Wangzai Milk Candy

"Yuyou, is that you, Youyou?!"

"Si...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" on the other end of the phone.

"Hello."

It was that familiar hoarse voice again, even with a hint of contempt.

Siming asked, "What conditions are you willing to release?"

The person on the phone didn't answer. In the long silence, a chuckle broke the silence.

"I will do a live broadcast on the Internet. You come alone, don't call the police, or you can wait to collect the body. Now you have two hours left, see you in two hours."

"you--"

It was the same this time, and hung up the phone before Siming could ask.

Siming supported the table and sat down, her hands trembling while holding the phone.

Where can I find someone?

I don't even have a clue about this most basic question, time is passing by a little bit, but people don't know where they are.

"Ding-dong-"

The same number sent a text message with an unknown link.

Clicking on the link doesn't show anything.

Sim Ming suddenly remembered that the person had just said that she would broadcast live. If it was a domestic live broadcast room, she would naturally have a way to track the location, but it would also easily attract the attention of the Internet.

Unless...unless he is using a foreign live broadcast website.

Siming hurriedly boarded the foreign website, and soon entered the live broadcast room.

The photograph was directed at Xia You who was tied to the cross. She didn't seem to have suffered any persecution. Except for her messy hair, she was still in a lucid state of consciousness.

Siming picked up the phone and quickly opened the dial pad.

The camera flickered suddenly, and a voice came from outside the screen, "I warned you, don't-report-the police."

After speaking, a long whip was lowered from the head and beat Xia You severely.

"what!"

The flesh burst open in an instant, and blood dripped down the clothes.

The power of this whip can be felt through the screen.

Siming put down the phone slowly, it seems that the phone has already been installed with monitoring software.

Every move is in the hands of others, maybe there are countless cameras watching her in this room.

Siming picked up the key and was about to run outside. The nearest police station was only 10 minutes away, so he had to go to the scene to report the crime if the phone was not working.

"Don't waste your time."

The voice of the person in the picture was leisurely, as if he had expected Siming's next move.

It turned out that everything about her was being monitored.

Siming sat back to his original position, staring at the screen, hoping to find clues in the only picture.

"Stupid!"

Siming angrily threw the phone to the ground—but because the quality was so good, the phone was unscathed.

Siming picked it up again, and suddenly swept it to a corner of the screen, revealing a mottled old name plate slightly.

But I can't always see clearly.

The sign on the back is already aging, and the light at night is too dim, making it even more difficult to identify.

It seems... This... How familiar does this word look?

Siming held the screen closer, without daring to blink, staring at the corner of the flickering sign.

The person holding the camera seems to be tired, and puts the lens back on the stand.

In the chaos of the violently shaking picture, Siming captured the whole picture of the characters.

manage? !

The word on this sign is Si? !

Siming frowned deeply, and didn't understand the connection for a while.

Suddenly, she supported the table and stood up. This was the old factory of their company.

Siming checked the screen repeatedly. Although there was only a faint light, Siming could clearly confirm that this was their company's warehouse.

The clues became much clearer in an instant, but they were interrupted halfway

There are three abandoned warehouses in the company, one in the urban area and two in the suburbs, which are located on the diagonal of the city.

It must not be in this part of the city, because this warehouse is being renovated, it is impossible for someone to break into it, and the sound of the picture is quiet, obviously it is in the suburbs.

There are two places in the suburbs, one is in the northeast corner and the other is in the southwest corner. Due to limited clues, it is impossible to guess which warehouse this person is in.

If the traffic congestion is not counted, the time to check the two warehouses should be enough.

Half an hour had passed, Siming rushed out of the house, started the car and headed to the suburbs.

The picture began to become restless again. Some torture tools were added at some time, including iron, sulfuric acid, machete, and some terrifying things with names.

"Dear friends watching the live broadcast, the number of viewers is now 100, how about this, every time the number of people increases by 500, I will give it a free trial. I wonder if anyone would like to join in?"

The comments below are about to fly, and netizens who have good things expressed their feelings about watching the fun in various languages.

Two hundred... four hundred... The number of viewers is growing horribly, and no one realizes that this is a live broadcast of death, and completely thinks it is just a show.

The voice outside the screen sounded again, "Well, it's already five hundred, so let's try this first."

A gloved hand picked up the red-hot soldering iron, which made a beeping sound when it encountered the suddenly cold air.

When Xia You saw the soldering iron in front of him, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he shrank his neck in fright, and the iron chains that bound the board were shaken and rattled.

"No, no! Please!"

"Ah."

The hand increased its strength and burned it directly to the side of the waist.

A scream penetrated the night sky, and through the screen, one could smell the smell of scorched flesh.

Siming slammed on the brakes and almost hit the car in front of him.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she panted heavily, choked up and turned on the phone.

In the picture, Xia You was so hot that she fainted, the mark on her waist was still red, and her fair skin was beyond recognition.

The enthusiasm of the onlookers was instantly ignited. Some sharp-eyed domestic netizens actually recognized that the person who was tied up was the blogger who was full of scandals before.

"Isn't that the x&m blogger?"

"The blogger himself has never been seen on camera, how did you recognize it?"

"I have chased down a small line before and met myself."

"Really? Is this blogger so wild?"

"It's really her, because she is very beautiful, I remember well. If you don't believe me, look at her hands. Her hands have been shown in the mirror before, and the rings on her hands are exactly the same."

Oops!

Siming opened the domestic website, and there were more and more people posting about the popularity of this "death live broadcast", and more and more curious people.

A large number of domestic netizens flooded into the live broadcast room instantly.

"Clear all discussion posts about this live broadcast, and block all domestic news about this live broadcast, and none of them can leak out."

This is an online carnival of public opinion, what Siming can do now is to seal the news and cause as little heat as possible.

However, the ferment of the forum in the past few days has aroused people's curiosity about this mysterious history blogger.

That's too late!

Siming restarted the car, pumped up the horsepower, and ran seven or eight red lights in a row.

Competing with it is the online discussion, and the mass insults cannot be stopped at all. The more you cover it, the more curious you become.

Shows, traffic, eyeballs, and no bottom line, almost no one would think that this is a murder case, and simply think it is a deliberate hype.

The number of viewers is increasing, and it is full of insulting messages.

Siming didn't have time to read it, so he could only ask the company's people to quickly block the domestic news chain over and over again.

Another scream came from the headset.

Xia You's neck was tightly bound by the long braid, and she was forced to raise her head according to her body's instincts, but she couldn't breathe even half a mouthful of air.

Xia You's lips turned white quickly, and after struggling desperately from the beginning, her legs gradually stopped.

When the person was about to lose his breath, the whip suddenly let go.

With a flick of the long whip, choking dust was raised, and it fell heavily on Xia You's head.

His body was densely covered with welts, and his clothes had been soaked in blood.

"Now there are 10 people, and when it reaches 80 people, we will show human fireworks for everyone."

His finger pointed to the gun not far away.

Siming finally arrived at a corner of the warehouse, it was quiet and empty, it seemed that they must be in another warehouse.

It is not only the speed of the car that accelerates by stepping on the accelerator, but also the number of viewers.

In just a few minutes, the number has easily reached 50.

There was a red light behind him, and Siming didn't have time to think about it. The speed of life and death on the road was two cars chasing one after the other.

65 million--

Siming was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he walked around several intersections before throwing him away.

75 million--

As soon as he turned a corner, a dazzling red light lit up in front of his eyes.

The police car completely blocked Siming's way forward, blocking all her escape routes.

79 million--

With sweat-wet hair in a mess, Siming slowly opened the door to get out of the car, and walked towards the front in despair.

"Congratulations everyone, now it's 80, everyone, don't blink, the next moment is a miracle—"

"I am coming."

Siming stepped on time and rushed to the warehouse at the last moment.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Seeing Siming, the man raised his hand to turn off the live broadcast, kicked a chair leisurely, raised his chin and signaled, "Sit."

Siming looked directly into her eyes, "Su Xuanke, what exactly do you want to do?"

Siming always thought that this person was a man, but now he found out that this person was a girl. Although she was wearing a mask and her voice became hoarse, her body was exactly that of Su Xuanke.

Su Xuan smiled instead of anger, "Do you still miss me? You can still recognize me in this way."

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Old friend, let's talk about the past first."

Xia You opened her eyes with difficulty, and said weakly, "Si Ming, Siming."

Siming was about to run over, but Su Xuanke quickly took out a gun and pointed it at Xia You's forehead.

Siming didn't dare to act rashly, and asked, "How can I let him go?"

Su Xuanke threatened: "It's nothing else, I just want to invite you to catch up on the old days, you listen to me, I won't hurt her, otherwise no one will get out of here today."

Siming hesitantly walked to the chair and sat down after confirming that it was all right.

"Have a good time, haven't you?"

Siming didn't know what she meant by asking this question, before he could answer, he heard Su Xuanke continue to say:

"But I'm not happy."

"It's all because of you that I became this inhuman and ghost-like!"

Su Xuanke pulled off the mask suddenly, and the revealed face shocked Siming.

"Is it scary?"

"I changed schools and went to the worst high school. Those little bastards who came to me for money back then took revenge on me because you called the police. I was splashed with acid on my face and never came back. The only savings in the family were spent because of my operation, and my parents divorced because of this incident. My life was ruined like this. You went to college happily, but I worked hard day and night on the construction site. Work is just to have a good meal, only on the construction site will no one care about my face."

Su Xuanke paused, looked at Siming's face, and said, "Hahahaha, are you pitying me with this expression?"

Siming looked at her with mixed feelings.

Siming said, "If you want money, I can give it to you."

"Can you afford it? Can you afford my 30 years of life?!"

Siming pursed her lips. In the silence, Xia You suddenly said, "Student Su... don't do stupid things... as long as you are willing... Siming and I... can help you..."

"Shut up! What kind of Bodhisattvas are you pretending to be all day long? I don't know you yet. If you talk nicely, you must think I'm disgusting in your heart!"

Xia You shook her head angrily, "No..."

"Si Ming, have you never told Xia You your real identity?"

Siming stopped breathing and asked, "Who told you?"

"How funny you said, I picked up an old computer that day. I wanted to sell it as a scrap, but it turned on accidentally. Guess who its owner is?"

"I don't want to guess."

"Oh, why don't you want to guess? You can't guess or you already have the answer in your heart. The computer was left by Ye Mu, who was killed by you. I happened to see a little data left on his computer. It said At first I wondered about his and your real identities, how much Ye Mu left behind such unrealistic things, and then I realized that you seem to have mastered all the things that happened in high school before. Whereabouts, how can we children beat you."

Siming said, "I'm sorry."

Su Xuanke picked up the remote control and grinded his back molars, "I'm sorry? Who are you saying sorry to? I can't understand it! Siming, you lied to me back then, are you going to lie to me again now? ?”

"It's up to you to kill or cut as you like, as long as you let Xia You leave."

Su Xuanke laughed ferociously, and said, "Let's go, you can't go anymore. Have you seen those gasoline barrels? As long as I press this button lightly, it will explode into fireworks."

"Su Xuanke, I know that your nature is not bad, and you are just desperate to do these things. You put it down, and when we go out, I will find someone to arrange a decent job for you, and I will also help you contact the best hospital to treat you. OK?"

"Si Ming, you fart!"

Siming shouted angrily: "Su Xuanke! Why do you want to impose your own pain on others? Why don't you take revenge on those punks? Why don't you take revenge on those who laughed at you? Ask yourself, how can we Sorry for that?"

"You're all sorry for me, you're all damned—"

Su Xuanke touched the upper button with his fingers, and suddenly felt a shock.

Xia You used all her strength to hit her head against Su Xuanke, making Su Xuanke's figure a little unstable.

"boom--"

The lurking shooter aimed at Su Xuanke's hand, and the bullet passed through the palm of his hand, piercing a shocking black hole.

Su Xuanke fell to the ground, held his bleeding left hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Fuck, you called the police?"

Siming ignored her, grabbed a knife from the table and rushed forward to cut the rope.

"Go to hell!"

Su Xuanke lay on the ground and groped for the penis with difficulty, and slowly lifted it up.

Xia You screamed, "Be careful!"

Siming threw the rope behind and subconsciously threw Xia You down.

Xia You closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly her hands became hot, and they were covered with blood.

"Blood, Siming, you are injured!"

Siming clenched his teeth, stood up with one hand propped on the ground, and said, "A small injury, it's not a big problem."

She turned her head to look at Su Xuanke behind her, and was restrained by the criminal police who broke in.

It's over...it's over.

This was Siming's last thought before he passed out.

The kidnapping case has been settled, and Su Xuanke can only spend the rest of his life in prison.

As for the two seriously injured parties, it took a week before they woke up one after the other.

On the day of discharge from the hospital, Xia You suddenly wanted to buy flowers on the way, "Si Ming, I want to buy a bunch of flowers."

Siming looked at the bustling flower shop and the bustling crowd, not worried about Xia You's body, but agreed, "Go buy it."

After finishing speaking, Xia You unbuttoned her seat belt, held her down, and smiled softly, "I'll go by myself, soon."

Back home, Xia Youzai carefully placed the flowers in the vase, exuding a proud vitality.

Flower arranging is indeed a laborious project for a person recovering from a serious illness.

Xia You sat on the carpet, leaning on the sofa a little tiredly.

Siming brought a blanket and covered Xia You.

"what is this flower?"

"Fire Bird."

"Very beautiful, what is the language of flowers?"

"Its flower language is unfettered and romantic. May you be as free as a bird."

Siming asked softly, "Tired?"

Xia You closed her eyes and rubbed Siming's shoulder.

After three months in the hospital, Xia You's skin was white and shiny under the light, like a porcelain doll that could shatter with a light touch.

Xia You asked in a low voice: "Did you tell me a story about time travel a long time ago? But it seems that you haven't told it yet?"

Sim Ming adjusted his sitting posture so that Xia You could lean more comfortably, and asked, "Want to hear it?"

"Well, is the story long?"

"It's a little long."

Xia You yawned, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and said, "Okay then, when I wake up, tell me the story, don't forget."

After speaking, he gave Siming a piece of Wangzai milk candy.

"I won't forget, go to sleep."

Siming raised his eyes to look at the cluster of brilliantly blooming Fire Spirit Birds, but couldn't tell whether it was the sun in the sky or the flowers in the vase.

But—whether it's the sun or the flowers, it's far less important to her than eating this piece of candy.

The author has something to say:

Yohoho, it's over!

Thank you very much for your company all the time, without you, I would not be able to write these words by myself.Xiaodeng, Friends Account, Mumu, Yuzu, Yanwen, Chitang, Xiaojiazhu, emmmmm, besides them, there are other friends whose names I don’t know. Occupy a small place in everyone's favorites.I know that the story still has many shortcomings, and this is where I need to continue to improve.The story has an end, and the story of the protagonist will not end. I am also grateful for their existence. When I am wandering in another strange city, sometimes thinking about them, the hard work and loneliness of life will suddenly reduce.

No matter which predicament you are in in life now, I wish all the friends who read this article have the courage to defeat the little monsters on the road of life, and wait until your own sun rises!

Let's just write here first, and look forward to seeing each other we are familiar with again in the not-too-distant future!Thank you everyone!