desensitization therapy

Linchuan is neither cold nor hot in May. Once the sky clears, it will soon be summer.

In the second week after Fang Zhilian left Linchuan, No. [-] Middle School held a senior year graduation ceremony and coming-of-age ceremony.

At the graduation ceremony, Song Feijue delivered a speech as a student representative. After saying the last sentence, "I wish all the graduates of the 2013 class get their wish and have a smooth road ahead", there was a round of warm applause from the audience.

The cameraman on the side of the podium kept pressing the shutter, capturing the smiling young man on the stage.

If all goes well, this photo will be posted on the school's bulletin board along with Song Feijue's admission results shortly after the college entrance examination results come out.

It was late when Song Feijue returned to the house. He changed his shoes at the entrance, and as soon as he entered the other hall, he saw Wen Peitang bending down to watch the goldfish in the aquarium.

It is also strange to say that since the first short-tailed Ryukin died, the remaining goldfish have died one after another, and the reason is unknown.

Wen Peitang doesn't know how to raise fish. Originally, there was a piano here. Later, Song Yuming completely changed the decoration of the house, and the piano was replaced with an aquarium.Song Yuming was indifferent to these trivial matters, and it was not uncommon for the fish to die. Only Wen Peitang was really worried about these fish.

"Are you back?" Wen Peitang heard the movement, and turned her eyes to Song Feijue who entered the door. She saw Song Feijue's eyes glanced towards the second floor, and said softly, "He probably won't be back today."

Song Feijue just nodded,

He had already heard that a bureau chief who had a lot of contacts with Song Yuming was recently accused, and even Song Yuming was in a bad situation.

Song Yuming has been very busy recently, Wen Peitang was relieved, temporarily freed from the worry of being tortured.

"Both the oxygen pump and filter pump are on, and I don't know what happened. I woke up this morning and found that another one died." Wen Peitang said to himself.

Song Feijue didn't speak. He bent his fingers and flicked the outer wall of the aquarium, neither light nor heavy.

The goldfish bowl effect, he thought casually, Song Yuming is coming soon.

It's almost over.

Wen Peitang sighed, she straightened up, her face suddenly changed, and she frowned slightly in pain.

Song Feijue was keenly aware of Wen Peitang's discomfort: "Where is the discomfort?"

"It's an old problem." Wen Peitang forced a smile, rubbed his waist with the palm of his hand, "Sometimes breathing hurts, chest tightness, it's nothing serious."

The inside of her arm was exposed with the movement, and there was a newly added scar from a cigarette burn on it, which was previously used as a punishment for leaving the island early.The scar from the cigarette butt can't be erased or covered up, only Wen Peitang would wishful thinking it as the lowest degree of punishment.

"Go to the hospital." Song Feijue avoided the scar.

He lowered his eyes, couldn't see his expression clearly, and his fingers were still tapping the aquarium leisurely, as if counting down.

Wen Peitang responded, and was just about to go to the kitchen to bring out dinner, when he got up, the chandelier above his head suddenly dimmed.

As if in a series of reactions, when the chandelier went out, the other lit rooms also fell into quiet darkness.

"Why..." Before Wen Peitang finished speaking, Song Feijue had already turned on the flashlight of his phone.

It seems that this power outage has been expected.

How can it be?Wen Peitang looked at Song Feijue and shook his head again, only blaming himself for being suspicious when he shouldn't have.

"Contact the property management office." Song Feijue said calmly.

"I'll go downstairs and have a look first," Wen Peitang said softly. She used the light of her mobile phone to find a flashlight in the locker beside her. "Is it tripped?"

Song Feijue said "Yes", and continued to illuminate Wen Peitang until Wen Peitang closed the door, and the sound of footsteps became farther and farther away.

The phone's light was silently turned off.

Without the only light, the air in the other hall was gloomy and dull.Under the cover of night, it looks like an indistinct black cage.

Song Feijue raised his eyes and looked at the same dark camera on the surveillance——

The blue glass filter above reflects his expressionless face.

Song Yuming's vigilance has always been very strong, and the most intuitive point is reflected in the locked safe in the study.

But Song Feijue knew that the hyena's defense line might include wolves, cheetahs, and lions, but it would definitely not include the soft-hearted, non-threatening rabbit.

Inside the safe was a stack of documents, neatly packed in kraft paper bags.Song Feijue picked out a few, which were the declaration documents for real estate project development review and tax calculation.

The signature at the bottom is Ye Zhengqing's. Song Feijue somewhat understands why Song Yuming left this document, and at the same time he is also very clear that it is not enough.

He turned on the camera, took pictures of those documents and sent them to Ye Xiling, then put them back on the table.

The phone screen that was placed back on the table suddenly vibrated.

This was just the beginning, after a brief beep, the part of the phone that was in contact with the table continued to emit a continuous hum.

Song Feijue's fingers flicked through the file froze. He glanced at the name displayed on the phone screen, paused for a few seconds, and moved to the answer button.

On the other end of the call was Fang Zhilian's clear voice, accompanied by some vague voices: "Guess what I'm eating?"

"Fish skin corner."

Song Feijue quickly flipped through a few pages of the document, scanning the contents of the document from top to bottom.

"...how do you know?" The other side seemed to be smothered, and Fang Zhilian's voice came out after a while, "Scare me, you didn't install a surveillance camera on me, did you?"

"Have you looked for it?" Song Feijue replied half-truthfully, turning the pages in his hands without stopping.

Even if he couldn't see it, he could probably imagine Fang Zhilian's expression.

Sure enough, Fang Zhilian said: "I won't look for it anymore, it would be great if you really put a surveillance camera on me. You miss me once you see the surveillance screen, right?"

Inside and outside the words, there is a tacit self-satisfaction and complacency.

Song Feijue's eyes suddenly fixed on one of the documents.

It was a very ordinary project development record, including project contracting, project fund appropriation, and contracted land acquisition, with the words 5% marked next to it.

He flipped through a few pages and made a rough estimate. Since 2008, he has recorded as many as a dozen large and small engineering projects.

Song Feijue had a premonition that perhaps starting from this record would be his chance to end all this soon.

It is also the only chance.

Fang Zhilian was probably still wondering why Song Feijue didn't answer for a long time, and tentatively said "Hello" into the microphone.

The flash flashed briefly, half of Song Feijue's face was illuminated, and the line of his jawline was beautiful and sharp.

"Well," he said to the other end of the call calmly with a half-smile on his lips, "you guessed it."

The author says:

In about six chapters, I will break the mirror and make it sweet again.