The photo of Zhang Yong's death has disappeared, and what remains now is the last blood-red text—
L.
The final game of throwing the handkerchief and killing game officially begins.
"You tell me who the L you locked up is."
In the bedroom, Xie Qingcheng took a heavy puff of cigarette, one hand pressed against the wall, the fingertips of the other hand pressed against the temple, the peach blossom eyes floated up, staring closely into the distance The blood on the radio tower.
Team Zheng on the phone said something to him earnestly.
Xie Qingcheng restrained his emotions: "I won't tell you if there are any. You give me the list."
“…”
"A while ago I sent a message book found by Shanghai University to the police station. It said that wzl will be killed in the near future, and the signature is Jiang Lanpei. I thought it was something useful to your police. So I sent it back. You don't have to hide it from me, that kind of book won't appear there for no reason, and it can match the information on today's murder video. "
"Xie Xie..."
"That's your informant's message, isn't it?"
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth: "So you already know about WZL's murder, but I'm afraid the informant is also half-informed, he can only write the information he knows in a notebook and give it to You remind, let you decipher—WZL, count the days, you should have been thinking about this news for a long time, enough to lock a list. Zheng Jingfeng, don’t tell me you don’t have this thing.”
Captain Zheng sighed with a long sigh: "...I can't hide it from you Xiaoxie. Listen to me, I understand your feelings, no one can stand this matter, but... "
Zheng Jingfeng's words changed, Xie Qingcheng's smoke star scorched the side of his fingers, making people tremble slightly.
"But we have to keep it a secret..."
Xie Qingcheng suddenly became violent, and he was rarely so emotional: "Secret? What secret? When my parents died, you couldn't find anything, and in the end it was just a car accident. How long did I talk to you at that time? How much did I pay for an answer?! You know everything but you can't find any evidence! So many years... I have a sister, and then I gave up, I I can't control that much... but now these people are dangling under my nose, you told me to keep it secret?"
"Xie Qingcheng, you are not a policeman after all, you have to calm down..."
"I'm the **** son of the victim!"
“…”
"Who are the people who killed my parents, I may find a living person to ask today." How can I calm down?"
“…”
"How do you want me to trust you Zheng Jingfeng. It's been nineteen years and you haven't given me an answer. Now you can't even stop the hacker who kills this video from the countdown to invade you. You don't have to tell me, I all know that those people are one foot taller than the devil, how likely is it that they can retreat this time?"
"Officer Zheng Jingfeng Zheng, do you understand what it's like to have only known darkness for 19 years, but can't wait for the truth! I have always endured it, and have been waiting."
“…I understand. But…”
"I have understood you for nineteen years, can you understand me today."
"...I understand, I understand..." The other party murmured, as if he didn't know what to say.
Xie Qingcheng paused, and every word was bloody.
"Team Zheng. If you really understand, give me L's list."
“…”
"Otherwise I'll find a way to find it myself."
“…”
A little silence.
Zheng Jingfeng finally said: "Oh, Xiao Xie, listen to your uncle Zheng's advice..."
He then said some words of persuasion, but that became the last straw that broke Xie Qingcheng.
He suddenly scolded violently and kicked the seat next to him: "Fuck you! What's the use of that? Don't talk to Lao Tzu like this again!!"
Xie Qingcheng threw the phone heavily on the table, with his forehead pressed against the wall.
No one in this world, not even Xie Xue, has ever seen his face. His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.
He was silent for a moment, then looked at the radio and television tower again.
The radio and television tower and the screen projection of these tens of thousands of mobile phones are synchronized in real time, and the handkerchief throwing video game behind L is slowly going on.
Xie Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself down, picked up the phone again with trembling fingers, adjusted his breathing, and dialed Chen slow.
"Beep...beep..."
"Hello, Brother Xie."
"Chen slow." Xie Qingcheng said in a hoarse voice to the person on the phone, "...one thing, see if you can help me."
Chen slowed for a while: "Brother, as long as you ask me to do it, I will do it. But..."
“…”
Chen slow's voice became very uncomfortable: "But I know what you want to do now."
He threw the lighter aside impatiently, biting the filter paper. "you know?"
"I know, the public security in almost the whole of Shanghai is monitoring this matter. The mobile signal port of Shanghai University was invaded and the video of death was forcibly transmitted. Although our people have intercepted the hacker - but Received an anonymous threat again. If we block the video, there will be explosions in several locations in Shanghai. We can’t be sure if it’s true or not, but we can’t bet on it.” Chen Lan’s voice was exhausted, “Brother Xie , I know what you want to do."
“…”
"I saw what you saw. I know that you want to find L, prevent him from being killed, and ask who and which organization the murderer of your parents was."
Chen slow said this, his voice was a little choked: "I know... I also know that my eldest brother was trying to get back the truth for your father and his master, he was... he was... "
Chen slow sniffling came from the other end of the phone.
Xie Qingcheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the throat was a little bitter.
Chen slow did not cry in front of him, but through the current, his tears seemed to fall on his heart.
"Can't you help me?" Xie Qingcheng asked softly.
"I can't... this is the rule... I, I'm just a grassroots, I don't have access to such a high key, and I... I'm a policeman... I..."
“…” Xie Qingcheng said nothing.
He can scold Zheng Jingfeng, even if Zheng Jingfeng is his elder. But in this matter, he can never scold Chen slow.
He just said with infinite fatigue: "That's it."
"Thank you, I-"
Xie Qingcheng has hung up.
He was lying on the bed, time passed around him minute by minute, his whole person was cold, from his fingertips to his heart...
"Dad! Mom!!"
"Don't go! Xie Qingcheng! Don't go!!"
Nineteen years ago on a rainy night, when he finally realized who the two cold corpses were in a pool of blood, he uncontrollably rushed towards his parents.
His father's colleagues hugged him, and several people rushed over to stop him.
"Who is the murderer? Who is the murderer? Who is the driver!"
“…”
"You let me go... You let me see a little more clearly, is it possible that I have made a mistake, or that I have made a mistake...?!"
Those police officers were crying, but they still refused to let go of his hand.
"Xiao Xie, don't do this."
"The driver has escaped, we will check... We will check it out and give you an explanation..."
But what did they tell him?
He later learned that no one escaped. In the surveillance that was called out, the car was completely unmanned. It seemed that it was controlled by some remote device, and it hit his parents directly. Then the device started the explosion program, and the fire burned up instantly, destroying the cab. The evidence burned clean and thoroughly.
Clean and clean.
It has been nineteen years since it was clean, and it has not been detected yet.
Xie Qingcheng was lying on the bed, feeling more and more cold, his trembling hands could not light a cigarette, he reluctantly opened the phone, found a file from it, and kept looking at the picture.
A click.
The bedroom door opened.
At this time, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and turned off his mobile phone. On his mobile phone, calls began to come in one after another—
There are old colleagues of his parents, Xie Xue, and Chen Wan.
He didn't answer anyone, the phone rang one after another, stinging his eardrums.
“Jingle Bell…”
Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing.
The sound of a shutdown sounded immediately.
Xie Qingcheng covered his forehead and eyes with his arms, only then did he open his eyes slightly, and through his bent arms, he looked numbly at the young man who turned off his cell phone.
"I heard it all." He Yu said.
“…”
"You never told me that your parents went this way."
Xie Qingcheng tilted his head. He didn't cry, but his eyes were so red that he wanted to get up and go out. He Yu couldn't understand these things.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk too much with him.
He sat up, picked up the cigarette with his slightly trembling hand, and lit a few times, but there was no strength in his hand, so he couldn't light it.
The lighter was taken over, with a crisp sound, He Yu lit the Zippo for him, and brought it to Xie Qingcheng's lips.
"..." Xie Qingcheng took it and took a sip, and the trembling all over his body slowly subsided.
He Yu sat beside him and quietly watched him finish his cigarette.
He felt that Xie Qingcheng was actually very powerful. When he encountered such a thing, he just lost some emotional control, no gaffe, and no mental breakdown.
But such a helpless Xie Qingcheng is still rare in front of him.
He seemed very fragile, and He Yu was used to his strength. Such a fragile Xie Qingcheng searched everyone, but no one was willing to help him and Xie Qingcheng who could help him. He Yu had a feeling that he had never felt before and wanted to extend his hand to him.
He looked at Xie Qingcheng's desperate yet silent expression, and suddenly he felt a little familiar.
He stared at him for a while…
Then he remembered.
It was very much like himself when he was sick, eight years old, nine years old, ten years old... Whenever he was in the most pain, he would be so helpless, but so silent, what? Don't want to talk to anyone.
How did Xie Qingcheng do to himself at that time?
…too long.
He Yu was surprised, how could he still remember.
It was after Xie Qingcheng became his personal doctor...he first got sick.
Needles could be heard in the villa that day, and it was as quiet as a barren mound.
A skin that has nothing to do with oneself.
When He Yu fell ill, he liked to smell blood, and he was bloodthirsty. Although there is no power to hurt others, no matter how you treat yourself, it is always right.
He watched the blood flow down his hand indifferently, feeling his heart covered with moss, the cruel feeling extending from the core to the limbs...
Suddenly, in the depths of the endless summer flowers, a calm voice sounded—
"Hey kid."
He Yu was taken aback, and immediately hid the blade quietly, put his hands behind his back, and then cleaned up a piece of pure land on his childish face, and piled up the innocence that a child should have. brilliant. He raised his head and found that the person who came out of the flower room was the very young Xie Qingcheng in a white coat.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him condescendingly: "What are you hiding?"
“…nothing.”
He Yu never had a relationship with anyone, and naturally hoped that he would go away.
The sharp blade in the sleeve is against the skin, and it takes a lot of effort for him to restrain the desire to use it to violence against others.
But Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and forced him to stretch out his hand. The **** knife fell to the ground. Xie Qingcheng saw the **** knife edge on his wrist.
He Yu was tense, waiting for him to scold himself.
But after waiting for a long time, he only waited until the doctor said: "...Aren't you in pain?"
He froze.
His parents knew he was sick, but they seemed to be ashamed of his disease. Especially his mother—
"You can't hurt anyone, you have to learn to self-regulate, I can understand your physical discomfort, but how can a child have so much mental pain? It seems that you are still not enough strong."
He listened quietly to his mother's admonitions, like every time he was taught. According to their requirements, he lived his life into awards, trophies, and praise.
He is in pieces, and every piece of flesh must be put under a microscope for inspection.
He can't go wrong.
So, every time he got sick, he would carefully hide the pain and internalize it into his thick cocooned heart.
He must be excellent, he can't even cry in pain. It's no use shouting, no one really cares.
Gradually, he lost the instinct to breathe. It doesn't matter anymore.
What he tortured was his own heart, and what he was biting was his own limbs. He transformed those perverted diseases that would disappoint people into scars that could not be easily shown.
As long as he doesn't harm others, his illness is not missed, right?
His own blood was the only sacrifice he offered to the sick.
He's used to it.
Hey, kid, don't you feel pain?
The young dragon growled weakly but furiously in his heart, but when the man reached out to touch his wound, he dragged the **** remnant to dodge in a panic, the thorny dragon tail Patting anxiously.
He is not used to being questioned.
Not used to being cared about.
He said, I don't feel pain.
I don't hurt you don't look at me like that! I won't hurt anyone, don't shut me up, don't question me, don't come near me, go away...
The hand was pinched, and the young doctor pulled out the arm he had been hiding underneath, and opened his sleeve.
The cold blade fell to the ground.
As far as the eyes can see, this young and tender child, in order to restrain his urge to hurt others, made a series of cuts on his body with the tip of a knife when he fell ill. The blood was still flowing in a crisscross pattern.
The young dragon seemed to be frightened, and even fell off the well-behaved and docile human mask, revealing the ugly and scarred face of the ugly little dragon behind.
He slapped the thorny dragon's tail, bared his sharp teeth as he roared, and with all his vigilance, hurriedly drove the intruder out of his lair—
"None of your business, don't touch me."
The young doctor ignored his resistance, wrapped his hands around his creaking nest, picked up the little child and carried it on his shoulders.
"Stay still."
He Yu struggled, he hated the smell of disinfectant on his body, and the faint astringent smell of medicine in his sleeves.
He couldn't hide his tyranny any longer, and he gritted his teeth and softly threatened, which was also a warning.
"Let go of me or I might hurt you..."
“…”
The doctor said indifferently: "How are you going to hurt me? Is there a specific plan?"
When he turned his head, He Yu could only see Xie Qingcheng's dark and cold eyes.
For the first time, he was not stared at and envied as a "role model".
In those eyes, he suddenly turned into a clumsy child, making mistakes and being ridiculous, and even reaching out to ask people for candy is not wrong.
So he was stunned and forgot to run away.
Xie Qingcheng washed his hands beside the sink to kill, and then said, "Put out your hand, and I will bandage you."
"...It's okay. I don't care." He Yu turned his head away, clutching his bleeding wound, unwilling to believe the person in front of him.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are used to the smell of blood and violence, and you don't even care about self-harm because of this, right?"
He Yu said softly:
"Yes. This can't be changed, and I don't want to trouble you."
Xie Qing said indifferently: "I took the money."
“…”
"Little devil, do you think self-mutilation is the right thing? Bloodthirsty, distorted heart, is it something that should be ignored?"
"You even hurt yourself, you don't even value yourself. The smell of blood is too much, and there is no human affection, slowly, more and more crazy, more and more numb , life is like grass and stubborn stones, don't you regret it? Don't you feel pain?"
…
These conversations are as if they happened yesterday.
Even if Xie Qingcheng left later and the relationship with him faded, he still remembered that day, it was the first time that such a person reached out to him and asked him.
Are you in pain?
Why don't you even value yourself...
He Yu watched the man hang his head and smoke the last cigarette.
He suddenly said: "Xie Qingcheng, you want to know who the police are targeting, right?"
“…”
"Don't be sad. Maybe I can help you."
Xie Qingcheng raised his head suddenly and looked at him with wide peach blossom eyes.
"Don't forget." He Yu said, "I am also a hacker."
“…”
"The equipment they use is the most advanced, out of habit, I know that equipment when it first came out, and I have blocked the other party's attack on my mobile phone just now. It is clear that the technicians hired by these people may not be something I can't break through."
He Yu was not joking with him.
His expression was very serious, even solemn.
Like and always, the mountain standing in front of him with an insurmountable attitude declares that he has grown up and is no longer the helpless boy in the endless summer.
Xie Qingcheng was at a loss for a while, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were chaotic.
After a long time, he heard himself asking: "… why are you… helping me."
He Yu was quiet for a while, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand to him.
Just like Xie Qingcheng back then, he had the courage to extend his hand to the child who suffered from illness, depression, violence and bloodthirsty, and self-harm.
"Because once, you did the same thing to me."
“…”
"Xie Qingcheng, I never liked you."
"But..."
The fragrance of the endless summer hydrangea seems to float from the midsummer of that year, and the standing person reaches out to the sitting person—
"Doctor Xie, I have never... never forgotten you."
The photo of Zhang Yong's death has disappeared, and what remains now is the last blood-red text—
L.
The final game of throwing the handkerchief and killing game officially begins.
"You tell me who the L you locked up is."
In the bedroom, Xie Qingcheng took a heavy puff of cigarette, one hand pressed against the wall, the fingertips of the other hand pressed against the temple, the peach blossom eyes floated up, staring closely into the distance The blood on the radio tower.
Team Zheng on the phone said something to him earnestly.
Xie Qingcheng restrained his emotions: "I won't tell you if there are any. You give me the list."
“…”
"A while ago I sent a message book found by Shanghai University to the police station. It said that wzl will be killed in the near future, and the signature is Jiang Lanpei. I thought it was something useful to your police. So I sent it back. You don't have to hide it from me, that kind of book won't appear there for no reason, and it can match the information on today's murder video. "
"Xie Xie..."
"That's your informant's message, isn't it?"
Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth: "So you already know about WZL's murder, but I'm afraid the informant is also half-informed, he can only write the information he knows in a notebook and give it to You remind, let you decipher—WZL, count the days, you should have been thinking about this news for a long time, enough to lock a list. Zheng Jingfeng, don’t tell me you don’t have this thing.”
Captain Zheng sighed with a long sigh: "...I can't hide it from you Xiaoxie. Listen to me, I understand your feelings, no one can stand this matter, but... "
Zheng Jingfeng's words changed, Xie Qingcheng's smoke star scorched the side of his fingers, making people tremble slightly.
"But we have to keep it a secret..."
Xie Qingcheng suddenly became violent, and he was rarely so emotional: "Secret? What secret? When my parents died, you couldn't find anything, and in the end it was just a car accident. How long did I talk to you at that time? How much did I pay for an answer?! You know everything but you can't find any evidence! So many years... I have a sister, and then I gave up, I I can't control that much... but now these people are dangling under my nose, you told me to keep it secret?"
"Xie Qingcheng, you are not a policeman after all, you have to calm down..."
"I'm the **** son of the victim!"
“…”
"Who are the people who killed my parents, I may find a living person to ask today." How can I calm down?"
“…”
"How do you want me to trust you Zheng Jingfeng. It's been nineteen years and you haven't given me an answer. Now you can't even stop the hacker who kills this video from the countdown to invade you. You don't have to tell me, I all know that those people are one foot taller than the devil, how likely is it that they can retreat this time?"
"Officer Zheng Jingfeng Zheng, do you understand what it's like to have only known darkness for 19 years, but can't wait for the truth! I have always endured it, and have been waiting."
“…I understand. But…”
"I have understood you for nineteen years, can you understand me today."
"...I understand, I understand..." The other party murmured, as if he didn't know what to say.
Xie Qingcheng paused, and every word was bloody.
"Team Zheng. If you really understand, give me L's list."
“…”
"Otherwise I'll find a way to find it myself."
“…”
A little silence.
Zheng Jingfeng finally said: "Oh, Xiao Xie, listen to your uncle Zheng's advice..."
He then said some words of persuasion, but that became the last straw that broke Xie Qingcheng.
He suddenly scolded violently and kicked the seat next to him: "Fuck you! What's the use of that? Don't talk to Lao Tzu like this again!!"
Xie Qingcheng threw the phone heavily on the table, with his forehead pressed against the wall.
No one in this world, not even Xie Xue, has ever seen his face. His chest heaved violently, and his eyes were red and bloodshot.
He was silent for a moment, then looked at the radio and television tower again.
The radio and television tower and the screen projection of these tens of thousands of mobile phones are synchronized in real time, and the handkerchief throwing video game behind L is slowly going on.
Xie Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself down, picked up the phone again with trembling fingers, adjusted his breathing, and dialed Chen slow.
"Beep...beep..."
"Hello, Brother Xie."
"Chen slow." Xie Qingcheng said in a hoarse voice to the person on the phone, "...one thing, see if you can help me."
Chen slowed for a while: "Brother, as long as you ask me to do it, I will do it. But..."
“…”
Chen slow's voice became very uncomfortable: "But I know what you want to do now."
He threw the lighter aside impatiently, biting the filter paper. "you know?"
"I know, the public security in almost the whole of Shanghai is monitoring this matter. The mobile signal port of Shanghai University was invaded and the video of death was forcibly transmitted. Although our people have intercepted the hacker - but Received an anonymous threat again. If we block the video, there will be explosions in several locations in Shanghai. We can’t be sure if it’s true or not, but we can’t bet on it.” Chen Lan’s voice was exhausted, “Brother Xie , I know what you want to do."
“…”
"I saw what you saw. I know that you want to find L, prevent him from being killed, and ask who and which organization the murderer of your parents was."
Chen slow said this, his voice was a little choked: "I know... I also know that my eldest brother was trying to get back the truth for your father and his master, he was... he was... "
Chen slow sniffling came from the other end of the phone.
Xie Qingcheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the throat was a little bitter.
Chen slow did not cry in front of him, but through the current, his tears seemed to fall on his heart.
"Can't you help me?" Xie Qingcheng asked softly.
"I can't... this is the rule... I, I'm just a grassroots, I don't have access to such a high key, and I... I'm a policeman... I..."
“…” Xie Qingcheng said nothing.
He can scold Zheng Jingfeng, even if Zheng Jingfeng is his elder. But in this matter, he can never scold Chen slow.
He just said with infinite fatigue: "That's it."
"Thank you, I-"
Xie Qingcheng has hung up.
He was lying on the bed, time passed around him minute by minute, his whole person was cold, from his fingertips to his heart...
"Dad! Mom!!"
"Don't go! Xie Qingcheng! Don't go!!"
Nineteen years ago on a rainy night, when he finally realized who the two cold corpses were in a pool of blood, he uncontrollably rushed towards his parents.
His father's colleagues hugged him, and several people rushed over to stop him.
"Who is the murderer? Who is the murderer? Who is the driver!"
“…”
"You let me go... You let me see a little more clearly, is it possible that I have made a mistake, or that I have made a mistake...?!"
Those police officers were crying, but they still refused to let go of his hand.
"Xiao Xie, don't do this."
"The driver has escaped, we will check... We will check it out and give you an explanation..."
But what did they tell him?
He later learned that no one escaped. In the surveillance that was called out, the car was completely unmanned. It seemed that it was controlled by some remote device, and it hit his parents directly. Then the device started the explosion program, and the fire burned up instantly, destroying the cab. The evidence burned clean and thoroughly.
Clean and clean.
It has been nineteen years since it was clean, and it has not been detected yet.
Xie Qingcheng was lying on the bed, feeling more and more cold, his trembling hands could not light a cigarette, he reluctantly opened the phone, found a file from it, and kept looking at the picture.
A click.
The bedroom door opened.
At this time, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and turned off his mobile phone. On his mobile phone, calls began to come in one after another—
There are old colleagues of his parents, Xie Xue, and Chen Wan.
He didn't answer anyone, the phone rang one after another, stinging his eardrums.
“Jingle Bell…”
Suddenly, the phone stopped ringing.
The sound of a shutdown sounded immediately.
Xie Qingcheng covered his forehead and eyes with his arms, only then did he open his eyes slightly, and through his bent arms, he looked numbly at the young man who turned off his cell phone.
"I heard it all." He Yu said.
“…”
"You never told me that your parents went this way."
Xie Qingcheng tilted his head. He didn't cry, but his eyes were so red that he wanted to get up and go out. He Yu couldn't understand these things.
Xie Qingcheng didn't want to talk too much with him.
He sat up, picked up the cigarette with his slightly trembling hand, and lit a few times, but there was no strength in his hand, so he couldn't light it.
The lighter was taken over, with a crisp sound, He Yu lit the Zippo for him, and brought it to Xie Qingcheng's lips.
"..." Xie Qingcheng took it and took a sip, and the trembling all over his body slowly subsided.
He Yu sat beside him and quietly watched him finish his cigarette.
He felt that Xie Qingcheng was actually very powerful. When he encountered such a thing, he just lost some emotional control, no gaffe, and no mental breakdown.
But such a helpless Xie Qingcheng is still rare in front of him.
He seemed very fragile, and He Yu was used to his strength. Such a fragile Xie Qingcheng searched everyone, but no one was willing to help him and Xie Qingcheng who could help him. He Yu had a feeling that he had never felt before and wanted to extend his hand to him.
He looked at Xie Qingcheng's desperate yet silent expression, and suddenly he felt a little familiar.
He stared at him for a while…
Then he remembered.
It was very much like himself when he was sick, eight years old, nine years old, ten years old... Whenever he was in the most pain, he would be so helpless, but so silent, what? Don't want to talk to anyone.
How did Xie Qingcheng do to himself at that time?
…too long.
He Yu was surprised, how could he still remember.
It was after Xie Qingcheng became his personal doctor...he first got sick.
Needles could be heard in the villa that day, and it was as quiet as a barren mound.
A skin that has nothing to do with oneself.
When He Yu fell ill, he liked to smell blood, and he was bloodthirsty. Although there is no power to hurt others, no matter how you treat yourself, it is always right.
He watched the blood flow down his hand indifferently, feeling his heart covered with moss, the cruel feeling extending from the core to the limbs...
Suddenly, in the depths of the endless summer flowers, a calm voice sounded—
"Hey kid."
He Yu was taken aback, and immediately hid the blade quietly, put his hands behind his back, and then cleaned up a piece of pure land on his childish face, and piled up the innocence that a child should have. brilliant. He raised his head and found that the person who came out of the flower room was the very young Xie Qingcheng in a white coat.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him condescendingly: "What are you hiding?"
“…nothing.”
He Yu never had a relationship with anyone, and naturally hoped that he would go away.
The sharp blade in the sleeve is against the skin, and it takes a lot of effort for him to restrain the desire to use it to violence against others.
But Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and forced him to stretch out his hand. The **** knife fell to the ground. Xie Qingcheng saw the **** knife edge on his wrist.
He Yu was tense, waiting for him to scold himself.
But after waiting for a long time, he only waited until the doctor said: "...Aren't you in pain?"
He froze.
His parents knew he was sick, but they seemed to be ashamed of his disease. Especially his mother—
"You can't hurt anyone, you have to learn to self-regulate, I can understand your physical discomfort, but how can a child have so much mental pain? It seems that you are still not enough strong."
He listened quietly to his mother's admonitions, like every time he was taught. According to their requirements, he lived his life into awards, trophies, and praise.
He is in pieces, and every piece of flesh must be put under a microscope for inspection.
He can't go wrong.
So, every time he got sick, he would carefully hide the pain and internalize it into his thick cocooned heart.
He must be excellent, he can't even cry in pain. It's no use shouting, no one really cares.
Gradually, he lost the instinct to breathe. It doesn't matter anymore.
What he tortured was his own heart, and what he was biting was his own limbs. He transformed those perverted diseases that would disappoint people into scars that could not be easily shown.
As long as he doesn't harm others, his illness is not missed, right?
His own blood was the only sacrifice he offered to the sick.
He's used to it.
Hey, kid, don't you feel pain?
The young dragon growled weakly but furiously in his heart, but when the man reached out to touch his wound, he dragged the **** remnant to dodge in a panic, the thorny dragon tail Patting anxiously.
He is not used to being questioned.
Not used to being cared about.
He said, I don't feel pain.
I don't hurt you don't look at me like that! I won't hurt anyone, don't shut me up, don't question me, don't come near me, go away...
The hand was pinched, and the young doctor pulled out the arm he had been hiding underneath, and opened his sleeve.
The cold blade fell to the ground.
As far as the eyes can see, this young and tender child, in order to restrain his urge to hurt others, made a series of cuts on his body with the tip of a knife when he fell ill. The blood was still flowing in a crisscross pattern.
The young dragon seemed to be frightened, and even fell off the well-behaved and docile human mask, revealing the ugly and scarred face of the ugly little dragon behind.
He slapped the thorny dragon's tail, bared his sharp teeth as he roared, and with all his vigilance, hurriedly drove the intruder out of his lair—
"None of your business, don't touch me."
The young doctor ignored his resistance, wrapped his hands around his creaking nest, picked up the little child and carried it on his shoulders.
"Stay still."
He Yu struggled, he hated the smell of disinfectant on his body, and the faint astringent smell of medicine in his sleeves.
He couldn't hide his tyranny any longer, and he gritted his teeth and softly threatened, which was also a warning.
"Let go of me or I might hurt you..."
“…”
The doctor said indifferently: "How are you going to hurt me? Is there a specific plan?"
When he turned his head, He Yu could only see Xie Qingcheng's dark and cold eyes.
For the first time, he was not stared at and envied as a "role model".
In those eyes, he suddenly turned into a clumsy child, making mistakes and being ridiculous, and even reaching out to ask people for candy is not wrong.
So he was stunned and forgot to run away.
Xie Qingcheng washed his hands beside the sink to kill, and then said, "Put out your hand, and I will bandage you."
"...It's okay. I don't care." He Yu turned his head away, clutching his bleeding wound, unwilling to believe the person in front of him.
Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are used to the smell of blood and violence, and you don't even care about self-harm because of this, right?"
He Yu said softly:
"Yes. This can't be changed, and I don't want to trouble you."
Xie Qing said indifferently: "I took the money."
“…”
"Little devil, do you think self-mutilation is the right thing? Bloodthirsty, distorted heart, is it something that should be ignored?"
"You even hurt yourself, you don't even value yourself. The smell of blood is too much, and there is no human affection, slowly, more and more crazy, more and more numb , life is like grass and stubborn stones, don't you regret it? Don't you feel pain?"
…
These conversations are as if they happened yesterday.
Even if Xie Qingcheng left later and the relationship with him faded, he still remembered that day, it was the first time that such a person reached out to him and asked him.
Are you in pain?
Why don't you even value yourself...
He Yu watched the man hang his head and smoke the last cigarette.
He suddenly said: "Xie Qingcheng, you want to know who the police are targeting, right?"
“…”
"Don't be sad. Maybe I can help you."
Xie Qingcheng raised his head suddenly and looked at him with wide peach blossom eyes.
"Don't forget." He Yu said, "I am also a hacker."
“…”
"The equipment they use is the most advanced, out of habit, I know that equipment when it first came out, and I have blocked the other party's attack on my mobile phone just now. It is clear that the technicians hired by these people may not be something I can't break through."
He Yu was not joking with him.
His expression was very serious, even solemn.
Like and always, the mountain standing in front of him with an insurmountable attitude declares that he has grown up and is no longer the helpless boy in the endless summer.
Xie Qingcheng was at a loss for a while, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were chaotic.
After a long time, he heard himself asking: "… why are you… helping me."
He Yu was quiet for a while, and suddenly, he stretched out his hand to him.
Just like Xie Qingcheng back then, he had the courage to extend his hand to the child who suffered from illness, depression, violence and bloodthirsty, and self-harm.
"Because once, you did the same thing to me."
“…”
"Xie Qingcheng, I never liked you."
"But..."
The fragrance of the endless summer hydrangea seems to float from the midsummer of that year, and the standing person reaches out to the sitting person—
"Doctor Xie, I have never... never forgotten you."
