Mr. Wood is in the North Pole, I am in the South

Xiao Ran didn't stay in the lounge for a long time before returning to the 35th floor. Mu Nancheng sent him all the way to the door of the meeting room. Everyone sitting in the meeting room saw the president coming through most of the glass windows, and Director Song pouted. Everyone was stunned by the displeased look on their faces.

Mu Nancheng rubbed Xiao Ran's soft hair:

"Don't run around after get off work, just wait here obediently for me to pick you up."

Xiao Ran was sweating all over his face in the elevator before, and now his hair was greasy. He patted Mu Nancheng's hand away unhappily, and patted his hair:

"I've said that I rarely do this, unless your company's elevators are all made of plastic..."

However, Mu Nancheng rubbed the back of his neck very much. He exerted all his strength to hold Xiao Ran halfway in his arms. Xiao Ran was bound by him like a little quail, fluttering his wings in vain. In the eyes of others, this is undoubtedly an extremely intimate gesture.

Because of his height, Mu Nancheng could easily put his lips on the top of Xiao Ran's head. While smiling, he glanced at a group of people who were staring at them dumbfounded.

Those eyes that were full of prying and curiosity "swished" back together, but everyone still kept their ears straight.

"Hey, be obedient," Mu Nancheng didn't control the volume, and said such loving and intimate words without changing his expression, it was very natural, then he turned him around with a hand on Xiao Ran's shoulder, "Go in, I'm waiting for you, Song Director."

Xiao Ran only felt that something cold and soft was gently scratching his ears, making him a little numb and itchy. He scratched his ears unhappily, waved his hands with his back to Mu Nancheng, and walked in meeting room.

Mu Nancheng was not annoyed by his contempt, but kept smiling and looking at his back, the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow.

The spirits in the conference room were sitting upright, but the peripheral vision from the corner of their eyes was almost all entangled.

No wonder everyone wants to live a long life, as long as they live long enough, they will see sparks hitting the earth. Everyone in Ennan knows that the young and handsome president is a flower of the high mountains covered by the thousand-year-old ice, but I don't want you to be lucky enough to see him doting on a boy so much.

The people in the project team had to surrender to Xiao Ranhu at first because of his fake tiger prestige, but later they discovered that although this young man is young, he is really capable, and he doesn't understand all the links in the real estate bidding process. Wan essential oil, who is not proficient in anything at all, is different.

The financial data come out at the first glance, the municipal policies are so precious, and the detailed and trivial information such as drawings and materials is like rubbing in Song Xiaoran's mind at a glance. He presides over the meeting and never reads any documents. You know him or not. All know.

He will not intentionally make things difficult for others, but no one should try to fool him.

No one dares to be irrelevant anymore. They are all out to do things. No one will offend a boss with a background and ability.

Originally, the people in the project team were almost subdued by Xiao Ran, but now that Mu Nancheng showed up on the 35th floor, all the subordinates wanted to kneel and lick.

After all, it is one thing to know that Song Xiaoran has something to do with Mu Nancheng, but seeing Mu Nancheng's accommodating and pampering attitude with his own eyes is incomparably shocking.

After Mu Nancheng turned around, his brows and eyes with a harmonious smile suddenly darkened, as if the sun was shining one moment before and then the rain was pouring down a second in the sky in June. He walked to the elevator and went straight up to the 87th floor.

Han Zhen sent away all the security guards, and sat alone in front of the computer in the monitoring room. In front of him, dozens of large and small computer screens flickered on and off. Only the screen in the lower left corner was paused.

When Mu Nancheng walked in, he immediately saw Xiao Ran standing quietly leaning against the railing of the elevator. His eyes were half closed, as if he hadn't woken up yet, and he looked lazily like a kitten.

Mu Nancheng quietly walked behind Han Zhen, but Han Zhen still noticed it. He stood up and handed the remote control of the screen to Mu Nancheng, and the paused screen started to jump again.

First, the elevator lights flashed all the way to the 67th floor, and then the fluorescent lights on the top of the elevator wall flashed rapidly, until the car shook violently, Xiao Ran raised his head suddenly, his big eyes dilated in a flash, frightened and panicked. A tsunami poured into his eyes...then the lights went out.

It was dark inside the screen.

With one hand in his trouser pocket and the other holding the remote control, Mu Nancheng kept replaying the scene of Xiao Ran from entering the elevator until the screen turned black. After a while.

Han Zhen said softly:

"The elevator control system has been tampered with. Wang Haoqiang from the security department is Xu Yuejuan's cousin who was fired today. He originally wanted to scare Master Xiao Ran into venting his anger on Xu Yuejuan. He didn't expect it to be so serious."

The fingers holding the remote control slowly tightened, and the plastic thin-shelled object made a crackling sound, and the darkness at the bottom of Mu Nancheng's eyes turned into a knife-like sharpness, and the opening between the openings was like a pavement of frost, which made people shudder:

"What about people?"

Han Zhen hesitated for a moment:

"I'll call the police and take him away." Staying here is afraid that Mu Nancheng will do it himself.

"Before you..." Han Zhen frowned,

"I deleted that video, and the security guards probably wouldn't say it everywhere, and even if they did, no one would believe it."

Hitting a dent on the metal door with bare hands, even the few people who saw it with their own eyes are still a little dazed, thinking that there is something wrong with the material of the elevator door.

Mu Nancheng touched the pocket of his trousers. Han Zhen knew that he was looking for cigarettes at a glance. He took out the lighter and cigarettes and lit them for him. Mu Nancheng took a puff and slowly exhaled the smoke.

After half a cigarette burned, Mu Nancheng held the cigarette between his fingers and tapped the screen in front of him:

"You're also wondering why he looks like this, aren't you?"

In fact, Han Zhen could probably guess what happened, but Mu Nancheng's expression let him know that the matter was far more serious than he guessed. He stood quietly aside, waiting for Mr. Mu to continue.

Although it is daytime at the moment, the fluorescent lamps in the monitoring room are all on. The bright lights outline the outline of Mu Nancheng's face more three-dimensionally. Pushing his indifferent and stern temperament to the extreme, but his eyes were dazed and blurred.

A deep and incompatible melancholy enveloped him, and even his voice seemed weak and hoarse, as if coming out of a mist.

"11 years..."

That was the forbidden zone in Mu Nancheng's memory, poor and obscure, with no sun in the sky.

In his first year in country A, everything went well for Mu Nancheng at first, until he got a scholarship at the end of that year, and only when he was "accurately" shot in a commotion of hundreds of people did he finally understand that he would never It is possible to get rid of the Mu family's control over him.

And what's even more frightening is that he became an addict without knowing it.

It wasn't until he returned to Nanjiang many years later that Mu Jinhuai asked him that from the first day he entered university, his roommate had tampered with the water dispenser.

At that time, he was less than 16 years old, had no relatives or friends around him, dragged his slightly lame legs and a body that was about to wither, lingering on his last breath.

It is a huge and categorical despair, life is like a farce, thin and empty, it is ridiculously sad, and there is no longer any expectation in life.

For a long time, Mu Nancheng lived in a muddle. He dropped out of school and rented a hut by himself. Every day he either wandered around idly, or hibernated in his own den, drunk and dreaming. The first consciousness he opened his eyes every day was "Why are you still alive?"

During those two years, he relied on the relief of the "little lord". The child did not doubt him and sent him money regularly every month. Mu Nan returned to the country once in the middle of the city and saw Xiao Ran.

The child grew taller, and his face slowly opened up. As always, he was so beautiful that his whole body was shining, but he still couldn't recognize Mu Nancheng when he saw him.

Mu Nancheng's black heart was cultivated to be as cold as a rock, but when he saw Xiao Ran, he still had a subtle feeling in his heart.

The fate is unbearable, the only warmth in the grim years is actually given to him by this child.

For a while, Mu Nancheng was obsessed with browsing the DeepWeb. It was a world hidden in the darkness that condensed all the crimes and violence. The evil of human nature that ordinary people can't imagine bloomed in the darkest part of the Internet.

In many countries, DeepWeb is an absolute forbidden zone. Similarly, the privacy of people who can browse it can also be guaranteed, because the URL is a dynamic IP, and there are absolute confidentiality agreements and transmission of information. There have been many heinous crimes here. Derived from the base, some people will even upload the crime process for fanatical perverts to worship and revel.

Mu Nancheng usually only browses relevant webpages. He is not ignorant enough to become a participant in it, but he also enters some related discussion forums. Vent dissatisfaction with the status quo of life.

For example, they will say something like kidnapping a rival to torture the boss to vent their anger. A group of people are flying their fingers on the keyboard to make suggestions. They are giants in thought and dwarfs in action.

Like a group of evil and wretched rats who obviously live in the gutter but always try to destroy the light.

One day there was a forum discussion about how to kidnap a young boy from a wealthy family. The person who started the topic was K. He even briefly described the boy's living environment.

It is said that the boy’s family is extremely wealthy, and there is a driver to pick him up and go to school. The driver is accompanied by a bodyguard with a gun. The child is equipped with a locator. As long as he deviates from the scheduled itinerary for more than 10 minutes, the security company will initiate a tracking. K followed After months of not being able to find a chance for his child to go out alone, he felt very distressed, so he asked the "predecessors" for advice.

There are similar topics discussed in the forum every day, but K's post is popular because he said:

[This golden doll is worth 5000 million. 】

In fact, most people don't believe it. If there were such a valuable child, they wouldn't be kidnapped so easily. People who can really receive such a list would not be incompetent to go to the forum to learn from it.

Mu Nancheng also joined this topic with great interest while puffing and puffing in front of the computer screen.

At that time, little Xiao Ran suddenly lost contact with him, and Mu Nancheng found someone to ask about the Song family, only to find out that Xiao Ran's parents were divorced, the child must have been hit, so he didn't have the mind to go online.

Mu Nancheng lost his source of income, and he was very anxious, but he couldn't make a phone call to remind him. He could only hope that the child would remember him when he was sad. At that time, Mu Nancheng was full of anger, and he wanted to be a bomb Bao went to blow up the fucking Times Square.

Seeing such a topic on the forum, Mu Nancheng instantly became excited.

Mu Nancheng was born in a wealthy family, so he naturally knew how rich people protected their heirs, and he also knew where to start to crack security loopholes.

In the dark apartment room, the clatter of keyboards fell like a rainstorm.

The 19-year-old Mu Nancheng has no fear of fate. He doesn't know that he has his own power to spy on and judge all evils, and all evil thoughts will pay the price.

Mu Nancheng pointed Jiangshan through the screen, and planned a kidnapping case seamlessly. K thanked him repeatedly, and the onlookers couldn't help but click their tongues.

……

Half a month later, when Mu Nancheng browsed a certain DeepWeb website, he saw a very popular video. When the bright red title jumped into his eyes, he felt the veins on his forehead beating uncontrollably.

A cold premonition crawled into his heart like a poisonous snake, and his hand holding the mouse trembled inexplicably.

He finally clicked on the video.

In fact, when he heard the child's voice, he knew who it was in the video.

At that moment, it was as if a sword fell from the sky and pierced into his celestial cap, cutting him in half alive.

He saw the most terrifying picture in the world.

That child, the last time Mu Nancheng saw him, he was standing at the gate of the middle school with his schoolbag on his back and waving goodbye to his companions, his bright smile was like the sun hanging in the blue sky.

So pretty, smart, kind, like a little angel, the little boy that no one doesn't like.

He didn't hurt anyone.

He is experiencing the greatest injury in the world.

Mu Nancheng's mind went blank.

It was as if someone was injecting ice water into his veins bit by bit with a needle. The severe pain mixed with the cold was like a raging tide rushing all over the sky, forcefully wringing out all the air in his lungs.

"Big brother, here you are!"

Mu Nancheng turned his neck mechanically, and an airplane model on the bookcase pierced his pupils like a red-hot iron.

It was given to Xiao Ran when he was five years old, because of this airplane model he got the chance to go abroad.

This model is very expensive, and there is only one in the world. When Mu Nancheng was the poorest, he thought about selling it online, but he didn't even know why he didn't sell it.

The cry of the child traveled through four years of time and space, and was mixed with the heart-piercing screams from the computer screen——

"Big brother, big brother, big brother..."

Countless immature, crisp shouts came from all directions, like thousands of vines reaching out to him, piercing into his brain, piercing into his chest cavity, digging out his brain, blood, internal organs, and internal organs Come out and mix them together vigorously, then pound them hard.

He fell to the ground, his body curled up like a shrimp, the pain seemed to permeate the air, and every piece of skin and flesh on his body seemed to be burning.

Cold sweat flowed into his eyes, like a high concentration of sulfuric acid, which made him want to hiss and howl.

However, he clearly couldn't cry a little bit, his throat was bursting with blood, and the sky was covered with blazing red.

There had never been a moment in his life when he had realized so clearly that he was so damned.

He wished he could die at that moment.

……

The cigarette burned to the end at some point and burned to Mu Nancheng's tiger's mouth. He shook slightly, but he didn't press the cigarette out, but let the scarlet cigarette butt continue to burn on his fingertips.

Mu Nancheng was still expressionless, his dark eyes could not penetrate any light, he seemed to be wrapped in memories into a wax figure, frozen in that distant time and space, leaving only endless regrets, which could never be retrieved.

Han Zhen took the cigarette butt from Mu Nancheng's hand and lit another one for him.

Before following Mu Nancheng, Han Zhen was living in the slums of country M. He also experienced some hardships and suffered some crimes. Compared with a child like Song Xiaoran who was born rich and noble and at least lived carefree for many years, like Han Zhen People who climb out of the deep ditch are actually more qualified to be cynical, and are more qualified to gloat over those angels whose wings have been broken by accidental fate.

But Mu Nancheng recounted the video of the child being tortured with his own eyes in such a calm and almost numb manner. At this moment, he seemed haggard as if his soul had been taken out, which made Han Zhen feel that the most miserable thing in the world is this.

However, confession is meaningless after all, the things that have happened cannot be wiped away, and the harm will never be eliminated. It is not enough to shed a few tears and say that I deserve to be forgiven.

"I always thought that I had lost my humanity long ago,"

Mu Nancheng's voice was hoarse as if he was crying, and every word seemed to be pulled out from the deepest part of his throat, stained with thick blood, "But when I saw him, I realized that I still feel pain."

Curled up in the chest cavity, that small heart cracked from the very middle, and then the pain started from that point, and slowly spread, penetrating into the veins and blood, submerging every nerve, Mu Nancheng Covering his chest with the hand holding the cigarette, he bent slightly.

"So, everything you did later was for atonement?"

Han Zhen asked sharply.

The real culprits who did the attack back then were all brought to justice, but the mastermind behind the scenes was unscathed.

Fuck you unscathed.

Sadness, sadness, regret, pain... what kind of heartbroken pain, life is better than death, etc. These illusory emotions are not comparable to real bloody injuries.

Although Mu Nancheng had no motive for harm, if it wasn't for him, Xiao Ran might not have been kidnapped so easily. The child had a communicator and three locators, and Mu Nancheng had guessed the model and hiding location. Only by prescribing the right medicine can he block the communication signal and destroy his locator.

That's no coincidence.

That's because Mu Nancheng was born in Nanjiang and is familiar with the local security company. He was also under such strict protection when he was very young. He showed off wantonly on the Internet, but he didn't know that the kidnapper's target was Xiao Xiaoran who was also in Nanjiang.

This was an avoidable disaster, at least it shouldn't be closely related to Mu Nancheng, as long as he retains a little bit of humanity, as long as he has a little bit of humanity, Xiao Ran will not suffer such torture.

There are so many people with miserable fate in this world, not everyone will allow themselves to be reduced to beasts.

Why did he, Mu Nancheng, let himself be reduced to a beast?

Why did he, Mu Nancheng, want to turn himself into a beast?

He, ten thousand, death, death, redemption, his, sin.

The law cannot convict Mu Nancheng, and the only one who can convict Mu Nancheng is himself.

For so many years, he hid in the dark and watched Xiao Ran, never daring to go forward to confess his sins to that child. He was tortured by years of shame until the time turned all the guilt and remorse into Deeper, humbler emotions.

Fate finally gave him the greatest punishment in a thunderous manner in another way.

He will sink into such contradictions throughout his life. If he wants to get it, he must bear the guilt, but if he can't get it, he would rather bear the guilt.

Everything in this world is constant, including the fate of people. Human gain and loss are directly proportional. All gifts are secretly priced. The end of Huangquan Road will be full of flowers from the other side. All have to be paid.

After a long time, Mu Nancheng closed his eyes and shook his head:

"I am not guilty because I am not guilty."

In the white mist surrounded by cigarette smoke, Mu Nancheng's eyes and eyebrows were carved with fine lines, which were the scars carved by years of hasty time and left behind by the sun.

"I just... just come to the world again, and I have to hug him, so that I can be reconciled."

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