Case File Compendium

It hurts too much.

The deception of the contract, Xie Xue's truth, Xie Qingcheng's deceit, fled without looking back...

In 19 years, as if in a dream, he thought that he had disguised himself well and deceived everyone, but in fact he was the worst lunatic who was deceived.

He Yu hugged his head and howled mournfully, like a bloody beast that had fallen into a trap, his voice was no longer that of a human being, his voice was hoarse and tearing, his eyes were half dazed and crazy, He just hugged himself and sat in the corner, curled up as if afraid of the cold.

what creed?

lie!

What warmth?

hallucinations!

He is a psychopath, a delusional patient, an ugly, ridiculous, absurd, funny, and a fool who exposes his scars to others!

At that moment, he looked very pitiful, like a dying baby in the mother's womb, he was isolated from the outside world, his umbilical cord was broken, he couldn't breathe, he sank in the boundless suffocation, he could only cry out in the water , cannot be heard by the people on the shore.

He can only hug himself tightly, all the warmth comes from himself...

It was all his comfort to himself.

He Yu clutched his hair and remained frozen for a long time, his eyes became more and more red, and his heart became darker and darker. Finally, he stopped howling sadly. He sat quietly with his body stretched out, his head raised, and looked at the ceiling.

Then he got up.

He looked at the cabinet, and his embarrassed figure was reflected in it.

Terribly strange.

"Bang"!

He suddenly released the darkness and violence suppressed in his bones, picked up the metal decoration next to him, and threw it on the cabinet like a madman! !

It was as if the shackles of the evil dragon had been released. The devil in his heart came out of the hole and vacated, roaring and raining down hatred—he was completely insane. He Yu roared and almost smashed everything in the house. Things, made his wound worse, bloody, but he didn't care at all.

He tore down the curtains, smashed the TV, and turned everything into ruins—

For his inner death, there should always be something to commemorate it.

I don't know how long this crazy venting lasted. No matter how soundproof the building is, the neighbors downstairs couldn't take it anymore. They ran up and knocked on the door. Behind the dismantled steel pipe, there was a mess all over the ground, and a pair of blood-red eyes stared at the other party.

"Is there a problem?"

The neighbor peed in fright, and his legs went limp, but He Yu grabbed his collar and lifted him up to stand upright.

The thick bloody smell rushed straight into the nostrils, and the neighbor's fine silk nightgown was stained with He Yu's blood.

He Yu asked again solemnly: "What's the matter?"

"No, no, no, no!" The neighbor didn't expect such a bloody and violent scene. The pale and handsome boy in the house looked evil like the crazy ghost on TV. How dare the neighbor say anything? , two cheeks trembling, two trembling, cupped hands, "brother, big brother! You can do whatever you want, as long as you are happy, as long as you are happy."

He Yu pushed him out and closed the door with a bang.

The neighbor almost crawled back into the elevator, and wailed tremblingly before reaching the door: "Wife—wife, help me..."

He Yu's venting was interrupted by this person's arrival.

Panting, he turned his head sideways, and at a glance, how could the whole house look like home?

It was clearly the scene of a war.

He Yuhong glanced around, and felt that there was really nothing to smash for him, so he threw the steel pipe with his hands, stepped across the ruins, and walked to the bathroom with a blue face.

He looked at his own face in the cracked mirror.

Because of the cracks, his reflection is torn apart, just like the thousands of faces he reveals in society.

He Yu was quiet for a while, letting his breathing calm down, his lips gradually changed from trembling to calm...

The grief is over, the madness is over, at this moment, all he has left is peace—a calm that is terrifying.

The violence is done, the whole lair is ruined, what's next?

He should go outside, he doesn't care what is normal or not at this moment, he just wants to show that abnormal look, spread his hideous wings, fly out of his dark hole, and rush at those so-called normal people Howl.

The young man in the mirror slowly raised his eyes, a bleeding hand suddenly touched his cheek, and slowly grabbed it.

At the corner of his mouth, there was a cold and thin smile that looked like a gentleman, but was actually no longer different from the past.

Xie Qing, who was far away in the dormitory of the Shanghai Medical Department, felt uneasy, and his eyelids twitched several times.

After he finished eating with Chen Man, Chen Man helped to clear the table and was ready to go back.

Before leaving, Chen Man said to him: "Brother, I'll come back tomorrow night. That..."

"Ok?"

"You don't go online recently, it's annoying." Chen Man said softly.

Xie Qingcheng knew that he was referring to the broadcasting tower projection on the Internet, but Chen Man was too worried. He was not a person who would pay too much attention to Internet information, not to mention the reality was so messy.

Xie Qing agreed, and after sending Chen Man off, he bought another pack of cigarettes downstairs, and while smoking, he called Xie Xue.

Xie Xue's condition was not much better, but with Aunt Li's company, it was more or less comfortable. The brother and sister were talking, when a call came in from the mobile phone, so he gave Xie Xue a few words and ended the call.

The call was from Zheng Jingfeng.

"Hello, Old Zheng."

"Xiao Xie, someone in our team just saw that kid who went to the archives with you."

Xie Qingcheng's heart tightened: "Is he discharged from the hospital?"

Zheng Jingfeng responded humbly, but his focus was obviously not on this, he said: "Yes, by the way, how old is your little friend? Eighteen? Nineteen? I forgot..."

Xie Qingcheng: "...Why are you asking this?"

"You think I'm willing to ask, didn't you ask me to tell you in case something happens?"

Xie Qingcheng's knuckles were slightly white: "What happened to him?"

"It's not a big deal. Alas, I found that there is a gap between their bourgeoisie and our proletariat. Damn, I'm 89 years old. I'm still training in the army from dawn to dusk. Your little friend is probably discharged from the hospital, but the mood It's still not good, I just drove a luxury car and went to the empty night club... Oh, you see, there is news in our work group, I heard that he is going to turn his sports car into a rocket, and finally stopped him in front of the club He is, and he is cooperative, but his attitude is so fucking bad, he got out of the car and slammed the door and asked people to tow the car and get out, so that he would not have to find a substitute driver when he got out."

Xie Qingcheng: "..."

"There is also an empty night club, do you know where it is? It's really not a good place, you can say it's illegal, it also conducts business in a well-regulated manner, and there is no business beyond the line, but these things in the night club are smoky, everyone It's all tacit..."

Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath, and He Yu's gentle and sensible face appeared in front of his eyes again. No matter whether it was fake or not, it turned into a blood-stained face in front of the radio and television tower, looking back coldly.

"I see." Xie Qingcheng raised his hand to his forehead, leaned against the window and said to the phone, "Thank you, Old Zheng."

"Then, listen to me more in the future, and don't get caught up in your parents' affairs. Your heart should also breathe. I can't stand seeing you like this. "

"……it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Xie Qingcheng put on his coat and went to the empty night club.

He thought of He Yu standing in front of the sofa in the villa when he was young, not giving up his self-esteem, but not parting, looking at him so sadly, stubbornly, but pretending to be okay.

"Xie Qingcheng, I have a lot of pocket money, I can..."

I can hire you.

I don't want to be sunk into the vortex, please save me...can you save me...

He has never seen the words He Yu couldn't say, the calls for help he couldn't utter.He Yu's dignity allowed him to preserve his last dignity in front of Xie Qingcheng, but he also lost his last chance to ask for help.

That year, he left him.

However, when we met again, He Yu didn't resent him too much.

Even when he needed help the most, it was this child who accompanied him into the dragon's pond and tiger's lair, and almost lost his life in the end.

When He Yu extended his hand to himself, he once said that someone had done the same to him.

But Xie Qingcheng did that because of his status, because of his job, and because of his job.

What is this child for?

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

Zheng Jingfeng's words seemed to be in his ears.Said that He Yu went to empty night shopping, said that He Yu had a bad attitude...

He knew that He Ji had never been like this before.

In order to gain approval, for the eyes of others, to reintegrate into this society, and to fight tenaciously against the disease, He Yu never succumbed to his own desires, never succumbed to Mephisto's poisonous wine, he refused to degenerate, Unwilling to admit defeat, he lives ten times harder than ordinary people and strives to be perfect in everything.He was too afraid of disappointing people.

A patient wants to rely on his own efforts, don't let others give up on him, don't equate him with the number one, number two, number three who died in front of him.

He has been calling for help as hard as he can.

That's why he is so afraid of making mistakes, afraid of not being good enough, and afraid of disappointment in the eyes of others.

But he was thrown out in the end.

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"...Xie Qingcheng, you are not sick, but you are more heartless than me..."

He heard the restrained sarcasm, but the sarcasm of sighing and begging, but he couldn't hear the pleading and weeping blood hidden in the young man.

Xie Qingcheng knew.

There are some things that he really failed.

That child used to trust him so much, even though he didn't treat him very well and just dealt with business, but to He Yu, that was already rare sincerity and equality.

So there was nothing wrong with He Yu's scolding, it was because he was too cruel, he never did the right thing, never did a good job.

Inside the empty night club.

"Oh, Mr. He, rare guest, rare guest..."

The manager of the clubhouse is a very clever old man, with a well-greasy suit and a face as slippery as a mouse jumping out of oily water.

Just now when He Yu was talking to the traffic policeman, he was listening beside him. Although He Yu didn't come to Kongye very often, he was a member of the circle after all. When he was helping the family deal with the relationship, he also came here with clients relaxed.

Usually, He Yu himself would just sit down and chat with others in a gentle manner for a while. When the atmosphere became hot, he would go downstairs to sign the bill and pay the bill, and asked the manager to charge the consumption to his card, and then he left.

Today is different.

The manager's gaze was like a torch, and he realized that Young Master He didn't bring anyone with him today, except himself.What's more, what happened in Shanghai University spread throughout Shanghai. As one of the protagonists of the incident, what kind of psychological stress and abnormal behavior did He Yu have? From the manager's point of view, it couldn't be more normal.

It is estimated that after the young man was shot, he thought that his life could not be so boring, so he finally figured it out. Like his group of young men of the same generation, he planned to come here to find the true meaning of life.

In the eyes of the manager, He Yu is a black card for walking, and the manager greets him with a smile on his saddle.It is estimated that Young Master He said he wanted his mother to come out to chat with him, so he would call his mother a long-distance hotline without hesitation and buy an early flight ticket.

"Young Master He, which floor do you want to go to tonight? I'll arrange the best service for you right away..."

Before He Yu went out, he simply treated the gunshot wound on his arm.Now he still wears a simple plain black long-sleeved turtleneck autumn shirt, jeans, and even a student-like baseball cap, but through the shadow of the brim of the hat, he can see his almond eyes casting a haze that is rare in adult society.

He raised his head, and the light of the empty night, full of luxury and gold, flowed through his dark eyes.

He said, "Attic."

"..."

The top floor is full of large private rooms, with excellent privacy. The staff in the private rooms are also taught by their bosses, and they are all very smart. It is a very suitable place to talk about any business or do anything.

Of course, consumption is also sky-high.

The manager thought to himself, this is true for the young master of the He family. If you are going to get rid of it, you still have to take care of yourself. Fortunately, you met him today. His subordinates are probably able to stop the young master.

Thinking of this, the manager secretly rejoiced that he had avoided a bloody storm, otherwise, judging from the abnormal appearance of Young Master He today, it is not certain whether he will be messed up if he is provoked.

"You lead the way." He Yu put his hands in his jeans and said calmly.

The manager hurriedly bowed and greeted him with a smile: "Yes, yes, come, Mr. He, please."