The murder case we're involved in isn't over yet

A few days later.

Xie Qingcheng was cured.

On this day, he and Xie Xue were eating in the cafeteria of Shanghai University, Xie Qingcheng saw the chicken soup porridge in the bowl and suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen He Yu for many days. He Yu has not been seen for many days, and there is no news of him in his circle of friends.

He frowned, remembering how unusual He Yu had been that day.

Xie Qingcheng is an extremely rational man, but he is not completely heartless, not to mention that he promised He Jiwei to keep an eye on He Yu for him.

So when Xie Xue brought her tray over and sat down across from him, he asked her how He Yu was doing.

Who knows that in the face of his brother's inquiry, Xie Xue abruptly opened his eyes wide: "Ah? You don't know? He took a leave of absence to go to Hang City to shoot a movie, didn't he tell you?"

Xie Qingcheng's chopsticks in his hands paused for a moment, "Isn't he studying choreography?"

"Hey, the time is very short, play a small supporting role to save the scene, is in front of the school to buy breakfast when people see. He himself is also a little interested in, and to be frank, on his looks, the future of the stage or behind the scenes really can not say. He's also a very motivated person, so he won't miss the opportunity to gain experience."

"...... Why so sudden."

"It's not because the original male number five of that theater group had a temporary situation. The actor who was originally cast was from the acting class, but the kid crashed his bike with a taxi in front of the school and got a big cut on his face and several stitches. The crew was in a hurry to find someone to fill in for him, so they found He Yu ......."

Hearing her say that, Xie Qingcheng vaguely remembered the phone call He Yu had made at his home that day, as if he was talking about this very thing.

Xie Xue rambled: "But there's one thing I find quite strange, I've read the script, it's a particularly crappy little web drama, with his aesthetic it should not be able to look at it, but he suddenly agreed to do it. Even though the time is not long, his role will only take about ten days, but I don t know what he is thinking ...... and my leave of absence is not in a good mood, I talk to him, he is not caring."

Xie Qingcheng listened, his expression gradually becoming somewhat serious.

He recalled that day He Yu wrist perfunctory wrapped on the bandage, the hospital medicine bag ......

"He Yu, has anything bad happened to him lately?"

"No!" After the fall trip, Xie Xue was somehow in a much better state, and actually had a bit of a peachy, nourishing feeling as she bit into her ice cream scoop and hesitated after a while, hesitating, "I don't really know ...... I don't think so... ..."

Xie Qingcheng looked thoughtfully at Xie Xue whose eyes were shining as if she was in a good mood.

He felt that she had been particularly happy in the past two days, and ever since she came back from her trip, she had often snapped back a bunch of messages on her cell phone, not looking up for half a day. Also don't know who they are chatting with.

She used to post things like "A new restaurant is opening on XX Road, is there any partner to go and pull weeds together?", but in the past two days, she has somehow become more artistic. The last two days actually inexplicably literary up, either send some Xie Qingcheng frowning can not read the excerpts of youth literature, or some strange photos, such as a piece of lake water and two leaves, yesterday late at night also sent a reflection on the wall of the shadow of the blurred light, whose shadow can not be seen clearly, it may be her own, with the following text: "Hey, small white hair". Little white hair."

Xie Qingcheng even got back to her at the time, saying, "Who is Little White Hair?"

Xie Xue answered after a long time, "A cute little puppy dog."

Xie Qingcheng : "Don't post such meaningless things in your circle of friends. Hurry up and go to sleep."

Xie Xue returned him a smiley face with her tongue out, and after a while Xie Qingcheng realized that she had changed her avatar as well, to a swan looking in the other direction.

Thinking about these details, Xie Qingcheng asked, "What about you. Have you come across anything good lately?"

Xie Xue's face flushed and she twisted her head away, continuing to bite her spoon, keeping a secret that happened on the fall trip, carefully hidden in her heart, "And, and no la."

Xie Qingcheng clasped his hands on his arms, and without a word, he watched her body movements, the details of her shy expression, and his gaze gradually became deep and sharp.

"Right, brother." Xie Xue looked a little weak under Xie Qingcheng's stare as she tried to misdirect the conversation, "I brought some special snacks for both you and He Yu on our fall trip, do you have anything to do this weekend?"

"No, why."

"I ...... uh, it just so happens that there's a meeting at school that I can't get away from, and the snacks are easy to spoil, so if you don't have a class, make a trip to visit He Yu's class in Hangzhou for me, and give him the stuff on the way."

Xie Qingcheng frowned, and although he felt as if Xie Xue was hiding something about the situation from him, he didn't pursue anything further.

"Okay." He agreed, he wasn't really relieved about He Yu's condition anyway, he could stop by the theater and check on the other's mental condition.

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This evening.

Outside the ruins of Cheng Kang psychiatric hospital.

The yellow and white cordon was drawn, and when the wind blew, the warning tape trembled, and the scorched black ground behind it raised a dusty cloud of debris. Recently rushed here a lot of citizens, some are to flowers to mourn, some are purely curiosity, to see a lively.

In the midst of the crowd, there is an unassuming man wearing horn-rimmed glasses. Huddled in the center of the crowd, the man stares at the scorched earth of Cheng Kang's hospital, a conflicted look of hesitation and horror in his slightly bulging eyes.

"...... Yeah, they're all dead, none of the top brass are alive."

"Could it be that Jiang Lanpei's ghost is really asking for his life?"

"That woman wore a red dress when she died, I heard that this kind of ghost is the most powerful, no wonder that the fire was like a long eye, and burned all those people who cooperated with Liang Jicheng to death ......"

"Ouch, clams are clams colored!"

Glasses man listening to the surrounding crowd's discussion, shivering more and more, so hot day, he hard a big body sweat, back is almost soaked.

He gulped and turned back to-

He's going home.

His parents have been separated for a long time, and he lives with his father, who is also a member of the Organization. But in the property shared by his parents, in the old mansion where he had lived as a child, there was a safe with a stack of dusty documents, the corners of which had been eaten away by insects.

That's Jiang Lanpei's real file.

His father had once told him that once something happened to him, he would give this stack of information to the police and turn himself in, even if he went to jail, it didn't matter, at least he would get his life back.

He was timid, followed by his father is only considered to be in contact with a little bit of the organization of the skin, the day the police came to his home to investigate, he did not dare to say anything, six godless between but also scared to vomit, but now he came back to ...... his mind he looked at the list of deaths on the newspaper, know that this matter is definitely not so simple.

He didn t want to die ...... He didn t want to be claimed for his life, and he was so frightened that he desperately wished to get the contents of the safe out and run to the police station--.

Once he was afraid of police sirens, and in his nightmares whenever there was a police car's siren, he sat up in fear, shaking like a chaff. But now he finally realized with hindsight that only the police could save him.

With this in mind, he entered the villa complex, which had been a high-end neighborhood twenty years ago, and started to run, terrified that "those people" would catch up with him, and that Jiang Lanpei's ghost would catch up with him.

Red-colored tongues of fire, red-colored ghost skirts.

"ah ...... ah!!!"

The more he thought about it, the more scared he got, and as he ran, he couldn't help but scream out, his urine bursting out, his glasses hanging off his greasy nose.

He snatched his way into the garden of the old villa, and burst through the door at once--the

He was so scared that he didn't even realize why the door to this old mansion, which had been abandoned for more than a decade, was unlocked and only falsely closed ......

Glasses man's mind has become a pot of porridge, huffing and puffing to run toward the basement, the rotten floor like a Cheng Kang hospital dead patients corpse, under his feet issued a heavy sigh, his spirit is about to break down, lips trembling uncontrollably.

Help ......

Help ......

"Bang," he said, as the basement door slammed open as well, and he rushed toward the safe.

He remembered the password, and although his father was lewd and horny and often despised by his feisty mother when he was young, and they later divorced, the password was actually still his mother's birthday.

Come to think of it, when his mother was young, she also loved to perm curly hair and wear red dresses, at that time it was popular Hong Kong style, many beautiful women loved to dress up according to the Hong Kong stars in the pictorials. The most fashionable thing was that big wave and big red dress.

Eye man's fingers trembled as he turned the knob, once, twice ......

"Click."

The door to the safe opened.

He thrust his hand inward-!

After a few seconds, his entire body shook violently, almost convulsively, as if he had been electrocuted.

It's gone!

That stack of information! It's gone!!!

Impossible ...... How is it possible ......

In the midst of his all-consuming panic, he suddenly felt something warm, ticking, land between his eyebrows.

All the bones in his body felt like they were going to run away in all directions, but he was still trapped by his skin and had to stay inside his body in despair.

Tick.

Another sound.

Another hot drop, this time landing on his lips.

Fishy.

The spectacled man's eyes bulged, he gasped violently, and slowly, with his features distorted, he raised his face--

He saw a woman.

A dead woman on the stairs, a gun in her hand, her brain pierced through, blood pouring out, her eyes, already mutilated by the blast, barely recognizable, were staring fixedly in his direction.

The woman looked suicidal, but the man with the glasses knew it was never.

Because it's his--

"Mom ......" the man with the glasses cried out in disbelief, not knowing if it was extreme fear or extreme sadness, "Mom! Mom ！！！！ AHHHH! Ahhhhh ！！！！"

His mother doesn't live here ah ...... His mother hasn't been back here for over a decade ......

Did she know about this stack of files? Did she also want to obtain the files to save her son?

Glasses man collapsed, all of a sudden flopped softly to the ground, tears snot sweat plasma, paste all over the face, the mouth issued a beastly howl, to the end no longer know what is shouting.

Then he heard footsteps behind him, high heels.

"Da, da, da."

Wearing special, maximum-tech, anti-surveillance shoe covers, the man with the glasses felt something hard against the back of his head before he had a chance to turn around.

There's a woman's voice behind him gently laughing and singing, "Throw, throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the little child, everybody don't tell him ......"

The yellowed dossier bag was handed to him, from behind him, by the man.

Slightly hot breaths were right next to the glasses guy's temples as the visitor softly said, "Are you looking for this?"

"...... you ......"

The man with the glasses didn't dare turn around, his teeth clucking and chattering.

"So is your mom."

"......"

"Your old man is a cowardly hamster, too disloyal to his boss, and still hides this kind of stuff at home." The woman poured her breath in his ear, "It s so wrong ...... He thinks the boss doesn t know?"

"You, who the hell ...... are you ......"

The woman laughed, "What answers do the unfaithful want?"

"......"

"Hell to ask."

Those were the last words the man with the glasses heard.

A few seconds later.

"BANG!!!"

A gunshot shook the dust off the basement.

The woman bypassed a field of black and red plasma and disposed of the scene indifferently, then she lowered her eyes and looked at Jiang Lanpei's dossier alone for a while, then walked out of the old deserted building without looking back ......