Save the tragic villain in progress!

[I used to live in a dilapidated building for three years in order to collect materials for writing.

The dangerous building that is about to be demolished is home to people from the bottom of the society.They were poor, selfish, greedy, vicious, and finally died one after another in various bizarre ways.

In the end, only a boy in a wheelchair was left.

And I.

The police conducted countless investigations and collected evidence, and finally eliminated the suspicion from us countless times.

On the last day of the third year, I finally packed my things and prepared to leave this dangerous place, when someone knocked lightly on the door, and when I opened it, it was the boy in the wheelchair.

I've seen him, but I haven't spoken to him, so I cast doubts with my eyes.

The young man had a handsome appearance, wearing a clean and worn-out white top, his thin body couldn't support the clothes, and he looked a little empty.A sunflower in a blue pot rests on her lap, quietly spreading its branches and leaves in the dust.

The young man smiled at me, with a slight sense of embarrassment and nervousness: "You don't remember me..."

I didn't speak, in fact I remembered him.

The young man tried his best to help me remember: "Three years ago, when you first moved in, I was pushed down from the wheelchair, and you helped me up...it was at the elevator entrance..."

I remember the punk upstairs making fun of him by tripping over his wheelchair on purpose.

"You left a pot of flowers behind, I didn't have time to return it to you, and now it's blooming..."

I remember that when I first moved in, I bought a pot of sunflower seeds to decorate the room.Seeing the boy fall from the wheelchair, I subconsciously tried to help him, but I left it on the ground and forgot to take it with me.

Seeing that I was silent, the boy paused, and finally said only one sentence: "Thank you...for helping me up..."

His voice is very soft, like snowflakes falling on the warm palm, which will soon melt away.

"Also, I'll return this potted flower to you, it's very beautiful..."

The young man held up the potted flower and handed it to me, his arms exposed, with many old wounds that had healed.

I don't remember how I answered at that time, I just remember that I took the potted flower from him, and I never met that boy again.

Later, a police friend told me that he was dead.He said to me in a regretful tone: "I committed suicide the day before I was arrested. It's a pity that I'm only in my 20s."

I was slightly taken aback because of the word "arrested".

"He was in a car accident when he was a child, his parents died, and his legs were disabled. His uncle took over the inheritance of his family, but he refused to treat his illness. He abused and scolded him for more than ten years. Finally, the building was about to be demolished, and his legs finally A little better..."

The policeman paused,

"His uncle broke his leg in order to pay compensation, and pushed him down the stairs, hoping to inherit the inheritance."

I don't know why, but my heart suddenly turned cold: "And then?"

"Then?" The policeman took a puff of cigarette, seemingly feeling emotional, "Then his uncle and his family died."

The hangover uncle was lying on the bed, and his throat was stabbed with a knife; the mean aunt was hung from an electric fan and strangled to death; the son with a heart attack collapsed in the living room, breathless.The pretty mistress who came to the door to quarrel ran out of the road in fright and was hit to death by a speeding car.

There was only one teenager at the scene of the murder.

The police can only speculate that he is the murderer based on the clues. Even the previous serial murders have the shadow of a teenager behind them.

But whether it is the victim or the perpetrator, the truth of the year has been buried in the loess, and no one knows the answer.

I remember that boy for a long time, and I can't forget it.

I helped him up from the ground, but it seemed like I couldn't pull him out of the crumbling dangerous building.

I asked my friend, "What's his name?"

The friend thought for a moment before saying: "Sui Yuesheng."]

——Excerpt from the suspenseful work "Dangerous Building", the content is adapted from real cases.

Meng Zhoushan used to be a popular suspense writer, but since the end of his last work "Dangerous Building", he suddenly stopped writing for some reason, never wrote a book again, and retired behind the scenes as an editor.

It was windy and rainy in July and August, the streets were deserted and there were hardly any pedestrians.

Meng Zhoushan was sitting in the coffee shop, with a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was combed meticulously. His mature and handsome appearance made the waiter look sideways, forming a stark contrast with the slovenly man opposite him.

Yan Yuezhao scratched his hair that hadn't been done for a long time, with a tense and irritable expression, he threw a stack of photos to Meng Zhoushan, and lowered his voice to warn his friend who had known him for many years: "Be careful recently, 'Ouroboros' came out again I suspect that he is here for you this time."

Ouroboros.

Hearing these three words, Meng Zhoushan raised his eyes.Without him, the code name of the murderer in the serial murder case in dilapidated buildings that shocked the whole city was Ouroboros.Because every time he commits a crime, he will draw a pattern of ouroboros on the wall of the crime scene, but since Sui Yuesheng died, no one has committed any crimes.

On the table is a stack of evidence collection photos taken at the scene of the murder.Last week, the police found a man tragically dead in his home at No. 67 Qingnan Road, with a picture of ouroboros drawn on the wall.For fear of causing public panic, it has not been made public.

Yan Yuezhao happened to be the person in charge of the serial murder case three years ago. As soon as he saw this pattern, he knew something was wrong, so he quickly asked Meng Zhoushan out.

Meng Zhoushan picked up the photos and looked at them one by one. Looking at the ouroboros pattern left on the wall of the murder scene, his expression gradually became serious: "Didn't you say that the murderer was Sui Yuesheng?"

Yan Yuezhao recalled the case three years ago, and frowned: "We once searched Sui Yuesheng's home and found that he had drawn this kind of ouroboros pattern representing reincarnation in his notebook, and you were the only resident of that building back then. And Sui Yuesheng survived to the end, he is not the murderer, are you?"

Meng Zhoushan's mind suddenly flashed the boy's appearance: "But he is in a wheelchair."

At the same age of 30, Yan Yuezhao is different from Meng Zhoushan in that he has an unshaven beard and looks quite haggard: "We went to the hospital to investigate and found that Sui Yuesheng was able to stand up before his uncle broke his leg, and he had half the hope of recovery. So it’s not like he didn’t have a chance of committing the crime.”

Meng Zhoushan twitched the corner of his mouth: "Everyone is dead, of course you can say whatever you want."

His eyes fell on the photo again, the wall was covered with blood, which was dazzling and unsightly: "Could it be a copycat?"

Yan Yuezhao said: "It's not like, the case just happened,

I am still investigating and collecting evidence, and I have no way to apply for protection from above.In short, you should be careful during this time, and send me a message every day to report that you are safe. "

All the people in that building were dead, only Meng Zhoushan was alive.Moreover, the location of the latest homicide is at No. 67 Qingnan Road, just across from Meng Zhoushan's residential area.

Meng Zhoushan didn't speak. The incident three years ago had clearly become a knot in his heart.He picked up a bunch of sunflowers next to the seat, ready to say goodbye and leave.

Seeing this, Yan Yuezhao knocked on the table with his fingers: "I heard that three authors died inexplicably on your website. Who are you going to worship?"

Strange to say, three authors under Meng Zhoushan's staff died suddenly and strangely recently.A leader in the bloody world died suddenly of a heart attack, a writer who wrote the history of dramas died in a car accident, and a writer who wrote cool articles fell from upstairs and died.

It seems to be just a few ordinary accidents alone, but when you look at it together, it always makes people feel that it is not that simple behind it.

Meng Zhoushan paused when he heard the words, but did not look back: "I checked, it was an accidental death."

Yan Yuezhao probed his head: "What if you killed him?"

Meng Zhoushan adjusted his glasses and looked back at him: "Then it may be your turn next."

After he finished speaking, he stopped arguing with Yan Yuezhao and left the coffee shop directly.

The night outside was dark, and the cold wind howled and blew in the face, making people shiver with cold.Meng Zhoushan took out the car keys from his coat pocket, opened the door, got in the car, and drove to a dilapidated demolition area.

Today is Sui Yuesheng's death day.

Meng Zhoushan didn't deliberately inquire about the boy's story, but he couldn't help but think of him all the time.So much so that every time I pick up a pen, I feel that it is as heavy as a thousand catties, and it is difficult to write any words.

The dilapidated buildings of that year have long since been demolished, and now only a pile of ruins remain.The steel bars are twisted and exposed through the cement brick wall, like a ruthless steel behemoth in the cold night.

Many people died here,

good, bad, kind, vicious,

But now it's all buried deep.

Meng Zhoushan leaned over, put the sunflower in his hand on a brick, and stopped there for a long time.When he thinks about the murder case back then, he always feels that there are still many mysteries that have not yet been solved, but it is a pity that it has been too long and there are no traces to be found.

If Ouroboros is really Sui Yuesheng, why did the same murder happen many years after his death?

The dilapidated building collapsed, and the huge pits smashed by the machine were like a pair of cold and empty eyes, glaring at the sky in the night.Meng Zhoushan slowly took two steps back and left the ruins.

Someone was distributing leaflets on the empty street outside, and Meng Zhoushan was stalked by the other party as soon as he appeared: "Sir, do you want to join the club?"

Meng Zhoushan glanced at the person distributing the leaflets. The person was wearing a cap and a mask in the cold night, and his voice was hoarse and rough due to the cold wind.Men and women do not argue, tall and slender.

Meng Zhoushan took the flyer casually and stuffed it into his coat pocket: "I'll go back and have a look, thank you."

After finishing his sentence, he walked towards the parking spot on the side of the road, but before taking two steps, he suddenly realized that the surrounding area was a demolition area, so why would anyone come here to distribute leaflets.

Meng Zhoushan lowered his head slowly, took out the flyer from his pocket, and slowly spread it out under the dim and old street lamps.But he saw a giant snake devouring its own tail drawn on it, and its body formed a ring.

Below is a row of square print fonts:

I devour sin, I gain eternal life.

I was born perfect, and I am endlessly reciprocated.

Meng Zhoushan hadn't had time to fully digest the meaning above when a swift wind suddenly sounded in his ears.He frowned, turned around and dodged, and then grabbed the dagger that stabbed at him in the dark night, only to see that it was the person who distributed the leaflets.

Meng Zhoushan looked suspiciously: "Who the hell are you?!"

The other party was silent, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.He raised his leg and kicked towards Meng Zhoushan, fast and powerful, obviously it was Lian Jiazi.Regardless of the blood dripping from his palm, Meng Zhoushan snatched the knife with his hand and directly fought with the opponent. During the fight, he accidentally tore off the glove from the opponent's hand, and there was a dark red birthmark on the tiger's mouth.

But Meng Zhoushan wanted to see the face of the attacker more clearly.He flipped his wrist, clenched the dagger and stabbed towards the side of the opponent's face. While the opponent raised his hand to hold the knife, the other hand directly tore off the mask on the man's face——

"boom--"

A silenced gunshot sounded suddenly behind Meng Zhoushan, which was especially obvious in the silent night.

Meng Zhoushan paused, subconsciously lowered his head, but saw a blood hole in his heart at some point, and the blood spread and flowed everywhere, soaking his shirt and coat.

A man who couldn't see his face stood behind him and slowly put away his gun.

More than one murderer.

Meng Zhoushan's figure flickered, and he fell down on the cold ground.His brain consciousness has gradually become numb, and he tried his best to open his eyes, trying to see the face of the assailant whose mask he tore off.

However, due to the massive blood loss, it became difficult to focus even his sight. In the end, Meng Zhoushan could only see clearly the opponent's right hand hanging by his side, and there was a dark red birthmark on the tiger's mouth.

The shooter walked up to Meng Zhoushan and stopped slowly: "You shouldn't have shot this person."

He was talking to his accomplices.

The assailant put on a mask, leaned over and dipped the blood on Meng Zhoushan's body with his gloves, and slowly drew a Ouroboros symbol on the crumbling concrete wall, looking at the dangerous building that had already collapsed before him and said: " Today is his death day..."

None of them noticed that the dying man on the ground moved suddenly, exhausted his last bit of strength, and left a mark on the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

In the vast and endless night, a light group that no one could see quietly appeared above Meng Zhoushan's body and flew around him.

The system's tone was surprised: [My God, this host's death is too miserable! 】

The first host it binds to died suddenly, the second host died in a car accident, the third host died from a fall, and being murdered was the first one.

A burst of white light lit up the whole body of the system, slowly covering Meng Zhoushan's still warm body.Among the series of suspenseful works written by the other party in this life, he chose "Dangerous Building".

[Enable binding...]

【Bind successfully...】

Meng Zhoushan died once,

live again...

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a simple room.There was a decaying musty smell in the corner, and the white wall skin fell off in large pieces due to humidity, revealing the mottled wall inside.

It can be seen that this room has been carefully furnished by the owner, but it still cannot conceal the dilapidation of the building from the inside to the outside.The walls are not very soundproof, and even the sound of neighbors chopping meat and cooking vegetables can be heard clearly.

Meng Zhoushan sat up slowly from the bed, and once suspected that he had an illusion, because this dilapidated room was the place where he lived when he wrote "Dangerous Building".But since he moved away, it didn't take long for it to be demolished.

Meng Zhoushan fumbled for the glasses from the bedside table and put them on. The surrounding scenery suddenly became clear, but before he could take a closer look, a dazzling diamond suddenly appeared in front of him, and a mechanical notification sounded in his ears.

【Ding!Congratulations, you have successfully bound the villain rescue system, and it is booting...]

[Successful boot]

[Author's name: Meng Zhoushan

Cause of death: murder.

Authored works: "Book of Innocence", "Intersection No. 18", "Dangerous Building", etc.

The goal of this mission: to rescue Sui Yuesheng, the villain of "Dangerous Building".

Task success reward: get a chance to respawn once.

Mission failed: erasure performed. 】

The system finally added: [Villain Sui Yuesheng's blackening degree is currently 99.9999%. If the blackening degree is cleared to zero, the mission will be successful. If the blackening degree reaches 100%, the mission will be judged to be failed. Please be careful, the host! 】

Meng Zhoushan has been to many places in his life and seen countless crimes.He compiled those unknown stories into volumes, peeled off the printed words, and all the bloody humanity was hidden inside.

He always thought that he had seen the most bizarre things in the world, but he never expected to meet even more bizarre ones.

Like the book that came to life,

For example, the system that allowed him to save Sui Yuesheng...

Years later, when he returned to this place again, Meng Zhoushan still felt unreal.He opened the door and walked out of the room. Looking at the narrow and dark corridor in front of him, he seemed to see a ruthless beast standing in front of him, crazily devouring the remains of flesh and blood.

This is a dilapidated building about to be demolished, with very few residents.They are all people left after being screened by poverty. Their poor life makes them temporarily stationed here like nails, rusting day by day in the wind and rain.

Sui Yuesheng lived in a room at the end of the corridor, on the same floor as Meng Zhoushan.When Meng Zhoushan went downstairs to buy things occasionally, he would see him pushing a wheelchair out of the building and taking the elevator downstairs to buy groceries.

At first Meng Zhoushan thought he lived alone, but later he learned that his alcoholic uncle, his aunt addicted to playing cards, and a cousin suffering from congenital heart disease lived in that room.

Meng Zhoushan walked to the elevator door and slowly stopped, thinking about how he would see the boy in a wheelchair who was closely related to the serial murders again.

He unconsciously touched the place where he was shot in the heart, thinking of the two murderers who couldn't see their faces, doubts rose one after another in his heart, but he had to press down one after another with all his strength.

Just when Meng Zhoushan was deep in thought, there was a harsh sound of playfulness above the stairs.A man and a woman came down from upstairs, playing in strange clothes, heavy makeup, and strange metal decorations, just like ordinary street gangsters.

The girl painted exaggerated smoky eye shadow, and pinched the boy's ear to play tricks on purpose: "Fuck, you are fucking sick, you don't take the elevator, you have to take the stairs!"

"Get out!" The boy dyed

With flashing purple hair, she pushed her away impatiently, "All the customers have called to remind you, how long are you fucking waiting for that broken elevator, two steps will kill you!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly found Meng Zhoushan standing at the door of the elevator, he couldn't help but paused, and even the girl fell silent.

The residents of this building are in a sense synonymous with poverty, and Meng Zhoushan is out of place here.He was wearing a handmade suit that cost tens of thousands, so flat that there was not even a single wrinkle to be found, and the leather shoes were shiny and not stained with dust.The dim light in the corridor made the gold-rimmed lenses on the bridge of his nose white, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.The temperament is mature and stable, just like a glass of red wine that has been precipitated by the years.

The girl stared at Meng Zhoushan's side face for a moment, then suddenly blushed and pushed the male companion beside her, her voice suddenly became gentle: "Just take the elevator, my leg hurts..."

The boy stared at Meng Zhoushan's expensive watch for a moment, and then realized what the girl was thinking. His tone was even more irritable than before, and he continued to swear, "Your fucking leg hurts, not because your leg is broken. Take the elevator!"

After he finished speaking, he shook his hands, turned around and was about to walk downstairs, but at the corner of the stairs, he bumped into the boy who was pushing the wheelchair out, and kicked him directly: "You don't have fucking eyes!"

After the gangster finished cursing, he didn't even look at the boy who fell from the wheelchair and fell to the ground, and went downstairs like a gust of wind.Seeing that the situation was not good, the girl had to keep up, and the sound of footsteps gradually drifted away.

Meng Zhoushan didn't expect that when he saw Sui Yuesheng again, it was still the same scene.

The thin boy was kicked heavily on the knee, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.He propped up with both hands, tried his best to straighten his upper body, trying to climb back into the wheelchair again, but every time he tried hard, the wheelchair would move accordingly, resulting in delay in success.

The two disabled legs were motionless, limp on the ground, without any feeling.It's as powerless as a mermaid landing on the shore.

Before Meng Zhoushan could wait for his brain to respond, his body had already stepped forward.He bent down to support the wheelchair for the boy, and asked in a low voice, "Can you help me?"

His hair is neatly combed, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose look refined, which fits the identity of the author.When approaching suddenly, you can smell the faint smell of cologne on the skirt, which makes most people feel ashamed.

Hearing the words, Sui Yue raised her head subconsciously, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.Then he reacted, lowered his head in a panic, shook his head and refused Meng Zhoushan's help, looking a bit withdrawn.

His thin and pale arms were bulging with blue veins, and he tried his best to climb back into the wheelchair, but he became more and more flustered, and his face turned red, but he failed.

Seeing this, Meng Zhoushan stepped on the wobbly wheelchair, bent down suddenly, picked him up without saying a word, and put him back on the wheelchair.I just feel that this boy is much lighter and thinner than his peers.

"I'll help you." Meng Zhoushan said.

Sui Yuesheng suddenly became quiet when she heard the words, as if she didn't know what to say.He is not very old, and he still looks a bit youthful, his skin is transparent and pale, and he has a sense of fragmentation.Like a shattered glass vessel, it was roughly glued together with tape, and it was crumbling.

"thanks……"

Sui Yuesheng moved her lips, her voice was so small that she could hardly hear it.

"It's okay," Meng Zhoushan pressed the elevator door, "I just moved in, and I will be a neighbor from now on."

This elevator is really old and in disrepair.When entering the door, there is a place that is not very smooth.Sui Yuesheng put both hands on the wheelchair and was about to push the rollers in, but Meng Zhoushan came up behind him and gently pushed him in.

Meng Zhoushan guessed that he was going downstairs to buy vegetables, but he still asked, "First floor?"

Sui Yuesheng nodded, and saw Meng Zhoushan reach out and press the old and faded elevator button.

The mirror in the elevator room reflected the appearance of the two of them, one calm and the other silent.

Meng Zhoushan straightened his cuffs, looked down at Sui Yuesheng, but could only see the young man's jet-black hair and thin back, and asked aloud, "Child, how old are you?"

Sui Yuesheng lowered her head and said, "Nineteen."

Only nineteen?Should be of school age.

Meng Zhoushan said: "I am 12 years older than you, you can call me uncle."

His eyes fell on the gray footprint on the boy's knee, and he asked aloud, "Is it serious?"

Sui Yuesheng silently patted the dust on it: "It's okay, I don't feel it."

With a ding, the elevator door opened.

Sui Yuesheng didn't move, as if she wanted to wait for Meng Zhoushan to go out first, but the man didn't leave, but pushed him out of the elevator, and then slowly let go.

Sui Yuesheng turned her head and glanced at him, her emotions were difficult to distinguish, she didn't know what she was thinking: "...Thank you."

This time it was much clearer.

Meng Zhoushan smiled and said it was okay.Arousing suspicion, he turned and walked towards the street on the right.There are many street vendors on the side of the road selling goods. They spread the plastic film on the ground and put the goods on the ground before they can start selling.

An old man is selling flowers.

Seeing a familiar blue flower pot, Meng Zhoushan slowly stopped in his tracks.Seeing this, the old man tried his best to sell it in half-baked Mandarin: "This is sunflower seeds, ten yuan a pot, 25 yuan three pots, 45 yuan five pots..."

Meng Zhoushan handed her ten yuan, and took the pot of sunflowers that hadn't sprouted yet.