Case File Compendium

"Last night, residents of Jinyulan Garden on the outskirts of the city heard two gunshots. After the residents called the police, the police rushed to the scene and found the bodies of a man and a woman in an old abandoned house. The female deceased, Yi Mouting, was 52 years old. , male deceased Liang Mouyong, 26 years old. The two are mother-son relationship, they are the dean of Chengkang Psychiatric Hospital, and Liang Jicheng's wife and son."

"The police found the suicide note of the deceased in the old house. Both of them are related to the Chengkang case. They are suspected of committing suicide in fear of crime..."

At dusk on the weekend, Xie Qingcheng was sitting on the high-speed train and saw this push message.

He frowned slightly and clicked in.

The report is not long, as is often the case with this kind of thing, the more serious the matter, the fewer words.

Liang Jicheng has a wife and son...

He remembered that at Chengkang Hospital that day, the little nurse who received them did say something, saying that Liang Jicheng had a wife and children. It was this sentence that made He Yu immediately realize that the "Liang Jicheng" Xie Xue met was a fake .

Did those two commit suicide...

Xie Qingcheng felt a little uncomfortable about this matter, but he was not a policeman after all, and the content of the report was too little, not even a mosaic picture, and there was no clue to think about it.

He then turned off his cell phone and sighed softly, as if the fire on the roof of Chengkang Hospital was flashing in front of his eyes that day.

Jiang Lanpei laughed hysterically. She said that no one found her and thought of her in 20 years.

She wants to turn into a ghost and turn Chengkang into hell.

Is this a kind of karmic reincarnation?

"Hello, the G12xxxx bus you took will arrive at Hangzhou Station in 10 minutes. Please take your belongings and get ready to get off. Thank you for your ride. The train is at the station ahead, Hangzhou Station."

The broadcast of the high-speed rail team pulled Xie Qingcheng back from his meditation.

He said sorry to his neighbor, and took the gift box to the aisle while the little girl blushed to avoid him, waiting to get off the bus.After all, the Chengkang case was over, so he didn't think too much about Cheng Liang Jicheng's wife and children.

The play that He Yu took over was a low-budget web drama.

The screenwriter is a newcomer, the director is a newcomer, and the actors are newcomers... Because the investment is too small, all the people are new and the props are all old.

Newcomers are also good for newcomers. Everyone has no experience. There is no oil on the face smoked from the smoke of the wine table, and the soles of the shoes are not stained with mud from the fame and fortune of the powder. Most people's hearts are only covered by a thin chest cavity. Wrapped, take out each other to have a look, don't say how true it is, but at least it's not completely fake.According to Xie Xue, the overall atmosphere is not bad.

When I arrived at the set by taxi, it was the last scene before dinner.

Before Xie Qing presented, Xie Xue had greeted the staff in the film crew. When he arrived, he was naturally taken to sit by the director's monitor, waiting for someone, and watching the show by the way.

He Yu is filming.

To be honest, Xie Qing didn't know what group He Yu had joined before he came here.After watching it for a long time, I probably know that this is a youthful campus romance story that is extremely vulgar.

In the play, He Yu is a male cannon fodder who has silently liked the heroine for many years. He is a capitalist, and it really fits his temperament very well. This scene happens to be when the capitalist confesses to be rejected by the heroine, and then leaves alone.

This scene was to be filmed in a rainstorm. After all, for a drama invested by Wumao, the extras even included the director's aunt, grandma, and grandma. Artificial rainfall can naturally save money.When the stingy producer encountered the torrential rain from God, he frantically dragged the actors around repeatedly.

So He Yu repeated this scene of high emotional outburst in the heavy rain——

Although he is not from a relevant major and it is his first performance, He Yu has managed this relationship very well.

It's not like acting, but a wanton venting of personal feelings.

Xie Qingcheng felt very surprised, but he was not the only one who was surprised. In the temporary canopy, everyone in front of the monitor was surprised.

"Wow, isn't this handsome guy really a student of acting..." the staff member rolled the script into a small microphone and asked in a super low voice.

By the time the entire shot was taken, the sky was completely dark.

The poor crew set up a simple shed next to it for the actors to rest and change clothes. He Yu went in after filming, and there was no movement for a long time.

Xie Qingcheng sent him a message, and about ten minutes later, the little assistant opened the curtain and came out, holding a big umbrella with a black carbon handle, and ran to the shed where Xie Qingcheng was waiting, and invited him in. Inside.

The shed is very narrow, with only a white plastic outdoor table and a few chairs.

When Xie Qingcheng entered, He Yu was sitting on one of the chairs and wiping his hair.Hearing the movement, he raised his eyelashes and took a look at Xie Qingcheng.

This glance was a bit unexpected for Xie Qingcheng.

He thought that He Yu's state would be very bad. The hysterical heavy emotional scene just now would affect the staff watching in the shed to some extent. Coolly wearing a Bluetooth headset and listening to music, his smooth left hand rested on the table, his fingertips tapped the beat loosely, and he was the only one who had nothing to do.

He looked even more sane than when he met him at the hospital.

"Xie Xue told me that you would come." He Yu took off one earphone and threw it on the table casually.

He even smiled at Xie Qingcheng: "Is the allergy gone?"

Xie Qingcheng's heart relaxed a little: "If it's not good, I should die."

He glanced at He Yu's phone screen: "What are you looking at?"

"News." He Yu said, "The follow-up of Chengkang Mental Hospital. Liang Jicheng's wife and son died last night, and the report said that he suspected suicide. Have you seen it?"

Xie Qing agreed.

He Yu smiled: "This kind of person also has a wife and son... There are also people who liked him."

Xie Qingcheng didn't hear the gloom in his words, and threw the gift box of special products brought by Xie Xue into He Yu's arms.

"Thank you Xue for giving it to you."

He Yu held the weight in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Thank you."

Xie Qingcheng accepted it with peace of mind, stood in the shed for a while, and asked, "Let's not talk about Liang Jicheng, let's talk about you. Why do you suddenly want to act?"

"I want to try more. Just in time for the opportunity, I also like this role."

Xie Qingcheng nodded, pulled a chair and sat down, casually lit a cigarette.

But before the fire was lit, He Yu said, "Can you stop smoking?"

"..."

Ever since he was a child, seeing his parents' guests puffing and puffing, He Yu had an indescribable resistance to smoking.

Xie Qingcheng then put the cigarette back into the box, but subconsciously bit his lip, which is a very addictive action.

He Yu looked at him: "You didn't smoke before."

"……Um."

"When did it start?"

Xie Qingcheng seemed to be silent, but also seemed to be thinking, finally raised his eyes, and said lightly: "Forgot."

The man paused, as if he didn't want to continue this topic, so he looked at the boy opposite him across the simple plastic table: "You really did a good job. I thought you got into the show."

He Yu touched the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, and then smiled lightly. He often smiles, no matter whether his mood is good or bad, cloudy or sunny, for him a smile is not an expression of emotion, but almost a kind of The mask he habitually wears when socializing is a hallucinogen sprayed at will, which is extremely deceptive and makes people unable to see his true heart.

"No, how can I be so stupid. Who would take it seriously when I acted out something made up by others."

"Then how did you act?"

"It's like lying. Haven't I been pretending all these years?" He Yu stared at Xie Qingcheng, his voice was so soft that only the other party could barely hear, "I'm sick. But I pretended to be a normal person."

"..."

After He Yu finished speaking, he leaned back and lazily played with the earphone on the table.

He spun the earphones on the table like a spinning top.

Xie Qingcheng said: "I thought something happened to you, and you ran out to act to vent your emotions."

He Yu raised his head and looked at Xie Qingcheng: "Is my acting that good?"

"Okay. How's the burn on the wrist?"

He Yu subconsciously touched his wrist, but soon let go.

He showed it to Xie Qingcheng frankly, casually, almost indifferently.

"It's okay, but it's necessary for filming, so I can't have so many scars. Some treatments have been done."

What makeup made for him was to paint some delicate tattoos on his hands, mostly in Sanskrit.The solemnity of Zen and the ruthlessness of the tattoo are confused and entangled, which is also in line with the character's restrained and cold temperament.

He Yu asked, "Does it look good?"

"It's ugly. It's even uglier with your school uniform."

"I didn't have any tattoos in high school, and I'll change them again when I change clothes, so I'll find a way to cover them up." He Yu said, "Are you going to keep them for the movie later? I guess the filming will be quite late."

"Don't look at it, I've watched you in school uniform for almost ten years, and my eyes are callused."

But even though he didn't watch it, Xie Qingcheng still asked: "What are you playing tonight?"

"A test scene." He Yu said, smiling mockingly, "It's really nothing to see. You can help me carry these things to the hotel, and I'll give you my room card.  … What is your date today?" Do you want to stay in the crew hotel? It’s fine if you don’t stay, I’ll take it home after the show.”

Xie Qingcheng glanced at the arrangement information that Xie Xue had sent him before.

"I live at 8062."

"That's right next door to me."

Xie Qing agreed, confirmed that He Yu was not ill, took the room card that He Yu handed him, got up and prepared to go back to rest, after all, he had to get up early tomorrow to catch the bus back to class.

Xie Qingcheng didn't notice anything unusual when he swiped his card to enter He Yu's room.

The room was in line with the temperament of a boy who was studying in college. There were a few unwashed clothes on the bed, a basketball in the corner, a few pairs of sneakers, and two books on the table.

Xie Qingcheng put the snack box next to He Yu's desk, then went back to his room next door and took a shower.When he was wearing the hotel's snow-white loose bathrobe and brushing his hair, he walked to the writing desk when his cell phone rang suddenly.

The call was from Chen Slow.

"Brother Xie. I came to your dormitory to look for you. Why aren't you here today?"

"I'm in Hangzhou."

Chen Slow was stunned for a moment: "Your body is just right, what are you going to do in Hangzhou?"

"To see a patient."

"... what kind of patient... haven't you been a doctor for a long time?"

Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette, and now he could finally smoke: "A kid, about your age....Smaller than you."

Chen Slow on the other end of the phone paused for a few seconds for some reason.

Then he asked abruptly: "A man and a woman? Brother, why did you run over on purpose?"

Xie Qingcheng took a puff of a cigarette and thought he was baffled, but he still said: "Man, his father has something to do with me, and I was watching him before his illness. Otherwise, I don't bother to care about it. Why are you asking so much?" .”

Chen Slow's tone became inexplicably lighter again, and he smiled: "I'll just ask casually."

"...Why did you go to my school to find me?"

"Oh, my mother made some bald butter. I want to send it to you. The noodles are very delicious."

"Leave Xie Xue there."

Chen Man was shocked: "No! She can eat so much, she won't leave anything for you, forget it, let's talk about it when you come back."

"...That's fine too."

"Brother, your voice sounds quite tired, you should take a good rest, then I won't bother you..."

Xie Qingcheng said lazily, "Yes."

He wasn't polite to Chen Man either, and hung up the phone.

Chen Man was not that clingy to him before. After his brother left, he was depressed for a long time. During that time, Xie Qingcheng often visited him. After Chen Man recovered, he thanked him from time to time. Qingcheng ran around the house, and at the end Xie Qingcheng thought he was annoying, so he calmed down a little.

But Chen Man was right, he was really tired after running around all day, so he put on his nightgown and closed his eyes on the bed to rest for a while.

When he closed his eyes, he overslept. When he woke up, he looked at the electronic clock on the desk, and it was ten past eleven in the evening.

He Yu should have been back for a while at this point, but he was too deep in sleep just now, and didn't notice any outside sounds.

There's no way, he's leaving tomorrow morning, and He Yu's play starts very early, and he doesn't know if he can touch it, so Xie Qingcheng thought about it, picked up the thin card on the table, and went to He Yu next door. at least return the card to him first.

I knocked on the door several times, but there was no movement.

Xie Qingcheng recalled that He Yu was repeatedly filming back and forth in the rainstorm in the evening, so he probably fell asleep from exhaustion.He lowered his hands, leaned over, and planned to push the room card through the crack of the door, and then send a message to He Yu, and he would see it when he woke up the next day.

But before pushing the room card in with his fingertips, Xie Qingcheng suddenly discovered——

The light in He Yu's room was on.

The light is not very bright, only a floor lamp is turned on, but the light inside can still be clearly confirmed through the gap under the door.

Xie Qingcheng shuddered for no reason, he got up and knocked on the door louder: "He Yu, are you in? I'll return your room card."

No answer.

Xie Qingcheng took out his mobile phone and broadcast He Yu's number. After a while, He Yu's mobile phone rang across the door.

Xie Qingcheng, who was very worried about He Yu's condition, finally knocked on the door twice, and then raised his voice towards the closed gray-brown door: "He Yu, if you don't make a sound, I will swipe my card to come in."

"..."

"Did you hear that?"

Still no response.

Xie Qingcheng pasted the half-used card on the sensor strip, and with a light tick, the door opened.

The heavy curtains were drawn in the room, and there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

His eyes swept around the bedroom, and then in the corner, he saw the boy curled up into a ball.

The worst guess became true at this time, Xie Qingcheng was angry and said: "...you!"

The boy moved like a little dragon in a cage, but didn't respond much.

Xie Qingcheng finally saw the truth behind his disguise—his intuition was not wrong. He Yu didn't save the scene for no reason and ran to the crew to kill time. He was really in a bad state and needed to vent his emotions.

In fact, He Yu fell ill after knowing that Xie Xue liked Wei Dongheng, but it was not the most serious situation, and he could restrain it.

After he realized that something was wrong with him, he immediately went to the hospital to prescribe medicine, and then went to the crew to dispatch him.But every day during the day, he could still pretend to be calm in front of people, but when he was alone at night, he couldn't restrain himself. In order not to make his condition worse, he took all the medicines he brought in a mess, and he still felt a little blocked, and drank wine.So when Xie Qingcheng entered the room, all he saw were wine bottles and medicine boxes scattered all over the floor.

He Yu was taking medicine indiscriminately.

Before Xie Qingcheng resigned, he told He Jiwei the importance of strictly controlling the drugs. If these drugs also failed, and He Yu's condition deteriorated, he could only be sent to the hospital for physical control.

He didn't even say "treatment".

Just like those people seen in Chengkang Mental Hospital - control, restraint belts, electric shocks, captivity - all of them can't heal. hurt others.

He Yu would be a complete lunatic.

The doctor couldn't even see the patient humiliating himself, so Xie Qingcheng walked towards He Yu, with some anger in his tone: "...He Yu."

"..."

"He Yu."

"..."

"He Yu!"

The boy finally moved, and those beautiful almond eyes rolled under the thick and slender eyelashes, and slowly moved to Xie Qingcheng who was still wearing a bathrobe in the halo of the floor light.

"It's you."

Before Xie Qingcheng could respond, he leaned his head on the bedside table and said softly, "Tsk, my God... what are you doing here?"

"..."

"I'm just too tired from work. I drank some wine. I'm fine. Let's go."

Alcohol allowed him to control the bloodthirsty violent factor, but made him dizzy. The always smart young man couldn't make up any decent lies at this moment. In fact, he was too tired, and he didn't want to make up any more.

"Let's go, don't meddle in your own business."

What responded to him was the pain in his wrist and the pulling power belonging to a man. Before he recovered, he was pulled up by the whole person and thrown on the sofa chair. In the blurred vision, He Yu only saw Xie Qingcheng. A familiar stern face—

A pair of peach eyes.

He Yu seemed to have been stabbed, and suddenly turned his face away, staring straight sideways at an irrelevant and innocent decorative painting in the corner.The hotel's clichéd Van Gogh starry sky, distorted night, and chaotic stars.

His nasal voice was heavy, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady, but it had already rang out: "Xie Qingcheng, I said I'm fine, what are you still doing here. You don't care if you're drunk?"

Xie Qingcheng said: "You think I'm willing to take care of you, look at what you're saying now."

"..."

He Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and raised his hand to cover his eyelids.

At this time, Xie Qingcheng saw his wrist clearly through the dim floor light——

The painted tattoo has been washed away, and the foundation used by the makeup artist to cover it is no longer there. What is exposed on the young man's wrist is a deep scar that has not been left for a long time.

Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly sank.

"You fucking cut your wrists again!"

"Is it up to you! It's not about cutting your wrist!"

Xie Qingcheng really wanted to leave him alone.

But thinking of the mental Ebola disease, and thinking of what He Jiwei said to him before, Xie Qingcheng still gritted his teeth and said: "Okay. I won't quarrel with you. Is it okay if I don't quarrel with you?"

As he spoke, he walked to He Yu's desk, and there was a box on it, which was a medicine box.

"Hurry up and eat these for me."

After returning from the desk, Xie Qingcheng brought a large cup of hot water and took two sedative tablets that he had re-selected.He handed it to He Yu who was still sitting on the ground with his arms around his knees.

He Yu turned his face away.

"Do you want to eat it yourself or shall I force-feed it for you?"

"..."

"Eat. After eating, I'll fucking leave you alone."

I really don't want to be embarrassed in front of him anymore, not to mention that He Yu drank too much wine, and his mind was somewhat dizzy.Finally, he raised his eyes sleepily, took the pill from Xie Qingcheng's hand, and took it down with a glass of water.

"After eating, can you go?"

Xie Qingcheng is not a gentleman whose words are hard to follow. He grabbed He Yu's wrist and said, "Sit down."

He Yu wanted to withdraw his hand with a cold face.

Xie Qingcheng: "Sit down for me."

"Didn't it mean that you would leave me alone after I finished taking the medicine?" He Yu leaned his head back against the wall, his Adam's apple twitched up and down.

Xie Qingcheng didn't reply to him.

He Yu closed his eyes: "...You let me just be quiet like this, okay?"

The young man's long eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Don't bother me."

He seemed to be really depressed, a dying fish would writhe and jump when he still had the desire to survive, but now he seemed to be resigned to his fate, waiting for the last breath of oxygen to leak from his chest.

Xie Qingcheng clutched his wrist, looked at him with peach blossom eyes, and said sternly, "What happened to you?"

"..."

Xie Qingcheng: "You are a mental patient, there is nothing to be ashamed of, the fault is that the illness is not you. It has been seven years, He Yu, I thought you would no longer shy away from treatment. You just despise yourself like this."

"..." He Yu's wrist was still being grabbed, and he just raised his head and frowned like this. He felt his heart beating more and more cramped under the catalysis of alcohol and drugs, so fast that it almost made him panic.

Xie Qingcheng clasped his hands, as if feeling his pulse.

Like countless times in the past, he must see through and pierce through his thoughts and lesions that he tried his best to hide.

He Yu vaguely realized that it was impossible to continue like this, he instinctively began to struggle, his wrist was about to be pulled out of He Yu's palm, the two pulled hard, and He Yu became more drunk, he finally leaned against the wall behind him, He raised his head, took a breath, and his chest heaved together.

"Xie Qingcheng, you won't let go, will you?"

The boy tilted his head, and when he turned around, his eyes were blood red, half because of drunkenness, half because of hatred, he sneered: "Yes, I am unhappy, I am unhappy, I can't control myself, everything is like what you said As you said, your predictions are all right, are you satisfied? I want to see the joke, have you watched it?"

Xie Qingcheng said with a sullen face: "You think your jokes are so good, I will watch you for your father, because I am afraid that something will happen to you."

"Are you afraid that something will happen to me?" He Yu was almost sarcastic, with red eyes, "Our doctor-patient relationship is over, why do you look for him? Did he pay you? You look for him! My father is in vain Whoring you, you do it too!"

After He Yu finished speaking, he pulled his hand hard, and this time he finally pulled his wrist out of the palm of Xie Qingcheng, who was in a daze.

Xie Qingcheng didn't know what the young people meant by whoring for nothing. He was provoked for a while and reprimanded him severely: "What are you talking about! What whoring? He's your father! He doesn't look like you!"

"You listen to my dad like this, and you do everything for his face. Then you go to him and ask him to pay you a salary. Anyway, I can't afford to hire you." He Yu was a little drunk, and his spirit was very depressed. With a sneer, he stared at Xie Qingcheng, "You really have to take care of it, and I can only prostitute you for free, which means not paying for it. Doctor Xie, are you willing?"

"..."

Xie Qingcheng looked into He Yu's eyes.

Wet, hollow, self-deprecating, mocking him...even if covered by such thick eyelashes, even if the surrounding light is dim, those eyes can still convey mixed emotions.He Yu raised his neck, tilted his cheeks, and there seemed to be tears at the end of his eyes, but there seemed to be nothing.

He just leaned like this, staring at him and asking him.

"Isn't that interesting, ah, Xie Qingcheng? Don't you want to?"

"What's the point of being nosy...?"

"Cutting my wrist won't kill me, can you let me vent with peace of mind? I've tried my best, I didn't kill anyone or set fire to my own fucking self-mutilation, can't I? I'm depressed, what's wrong with you? Is it right? They all fucking want to kill me! Is that enough!"

He Yu's mind was becoming more and more chaotic, and his consciousness was passing by at a speed visible to the naked eye. He usually didn't talk too much to Xie Qing, and he became irritable and talkative only when he was drunk.

Xie Qingcheng just looked down at him, listened to him for a while, and then——

He suddenly raised his hand, covering He Yu's eyes.

His eyes were blocked, He Yu was startled, and he grasped Xie Qingcheng's wrist - he did not use light force, but his voice was very soft, almost whispering.

"Xie Qingcheng." Blindfolded by him, the lips exposed under his palm opened and closed, "What do you want to do?"