After returning to China, the paranoid little boyfriend went crazy

Fu Sheng held Xu Ci's hand subconsciously, and looked at the two policemen, a man and a woman: "What's the matter?"

The female police officer showed her ID and explained, "Routine investigation."

They obviously knew what Xu Ci looked like, and they just asked who Xu Ci was just casually.

The male police officer went straight to the bed, took out a photo and put it in front of Xu Ci: "Do you know the girl in the photo?"

Fu Sheng clearly felt Xu Ci's forearm tremble, and Xu Ci paused for a while before saying: "...I know."

The police officer withdrew the certificate: "The girl's name is Huang Le. She set fire to her home at [-]:[-] a.m. the night before, and jumped off the tall building opposite an hour later. Before she died, she sent you a message. Did you receive it?" ?”

"..." Xu Ci lowered his eyes, "Got it."

"Then trouble you to come with us and cooperate with the investigation."

Fu Sheng frowned when he heard Xu Ci's answer, and he refuted the police's statement of going there: "I'm sorry, he is injured and sick, and I'm afraid he can't leave for the time being."

The male policeman frowned and said, "He is suspected of not reporting what he knew and assisting in committing crimes, so he has to come with us now..."

Xu Ci interrupted him suddenly: "I called the police."

policeman:"……"

The policewoman froze for a moment: "You are the one who reported the case?"

"Yes." Xu Ci said calmly, "It took less than 5 minutes for her to send me a message, and I called the police."

The female police officer sighed slightly: "I understand, thank you for reporting the case in time, otherwise..."

Otherwise, that little boy might also face the result of death.

The male police officer made a phone call and went out: "Please check the information of the person who reported the arson case."

It turned out that it was indeed the number under Xu Ci's name.

Fu Sheng frowned. The night before yesterday, he and Xu Ci slept on the same bed. Xu Ci received a message and dialed 110, but he didn't know anything.

Xu Ci's forearm was a little stiff, Fu Sheng didn't say anything, and rubbed Xu Ci's head: "Next time you encounter such a thing, remember to tell me."

The bureau doesn't have to leave, but the routine questioning is still to be done. The male police officer looked at Xu Ci's gauze-wrapped hand and asked, "How did you hurt?"

Fu Sheng slightly covered Xu Ci's body: "I accidentally scratched the knife edge."

The female police officer understood a little. She patted the male policeman on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "He is also a victim of the 163 Incident."

The male police officer was stunned for a moment, the wound on Xu Ci's hand changed meaning in his eyes.

What he said was a bit blunt: "Young people should take good care of themselves, there will be good times in the future, don't hurt your body."

Xu Ci: "..."

Fu Sheng: "..."

The female policeman took off the pen cap and began to record. The male policeman said, "Please describe what happened."

Fu Sheng frowned, but Xu Ci pulled off his sleeves when he wanted to stop him: "It's okay."

Sooner or later you have to face it.

According to the news, Huang Le set the fire at [-]:[-], but Xu Ci did not receive the message until [-]:[-]. Obviously, Huang Le did not intend to let Xu Ci call the police in advance to save his parents and brother.

And the content of the message is also a bit tingling, Huang Le sent a long message——

[Xiao Ci, I can't hold on anymore.

They will always only talk nicely on the outside, but in reality, they insult me ​​and scold me, wishing that I would die directly.

Grandma said that I was a villain and a loser, because after I got out of there, the monthly medical expenses and medical expenses were more than four figures.

They said that my existence lowered my younger brother's living conditions, that I was a rice bug and a pervert.

They stopped my medicine a year ago, and I couldn't sleep at night for a year, and when I closed my eyes, I was full of those disgusting pictures and those ugly organs.

How can there be such a devil in the world, who treats his own kind as slaves and playthings?

I can't stand it anymore, I can't even see those demons pay the price before I die, they are still free and rich, and I am just a toy they once visited.

During these hundreds of days and nights, I have been cursing them every day, wishing I could cut them into pieces and turn them into ashes.

And my family is still blaming me. My mother said, why didn't I just die when I was pregnant, so that everything that happened today would not happen, and they would not be ashamed now.

I don't understand, since you are not ready to love me, why did you give birth to me?

I used to like reading novels very much. Whenever I saw the plots of the main character being reborn, I would always think that if I could go back to the year I was born, I just wanted to say to her: "Don't give birth, kill her."

"It saves your future troubles and avoids her pain."

Since she didn't prevent my birth when she was pregnant with me, they are to blame for what happened today.

They may be innocent, I can even imagine how the world will judge me after I die——

They will say that my parents are not worthy of death, and they will say how innocent my younger brother is, but in my case, they are the biggest villains, and they are the initiators of everything.

Those demons hurt a lot of people, but my father and mother only hurt me, they gave all their love to the boy who was born after me.

I have blood on my hands, I am guilty.

I am about to atone.

Death should be painful, but they shouldn’t be in pain. I put sleeping pills in their cups of water before going to bed, but my brother didn’t. I gave him a chance to survive.

And I will jump from here with the fear of death, and my blood and flesh will be spread on the road, becoming the object of passers-by or sympathy or gossip.

It's ridiculous, I live in such pain every day, but I still fear death.

But if my death can make those demons pay, then it will be worth it.

You are different, I know you don't like us, but you still have expectations, your future will be bright, and he will love you.

The feeling of rebounding from the withdrawal of the drug is very painful, nausea, headache, and hair falling out in large quantities. Every time I am anxious, only when the tip of the knife slides off the skin can I feel a little vent.

It's addictive, Xiaoci, don't be like us.

So you must take your medicine well, listen to the doctor's words, and be obedient...

Everything you want will come. 】

"The message came at about [-]:[-], and I called the police after receiving the message." Xu Ci's right hand passed through Fu Sheng's lower back, and was wrapped around Fu Sheng's back and held gently.

"I'm scared... and don't know if what she said is true... There's only so much I can do."

After listening to Xu Ci's narration, the male police officer was silent for a long time and asked, "You also notified the media?"

"...No." Xu Ci lowered her eyes, and the folds of the quilt formed a nice little whirlpool, "I just called the police."

"Okay." The female policeman swished and recorded, "Do you know what the deceased wanted to express in the text message? Why did she send you a text message instead of others?"

Xu Ci silently shook his head, Fu Sheng stood by the bed and embraced his shoulder, patted Xu Ci's back with his hand to comfort him.

"All those involved in the 163 incident have already paid the price. Why did Huang Le say that 'those demons are still at large, and they are drunk with money'?"

"Maybe it's the dean...I don't know." Xu Ci clenched Fu Sheng's sleeves tightly, "I don't usually have any contact with her."

The two police officers were all over the place. The so-called dean was also the legal person of the Jietong Firm, named Du Qiuchuan, who had transferred assets abroad a few years ago, and even disappeared after the 163 incident.

He is currently the only person involved in the case known to the police who has not yet received a price. Apart from him, there should be no other people who are at large.

The male police officer continued to ask: "Who are we referring to in Huang Le's mouth? The victims of the 163 incident?"

Xu Ci nodded, then shook his head quickly, and he repeated again: "I don't know, I have no relationship with her."

Male police officer: "Is there no call information?"

Xu Ci: "This is the first time."

A text message made the originally clear case suddenly become confusing again. After the fire broke out, the media and the police arrived at the scene at the same time. It was three or four o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, not broad daylight with a wide view.

I thought that Xu Ci was the one who notified the media, so I asked the police to check Xu Ci's call records. He only received one message that day and did not send a WeChat message. Apart from the call to the police, he had no other records.

Even Fu Sheng's calls and messages were not suspicious. Fu Sheng said they were together that night.

According to the words, the police officer adjusted the surveillance video of the hotel corridor. Xu Ci did not leave the room, and the possibility of contacting others by other methods was ruled out.

Huang Le's sentence "If my death can make those demons pay the price, then everything will be worth it" cast a shadow over the case.

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

"I wish you to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible." The policewoman smiled, "We may still need your help in some areas, but please cooperate with the investigation."

"……it is good."

Fu Sheng shook hands with the policeman, and they left first.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and there were too many doubts in it, but Fu Sheng kept his mouth shut because of Xu Ci's emotions.

He squeezed Xu Ci's face: "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Xu Ci stared at her left arm covered by her sleeve, and after a long time said softly: "She is right, she will really be addicted..."

Fu Sheng's heart trembled violently, and his breathing became tight: "Zai Zai, you have to love yourself."

Xu Ci pursed his lips stubbornly, then he lowered his head and murmured: "I only love you."

Fu Sheng didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Xu Ci shook his head. He rolled up his sleeves, exposing the long scars on his arms to the air and to Fu Sheng's vision.

"I didn't do it on purpose." He stroked the most hideous scar on his wrist, "I just thought it would relieve the pain."

Fu Sheng was dumbfounded: "..."

"I don't know what's wrong with me. When the tip of the knife pierces the skin, I feel happy." Xu Ci raised her eyes and looked at Fu Sheng, "I know it's wrong to do this, but it hurts too much... I don't want to hurt. "

Xu Ci's words were full of contradictions. It was clear that the knife tip would only feel pain when the skin was cut, but he used it to relieve other pains.

Fu Sheng's whole heart seemed to be grasped by a pair of invisible hands, and the pain was almost numb.

He stepped forward and took Xu Ci into his arms, his thin body trembling slightly in his arms: "If it hurts again in the future, just tell me, okay?"

Xu Ci didn't speak, his face was buried in Fu Sheng's chest and abdomen, surrounded by two qualities of darkness and warmth at the same time.

Little dimples slowly appeared on his cheeks, and the darkness swallowed his smile.

If one day, he starts to love himself, then please believe that it is because he loves the house and the bird.