Case File Compendium

Xie Qingcheng stared at He Yu: "...do you know the first emperor?"

"My father told me, but—" He Yu stared closely at Xie Qingcheng's pale face.

At that time, He Jiwei's words echoed in his mind:

"No normal person can withstand all the treatment of RN13 without dying, that would be too tortured."

"The First Emperor is just a computer simulation."

"A data that simulates the treatment effects of various diseases as all subjects of RN13."

Xie Qingcheng seemed to understand what he was going to say, and said calmly: "Everyone thinks that the First Emperor is a fake, a virtual human, and all its test data are calculated data, but in fact it is not. There is no one This kind of data calculation can be so accurate-the person who has withstood the whole process of RN13 healing is me. Apart from you and me, only one other person knows this secret-and he has passed away. Back then, he used this technology to revive me."

The words are shocking.

"Yes. I am Chu. That is what you say..."

"The first emperor."

-

Time went back to 19 years ago again.

No, it should have been 18 years ago.

New Year's Eve has passed, and when the first apricot blossoms quietly bloomed in spring, Xie Qing recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

During the three-month treatment, soaking in the solution chamber, coordinating with the oxygen chamber, and taking RN-13 continuously, Xie Qingcheng withstood the inhuman treatment torture in the training cabin, withstood the whole process of RN13 therapy, as a secret The subject of the experiment became another life saved by RN-13.

But as the saying goes, the gift given by fate has already marked the price secretly.

Although Xie Qingcheng recovered amazingly, because of his youth and good physical fitness, his cell regeneration was more successful than any previous case.But there are still some subtleties that are silently changing.

It seems that the regeneration of the skin has overdrawn his vitality. After recovering from the injury this time, he has a scarred physique. If someone pinches him a little harder, he will easily leave red marks on his body.

He became allergic to more things, not only mangoes, but also many other things. For example, he can drink alcohol and is not easy to get drunk, but his body is intolerant to alcohol. Once he drinks it, his whole body becomes hot and his energy drains quickly.

And his strength—

Xie Qingcheng's explosive power and endurance are very strong. He is a Sanda champion and a master of fighting.

However, RN-13 recovered his normal mobility, but he couldn't allow him to continue such high-intensity training.

His skill is still very good, but he can't improve it any more.

"A person's metabolic rate is limited in a lifetime. You can understand that you have overdrawn your vitality for the next 30 to [-] years in exchange for your current health." Qin Ciyan said to him in this way, "You will not be able to be in the future." The police, you must take good care of your body, otherwise your decline will come faster than anyone else. Although it is cruel to say this, it is related to the rest of your life, and I must tell you truthfully—”

"Xie Qingcheng, your life expectancy may only be more than 40 years old. If your body is not valued by yourself, you may die of systemic organ failure before the age of 40."

Xie Qingcheng sat on the packed snow-white hospital bed, quietly listening to Qin Ciyan talking to him about these words that no one else in the world knew.

The spring sunshine shines through the crystal clear glass windows in the clean and tidy ward, and also shines on Xie Qing's glass-like face——

RN-13 is indeed a drug that surpasses normal social cognition, and there is no trace of devastating injuries on his body.

The only scar is a small red mole on the back of his neck.

It was the bruise after he was soaked in the drug liquid tank for three consecutive months and injected the wall-breaking drug from the spinal cord.

All pain is like a nightmare that leaves no trace, only this bit of cinnabar——

It will never disappear again.

Xie Qingcheng returned home.

In Moyu Lane in early spring, there are tiny golden flowers blooming, and countless broken flowers rush together to form a golden waterfall that splashes down the wall.

Aunt Li and Xie Xue were waiting for him by the flower wall.

Seeing him come back, the woman covered her face and wept, the girl grinned, and when she smiled, she was missing a milk tooth.

"elder brother."

"Brother hug!"

None of them knew exactly what happened in Yanzhou. At the earliest time, it was because Xie Qingcheng didn't have a specific identification on him, and he was still in a coma, so he couldn't ask too much.Later, the doctors and nurses knew that his parents had passed away, and there were no close relatives at home, so they didn't know who to contact.

Later, Xie Qing submitted to a private hospital and decided to become a drug tester for rn-13.

This is something that must never be told to the outside world, and Qin Ciyan himself took a great risk - Xie Qingcheng understands that this will become a secret that he will always guard.

In those months, all they told everyone was that the patient had undergone a period of closed treatment.Don't worry.

Xie Qingcheng took the young Xie Xue from Aunt Li's arms. No one knew that he had spent more than 30 years of his life in exchange for this tender reunion in spring.

"Xiao Xie, does it hurt? Is there a scar?"

"It doesn't hurt." He said, "The scar...is out of sight, it's not in the way, Aunt Li."

"Brother, kiss." After all, Xie Xue is still too young. No matter how many times she cried when she parted, when she returned to the familiar embrace again, she was still overjoyed and laughed like a flower. Warm hands wrapped around Xie Qingcheng's neck, "I want to kiss."

Xie Qingcheng turned his face to the side.

The little sister had kissed his slightly pale and transparent skin, and was kissing those horrible wounds that had been bloody and bloody a few months ago.

In the breeze, the little girl's soft eyelashes drooped.

As if she could sense something, she carefully touched Xie Qingcheng's face.

"Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore."

From that day on, Xie Qingcheng gave up the pursuit of the truth about the death of his parents.

Truth is important and never meaningless.

But more important than truth is life.

He paid for his health, dreams, and lifespan... After wading through blood and tears, he returned to the world with Xie Xue's laughter like broken silver.

He knew he would always be ashamed of the dead.He can't return a fact to the dead, and can't give the dead another explanation.

But he could no longer disappoint the living.

40 years old, more than 30 years left... He wants to live a good life. For this reason, he writes with a lamp in the long night, and lists the most careful plans.He calculated his age and Xie Xue's age, and he thought that if he could live to be 40 years old in peace, then he would have no regrets.

On the open notebook, the last line reads:

I am 40 years old - Xie Xue is 32 years old

She should have a family.

I will have no worries.

Xie Qingcheng turned her head, her younger sister was curled up on her little bed, sleeping soundly with her teddy bear in her arms, and the thin quilt was kicked off by her.He closed the book, walked to the bed, and covered her with the quilt again...

He thought that life could go on peacefully like this.

However, in fact, the price rn-13 gave him for his new life was far from being paid.

Soon, Xie Qingcheng discovered that his body was withering faster than he imagined. Although he was still quick-witted, things in flesh and blood were not like that at all.After returning home, within two months, he had several high fevers, and when the fever surged up, he realized that he actually had a brutal and bloodthirsty desire.

Want to destroy things, want to destroy yourself.

What's even more frightening is that he found that his perception ability is also rapidly declining-pain, stimulation... These things that used to be very clear to him have become more and more difficult to experience.

Once he accidentally cut his hand, the incision was deep, and the flesh was turned out, but he didn't feel much pain.

His temper also began to become violent uncontrollably.

He often loses his temper because of some inexplicable little things, and once or twice he can even get angry at Xie Xue.In fact, Xie Xue was just clamoring for small wontons in chicken soup.

The little girl was scolded and choked on the spot in fright. After a while, big tears fell down.

"Wow...why is my brother so fierce...you are not my brother, you are not my brother!"

Xie Qingcheng recalled afterwards that what Xie Xue meant at the time was probably to say that her brother would not treat her like this, and that his brother has always been very patient in taking care of her.

But he didn't know what happened at that time, and an evil fire rose from his chest.

He was feeling uneasy about his strange changes at that time, and when he looked in the mirror, he would feel that the person inside was strange and scary, so Xie Xue's words were particularly harsh, he was not only pierced by eardrums, Even the heart trembled.

He looked back suddenly, his face was a little distorted.

"Yes. I'm not your brother! Your brother is dead! He should have died long ago!"

"What am I living for? Why am I living so painfully? Is it for myself? Is it for you to accuse me like this?!"

A face like madness.

Xie Xue was so frightened that she couldn't say anything.

Xie Qingcheng saw his own reflection in her blankly opened eyes...

Like a dead ghost.

Although every time he regained consciousness, he would feel extremely regretful, wondering if he was crazy at the time, and why he did such a thing.

However, the number of attacks became more and more frequent, and each attack was more emotional and out of control than the previous one.

He realized something was wrong.

This drug may have unexpected side effects--

So, after another mental breakdown, Xie Qingcheng curled up helplessly for a long time, trembling in the aftertaste of pain, and finally dialed the contact number Qin Ciyan left for him...

Qin Ciyan was also the first to hear that RN-13 would cause these psychological symptoms.

He immediately flew back to Shanghai and took Xie Qingcheng for a series of physical examinations. All indicators were almost normal, but Xie Qingcheng was ill.

At that time, the mental illness caused by rn-13 had not yet been named, and there was no very specific case report. Qin Ciyan thought that Xie Qingcheng was simply under too much mental stress, and introduced him to a doctor in a mental hospital in Shanghai for treatment. psychological intervention.

The doctor was not irresponsible, he gave Xie Qingcheng a very systematic treatment process.

During that period of time, Xie Qingcheng took a lot of psychotherapy drugs, some of which would even make his thinking sluggish and muddleheaded, but they couldn't fundamentally relieve his inner pain.

As soon as the drug was stopped, he became depressed and manic again.

Day after day, Xie Qingcheng couldn't take it anymore. He had always been very strong. He had never been crushed by physical pain, but he was finally destroyed by mental torture.

After falling ill again and making Xie Xue cry in fright, after learning from the police station that the matter had made no progress again, in a stormy night filled with a gloomy and gloomy atmosphere.

Xie Qingcheng finally broke down.

Mental illness is a ubiquitous demon, enough to make the once gritty young people become rotten from the heart.

Xie Qingcheng's consciousness didn't seem to be his own anymore, he took a knife... and stuck it on his wrist.

-

"I want to live."

"I want to watch her grow up."

"Doctor Qin, can you help me..."

Such a strong voice seemed to echo from a previous life.

The blade was wiped down severely.

It was applied very deeply, and the blood gushed out immediately...

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

It turns out that for a person who is tortured in his heart, death is actually such an easy thing.

The blood from the wound dripped down...

At the entrance of the rainy alley in the middle of the night, under the wide eaves that shelter the rain, Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, letting life flow from the wound bit by bit.

It seemed that he really wasn't Xie Qingcheng anymore.

He was nothing but a shell, a decaying corpse...

"Xiao Xie! Xiao Xie!"

In a blur, it seemed that a man got off the taxi.

The man was tall and stalwart, holding a big black umbrella, very much like his father...

Qin Ciyan didn't expect that when he returned to Huzhou at night, he wanted to take a walk to Xie Qingcheng's house on the way back from the airport, but he saw such a miserable scene.

He rushed out of the car and extended his hand to the teenager who was curled up on the steps——

"What are you doing? Don't you hurt?"

Xie Qingcheng looked up at him, like a homeless little animal.

His lips moved, but there was no sound.

Qin Ciyan picked him up and carried him on his back, the umbrella was also tilted, the doctor's clothes were completely soaked by the heavy rain, he didn't care, he just carefully covered the child on his shoulder with the big umbrella: "Let's go. It's all right. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I'll take you to the hospital, Xiao Xie, hold on."

From that day on, Qin Ciyan knew that Xie Qingcheng's illness was not just an ordinary mental problem.

He hung up the phone with his old classmate who was far away in the United States. After hearing about this, the old classmate turned over the relevant medical records and found that some drug testers in the United States had similar cases.

But none of those people lived long.

The physical and mental torture was too great. At the end of the day, they struggled with the most negative emotions of human beings all the time.

Worse than physical pain is emotional despair.

After Qin Ciyan ended the call, he stood alone on the balcony of his home for a long time.

He really likes Xie Qingcheng very much, as long as he has seen the child's strong and sensible appearance, no one will dislike him.

And if anyone can finally overcome the pain of the human heart, Qin Ciyan feels that it must be Xie Qingcheng.

As long as someone can truly understand him and accompany him.

Qin Ciyan happened to be seconded at work at that time, so he could stay in Shanghai for more than half a year.

So he made a decision.

He decided to take Xie Qingcheng by his side often, treating him like an adopted son.

However, this matter cannot be made public. After all, if the colleagues in the First Affiliated School of Yanda University know that Xie Qingcheng is a child who was unable to recover from a serious car accident before, they must be interrogated.

And rn-13 is used as a banned drug, not to mention his own career, Xie Qingcheng is very likely to be treated as an experimental target and face a terrible threat.

Therefore, almost no one knew that Qin Xie and Xie had a close personal relationship.

Qin Ciyan treats Xie Qing like a half-father.

He gave Xie Qingcheng a new life, gave the dying boy the courage to live, and he gave a dead man with a decayed soul the meaning of living again.

During the six months of getting along day and night, Qin Ciyan became Xie Qingcheng's spiritual pillar.

No matter what negative emotions Xie Qingcheng has, Professor Qin can tolerate him.

Qin Ciyan's wisdom, Qin Ciyan's extensive knowledge and knowledge, and his ability to help the world with a pot, gave Xie Qingcheng who had lost his ideals a new beam of light.

He can't be a policeman.

But he might be able to become a doctor.

A doctor like Qin Ciyan.

As the sun rose and the moon set, Qin Ciyan unknowingly worked hard to teach Xie Qingcheng to relieve his emotions, and at the same time passed on books and taught him lessons, leading him into the gate of the apricot forest.

Just like He Yu's study of hacking techniques, the young Xie Qingcheng buried his head in his studies, which also had the effect of distracting his attention, and his illness was gradually brought under control in this way.

Qin Ciyan asked him to go to the research institute opened by his friend to study in his spare time as an ordinary student.In order to motivate him to continue to overcome difficulties.

That institute was sponsored by He Jiwei.

However, no one knew that Qin Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng were very close. Qin and Xie were always indifferent in front of outsiders, as if they were nodding acquaintances.If Qin Ciyan wants to give Xie Qingcheng some learning opportunities, he will always pretend to be some youth interest group, instead of directly instructing friends to let Xie Qingcheng join the group.

Xie Qingcheng also lived up to Qin Ciyan's high expectations. He is an out-and-out genius, and he can master any knowledge very quickly.

rn-13 seems to have made his mind smarter. In this short period of more than ten years, Xie Qingcheng completed the pedantry with Qin Ciyan in private, which is absolutely beyond the reach of normal people.

In addition to medicine, Xie Qingcheng has also made amazing breakthroughs in the field of life sciences.He even started researching rn-13 auxiliary drugs in private, researching his own pathological problems as a mental Ebola patient.

Then one day, Xie Qingcheng made an unexpected discovery——

He himself is a very good experimental subject.

It is precisely because of the complete use of rn-13 that, as the first patient, he can complete some drug experiments that normal people can't bear.

Through those experiments, he can find out the answers in the fields of many common diseases and create a new direction of treatment——

It's quite a bit like Shennong tasting all kinds of herbs.

Therefore, Xie Qingcheng felt that his short life might not be meaningless.

Although he can no longer be the former Xie Qingcheng, he must give up his original dream and his desire to find out the truth about the death of his parents.

But at least he's no longer a cripple.

He can let his pain bloom bright red stamens, he can let his life illuminate those who are in pain, and he can take them out of the long and suffocating darkness.

He recorded and stored the data stained with his blood, and it was these contents that were later called the legendary "Chuhuang data" or "Chuhuang archives" by others.