Chapter 38: Qingcheng Xie , I have never forgotten you

Yong Zhang's death photo has disappeared, and now all that remains is the last blood-red text -

L.

The final game of the handkerchief throwing killing game, officially started.

"You tell me exactly who all the L's you have locked up are."

Inside the bedroom, Qingcheng Xie took a hard drag on his cigarette, one hand against the wall, the fingertips of the other hand pressed against the Solar Plexus, his peach blossom eyes floating upward, staring intently at the glimmer of blood on the distant Broadcasting Tower.

The team of Zheng on the phone said something to him in a serious way.

Qingcheng Xie restrained his emotions: "I'm not going to talk to you about all this nonsense. You give me the list."

"......"

"A while ago I sent a guestbook I found at Huzhou University to the police station, which said that WZL would be killed recently, and was addressed to Lanpei Jiang. I thought it was something that would be useful to your police so I sent it back. You don't have to hide it from me, that kind of book wouldn't be there for no reason, and it matches the information on today's murder video."

"Xiao Xie ......"

"That was a message from your informant, wasn't it?"

Qingcheng Xie is straight to the point, the other party can not even say a word of denial.

Qingcheng Xie gritted his teeth: "So WZL to be killed this thing, you already know, but I'm afraid the informant is also half-understood, he can only write down the information he knows in this book, to give you a reminder, let you decipher - WZL, count the days, you should have been for You should have been thinking about this message for a long time, enough to lock out a list. Jingfeng Zheng , don't you tell me you don't have this."

Zheng team a long sigh: "...... I can not hide from you Xiao Xie. You listen to me, I understand your feelings, this matter into who, who can not stand, but ......"

Jingfeng Zheng's words turned, and Qingcheng Xie's cigarette star caught the side of his finger, burning him with a slight shiver.

"But we have to keep it a secret ......"

Qingcheng Xie suddenly burst out, he rarely had such an emotional moment: "Secrecy? What secrecy? When my parents died you couldn't find anything, it was only a car accident! How long did I talk to you then? How much did I have to pay for an answer? You know everything but you can't find any evidence! So many years ...... me because there is a sister, then I gave up, I can not care so much ...... but now these people are hanging under my nose, you and I say confidential?"

" Qingcheng Xie , you are not a police officer after all, you have to be calm ......"

"I'm the son of the fucking victim!"

"......"

"Those people who killed my parents, who are they, I can possibly find a living person to ask today." Qingcheng Xie's eyes were red, his forehead resting against the cold window pane, "You say. How do you want me to calm down."

"......"

"How do you expect me to trust you Jingfeng Zheng. Nineteen years, you guys have not given me an answer. Now even this video killing hacker countdown invasion you guys can't stop, you don't need to talk to me, I know those people are morally high and demonically high, what are the possibilities they can still get out in one piece this time?"

" Officer Jingfeng Zheng, do you understand what it's like to know only darkness for nineteen years and not be able to wait for a truth! I've been holding back and waiting."

"...... I understand. But ......"

"I have understood you for nineteen years, can you understand me this day."

"...... I understand, I understand ......," the other party mumbled, seemingly not knowing what to say.

Qingcheng Xie paused, and every word was bloody.

"Team Zheng. If you really understand, give me the list of L's."

"......"

"Or I'll figure out how to find it myself."

"......"

A few moments of silence.

Jingfeng Zheng finally said, "Alas, Xiao Xie ah, you listen to your Uncle Zheng a word of advice ......"

He then said something persuasive, but that was the last straw that broke Qingcheng Xie's back.

He suddenly burst into a rage and kicked over the seat next to him: "Get the hell out of here! What's the use of that? Don't you ever come back and talk such nonsense to me again!!!"

Qingcheng Xie threw the phone heavily on the table, forehead pressed against the wall, because of the emotional, and knocked the bruises floating red.

No one in this world, not even Xue Xie , had ever seen this face of his. His chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were red and crawling with blood.

He took a moment of silence and looked again at Broadcasting Tower.

Broadcasting Tower and these tens of thousands of cell phone casts are synchronized in real time, and the handkerchief tossing video game behind L is slowly getting underway.

Qingcheng Xie tried his best to calm himself down, picked up the phone again with trembling fingers, adjusted his breathing, and went to dial Man Chen's number.

"Duh ...... duh ......"

"Hey, brother Xie."

" Man Chen ." Qingcheng Xie mumbled to the person on the phone, "...... there is one thing, see if you can help me."

Man Chen paused for a moment: "Brother, as long as you let me do it, I will do it. But ......"

"......"

Man Chen's voice became very hard: "But I know what you want to do now."

Qingcheng Xie really can not bear, and touch the cigarette, barely touch out a bite in between the teeth, but can not light the fire.

He tossed the lighter aside in annoyance and bit down heavily on the layer of filter paper. "You know?"

"I know that almost the entire Huzhou Public Safety is monitoring this right now. Huzhou University's mobile signal port has been compromised to forcibly transmit videos of deaths, and while our people have intercepted the hackers - they've received another anonymous threat of a bombing attack at several Huzhou locations if we block the videos. We can't be sure right now if it's true or not, but it's something we can't afford to gamble on." Man Chen's voice sounded tired, "Xie, I know what you want."

"......"

"I've seen what you've seen. I know you want to find L, stop him from being killed, and ask who and which organization was really responsible for killing your parents back then."

Man Chen said here, his voice was a little choked up: "I also know ...... I also know that my big brother back then is for your father, for his master to get back a truth, he just ...... he just ......"

Man Chen's sniffling voice came from the other end of the line.

Qingcheng Xie's throat knot rolled up and down, and his throat was a little bitter.

Man Chen did not cry in front of him, but across the current, his tears seemed to fall on his heart as well.

"You can't help with this, can you?" Qingcheng Xie asked softly.

"I can't ...... that's the rule ...... I, I'm also just a grassroots, I don't have access to that high secret key, and I ...... I'm a police officer ...... I ......"

"......" Qingcheng Xie didn't say anything else.

He can scold Jingfeng Zheng, even if Jingfeng Zheng is his elder. But in this case, he could never scold Man Chen.

He just said with infinite weariness, "Forget it then."

"Brother Xie, I-"

Qingcheng Xie had already hung up the phone.

He lay in bed, time passing around him minute by minute, his whole being was cold, from his fingertips, to his heart ......

"DAD!!! MOM!!!"

"Don't go there! Qingcheng Xie! Don't go over there!!!"

Nineteen years ago on the night of the rainstorm, he lost control of himself when he finally reacted to who the two cold bodies in the pool of blood were, and he was about to lunge at his parents.

His father's colleagues hugged him, and several people, all of them, rushed over to stop him.

"Who is the murderer? Who is the murderer? Who is the driver!!!"

"......"

"You guys let me go over ...... you guys let me look a little bit more clearly, could it be a mistake, could it be the wrong person ......?!"

Those police officers were in tears, but the hands that held him never let go.

"Xiao Xie, don't be like that."

"The driver fled, we will check ...... will definitely check it out and give you an explanation ......"

But what account did they give him?

He later learned that no one had escaped. In the surveillance that was called up, the car was simply unmanned and seemed to have been manipulated by some remote device that crashed straight into his parents, and then that device initiated the explosion procedure, and the fire instantly burned up, burning the evidence inside the cab clean and thoroughly.

Dry, clean.

Clean to nineteen years, have failed to detect.

Qingcheng Xie lay on the bed, feeling colder and colder, his trembling hands could not light a cigarette, he reluctantly opened his phone, found a file from it, and kept looking at the images in it.

"Click".

The bedroom door opened.

And at that moment, Qingcheng Xie closed his eyes and turned off his phone, and on his phone, calls began to come in one after another -

There are old colleagues of his parents, Xue Xie and Man Chen.

He didn't answer anyone's, letting the phone ring one after another, stinging his eardrums.

"Jingle Bells ......"

Suddenly, the phone ringing stopped.

What followed was the sound of a shutdown.

Qingcheng Xie took his arm to cover his forehead and eyes, only then opened his eyes slightly, through the flexed arm, numbly looking at the youth who turned off his cell phone.

"I heard it all." Yu He said.

"......"

"You never told me that's how your parents left."

Qingcheng Xie tilted his head, he didn't cry in the end, but his eyes were red as red as can be, he wanted to get up and go out, these things are beyond Yu He's understanding.

Qingcheng Xie doesn't want to talk to him too much.

He sat up and picked up a cigarette with his hand, which was still slightly trembling, and lit it several times, but his hand was too weak to light it.

The lighter was picked up and clicked, Yu He lit the Zippo for him and brought it to Qingcheng Xie's lips.

"......" Qingcheng Xie took it, took a puff, and the trembling slowly subsided a bit.

Yu He sat beside him and quietly watched him finish his cigarette.

He thinks Qingcheng Xie is actually very powerful, encountered such a thing, he just lost some emotional control, not out of shape, not to mention mental breakdown.

But such a helpless Qingcheng Xie is still a rarity in his presence.

He looked very vulnerable, and Yu He was used to his strong, such a vulnerable Qingcheng Xie, looking for everyone, no one is willing to help him can help him Qingcheng Xie, so Yu He had a never before, want to hand out to him the feeling.

He looked at Qingcheng Xie so desperate but reticent look, suddenly, he felt some familiar.

He stared at him for a while ......

Then he remembered.

That was very much like himself at the onset, eight, nine, ten ...... whenever he was in the most pain, he would be so helpless, yet so silent, unwilling to talk to anyone about anything.

And what did Qingcheng Xie do to himself at that time?

...... has been around too long.

Yu He was surprised to see how he remembered.

Or after Qingcheng Xie became his personal doctor,...... his first attack.

That day, the villa was quiet as a deserted mound.

He sat alone on the stone steps with hydrangeas in bloom, and did not cry, nor did he make a fuss, feeling a sharp silver knife, slowly and methodically cutting open his own flesh and blood, as if dealing with a skin that had nothing to do with him.

Yu He is very fond of the smell of blood when he is ill, and he is bloodthirsty. Although the power to hurt people is not, but no matter how to yourself, it is always right.

He coldly watched the blood flow down his hands, feeling his heart grow mossy, the cruelty extending from his inner core to his limbs ......

Suddenly, deep in the flourishing flowers of the endless summer, a calm voice rang out -

"Hey, kid."

Yu He was taken aback and immediately hid the blade without moving, put his hands behind his back, and then cleaned up a clean area on his childish face, piling on the innocence of a child. He looked up and found that the person who came out of the flower room was Qingcheng Xie, who was still very young and wearing a white lab coat.

Qingcheng Xie raised his eyebrows and looked at him condescendingly: "Hide what."

"...... is nothing."

Yu He has never made friends with anyone and naturally wants him to go away.

The sharp blade in his sleeve pressed against his skin, and it took a lot of effort to restrain his desire to use it to inflict violence on others.

But Qingcheng Xie clutched his wrist, forcing his hand out, the bloodied knife clanged to the ground, and Qingcheng Xie saw the bloodied slash on his wrist.

Yu He tensed up and waited for him to scold him.

But after waiting for a long time, he only waited until the doctor said, "...... don't you hurt?"

He froze.

Both his parents knew he was sick, but they seemed ashamed of his illness. His mother, in particular -

"You can't hurt anyone, you have to learn to self-regulate, I can understand how hard it is for you physically, but how can a child have so much mental pain? It seems you are still not strong enough."

He listened quietly to his mother's admonitions such as these, as he did every time he was taught. He did as they asked to live into an award, a trophy, a compliment.

He was in pieces, and every piece of flesh and blood had to be put under the microscope for examination.

He can't afford to make a mistake.

So, every time he has an attack, he carefully hides the pain and internalizes it into his thickly calloused heart.

He must be excellent, he can't even shout in pain. It's useless to shout, no one will really care.

Gradually, he actually lost the instinct to cry out in pain. It didn't matter anymore.

Just like the evil dragon in the fairy tale book that grinds its teeth and sucks blood, spiny and sharp claws, but has not flown out of its own reef. He tortured his own inner, bite is his own limbs, he will let people down the sickness, are transformed into the scars can not be easily shown.

As long as he does not go to harm, his disease is not missed, right?

Each fishy-sweet blood mark is a brand he has put on himself, a shackle he has chosen to bind himself to in order to be a normal human being.

His own blood was the only sacrifice he sent for the disease.

He has long been used to all this.

But the private doctor had to break his self-imposed shackles, to step into his cold, unlit dragon's lair, to touch the deep and shallow sores on his body, and then ask him, "Hey, kid, don't you hurt?

A faint but furious roar emanated from within his young dragon, only to drag the bloody remnants of his body in a hasty dodge as the man reached out to touch his wounds, his thorny tail flapping impatiently.

He is not used to being questioned.

Even less used to being cared for.

He said, "I'm not in pain.

I don't hurt you don't look at me like that! I won't hurt anyone, you don't lock me up, don't question me, don't come near me, go away ......

Instead, his hand was squeezed and the young doctor yanked out his arm, which he had been hiding underneath, and smoothed out his sleeve.

The cold blade fell to the ground.

As far as the eye could see, the young and tender child was on the verge of an attack, and in order to restrain his impulse to hurt people, he made a cut on himself with the tip of a knife, and the warm blood was still flowing in a crisscrossing manner.

The young dragon seems to be frightened by something, and even fell off the mask of a good and tame human, revealing a wretched, scarred and ugly Long Xiao's face behind.

He slapped his thorny tail and showed his sharp teeth when he roared, anxious to expel the intruder from his lair with all the vigilance -

"It's none of your business, don't touch me."

The young doctor ignored his resistance and wrapped his hands around his croup, picking the tiny child up and carrying him on his shoulders.

"Don't move."

Yu He struggled, he was disgusted with the smell of disinfectant on his body, disgusted with the faint smell of medicine in his sleeves.

He could no longer hide his tyranny, gritting his teeth and whispering a threat, and a warning.

"Let go of me or I might hurt you ......"

"......"

The doctor said lightly, "Do you have a specific plan on how you plan to hurt me."

When he returned to the treatment room in the villa, the doctor threw him onto the soft children's couch, threw the door open with a bang, and then went to the drawer to get a disposable mask and put it on. Turning his head, Yu He only saw Qingcheng Xie's deep, cold, dark eyes.

That was the first time he was not gazed at and envied as a "role model".

He seemed to suddenly become an awkward child in such eyes, with excusable mistakes and ridiculousness, even reaching out to ask for candy, and there was nothing wrong with that.

So he froze and forgot to run away.

Qingcheng Xie washed his hands at the sink to kill, then said, "Hold out your hand, I'll bandage it for you."

"...... It doesn't matter. I don't care." Yu He looked away, clutching his bleeding wound, refusing to believe the man in front of him.

Qingcheng Xie raised his eyebrows slightly: "You are used to the smell of blood, used to violence, and even indifferent to self-harm because of it, aren't you?"

Yu He said softly:

"Yes. It's something that can't be changed, and I don't want to bother you with a cure."

Qingcheng Xie said indifferently, "I am getting paid."

"......"

"Kid, do you think that self-harm is the right thing to do? Is being bloodthirsty and crazy and twisted inside a thing to be ignored?"

"You even want to hurt yourself, you do not even value yourself. The smell of blood more, there is no human kindness whatsoever, slowly, more and more crazy, more and more numb, a life all like grass and stubborn stone, you do not regret? Do not you hurt?"

......

These conversations are as if they happened yesterday.

Even though Qingcheng Xie later left and his relationship faded, he always remembered that day, the first time such a person gave him his hand and asked him about it.

Don't you hurt.

How do you not even value yourself ......

Yu He watched as the man hung his head and smoked the last of his cigarette.

He suddenly said, " Qingcheng Xie , you want to know who the police locked up L is, don't you?"

"......"

"Don't you feel bad. Maybe I can help you."

Qingcheng Xie suddenly lifted his head and looked at him with wide peach blossom eyes.

"Don't forget." Yu He said, "I'm a hacker, too."

"......"

"The equipment they use is cutting-edge, out of habit, the kind of equipment I've known since the first world, and I've just intercepted the other side's attack on my phone. Their procedures are probably clear to me, and these people employ technicians that may not be beyond my ability to break through."

Yu He wasn't joking with him.

His look was very serious, even solemn.

It was like announcing to the mountain that had been standing in front of him with an insurmountable posture that he had grown up and was no longer the helpless boy of the endless summer.

Qingcheng Xie was at a loss, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were in disarray.

After a long time, he heard himself asking, "...... Why do you ...... want to help me."

Yu He was quiet for a while, and then suddenly, he gave him his hand.

Just like Qingcheng Xie, who had the courage to give his hand to the child who was suffering from an attack of illness, depression, violence and bloodlust, and self-harm.

"Because once, you did the same thing to me."

"......"

" Qingcheng Xie , I never liked you."

"But ......"

The scent of endless summer hydrangeas seemed to waft in from the height of that summer again, and those who were standing reached out to those who were sitting -

"Dr. Xie, I've never ...... forgotten you either."