Case File Compendium

He Yu was really drunk.

When he saw Xie Qingcheng, when he touched the real Xie Qingcheng, when he realized that Xie Qingcheng really came to him, he couldn't say anything.

His blue-faced fangs seemed to have dissipated.He was nothing more than a tiny baby dragon lost from a cave.

Xie Qingcheng half-supported and half-supported him, and took him out of the empty night club smoothly. When he went downstairs to check out and pay the bill, the lady at the front desk turned out to be the same one from before.

"Hello……"

The waitress choked up halfway through her words.

She looked at the scene in front of her in shock—what? !Young Master He hasn't broken up with this 168 million dog man who fucked Young Master He all night and committed domestic violence? !

It's outrageous!Can you do whatever you want just because you are handsome? ! !

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what she was thinking with wide-eyed eyes, and he didn't have time to care about her.He felt that He Yu's current state was too bad, and when the boy leaned against him, he could feel that this person's body was as hot as a stove.

And the gauze wrapped around He Yu's wrist, others don't know what's going on, how can he not know?

He had to send He Yu home immediately.

Xie Qingcheng: "Check out."

The waitress came back to her senses and tried her best to restrain the urge to roll her eyes: "Hi sir, the total consumption in the box tonight is 49."

"..."

Decaying capitalism can't consume less than [-], can it?

Fortunately, He Yu wasn't completely drunk yet, he was just a little confused, but still had the consciousness to pay. Hearing this, he suddenly moved, and started to fumble for his card in his coat.

"I'll pay." He Yu took out the card, then leaned weakly on Xie Qingcheng again, "I can pay, I have a lot of money now. Do you know... I don't need to ask them for pocket money now I have money, I have everything you want...I have made a lot of money..."

"I can give you more than my father, Xie Qingcheng...you can't look down on me anymore."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

The waiter was even more shocked: What kind of Xiaoma literature is this?What did she hear?Did Mr. He also take care of this man? ? !So now what is this?The son inherits the father's business?

With a sizzle, the machine printed out the receipt.

The waiter is professionally trained, no matter how shocked she is, she won't say anything unless—forget it, she can't help it.

She suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and handed the receipt to He Yu: "Young Master He, please sign it."

He Yu took the pen, scribbled a few ghostly symbols at will, and returned it to the other party.

The lady took a look.

"...He, Young Master He, the one you signed can't be used, I'll make a new one, and you can re-sign it."

Xie Qingcheng: "Why can't it be used?"

The waitress suppressed her contempt and handed the order to the handsome young mother who was eating rice.

Xie Qingcheng glanced at it, speechless and feeling a little indescribable.

Because He Yu was in a daze, what he signed was:

"Thank you, Qingcheng, as a gift."

Xie Qingcheng drove He Yu back to He's villa.

When this kind of mental illness breaks out, it is very difficult to suppress one's bloodthirsty nature.

Xie Qingcheng has experienced it himself, and he knows how painful internal friction can be.

So he had to be distracted to observe He Yu's situation along the way.At first, He Yu just leaned on the co-pilot with a pale face and eyes closed, biting a little rose blood on his lips.

When the two drove to the suburbs, He Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore. He suddenly opened his eyes and unbuckled his seat belt.Xie Qingcheng immediately pulled over and stopped the car, stopping his movements.

"what happened?"

He Yu said in a hoarse voice, "It's hard."

"I do not feel good……"

It was a little difficult for him to say these words.

"He Yu, hold on." Due to overdose of medicine, He Yu's drug resistance has become more and more serious. Xie Qingcheng knew that he must have swallowed the medicine before going to the empty night club, but now the medicine has no effect. However, He Yu's onset period has not yet passed. In this case, patients generally have only three options:

Number one, self-harm.

Second, hurt others.

Third, self-destructive use of larger doses of drugs to survive subsequent episodes, but the next time the patient's tolerance to drugs will increase again.

Xie Qingcheng reminded He Yu a long time ago not to take too much medicine and not to rely on medicine, but due to various reasons, He Yu failed to implement Xie Qingcheng's words.

At this moment, layers of fine sweat were already seeping from He Yu's forehead, his whole body was as hot as a stove, and even his vision was scorching.

He held it in for a while, and couldn't take it any longer, and started groping around in the car, trying to get hold of anything sharp so he could make criss-cross wounds on his body.As long as the blood comes out, he should be able to feel better...

"Where is the knife..."

He asked Xie Qingcheng hoarsely, as if asking himself, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Where's the knife?"

Xie Qingcheng held him down: "There is no knife. You buckle up your seat belt, we will be home soon."

"No...I'm not going home. I want a knife." He Yu muttered, "I want a knife...give me a knife...I can't take it anymore..."

The more Xie Qingcheng saw him like this, the more uneasy he felt.

Because Xie Qingcheng was a person who had treated the mental Ebola case No. 3, he had seen the symptoms of No. 3 getting worse.Theoretically speaking, each episode of mental Ebola will be more difficult to control than the previous one without drug adjustments, so the best way is to keep extremely calm and reduce the number of episodes.

When Xie Qingcheng was with He Yu before, he would always say some hurtful things to He Yu. Firstly, it was because his personality was so cold and hard, and secondly, he was actually intentionally raising He Yu's emotional threshold.

Over the years, He Yu's tolerance for cynicism has increased a lot, but those aspects that Xie Qingcheng couldn't broaden his threshold for him still tormented the boy's feelings.

"He Yu, bear with me, can you hear me?"

"..." He Yu stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head away abruptly.

"I want a knife."

But where is the knife in the car?

He fumbled recklessly in the car, but couldn't touch anything that could harm himself. He wanted to get out of the car, but Xie Qingcheng locked the door.

He Yu's eye sockets were getting redder and redder, as if he was about to bleed.

"Why is there no knife... Xie Qingcheng... why is there no knife? I can't take it anymore!" He began to tear the bandage around his wrist vigorously, and his movements gradually became crazy from vigorous.

The bandages were scattered, Xie Qingcheng's heart felt cold, and he was shocked——

He Yu's arms were criss-crossed, new wounds overlapped with old scars, there were so many sores! !

Some of those wounds hadn't fully healed yet, and now that He Yu moved, they were torn apart for the second time, and the blood kept gushing out... How many times did he have seizures before?

"You are—"

Xie Qingcheng grabbed his wrist and stared at his pale face: "He Yu...how long have you been like this?"

He stroked the wound on He Yu's wrist.

One by one.

One sideways.

Staggered, shocking.

This boy hurt himself so much...and he was around him and never knew it.Xie Qingcheng's voice trembled a little: "Why never say it?"

"..."

"Haven't you told anyone about your situation?"

He Yu thought vaguely and sadly, what did he say?

His current illness is caused by being unable to ask for it. He found that he likes Xie Qingcheng, but he also knows that he cannot get close to Xie Qingcheng.Xie Qingcheng doesn't like him, Xie Qingcheng even disgusts him in his heart, so he shouldn't do that kind of thing without self-esteem, he doesn't want others to know his feelings and laugh at him as crazy.

He would rather go crazy like this.

Xie Qingcheng's indifferent refusal and ruthless cold eyes will stimulate his emotions every time. His past medicines have become his current poison. At that time, he had to sacrifice with blood to suppress the void in his heart.

Who can he talk to?

Even now, facing Xie Qingcheng himself, he couldn't speak, he could only mobilize his gradually weakened self-awareness, and said hoarsely to Xie Qingcheng: "... none of your business."

"..."

"It's none of your business, Xie Qingcheng."

While suppressing himself in pain, he replied bluntly.

He really can't stand it...he wants to smell blood.

Want to vent.

He can't wait to tear apart Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood, and incorporate Xie Qingcheng's flesh and blood into his body bit by bit. There is such a strong desire in his heart, as if this way his body will not hurt, My heart will never be empty again.

Want blood.

to love...

To... Xie Qingcheng.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably because he was trying his best to restrain this desire, he was clutching the window sill, his knuckles protruding, like the final barrier of defense...

"boom!!"

In the end, he couldn't restrain the madness surging in his body, and slammed his backhand on the car window. Xie Qingcheng's car was not a good car, and the window glass was not hit. Under such a heavy blow, it immediately split the spider web Like criss-cross marks.

He Yu was covered in sweat, he looked at Xie Qingcheng almost resentfully, his eyes almost lost consciousness.

He hissed with hatred and sorrow and asked him: "Why do you torture me like this? Why don't you give me a knife or medicine!!"

"I really want to kill you... I really want to kill you and then kill myself... I feel bad, Xie Qingcheng... I feel so bad that I'm going to die! I can't take it anymore..."

He pulled the wounds on his arm with his hands, those wounds hadn't healed in the first place, such a fuss made the skin and flesh turn outward, which was extremely terrifying.

"I can't stand it!!!" he howled angrily, but tears were streaming down his face.

If it was in a mental hospital, He Yu would definitely use a restraint belt like this. His self-harming symptoms are too serious, and he can't control himself at all.

But there was nothing here, so Xie Qingcheng had no choice but to hold him tightly, trying not to let He Yu do anything more extreme.

"He Yu, you have to hold on...it's almost over...you have been relying on medicine for a long time before, if you persist for a while, this attack will pass..."

"You're lying to me..." He Yu gritted his teeth, his consciousness getting more and more confused, "You're lying to me...! I can't get better...I can't take it anymore! None of your words are true...Everyone They are lying to me! They are all lying to me!!!”

His condition was too bad, Xie Qingcheng could only comfort him over and over again.Waiting for his own symptoms to subside is Xie Qing's only hope now.Before that, he had to firmly control He Yu, lest he hurt others or continue to hurt himself.

The car cannot be driven. Fortunately, it is a remote suburb, and there are not many vehicles passing by, so it will not affect anyone.

Xie Qingcheng kept pressing him hard like this, comforting him with the quality of a professional doctor. The process was too long, and He Yu had great strength. He was not the child who could be rounded and flattened by Xie Qingcheng in the past. , and Xie Qingcheng's shoulder was injured, and gradually began to lose strength...

suddenly--! !

He Yu jumped up, broke free from Xie Qingcheng's restraint, and pushed Xie Qingcheng onto the driver's seat!

He stared at the man with bloodshot eyes.

He Yu's emotions finally completely lost control.

There was no reflection of Xie Qingcheng in his eyes, the whole pair of eyes seemed to be shrouded in blood mist, everything was chaotic.

The boy even stretched out his hand and strangled Xie Qingcheng's neck brutally.

"Liars...all liars...you all hate me...you are all afraid of me...I will kill you...I will kill you!!"

"He Yu...!"

If it was Xie Qingcheng from before, it would be absolutely impossible for He Yu to be so close to suppress him. He could guarantee that his life would not be in danger, but he didn't expect that his arm would be completely useless at this time .He struggled under He Yu's hands, very fiercely, but he couldn't completely break away from He Yu's restraint.

Gradually, his face turned red and he couldn't breathe.

At this critical moment of life and death, he was forced to burst out with a sudden burst of ferocious force, relying on his remaining good arm and his strong fighting skills, he suddenly suppressed He Yu with his backhand, and took the opportunity to get a blow from the opponent The palm came out, and then reflexively slapped He Yu's face hard.

There was a crisp sound of "pop".

That slap was completely out of self-defense instinct, and it was so hard and accurate that He Yu's ears buzzed for a while, and he felt dizzy before his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng finally breathed in the oxygen at this moment, his chest heaved violently, and he breathed heavily, and there were already finger marks on his neck that were temporarily difficult to fade away, which were the marks that He Yu almost pinched him to death when he fell ill.

He slowed down for a while, and he regained his strength. Seeing He Yu still froze there so dangerously and silently, Xie Qingcheng's first reaction was to suppress him again.

No matter how pitiful He Yu's current situation is, it is irresponsible for anyone to let him be free in this situation.

So Xie Qingcheng panted, raised his only healthy arm, and pressed He Yu hard again, trying to control him.

But at this moment, He Yu suddenly raised his eyes and looked up at him.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly stopped.

I don't know if it's because of the slap in the face, but the blood mist in He Yu's eyes has lessened, and he seems to be more awake, at least he can recognize who the person in front of him is.He looked a little weak again just like in the empty night club just now, but at least he wasn't so aggressive anymore, just like a normal person with a depressed mood.

"He Yu, you..."

"...Xie Qingcheng." He Yu finally came back to his senses slowly, trembling, and called out in a low voice, as if a dying young dragon was whimpering, "Xie Qingcheng..."

He raised his hand.

Xie Qingcheng instinctively wanted to restrain him.

But this time, He Yu's hand didn't do anything to hurt him.

He Yu just wrapped his hands around Xie Qingcheng's waist with those trembling hands that showed his emotional collapse - tightly, tightly hugged him.

very tired.

very sad.

Almost helpless.

He hugged him.

"I woke up……"

"I woke up...I, I just..." He trembled, "...Did I go completely crazy just now...?"

Because it was inside the carriage, even though the two were fighting before, there was not much room to stretch inside the carriage. Although Xie Qingcheng was leaning over to suppress He Yu at this time, he was not as tall as when he was completely standing.He Yu hugged him at this time, and his head rested on Xie Qingcheng's chest and heart.

Listening to those heartbeats, He Yu regained some clarity of mind and began to feel extreme fear.

Did he almost kill him?

Had he almost lost hearing the beating of a heart in this man's chest?

He hugged him for a long time in despair.

long time……

Then Xie Qingcheng heard him muttering, and said in a sad voice: "Brother, give me a knife, I don't want to hurt you, but I really can't take it anymore..."

"I can't take it anymore...will you let me do it myself?"

"Can you let me do it myself..."

Xie Qingcheng felt very, very uncomfortable at that moment.

He didn't know how He Yu became like this.

Obviously, the year he left the He family, he had confirmed that He Yu should be able to control his emotions.During the four years when he was not there, He Yu did not have any accidents.

Just after he came back, everything suddenly became more and more chaotic, falling into the abyss of being out of control.

Did he do something wrong when he came back?

Or his decision to leave in the first place was wrong.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know, he couldn't even know what kind of inner changes this young man had recently, why his mood became more and more volatile, He Yu was at least honest with him before, but now he seems to have built up feelings for him. My spiritual barrier is higher than anyone else.

What happened to He Yu...

"Xie Qingcheng..."

Xie Qingcheng came to his senses when the young man called out to him again, he knew that He Yu's attack was slowly passing away.He coughed softly, and at this moment, Xie Qingcheng chose to be an accompanying doctor as before, to appease this boy whose soul seemed to be shattered.

"fine."

He patted him on the back: "it's okay. Don't worry, I'm fine. "

"You'll be fine soon, too."

"Don't use a knife to solve the problem, He Yu."

"The worst pain is over, you can support it."

"never mind……"

He kept patting He Yu's back to comfort the extremely helpless boy at the moment.

This is him as a doctor, as the first emperor...

Even at this moment, he felt that this was what he, as Xie Qingcheng, should do.

"He Yu, don't give up."

There is still hope.

As long as you are alive, as long as you never give in, you and I, we... all have hope.