sunk in yesterday

Before leaving the basement, Guan Yuzhou gathered up the yellow pieces of paper on the ground and took them away with him.

Xia Zhuo was very curious about this, and asked him what is the use of those papers?There is no writing on it at all, so it is not clear that it is a waste product?

Guan Yuzhou said it was just his guess.

Because there are traces of being cleaned around, but the shreds of paper are covered with dust, which is a bit out of place with the scene.

Hearing his mention, Xia Zhuo suddenly realized, so he urged people to go back upstairs to put together the puzzle.

When the three returned to the first floor, Chu Jin and Yu Ziang were no longer there.

Going to the second floor needs the permission of the assistant. Xia Zhuo weighed the pros and cons, and stood at the stairs and called his name in the direction of Xia Hong's room.Within a few seconds, Chu Jin pushed the door out with excitement on his face, with the appearance of "you finally came to save me".

Xia Zhuo casually found an excuse to lure people: "Two cards are missing and two are missing, will you come?"

"Come on!" Chu Jin ran a few steps towards him, and suddenly remembered that Yu Ziang was still suffering inside, so he turned back and greeted his assistant, and the two escaped.

Out of the scope of the second floor, Chu Jin felt more at ease, and with a slanted peach blossom eye, he asked him leisurely: "What are you hitting? You still run faster if you hit the egg?"

Did you take what he said seriously?Xia Zhuo felt very speechless about this: "Let Yu Ziang play kitten fishing with you, we still have business to do. If it weren't for your understanding that you don't like staying with the aborigines, I don't even want to come here to fish you."

Chu Jin hummed: "What are you talking about? I think you only know how to fish with kittens, don't you be so poor that you can't do it?"

"?"

Xia Zhuo was overwhelmed by him, and took the ax out of the warehouse with his backhand, "Fight?"

Chu Jin: "???"

What the fuck?

"No, no, can't you afford to play like this?" Although he knew that Xia Zhuo would not really cut it down, no one would be calm when chased by a blood-stained cold weapon.

Chu Jin was jumping up and down, while hiding and still feeling weird.

Xia Zhuo took it for granted: "Why can't you afford to play anymore? As long as you can win the fight, the important thing is the result rather than the process."

"You are vicious!"

"Fart, I'm aboveboard."

"Wait, wait...whose blood is on it?!"

"You don't need to worry about it, anyway, it will be stained with you soon."

"……Hold."

Under the leadership of the two chasing after each other, they returned to the children's playroom.

There are dozens of pieces picked up, not to mention hundreds, and the restoration difficulty is not lower than the pure white puzzle that Tan Nian played yesterday. Although I don't know if it will be useless, but I can only try.

Beckoned by Guan Yuzhou, Xia Zhuo spared Chu Jin's life, put away his weapon and sat down.

It took nearly two hours, and the five people finally restored these rotten things into four A4-sized papers, and then waited with bated breath for any changes.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a dozen seconds, maybe 1 minute.They heard the "rustling" sound of paper rubbing, and the shredded papers that were laid flat on the ground suddenly moved closer together. The small cracks in the middle disappeared at a slow speed visible to the naked eye, and finally merged into four flat new personnel files.

"This is..." Yu Ziang picked up one of them, and he saw the eye-catching group logo in the upper left corner at a glance, and his expression gradually became serious.

"What? Let me see—ah!" Chu Jin pulled his finger away and called out instantly, "Isn't this the fully enclosed education school that was ordered to disband in [-] years? What's the name... know En School?"

Xia Zhuo repeated: "Zhien Academy?"

"Yes, it's such a name. You see, it's also written here. Their so-called 'corrective treatment' was exposed by reporters who lurked in. How could it be treating students? It's clearly treating livestock! I remember that The reporter was only in his early 20s, and he received psychological treatment for a year and a half after he came out."

About this Zhien Academy, even those who have not specifically checked the information have heard a little about it.

Under the name of "Eight High-Quality Teaching Models" and "Helping Lost Children Transform Perfectly", it enrolls students in a large number of students, and specializes in treating young people with problems such as puppy love, skipping classes, fighting, rebellion, etc. between the ages of eight and 25.Of course, in order to reduce risks, they do not accept serious juvenile delinquents, only students with minor problems, and the tuition fees are ridiculously high.

According to the reporter, the students here have no human rights.

Its official website says "there are excellent psychological teachers from the National Medical College", but none of them can produce a diploma or qualification certificate; the "psychological counseling room" set up is usually not open, and if any student contradicts the teacher The small black room will be closed for a week or two; all the "excellent instructors recommended by the army" are a group of bums who don't know what to do...

The school uses humiliation and abuse to make students give up resistance, and when all the cries for help and cries are buried in the bottom of the sea, they become numb and unable to think.Then, some distorted concepts are introduced into them to obliterate their humanity, and at the same time, layers of psychological hints are added to them, and finally they become "good obedient children".

The report was very long, and the reporter spent two years fighting against the forces behind the school, and finally, with the efforts and attempts of his companions time and time again, he managed to make the dark side appear in the sun.

Chu Jin sighed, "Anyway, there was a lot of trouble at the time. What impressed me the most was the last sentence of the report-'During these countless days that are difficult to count, death became my only wish at that time.' "

The photos on the four files are the same as those on the name tags that Xia Zhuo and the others got last night, so the identities of the four people in white coats are confirmed.

Yu Ziang pushed his glasses, and said slowly: "After one or five years, this school will be closed down by the state, and the employees inside have been dismissed long ago. Except for the person in charge, everyone else is fine. A group of people are crying. Then I apologized to the society, saying that I realized my mistake, and now no one remembers what they have done." He paused, "On the contrary, the students who left from it still cannot live normally. All of them had more serious mental illnesses than that reporter, and quite a few committed suicide."

"Fortunately, at that time, I specially fooled a targeted paper for the final assignment, otherwise I wouldn't remember it so clearly." After Chu Jin finished speaking, he felt something was wrong again, and he turned his head to look at Xia Zhuo in surprise: "Why do you Will something related to it appear in your dream?"

Xia Zhuo dazedly touched the flat icon on the paper. The logo and the name of the school were unfamiliar to him, and they couldn't arouse his memory.

"I don't know... After the school was closed, these four people also became jobless, so they appeared in Xia's house?"

Human confession is time-sensitive.

After the scars are healed and the pain is forgotten, the benefits that have been received will tickle the hearts of those who have been scratched like a brush, and those feelings of regret will be diluted in the shortest time.

What's more, Mr. Xia was already in a hurry to go to the doctor at that time. Whenever they mentioned "experience in treating homosexuality", they would let him have a try.

The more Xia Zhuo thought about it, the colder he felt, he grabbed one of the papers and almost couldn't help tearing it up again.But he almost lost his strength, and his folded fingers were trembling slightly, and he was about to lose his grip.

In the next second, a warm palm wrapped around his cold hand.

Xia Zhuo's heart tightened for an instant, and his chaotic thoughts seemed to find support. He pursed his pale lips and looked at Guan Yuzhou, before making a dry voice after a while: "...I'm hungry."

Guan Yuzhou made a "stop here" gesture to the others, went to the restaurant to get some food, and took Xia Zhuo back to the room.

Without sunlight, the room looked dim even with the lights on.

Xia Zhuo actually didn't want to eat, he just didn't know what to say, and stuffed rice into his mouth one by one with chopsticks in a boring manner.On the plate was the fragrant soy hoof, and the oil floating on it would only make him sicker.

Guan Yuzhou habitually wanted to touch cigarettes from his pocket, but he couldn't find anything.

"Xia Hong finally discovered their identities, and he should have torn up these files."

"Really." Xia Zhuo replied dryly, a little perfunctorily.

In essence, Xia Hong wanted to make the Xia family flourish, but actually destroyed it step by step with his own hands.

But no matter what, Guan Yuzhou would never forgive him.

He still said that at the beginning - Xia Hong deserves to die.

"You don't want to eat?" Xia Zhuo pushed the plate towards him, his eyelashes drooping, and his eyes were lowered on the raised veins on the back of Guan Yuzhou's hand.

Guan Yuzhou looked at him without speaking.

Xia Zhuo smiled a little, "Why? You don't want me to feed you, do you?"

Guan Yuzhou's Adam's apple twitched, "Yes."

Originally, he made a special trip to tease him, but now it was Xia Zhuo's turn to be astonished.His reaction was a little slow, as if he couldn't digest the simple single sound, "... huh?"

But soon, a hand pressed on his back, and the familiar touch was transmitted to the skin through the fabric behind him. Xia Zhuo was pushed forward by that force, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a slap. His face was pressed against Guan Yuzhou's neck.

……what?

Xia Zhuo only struggled for a second, and took advantage of the opportunity to kiss the neck that was close at hand.

Is it the reason why you don't eat for free if you bring it to your mouth?

The soft touch from the carotid artery made Guan Yuzhou squint his eyes. He lifted Xia Zhuo's chin, pressed his dry lips tightly, and pried open the gap between his slightly closed teeth.

Xia Zhuo dazedly chased the tip of his penetrating tongue, the scorching heat seeped into his blood vessels along the mouth, and slowly filled his heart from his throat.

The strength in his body recovered a little, and the warmth continued to disperse the cold parts of his body. He felt comfortable but not satisfied. The hand holding Guan Yuzhou's clothes turned to press the back of the other's head, and kissed back more intensely. The strength that can be called gnawing quickly made each other taste the faint taste of rust.

The blood entered the body along the swallowing, and the chests of the two were pressed tightly together, and the tremors coming from the other's chest could be clearly heard.While his limbs became relaxed, Xia Zhuo's eyelids kept falling heavily. After closing his eyes, he saw some blurred color blocks flashing before his eyes.

Sensing that his movements had slowed down, Guan Yuzhou slowly let go of him.

Xia Zhuo seemed to have drunk too much wine, the corners of his eyes were full of abnormal redness, and the color of his originally pale lips was dyed a ripe red as he was trampled on each other, as if he was floating in the sky and hadn't come down yet.

Guan Yuzhou gently kissed the corner of his moist lips, and squeezed the unrelieved desire in his eyes deep into the depths.

"Tired?"

Xia Zhuo nodded his head, he wiped away the bloody smell from the tip of his tongue, and crawled onto the bed on all fours, "I'll take a nap first, call me later."

"Okay." Guan Yuzhou put the pillow for him and cleaned up the mess on the ground.

Xia Zhuo's condition went up and down, so Guan Yuzhou stayed by his side all afternoon.

During this period, Tan Nian and Xiao Hei went to the closed fourth floor again. The temperature at the stairway returned to normal, but other than that, there was no change. It seemed that there was a mystery inside, which was so inexhaustible that people could not figure it out. .

Guan Yuzhou stood in the corridor, frowning as he listened to his report.

The door behind him was covered with a crack, and the dim light from the bedside lamp spilled on the floor through the crack.

"About how to get rid of that darkness... neither Xiao Hei nor I have any idea, so I decided to ask Mr.

"Painting." Guan Yuzhou said suddenly.

"Painting?" Tan Nian thought for a while, "Do you mean those three portraits, sir?"

"It's not three pictures, it's the back that appeared last." Guan Yuzhou said: "Try to look at it, but don't destroy it, forget it if you don't have a clue."

He remembered that Xia Zhuo had a photo of his biological mother, and he had seen it too.But that photo was not the same as the one on the portrait, and there was one more portrait every day, so he intuitively thought that the painting might be the key to the fourth floor.

"Okay!" Tan Nian happily accepted the task and disappeared around the corner.

Guan Yuzhou closed the door and returned to the room.

The young man on the bed was expressionless, breathing weakly with his eyes closed, his hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't even see the ups and downs of the quilt now.Guan Yuzhou tried to call him once, but Xia Zhuo's state didn't look like he was sleeping, but more like he was in a coma. Only the comfortable eyes told him that he didn't dream of anything bad.

After half an hour, Tan Nian knocked on the door again.

Unlike before leaving, his face was a little pale, as if he was frightened.

Guan Yuzhou asked, "What did you find?"

Tan Nian said in a panic: "Sir, the painting you mentioned... I, Xiao Hei and I went to compare the other two paintings downstairs, and... then I found that only its touch is different! "

"Go on."

"The other two paintings have that, that..." Tan Nian got stuck, and it took him a long time to remember what the word was called, "Brush strokes! Yes, that's, that's the kind of brush strokes in paintings, and those two paintings have it ... But the one with the back is not, it is very smooth, without any uneven marks, more like... um... printed."

Guan Yuzhou thought for a while, and thought of a word: "Fake?"

now it's right.

After all, the other two paintings were created by genuine painters, and the portrait of Xia Zhuo's biological mother should not have appeared here.

"But, but there is one more thing..." Tan Nian looked anxious, and he suddenly shivered, "The other two paintings are very cold to the touch, but the back is, is warm!"