Case File Compendium

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were the last to leave the auditorium.

When they went outside, they saw students walking towards the dormitory in groups under the leadership of the teachers and the police. The school's radio was broadcasting a notice: "Please calm down, students, don't leave alone. Students, get in touch with your teachers, roommates, and classmates immediately, and please return to the dormitory in an orderly manner..."

But the sound of the radio still couldn't suppress the noise of the students.

In the open air, everyone's eyes were fixed on their mobile phones, or on the school's landmark building, the Shanghai Radio and Television Tower.

It is a high-rise building specially built by the school for radio and television art students. It is completely imitated by an official TV station, and the tower can achieve full coverage of lights.

However, at this moment, the console system has been hacked, and the entire TV tower is locked into a dazzling red color, like a bloody sword stabbing at the ground, and several black bodies are thrown on it. It is estimated that the characters can be read clearly thousands of meters away.

W，

Z，

L，

Throw the handkerchief and the game of death begins.

In addition to the radio and television tower, all the smartphone signals in the Huda area were also locked by the other party's software. Everyone's mobile phone can still be used, but there is a small screen frame that cannot be turned off.

Thousands of small windows instantly turned Huda in the night into a fluorescent galaxy, but unfortunately every star in the galaxy broadcasts terrifying and weird pictures.

Xie Qingcheng looked down at his mobile phone again, and found that the text in the video was the same as that on the broadcasting tower.

All written: W, Z, L, throw the handkerchief death game, start.

But in the video, under each letter, there is a circle of very weird electronic dolls. The dolls are sitting in a circle, and one of them is smiling and swinging, standing outside the circle, holding a piece of scarlet Handkerchiefs, just like the handkerchief throwing game I played when I was a child.

Behind the letter W, the female doll has already thrown the handkerchief behind one of the electronic little boys. The little boy is running, and the female doll is chasing after him with a smile.

suddenly!

The female doll behind the letter W caught up with the male doll. The girl giggled, grabbed the head of the electronic male doll caught by her, and twisted it off!

A few seconds later, all the mobile phones in the whole school sang tenderly and flatly again: "Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the kid, don't tell him... ..."

Numerous mobile phone loudspeakers turned this gentle nursery rhyme into a chilling chorus, resounding throughout the campus.

Seeing this scene, the students became more and more terrified and huddled together, some even refused to go back to the dormitory, thinking that it would be safer for everyone to stay in the open air together, and the timid ones even started to sob.The ringing of the phone kept ringing all around, and the ringing and singing could overlap, all of which were calls from the parents of the students.This incident was too big, and now it is the age of electronic communication, the incident that happened in Shanghai Chuan soon attracted extremely strong attention through various social platforms.

"Hey, Mom! I'm fine...but I'm so scared..."

"Woooooooo dad! I'm with my classmates! Hmm! I don't run around, ohoo..."

In the chaos, Xie Qingcheng also immediately called Xie Xue. After learning that she was making wontons with Aunt Li at home, he breathed a sigh of relief and briefly explained the situation to her, telling her to stay safe at home and not Go out and report to him once an hour that he is safe.Then, without talking nonsense with her, I hung up the phone.

After he ended the call, he found that He Yu was looking at him quietly. The two eyes met, and He Yu looked away again.

"..."

Only then did Xie Qingcheng realize that no one cared about He Yu.

Almost everyone has received news from relatives or friends, but He Yu's cell phone is always quiet, like a pool of stagnant water.And the boy's expression was as calm as stagnant water.

Xie Qingcheng was about to say something, at this moment, the singing of throwing the handkerchief ended, and a huge photo suddenly appeared on everyone's mobile phones.The instant the photo emerged, the pair heard a soft "fuck" from the policeman next to them.

The captain's extremely angry voice came from the police's paging machine immediately: "This is the fucking photo taken by the police at the scene just now! How did it get into their hands!!"

Everyone's attention is drawn.

It was a photo without any mosaic processing.

The content of the photo is strange and shocking. It is a male corpse strangled to death on a big messy bed with his tongue sticking out. He is completely naked except for a pair of red high-heeled shoes on his feet.

This big bed room is really familiar to all the students. Isn’t this the hotel operated by Shanghai Chuan?

Every school season, many parents of students who come to send their children to report will choose to stay in this hotel.The environment of the hotel is good, and you can get a discount if you hold a Shanghai Chuan student card. After welcoming the wave of parents who started school, the follow-up is a steady flow of business patronage from student couples.

Now the exclamation of "I'm going" in the crowd came one after another, most of them were boys, because girls were relatively less courageous, and many of them covered their faces and turned their heads away in tears when they saw the death scene.Boys are relatively more receptive to this type of visual stimulation, and many boys can clearly see that this is where they and their girlfriends often go to have sex.Damn it, Ruanrou Township has become a killing field now!How can I dare to open a room here in the future, and I will be impotent when I see a big bed of the same style.

Mr. He has never patronized this kind of civilian hotel, and besides, he doesn't have a girlfriend to take to open a room, so he frowned, and for a moment he didn't understand why the boys around him said "I'm going" with fear, but also why Some shit.

But he interpreted something else from the picture. He turned his head, ignoring the mutual attack with Xie Qingcheng, and looked directly at Xie Qingcheng's face.

Then he caught the same suspicion as himself from Xie Qingcheng's eyes——

Chengkang Mental Hospital.

This method of killing has a subtle echo with Chengkang Mental Hospital.

The first is clothing. The deceased were all men, but they were dressed in feminine clothes and accessories when they died.Liang Jicheng was in women's attire, and this corpse was in red high-heeled shoes.

The second is music.Neither He Yu nor Xie Qingcheng could ever forget the song Jiang Lanpei hummed softly when dismembering the body in the office. At that time, they thought Xie Xue had been killed, and the sound of the mad woman Sen was heard from across the door. You hummed: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the kid, don't tell him..."

The third is the three letters WZL, which confirms the mysterious message they both saw in the Neverland cave.

Gradually, more and more students became aware of Jiang Lanpei's similar killing methods, and whispers of fear filled the crowd.

"...Jiang Lanpei..."

"Yes, it's the song of throwing the handkerchief. She sang it when she killed someone. I saw it in the newspaper..."

"Do those red high-heeled shoes look like the shoes she wore in the photo of Jiang Lanpei in the newspaper?"

"Oh my God, I heard that 'shoes' represent evil spirits, and it also means 'send you away'..."

One of the students might have been frightened and out of control, screaming and shouting: "It's really Jiang Lanpei! Jiang Lanpei's ghost is killing me!!!"

As soon as this voice shouted, it was like a pot exploded around.

He Yu told Xie Qingcheng before that after Jiang Lanpei's tragic death, because of what happened to her and the way she died, there was a rumor among the students at some point that "just write the scumbag's name and method of death, and sign the name." Jiang Lanpei, the ghost that the woman turned into will come to claim her life."

Now this photo undoubtedly echoes this kind of strange campus talk, coupled with the enlarged projections of countless mobile phones, the students' emotions will inevitably be greatly stimulated.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the police and teachers who were in charge of evacuating the students raised their loudspeakers, put all their effort into feeding them, and shouted over there:

"Quiet!!! Students! Don't hug here, follow the teacher back to the dormitory! We will protect your safety!"

The students were driven forward again like ducks, but their eyes were still fixed on the photo of the murder.

The result of overprotection on weekdays is that the students have a very low tolerance threshold for such scenes. When they really see such bloody and terrifying scenes, they are even more unable to look away. They are afraid and frightened. , the more you look at it, the more confusing it becomes.

The security evacuation work was already difficult, but at this time, the screen of everyone's mobile phone video changed again.

The picture of the dead person disappeared, and the screen content returned to the "WZL handkerchief throwing death game".

But compared with just now, the picture has changed slightly.

Behind the W, the deceased's name "Wang Jiankang" was accurately printed, and the little electronic man throwing a handkerchief next to his name has been blacked out, and all the little figures smiling and playing games froze there, and the picture was frozen on the little boy's head. Screw it down on that scene.

And under W Wang Jiankang, the letter Z, the electronic children behind it were originally stationary, but now they started to spin rapidly.The electronic little girl with a red handkerchief ran around in circles with a smile on her face, hovering behind the "kids", ready to drop the handkerchief at any time...

The second round of the killing game has already begun.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other, and they both remembered the sentence in Neverland's guest book "WZL will be killed soon."

At that time, they all thought that WZL was the initials of one person, but they never suspected that it was actually the beginning of the names of three people...

W, Wang Jiankang is dead.

Z, who will it be?

Suddenly, He Yu's cell phone rang.

He Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the name of the caller, he paused for a second before answering the phone uncomfortably: "...Dad."

Just as He Jiwei was coming out of the airport, he saw the news of the Shanghai video homicide sent by his secretary: "What's wrong with your school? How does the security work work? How could such a thing happen?"

He Yu didn't answer.

He Jiwei: "Where are you now?"

"The gate of the school auditorium."

"I asked Director Li to send someone to pick you up."

"No need." He Yu glanced around, people were almost packed into cans of sardines, not to mention Xie Qingcheng was still standing next to him, if he was picked up by a police car at this time, Xie Qingcheng probably said something Not to mention, the look in his eyes will be another octave lower when looking at him in the future. "No, the police car can't come in. I'll go back to the dormitory in a while."

"Then what if something happens—" But He Jiwei also heard the chaotic movement from He Yu's side at this moment, he stopped and sighed, "Are there any acquaintances around you now?"

He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng.

I don't know if this man is his acquaintance.

It's still just like what they both believed before, their previous doctor-patient relationship was just a clean end.

"Hello? He Yu, are you listening?"

Just as He Yu was about to speak, he heard a boy's voice on the phone: "Dad! Go slowly, I have something off the plane, and I need to tell the crew."

"..." He Yu's eyes lightened a lot when he heard the movement over there, "It's okay Dad, I have someone I know here."

As he spoke, he glanced at Xie Qingcheng.

"I'm with Dr. Xie."

"Xie Qingcheng?"

"Um……"

"What is he doing with you? Is he treating you?"

He Yu actually couldn't tell.

Xie Qingcheng has been finding fault with him since that time in the hotel, and it seems that he hasn't been very serious about counseling him psychologically.

But somehow he seemed to be much better.His attention was not completely focused on Xie Xue's matter.

He hadn't noticed it before, he didn't have much trust in Xie Qingcheng now, he always felt that Xie Qingcheng was just taking advantage of the fire to make trouble for himself.But at this moment he suddenly realized that this might be a treatment method Xie Qing presented to him.

In addition to physiology, mental Ebola also has important psychological factors. Xie Qingcheng does not treat purely with drugs. He pays more attention to the guidance and establishment of the spiritual world of patients.Sometimes it is appropriate to say that he is a bit idealistic.

This is why Xie Qingcheng is not suitable for short-term consultations, but is suitable for long-term escorts. He is a therapist who usually does not repeatedly emphasize: "You are sick, let's talk, and you have something to say to me."

He often intervenes psychologically with patients in a way that is closest to life and least likely to be discovered in normal times.He always wanted the patient to feel like a normal person.

In terms of psychotherapy, sometimes it is not possible to see how professional and extravagant the doctor said during the process.

In fact, what people want to see in the end is how comfort the patient gets and what kind of mental state changes they have.

He Yu found that he had been arguing with Xie Qingcheng during this period of time, racking his brains to deal with the obstacles he caused him, and he had actually recovered a lot from the initial shock of breaking up.

He was in a daze for a while because of this discovery, and looked up at Xie Qingcheng: "..."

He Jiwei: "Why don't you talk anymore? What's the matter?"

"It's okay." He Yu coughed lightly, turned his eyes away from Xie Qingcheng, "Yes, he is treating me."

"This Xie Qingcheng... He refused to keep him before, but he didn't want him when he was asked, and he chose to do volunteer work."

He Yu can't always say that he got sick and gnawed someone in the hotel before, which stimulated Dr. Xie, and Dr. Xie took care of it because he couldn't see it.I had to say embarrassingly: "He... he just looks at it occasionally. It's not fixed."

He Jiwei paused for a moment: "That's fine. Then you follow him, don't go back to your dormitory. There's nothing safe about the little kids getting together. You follow you to thank the doctor, and go back to his dormitory with him."

He Yu: "...Dad, this is not appropriate."

"What's inappropriate? He took you from childhood to adulthood, and he is willing to help with this matter."

"He's not my doctor now."

"One yard counts for one yard. There is no human relationship outside of the employment relationship? Otherwise, why would he occasionally see a doctor for you? Besides, he didn't have any troubles in our house. Why is he so cold and clear? Don't you Feel free to give him the phone and I'll talk to him."

He Yu's younger brother's voice came from the phone again: "Dad, why are you walking so fast? Who is it? He Yu?"

"...I see." He Yu didn't want to listen to this voice any more, "I'll hang up now."

After closing the line, He Yu set his eyes on Xie Qingcheng, coughed lightly: "That—"

Xie Qingcheng: "Your father asked you to go back with me."

"...you heard it."

Xie Qingcheng hummed, and He Yu and He Yu walked along the crowd.Shanghai Chuan is now closed, and Xie Qingcheng can't go back to Shanghai Medical Department, but he can go to Xie Xue's dormitory. He told Xie Xue just now and knows the password of the electronic lock.

The two managed to follow the crowd back to the dormitory, and Xie Qingcheng opened the door.

"come in."

The light in the living room was turned on, and the homely atmosphere in the room dispelled the shocking oppressive feeling outside just now.Although the terror continues, in this environment, it is more like watching the fire from the other side, and it is not so suffocating like watching a movie of cops fighting murderers.

What's more, this is Xie Xue's house, and when they entered the door, they were greeted with a coffee table of junk snacks and bear dolls.

And there are still two bowls of raccoon cup noodles left.

He Yu: "..."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

It's hard to be scary.

Xie Qingcheng closed the door, loosened a collar button, and began to clean up the trash for Xie Xue with a sullen face.

He Yu looked at the living room with nowhere to stay. Although he had been to Xie Xue's residence before, Xie Xue would tidy up before inviting him in.

Unexpectedly, the room that has never been taken care of is actually like this, comparable to the scene of the recycling bin.

For a moment, he felt that this was more shocking than the photos of Wang Jiankang's murder scene. It was difficult to connect such a dirty and messy house with Xie Xue's usual clean and refreshing appearance.

He leaned against the door with his hands behind his back for a long while, and then asked cautiously: "...Is it like this usually?"

"It's always been like this." Xie Qingcheng was used to being a father for a long time. He picked up a bear that Xie Xue threw on the ground with a blank face, patted it clean, and put it back on the cabinet.

He Yu: "..."

"Go and boil some hot water and make two cups of tea."

"……it is good."

When He Yu was making tea, he found that Xie Xue had also left two sets of tea sets in the pool, and there were some tea leaves in the filter bag, which were black tea that Xie Xue didn't like to drink very much.

Something flashed through his mind, but before he thought about it, he heard Xie Qingcheng say to him in the living room: "Take the Tibetan tea on the third floor of the tea cabinet, I'll drink the Tibetan tea."

He Yu agreed, and concentrated his attention on finding the Tibetan tea requested by "Boss Xie" in Xie Xue's messy pile of snacks and drinks, and stopped thinking about the black tea bag and the two sets of tea sets.

The house was quickly cleaned up. Xie Qingcheng looked particularly fierce, elite, and lofty, but in fact that was just him on one level.

A man who can start raising his sister who is eight years younger than him when he was still a teenager will never be a fuel-efficient lamp.

When He Yu made tea and came out with a tray, Xie Qingcheng was bending over to tidy up the last stack of books thrown on the carpet.

The way he leans over is very nice, because his legs are straight and long, and his waist is thin. When he lowers down, his clothes are stretched, and the thin waist under the shirt can be seen clearly.

Seeing that He Yu was coming, he straightened up and put the books back on the bookshelf, then looked sideways at him, raised his jaw slightly, and signaled Secretary Xiao He to put his tea on the already clean coffee table.

Secretary He: "I made Xuedi Lengxiang. I took it right."

"Ah."

Mr. Xie finished collecting his things and went to wash his hands, then sat down on the sofa and loosened his collar.

Even though they were separated by the wall, they could still hear the noise of people outside, the sound of police sirens, and even, as long as Xie Qingcheng turned his face slightly, they could see the tower like the blood-red sword of judgment through the living room window.

And on the phone, the little girl behind Z threw the handkerchief and was still spinning.

Xie Qingcheng: "Hacker?"

He Yu: "It must be. The locked range is mobile electronic devices and radio and television towers in this area."

As he said, he probably felt that it was annoying for Xie Qingcheng and his mobile phone to play this video at the same time, and probably because of the hacker's competitive habit, he turned on the mobile phone and began to enter a code command.

"...It's interesting. They are using the latest equipment from the United States. I have been in contact with it once." Not long after, He Yu said softly, "This equipment has a wide range of radiation, but it has bugs. It is not difficult to get rid of the control."

He stared intently at the deciphered code on the screen, and was breaking through the code to the opponent's defense system.

After a few minutes.

As expected, He Yu's phone was quiet.

His phone was out of the opponent's technological radiation, and he casually tossed it aside.

"It's that simple?"

"My technology shouldn't be considered the bottom." He Yu, who ranks among the top five hackers on the dark web, said modestly, "He shouldn't have committed the crime against me."

"Can you stop the radiation in the entire area?"

He Yu smiled: "No, without genuine equipment, it can't be done to that extent. And this is a matter for the police. If I get myself involved, I will easily become the target of investigation. I won't protect your phone either. Stay tuned for the video."

What he said made sense, and Xie Qing agreed.

He Yu sat down opposite Xie Qingcheng and asked, "By the way, do you recognize that Wang Jiankang?"

Xie Qingcheng is a professor of Shanghai Medical Sciences, and Wang Jiankang is probably a staff member of Shanghai University.He Yu was just asking casually. Unexpectedly, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes after taking a sip of snowy cold fragrant Tibetan tea, leaned back on the sofa, and spit out two words: "I know."