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Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were the last to leave the auditorium.

When they got outside, they saw students walking in groups towards their dormitories under the leadership of teachers and police officers, and the school's radio was announcing, "Please be calm and don't be left alone. If you are in a remote location, please contact your teacher, roommate, or classmate immediately, and return to your dormitory in an orderly manner... ..."

But the sound of the radio still couldn't drown out the noise of the students.

In the open air, everyone's eyes are glued to their cell phones, or to the school's landmark, the Hutong Radio and Television Tower.

It was the school's high-rise dedicated to broadcasting art students, built exactly after the official TV station, with a tower that allowed for full lighting coverage.

At that moment, however, the console system had been hacked, and the entire tower had been locked into a blinding red, like a blood-stained sword stabbing at the ground, with a few lines in black that could be read clearly from thousands of meters away.

W.

Z.

L.

The Handkerchief Game of Death, begin.

In addition to the radio and television towers, all the smartphone signals in this part of HU were also locked down by the other side's software, and everyone's phones were still working, but there was just a little screen box that couldn't be turned off.

Thousands of small windows instantly turned the nighttime HUU into a fluorescent river of stars, but unfortunately every star in the river of stars broadcasted horrifying and bizarre images.

Xie Qingcheng looked back down at his cell phone, and realized that the text in that video was the same as the one on the Canton Tower.

It's all written: W, Z, L, Handkerchief Throwing Game of Death, start.

But in the video, under each letter, there is a circle of very creepy little electronic dolls, little dolls sitting in a circle, with a female doll smiling and swinging, standing outside the circle with a scarlet handkerchief in her hand, like the handkerchief-throwing game she played as a child.

Behind the letter W, the girl doll had thrown her handkerchief behind one of the little electronic boys, who was running, with the girl doll grinning and chasing after her.

Suddenly!

The girl doll behind the letter W caught up with the boy doll, and with a cheeky grin, the girl clutched the head of the electronic boy doll she had caught and twisted it off!

A few seconds later, all the cell phones in the entire school, once again in unison, emitted the young, flat song, "Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the little one's back, don't tell him, everyone ......"

Countless cell phone amplifiers turned the soft children's song into a chilling chorus that resounded throughout the campus.

The students looked at this scene, more and more frightened, huddled in one place, some even refused to go back to the dormitory, thinking that it is safer to rely on everyone under the open air, and the timid ones have even sobbed. The ringing of the phone kept echoing all around, the ringing and singing actually overlapped, they were all from the parents of the students. This matter is too big, coupled with the current era of electronic communication, this incident happened in Shanghai Chuan quickly through various social media platforms to attract extremely strong attention.

"Hey mom! I'm fine ...... but I'm so scared ......"

I'm with a classmate! Hmmm! I don't run around oooooooo......"

In the midst of the chaos, Xie Qingcheng also immediately called Xie Xue, and after learning that she was at home with Auntie Lai wrapping wontons, he breathed a sigh of relief and briefly talked to her about the situation, telling her to stay safe at home and not to go out, and to report to him once an hour. Then he didn't talk to her any more and hung up the phone.

After he ended the call, he realized that He Yu was quietly looking at him, and when their eyes met, He Yu averted his gaze.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng realized that He Yu didn't care.

Almost everyone had received messages from relatives or friends, but He Yu's cell phone was always quiet, like a pool of stagnant water. And the boys' expressions were just as calm as the stagnant water.

Xie Qingcheng was about to say something when the handkerchief-throwing song ended and a large photo suddenly flashed up on everyone's cell phones. The moment the photo appeared, the two heard the police officer next to them give a soft "fuck".

The police officer's pager then also heard the voice of their captain, who was furious to the extreme: "These are the fucking photos that the police just took of the scene to get evidence! How did they get their hands on it?

Everyone's attention was caught.

It was a photo without any mosaic treatment.

The photo is a bizarre, hunting, and highly impactful picture of a man's body, strangled to death on a large, messy bed, his tongue sticking out, and naked, with only a pair of red high heels being placed on his feet.

This king-size room will look so familiar to all you students. Isn't this the hotel run by Huchuan?

Every year when the school season starts, many parents of students come to send their children to report, will choose to stay in this hotel. The hotel environment is good, with the Shanghai pass student card can be discounted, welcome a wave of parents after the start of the school tide, followed by a long stream of student couples business patronage.

The crowd was filled with exclamations of "oh my god", mostly from boys, as girls were a bit more timid, and many of them had already turned their heads away in tears at the sight of the death scene. Boys to this kind of visual stimulus acceptance is relatively high, many boys have seen that this is his and his girlfriend often go to bed sheets place. Fuck, now the gentle land has become a killing field! Where would you dare to open a room here in the future, seeing the same big bed will make you impotent.

He Gongzi had never patronized this kind of civilian hotel, moreover, he didn't have a girlfriend to take to a room, so he frowned, for a moment not understanding why there was a sense of stupidity in addition to horror in the "I'm going to go" of the boys around him.

However, he interpreted something else from the image, and he turned back, not caring about his previous mutual attacks with Xie Qingcheng, and looked straight into Xie Qingcheng's face.

Then he caught the same suspicion as himself in Xie Qingcheng's gaze--the

Cheng Kang Psychiatric Hospital.

This method of killing has subtle echoes of the Cheng Kang psychiatric hospital.

Firstly, there is the dress code. The dead were obviously male, but they were dressed in feminine clothes and accessories at the time of their deaths. Liang Jicheng was fully clothed in women's clothing, and this body was wearing red high heels.

The second was music. Both He Yu and Xie Qingcheng could never forget the song Jiang Lanpei hummed softly as she separated the bodies in the office, thinking Xie Xue had been killed, and the madwoman's eerie humming from the doorway: "Throw the handkerchiefs, throw them, gently put them behind the little children, don't tell them! Don't tell him..."

The third was the letters WZL, which corroborated the mysterious message the two of them had once seen in the Neverland cave.

Gradually, more and more students became aware of Jiang Lanpei's similar killing methods, and whispers of fear permeated the crowd.

"...... Jiang Lanpei ..."

"Yes, it's the song Throwing the Handkerchief, she was singing it when she killed someone, I read about it in the paper..."

"Do those red high heels look like the shoes Jiang Lanpei was wearing in the picture of her that appeared in the newspaper?"

"Geez, I hear 'shoe' stands for evil and 'sends you away' ......"

A student, probably scared silly and a bit out of control, screamed and shouted, "It's really Jiang Lanpei! Jiang Lanpei Knightly Ghosts Demanding Life!!!"

It was like an explosion all around when that voice was shouted.

He Yu told Xie Qingcheng that after Jiang Lanpei's tragic death, because of what happened to her and the way she died, a saying began to circulate among the students at some point that "if you write the name of the scummy guy and the way he died, with Jiang Lanpei as the name, the ghosts that the woman transformed into will come to claim his life! "The story was spread among the students at some point.

Now this photo certainly echoes this campus weirdness, and with the zoomed-in projection of countless cell phones, it's inevitable that students' emotions will be greatly stimulated.

Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the police officers and teachers in charge of evacuating the students raised the megaphones in their hands and used all their energy to shout over there:

"Quiet!!! All students! Don't crowd here, follow the teacher back to the dormitory! We will keep you safe!"

The students were herded forward again as if they were ducks, but one eye remained fixed on the murderous photo.

The result of over-protection on weekdays is that students have a low tolerance threshold for such images, and when they really see such bloody and horrific scenes, they can't take their eyes off of them even more instead, and are scared and terrified, and the more they are scared, the more they want to see, and the more they want to see, the more confusing it becomes.

The security evacuation was already difficult, but at that moment, the footage from everyone's cell phone videos changed again.

The picture of the dead man disappeared, and the overriding content returned to that "WZL Handkerchief Throwing Game of Death".

But there was a slight change in the picture compared to earlier.

Behind the W, the name of the deceased "Wang Jiankang" is accurately typed, the little handkerchief-throwing cyborg next to his name has gone black, all the smiling little people playing the game have frozen there, and the image is fixed on the scene of the little boy's head being ripped off.

Underneath W Wang Jiankang, the letter Z, followed by the electronic children, which had been standing still, now began to rotate rapidly. The little electronic girl with the red handkerchief is running in a circle with a smile, hovering behind the "kids", ready to drop her handkerchief at any moment. ......

The second round of the killing game, has begun.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu looked at each other, both remembering the line in the Neverland guestbook "WZL will be killed recently."

At the time they all thought WZL was one person's initials, never suspecting that it actually started with three people's names ......

W, Wang Jiankang is dead.

Z, who could it be again?

Suddenly, He Yu's cell phone rings.

He Yu froze, and took a second's pause before picking up the phone with less adaptation when he saw the caller's name: "...... Dad."

He Jiwei was just coming out of the airport when he saw the message from his secretary about the Shanghai Transmission Video Murder: "What's going on at your school? What's with the security, how could something like this happen."

He Yu didn't answer.

He Jiwei: "Where are you now."

"In front of the school auditorium."

"I'll have Bureau Lee send someone to pick you up."

"No need." He Yu looked around, people are almost blocked into sardine cans, not to mention Xie Qingcheng is still standing next to him, if he is picked up by a police car at this time, it is estimated that Xie Qingcheng does not say anything, but in the future will look at him in the eyes of another octave lower. "No need, the police car can't drive in. I'll go back to the dormitory later."

"Then in case there's any situation-" but He Jiwei had also heard the chaotic commotion over He Yu by now, and he paused and sighed, "Do you have any acquaintances around you right now? "

He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng.

I also wondered if this man counted as an acquaintance of his.

Or was it just a cleanly ended doctor/patient relationship, as they had both decided before.

"Hello? He Yu, are you there?"

He Yu was just about to speak when he heard a boy's voice ring out on the other side of the cell phone, "Dad! You walk a little slower, I left something on the plane, I need to go talk to the crew."

"...... "Hearing the movement over there, He Yu's eyes faded a lot, "It's okay dad, I have someone I know over here."

He said, looking at Xie Qingcheng.

"I'm with Dr. Shea."

"Xie Qingcheng?"

"Well ......"

"What's he doing with you, he's attending to you?"

He Yu can't really say.

Xie Qingcheng has been giving him a hard time ever since the hotel, and doesn't seem to have done much serious psychological counseling for him.

But he somehow seemed to be much better. His attention wasn't entirely focused on Xie Xue.

He hadn't realized before that he didn't have much trust in Xie Qingcheng, and he always felt that Xie Qingcheng was just taking advantage of the fire to get himself into trouble. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that this might be a form of treatment that Xie Qingcheng has given him.

In addition to physiology, psychiatric Ai Bola also has important psychological influences. Xie Qingcheng is not a purely pharmacological therapist, but pays more attention to the guidance and establishment of the patient's spiritual world. Sometimes it is appropriate to say that he is a little bit inclined to idealism.

This is why Xie Qingcheng is not suited for short-term counseling but is suited for long-term companionship; therapists like him usually don't repeat, "You're sick, let's talk about it, and you can talk to me about whatever you have to say."

He tends to intervene psychologically with his patients in the usual way, in a way that is most relevant and least noticeable. He always wanted his patients to feel normal.

In this aspect of psychotherapy, sometimes it is not possible to look at how specialized and flowery the doctor in the process says he or she is.

In fact, ultimately what people want to see is what kind of comfort the patient gets and what kind of change in mental state they have.

He Yu realized that all this time he had been arguing with Xie Qingcheng and racking his brains to deal with his trips, he had actually gotten over the initial shock of losing his love.

He was slightly out of breath from this discovery and looked up at Xie Qingcheng : "......"

He Jiwei : "Why don't you talk again? What's wrong again?"

"It's fine." He Yu coughed lightly and turned his eyes away from Xie Qingcheng, "Yes, he's treating me."

"This Xie Qingcheng ...... kept him before he refused, invited him he did not want, preferred to volunteer."

He Yu can not say that he had a previous onset in the hotel to gnaw the person, stimulating Dr. Xie, Dr. Xie could not see it before he went along with the pipe. Only had to awkwardly say, "He ...... he just occasionally looks. Not fixed."

He Jiwei paused for a moment, "That's fine. Then you follow him, don't go back to your own dormitory, what's the safety of hairy little kids getting together, you follow your Dr. Xie and go back to his dormitory with him."

He Yu : "...... Dad, this isn't quite right."

"What's inappropriate? He brought you up as a child, he's willing to help with this."

"He's not my doctor anymore."

"One size doesn't fit all. Isn't there a favor outside of the employment relationship? Otherwise, why would he still give you a medical checkup once in a while? Besides, it's not like he's made a bad scene in our house, so why is the math so icky and clear? If you're too embarrassed to talk, just give him the phone, I'll talk to him."

On the other end of the phone came He Yu's younger brother's voice again: "Dad, why are you leaving so fast, who is it? He Yu?"

"...... I know." He Yu didn't want to hear any more as soon as he heard that voice, "I'm hanging up first."

After closing the line, He Yu dropped his gaze on Xie Qingcheng and coughed lightly, "That--"

Xie Qingcheng : "Your father asked you to go back with me."

"...... you heard me."

Xie Qingcheng gave a hmmm, and He Yu walked along with the crowd. The school is closed now, so Xie Qingcheng can't go back to Shanghai Medical College, but he can go to Xie Xue's dormitory, he just talked to Xie Xue, and he also knows the password of the electronic lock.

The two of them easily followed the crowded crowd back to the dormitory, Xie Qingcheng opened the door.

"Come in."

The living room lights were flicked on, and the homey atmosphere of the house chased away the jarring oppression that had just been felt outside. Even though the terrorist act was still going on, in this environment it was more like watching from the other side of the room, and less suffocating than watching a movie where the police were fighting the murderer.

Not to mention it's Xie Xue's house, and they're greeted by a coffee table full of junk snacks and cuddly bear muppets when they walk in the door.

And there were two bowls of Little Raccoon Cup Noodles left to lose.

He Yu: "......"

Xie Qingcheng : "......"

It's hard to terrorize up.

Xie Qingcheng closed the door, loosened a collar button, and with a sullen face began to pick up the garbage for Xie Xue.

He Yu looked at the living room with no place to stay, although he had come to Xie Xue's place before, but Xie Xue would clean up after herself before inviting him in.

I didn't realize that an unkept room could look like this, comparable to a recycling bin scene.

For a moment, he thought it was even more shocking than the photos of Wang Jiankang's murder scene, and that it was hard to connect such a filthy house with Xie Xue's usually clean and fresh appearance.

He leaned against the doorway with his hands behind his back for a moment before cautiously asking, "Is ...... usually like this?"

"It's always been like this." Xie Qingcheng, who had long since gotten used to being a father, expressionlessly picked up one of the bears that Xie Xue had thrown on the floor, patted it clean, and rearranged it back on the counter.

He Yu: "............"

"You go boil some hot water and make two cups of tea."

"...... good."

When He Yu was making tea, he noticed that Xie Xue had thrown two sets of tea utensils in the sink, and in the filter bag there were some teas, black tea, which Xie Xue didn't like much.

Something vaguely flashed in his mind, but before he could think much about it, he heard Xie Qingcheng talking to him in the living room, "Take the hidden tea on the third floor of the tea cabinet, I drink hidden tea."

He Yu answered and focused on finding the Tibetan tea his "Mr. Xie" had asked for in Xie Xue's pile of randomly stuffed snacks and beverages, and didn't think about the black tea bags and the two sets of tea utensils any more.

The house was quickly cleaned up, Xie Qingcheng looks especially harsh, especially elite, especially high above the world, but in fact that is just a level of him.

A man who could start pulling his sister, who was eight years younger, up when he was still a teenager was never going to be any kind of a savior.

Xie Qingcheng was bending over the last stack of books thrown on the carpet when He Yu made the tea and came out with the tray.

He bent over beautifully, for his legs were straight and long and his waist thin, and when he went down his shirt was taut, and the strong lean waist under the shirt could be seen plainly.

When he saw He Yu coming, he straightened up and lifted his hand to put those books back on the shelf, he looked at him with a sideways glance, his jaw lifted slightly, and signaled for Secretary Koga to put his stash of tea on the already-clean coffee table.

Secretary He: "I brewed the Snowy Cold Fragrance. Didn't take it wrong."

"Uh-huh."

After collecting his things and going to wash his hands, Mr. Shea took a seat on the couch and tugged his collar loose.

Although they were separated by a wall, they could still hear the clamor of people outside, the sound of police sirens, and even, if Xie Qingcheng turned his face slightly sideways, he could see the tower that looked like a blood-red sword of judgment through the living room window.

And on the cell phone, the little girl behind Z throwing her handkerchief is still spinning.

Xie Qingcheng : "Hacking?"

He Yu : "Definitely. The locking range is mobile electronic devices and broadcast towers in this area."

He said, probably because he found it annoying that Xie Qingcheng and his cell phone were playing the video at the same time, and probably out of a hacker's habit of being competitive, he opened his cell phone and began to enter a code command.

"...... There's something interesting, they're using the latest equipment from the US, I've been in contact with it once." It didn't take long for He Yu to say softly, "This device has a wide radiation range, but there are bugs, getting rid of the controls isn't really difficult."

He stared intently at the decrypted code on the screen, making code breaks into the other side's defenses.

A few minutes later.

He Yu's cell phone was really quiet.

His cell phone detached itself from the radiation of the other man's technology and he tossed it aside absently.

"That's it?"

"My skills shouldn't be considered bottom of the barrel." He Yu, one of the top five hackers on the dark web, says modestly, "He shouldn't have committed a crime against me in any way."

"And can you stop the radiation throughout the region?"

He Yu smiled a little, "No, you can't do that without the genuine equipment. And this is a police matter. If I involve myself in it, I'll easily become the target of investigation instead. I won't set protection on your cell phone, keep it to watch the video."

He has a point. Xie Qingcheng responded.

He Yu sat down opposite Xie Qingcheng and asked, "By the way, do you recognize that Wang Jiankang?"

Xie Qingcheng is a professor of medical science in Shanghai, and Wang Jiankang is in all probability a staff member of Shanghai University. He Yu is just asking casually, I did not expect Xie Qingcheng took a sip of snow cold incense Tibetan tea, closed his eyes, leaned his neck to the sofa, actually spit out two words: "Recognize."