu couldn't say that he was sick in the hotel and bit people, which stimulated Dr. Xie. He had to embarrassedly said: "He...he just looks at it occasionally. It's not fixed."
He Jiwei paused for a while: "That's okay. Then you follow him, don't go back to your bedroom, what's the safety of the hairy children gathering together, you follow you Doctor Xie, go back to him his dormitory."
He Yu: "...Dad, this is not appropriate."
"What's inappropriate? He brought you from childhood to adulthood, and he is willing to help with this matter."
"He is no longer my doctor."
"One code is one code, there is no human relationship outside the employment relationship? Otherwise, why does he occasionally see your doctor? Besides, he didn't make trouble in our house, so what's the point? Is it so cold and clear? If you are embarrassed, just give him the phone and I will tell him."
He Yu's brother's voice came from the other end of the phone again: "Dad, why are you walking so fast, who is it? He Yu?"
"...I see." He Yu didn't want to listen to this voice anymore, "I'll hang up first."
After closing the line, He Yu set his eyes on Xie Qingcheng and coughed lightly: "That—"
Xie Qingcheng: "Your father asked you to go back with me."
"...you heard."
Xie Qing Cheng hummed, and He Yu walked along the crowd. Hu Chuan is now closed, and Xie Qingcheng can't go back to Shanghai Medical Department, but he can go to Xie Xue's dormitory. He told Xie Xue just now that he also knows the password of the electronic lock.
The two managed to follow the crowd back to the dormitory, and Xie Qingcheng opened the door.
"Come in."
The living room light was turned on, and the homey atmosphere in the room dispelled the overwhelming sense of oppression outside. Even though the terrorist act is still going on, in such an environment, it is more like watching a fire from the other side, and it is not as suffocating as watching a movie where the police and the murderer are fighting.
What's more, this is Xie Xue's house, and they are greeted by a coffee table with junk snacks and bear puppets.
And there are two bowls of small raccoon cup noodles that have not been lost.
He Yu: "…"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
It's hard to be scary.
He Yu looked at the living room with nowhere to go. Although he had been to Xie Xue's residence before, Xie Xue would clean up himself before inviting him in.
I didn't expect that the room that had never been taken care of would be like this, comparable to the scene of the recycling station.
He felt that this was more shocking than the photos of Wang Jiankang's murder scene, and it was difficult to associate such a messy house with Xie Xueping's refreshing appearance.
He leaned against the door for a while with his hands behind his back, and then asked cautiously, "...Is it the same as usual?"
"It's always been like this." Xie Qingcheng was used to being a father for a long time, and expressionlessly picked up a bear that Xie Xue had thrown on the ground, patted it clean, and placed it again. back to the closet.
He Yu: "..."
"Boil some hot water and make two cups of tea."
“…good.”
When He Yu was making tea, he found that there were also two sets of tea sets that Xie Xue had thrown in the pool.
Something flashed in his mind, but before he thought about it, he heard Xie Qingcheng say to him in the living room: "Take the Tibetan tea on the third floor of the tea cabinet, I will drink the Tibetan tea ."
He Yu responded, and concentrated on finding the Tibetan tea that his "Mr. Xie" asked for in Xie Xue's pile of snacks and drinks, so he didn't think about the black tea bag. and two tea sets.
A man who can start pulling his sister eight years younger than him when he was still a teenager will never be a fuel-efficient lamp.
When He Yu made tea and came out with a tray, Xie Qingcheng was bending over to clean up the last stack of books on the carpet.
His bending over is very nice, because his legs are very straight and long, and his waist is thin. When he goes down, his clothes are straight, and his thin waist can be clearly seen under his shirt.
Seeing He Yu coming, he straightened up and put the books back on the bookshelf, looked at him sideways, raised his chin slightly, and motioned to Secretary Xiao He that his Tibetan tea had been put away Very clean coffee table.
Secretary He: "I'm soaking in the cold fragrance of snow. That's right."
"Hmm."
Mr. Xie collected his things and washed his hands, then sat down on the sofa and loosened his collar.
Although they were separated by the wall, they could still hear the noise of the people outside, the sound of the siren, and even, as long as Xie Qingcheng turned his face slightly, they could see the building that looked like a The tower of the blood-red Judgment Sword.
On the phone, the little girl behind Z lost her handkerchief and was still spinning.
Xie Qingcheng: "Hacker?"
He Yu: "Definitely. The locked range is the mobile electronic equipment and radio and television towers in this area."
He said, probably because Xie Qingcheng and his mobile phone were annoying to play this video at the same time, and probably because of the hacker's habit of competing for strength, he turned on the mobile phone and began to enter a piece of code instruction.
"...It's interesting, they use the latest equipment in the United States, I have contact with it once." After a while, He Yu said softly, "This equipment has a wide radiation range, but there are bugs, get rid of it. It's not hard to control."
He stared at the deciphering code on the screen, making a code breakthrough to the opponent's defense system.
In a few minutes.
He Yu's phone was really quiet.
His phone was free of the other party's technological radiation, and he casually tossed it aside.
"It's that simple?"
"My skills should not be considered the bottom." He Yu, who ranks among the top five hackers on the dark web, said modestly, "He shouldn't have done anything to me."
"Can you stop the radiation in the whole area?"
He Yu smiled: "No, I can't do that without genuine equipment. And it's the police's business. If I involve myself in it, it's easy to become the object of investigation. Yours I don't protect my phone anymore, I'll keep it to watch the video."
What he said made sense, Xie Qing agreed.
He Yu sat down opposite Xie Qingcheng and asked, "By the way, do you know that Wang Jiankang?"
Xie Qingcheng is a professor of medicine in Shanghai, and Wang Jiankang is a staff member of Shanghai University. He Yu just asked casually. Unexpectedly, after Xie Qingcheng took a sip of the cold fragrant Tibetan tea, he closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and spit out two words: "I know."
