Xie Qingcheng, I have never forgotten you!

Zhang Yong's death photo has disappeared, and now all that's left is the last splash of blood-red text--

L.

The final game of the Handkerchief Throwing Murder Game, has officially begun.

"You tell me exactly who all the L's are that you have locked up."

Inside the bedroom, Xie Qingcheng took a hard drag on his cigarette, one hand against the wall, the fingertips of his other hand pressed against his temples, his peach blossom eyes floating upwards, staring at the flash of blood on the distant broadcasting tower.

The Jung team on the phone spoke to him at length.

Xie Qingcheng restrained his emotions, "I'm not going to talk to you about all this nonsense. You give me the list."

"......"

"A while back I sent a guestbook I found at HU to the police station, it said that WZL would be killed recently, and it was addressed to Jiang Lanpei. i thought it was something useful for your police so I sent it back. You don't have to hide it from me, that kind of book wouldn't be there for no reason, and it matches the information on today's murder video."

"Shay ......"

"That was a message from your informant, wasn't it?"

Xie Qingcheng stabbed him right in the heart, and he couldn't even deny it.

Xie Qingcheng gritted his teeth, "So WZL is going to be killed this thing, you guys have known for a long time, but I'm afraid the informant is also half-knowledgeable, he can only write the information he knows in the book, to give you a reminder, so that you can decipher--WZL, counting the days, you guys should have been for a long time to think about this message. WZL, counting the days, you should have been thinking about this message for a long time, long enough to lock down a list. Zheng Jingfeng, don't tell me you don't have this."

Zheng team long sighed: "...... I can not hide from you Xiao Xie. You listen to me, I understand your feelings, this matter in exchange for anyone, who can not stand, but ......"

Zheng Jingfeng's words changed, and Xie Qingcheng's cigarette burned the side of his finger, causing him to shiver slightly.

"But we have to keep it a secret ......"

Xie Qingcheng suddenly burst into flames, as he seldom did when he was so emotional: "Secrecy? What secrecy? When my parents died, you couldn't find out anything, it was just a car accident! How long did I talk to you? How much did I have to pay to get an answer? You guys know everything but can't find any evidence! So many years ...... I because I still have a sister, and then I gave up, I can't care so much ...... but now these people are hanging around right under my nose, you and I say confidentiality?"

"Xie Qingcheng, you're not a cop after all, you need to calm down ......"

"I'm the son of the fucking victim!"

"......"

"Those people who killed my parents, who exactly are they, it's possible for me to find a living soul to ask today." Xie Qingcheng's eyes were crimson, his forehead pressed against the cold window pane, "Tell me. How do you want me to calm down."

"......"

"How do you want me to trust you Zheng Jingfeng. nineteen years and you haven't given me an answer. Now even this video murder hacker countdown invasion you guys can't stop, you don't need to talk to me, I know those people are Taoist, how many possibilities are there that they can still get out in one piece this time?"

"Zheng Jingfeng Officer Zheng, do you understand what it's like to know only darkness for nineteen years and not be able to wait for a single truth! I've been holding back, I've been waiting."

"...... I understand. But ......"

"I have understood you for nineteen years, can you understand me this day."

"...... I understand, I understand ......" muttered the other, seemingly at a loss for words.

Xie Qingcheng paused, his words bloodied.

"Team Jung. If you really understand, give me L's list."

"......"

"Or I'll find a way to get it myself."

"......"

A few silences.

Zheng Jingfeng Finally still said, "Alas, Xiao Xie ah, you listen to your Uncle Zheng a word of advice ......"

He went on to say something very persuasive, but that was the last straw that broke Xie Qingcheng's back.

He suddenly burst into a rage and kicked over the seat next to him, "Fuck off! What's the use of that? Don't you ever come back and talk to me like that again!!!"

Xie Qingcheng threw his cell phone heavily on the table, his forehead pressed against the wall, bumped and bruised and floated red from the emotion.

No one in the world, not even Xie Xue, had ever seen this face of his. His chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were red and crawling with blood.

He was quiet for a moment, looking back up at the Cantonment Tower.

The broadcast towers and these tens of thousands of cell phone casts are synchronized in real time, and the handkerchief-throwing video game behind the L is taking its time.

Xie Qingcheng tried his best to calm himself down, picked up the cell phone again with trembling fingers, adjusted his breathing, and went to dial Chen Man's number.

"Doh ...... doh ......"

"Hey, Shea."

"Chen Man." Xie Qingcheng mumbled to the man on the phone, "...... There's one thing, see if you can help me."

Chen Man paused for a moment, "Brother, I will do whatever you ask me to do. But ......"

"......"

Chen Man's voice became very hard, "But I know what you want to do now."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't stand it any longer, so he touched the cigarettes again, and barely managed to get one out between his teeth, but he couldn't light it.

He tossed the lighter aside in annoyance and bit heavily on the layer of filter paper. "You know?"

"I know, and now almost the entire public security of HUU is monitoring this. HUU's mobile signal ports have been hacked to force the transmission of the death video, and while our people have intercepted the hacker - we've received another anonymous threat of a bombing attack at several locations in HUU if we block the video. We can't be sure if it's true or not at this point, but it's something we can't afford to gamble on." Chen Man's voice looked tired, "Xie, I know what you want."

"......"

"You saw what I saw. I know you're trying to find L, stop him from being killed, and ask who really killed your parents back then, and what organization."

Chen Man said here, his voice choked a little, "I also know ...... I also know that my elder brother was to get back a truth for your father, for his master back then, he just ...... he just ......"

Chen Man sniffles on the other end of the line.

Xie Qingcheng's knots rolled up and down, his throat slightly bitter.

Chen Man didn't cry in front of him, but across the current, his tears seemed to fall on his heart as well.

"You can't do this favor can you?" Xie Qingcheng asked softly.

"I can't ...... it's a rule ...... I, I'm only a base too, I don't have access to secret keys that high, and I ...... I'm a cop ...... I ......"

"......" Xie Qingcheng said nothing more.

He can scold Zheng Jingfeng, even if Zheng Jingfeng is his elder. But in this case, he can never scold Chen Man.

He just said, with infinite weariness, "Then forget it."

"Shea, I--"

Xie Qingcheng has hung up the phone.

He lay in bed, time passing around him minute by minute, and his whole being was cold, from his fingertips, to his heart ......

"Dad! Mom!!!"

"Don't go over! Xie Qingcheng!!! don't go over there!!!"

Nineteen years ago, on the night of the rainstorm, he lost control of himself and was about to lunge at his parents when he finally reacted to who the two cold corpses were that had fallen in a pool of blood.

His dad's coworkers hugged him, and several people, all of them, rushed over to stop him.

"Who is the murderer? Who is the murderer? Who is the driver!!!"

"......"

"You guys let me through ...... you guys let me see a little more clearly, could it be a mistake, could it be the wrong person ......?!"

The officers were in tears, but the hold on him never let go.

"Shay, don't be like that."

"The driver fled, we'll look into it ...... will definitely look into it and give you an explanation ......"

But what account did they give him?

He realized later that there had been no escape. The surveillance that had been pulled up showed that the car was simply unmanned, and appeared to have been maneuvered by some remote device that slammed straight into his parents, and then that device activated an explosive program, and the fire came up instantly, burning the evidence inside the cab cleanly and completely.

Dry, clean.

Clean enough to be undetected for nineteen years.

Xie Qingcheng lying on the bed, more and more feel cold, his trembling hand can not light a cigarette, reluctantly open the phone, from which to find a file, and keep looking at the images in it.

"Click."

The bedroom door opened.

And that's when Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and turned off his cell phone, and on his cell phone, calls began to come in one after another -

There were his parents' old coworkers, Xie Xue, and Chen Man.

He didn't answer anyone's, letting the phone ring one after another, stinging his eardrums.

"Jingle Bells ......"

Suddenly, the cell phone stopped ringing.

What followed was the sound of a shutdown.

Xie Qingcheng took his arm to cover his forehead and eyes, only then did he slightly open his eyes, and through his flexed arm, he looked numbly at the youth who had turned his cell phone off.

"I heard everything." He Yu said.

"......"

"You never told me that your parents left like this."

Xie Qingcheng inclined his head, he didn't cry after all, only his eyes were so red that he wanted to get up and go out, these things were beyond He Yu's comprehension.

Xie Qingcheng didn't want to say too much to him.

He sat up, picked up the cigarette with his still slightly trembling hand, and lit it several times, but there was no strength in his hand to light it.

The lighter was picked up, clicking, and He Yu lit the Zippo for him, bringing it to Xie Qingcheng's lips.

"......" Xie Qingcheng took it and took a drag, before the trembling in his body slowly calmed down a bit.

He Yu sat beside him and quietly watched him finish his cigarette.

He felt that Xie Qingcheng was actually very powerful, and after encountering such a thing, he only lost some control of his emotions, did not lose his temper, and did not have a mental breakdown.

But such a helpless Xie Qingcheng is still rare in his presence.

He appeared to be very fragile, and He Yu is used to his strong, such a fragile Xie Qingcheng, looking for everyone, no one is willing to help him can help him Xie Qingcheng, let He Yu have a never before, want to give him a hand to the feeling.

He looked at Xie Qingcheng so desperate yet reticent, and suddenly, he felt something familiar.

He stared at him for a while ......

Then he remembered.

It was very much like his own self at the onset, eight, nine, ten ...... whenever he was in the most agonizing pain, he would be so helpless, yet so silent, unwilling to say anything to anyone.

And what did Xie Qingcheng do to himself at that time?

...... for too long.

He Yu was surprised how he remembered.

It was after Xie Qingcheng became his personal doctor that ...... he had his first attack.

That day the villa was as quiet as a barren mound.

He sat alone on the stone steps where the hydrangeas bloomed, and without crying or fussing, he fumbled for a sharp silver knife and slowly and methodically cut away his own flesh and blood, as if he were dealing with a set of skins that had nothing to do with him.

He Yu enjoys the smell of blood when he has an attack, he's bloodthirsty. Though the power to hurt people is not there, it's always right to do it to yourself no matter what.

He watched with indifference as the blood ran down his hands, felt his heart grow mossy, and the cruelty extended from his core to his limbs ......

Suddenly, deep in the flowers of endless summer, a calm voice rang out--

"Hey, kiddo."

He Yu ate a shock, immediately not moving to hide the blade, hands behind the back, and then in his childish face to clean up a clear area, piled on the naivety that a child should have. He raised his head and realized that the person who walked out from the flower room was the Xie Qingcheng who was wearing a white coat and was still very young.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him condescendingly, "Hide what."

"...... is nothing."

He Yu never befriends anyone and naturally wants him to go away.

The sharp blade in his sleeve pressed against his skin, and it took a great deal of effort to restrain the desire to use it to do violence to someone else.

But Xie Qingcheng clutched his wrist and forced him to put out his hand. The blood-stained knife fell to the ground, and Xie Qingcheng saw the blood-soaked cut on his wrist.

He Yu tensed up and waited for him to scold him.

But after waiting for a long time, he only waited for the doctor to say, "...... don't you hurt?"

He froze.

His parents knew he was sick, but they seemed ashamed of his illness. Especially his mother--

"You're not allowed to hurt anyone, you need to learn to self-regulate, I can understand how hard it is for you physically, but how can a child have so much mental pain? It seems you're still not strong enough."

He listened quietly to his mother's admonitions of such and such, as he did every time he was taught. He did as they asked and lived into an award, a trophy, a compliment.

He was in pieces, every piece of flesh and blood to be put under a microscope for inspection.

He can't afford to be wrong.

So, with each attack, he carefully hid his pain and internalized it into his calloused heart.

He had to be good, he couldn't even yell about the pain. There was no point in shouting, no one would really care.

Gradually, he actually lost the instinct to cry out in pain. It didn't matter anymore.

Like the evil dragon in the fairy tale book who grinds his teeth and sucks his blood, with his spiny skin and sharp claws, he has never flown beyond his own reef. It is his own insides that he tortures, it is his own limbs that he engages, and he has transformed all those perverted ailments that would disappoint into scars that cannot be easily shown.

As long as he doesn't go into harm's way, he hasn't missed his illness, right?

Each mark of fishy-sweet blood was a mark he had branded himself with, a shackle he had chosen to bind himself with in order to be a normal human being.

His own blood was the only offering he gave for the disease.

All of this he had gotten used to a long time ago.

But it was the personal physician who had to break the iron shackles of his self-binding bonds, to step into his cold, lightless lair of evil dragons, to touch the sores on his body in all their depths, and then ask him, "Hey, kid, don't you hurt?

A faint but shuddering low growl of a young dragon escaped his insides, only to be hastily avoided as the man reached out to try and touch his wounds, dragging his bloody stump with him, his spiny, thorny dragon's tail slapping anxiously.

He's not used to being questioned.

Much less used to being cared for.

He said, "I'm not in pain.

I don't hurt you don't look at me like that! I'm not going to hurt anyone, don't you lock me up, don't interrogate me, don't come near me, go away ......

Instead, his hand was squeezed, and the young doctor yanked out the arm he'd been hiding underneath, running down his sleeve.

The cold blade fell to the ground.

As far as the eye could see, the warm blood was still crisscrossing the body of the young, tender child who, in the heat of the moment, had cut himself with the tip of a knife in an attempt to restrain his impulse to hurt.

The young dragon looked like it had been startled by something, and even dropped its mask of a well-behaved and docile human, revealing the ugly Little dragon's face behind it, woefully battered and bruised.

He slapped his thorny dragon's tail, displayed his sharp pointed teeth as he drank and roared, and with all his wariness was anxious to drive this intruder out of his lair--

"None of your business, don't touch me."

Ignoring his resistance, the young doctor wrapped his hands around his cackle and picked the tiny child up in one arm and slung him over his shoulder.

"Don't move."

He Yu struggled to get up, disgusted with the smell of disinfectant on him and the faint astringent scent of medicine on his sleeve.

No longer able to hide his tyranny, he grit his teeth and whispered a threat that was also a warning.

"Let go of me or I might hurt you ......"

"......"

The doctor faded, "Do you have a specific plan on how you plan to hurt me."

Returning to the specially packed out treatment room in the villa, the doctor threw him onto the small soft children's couch, threw the door shut with a bang, and then went to the drawer to take out a disposable mask and put it on. When he turned his head, He Yu only saw Xie Qingcheng's pair of deep, cold and sharp black eyes.

It was the first time he was not gazed upon and envied as a "role model".

It was as if he was suddenly an awkward child in such eyes, justifiably blundering and being ridiculous, and not even wrong to reach out and ask for candy.

So he froze and forgot to run away.

Xie Qingcheng washed his hands and eliminated them at the sink, then said, "Hold out your hand, I'll bandage it."

"...... It's okay. I don't care." He Yu looked away, clutching his bleeding wound, refusing to believe the man in front of him.

Xie Qingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "You're used to the smell of blood, used to violence, and even indifferent to self-harm because of it, aren't you?"

He Yu whispered:

"Aye. It's something that can't be changed, and I don't want to bother you with a cure."

Xie Qingcheng indifferently said, "I'm getting paid."

"......"

"Kid, do you think self-mutilation is the right thing to do? Is being bloodthirsty and crazy and twisted inside a thing that should be ignored?"

"You even want to hurt yourself, you do not even value yourself. The smell of blood too much, there is nothing humane, slowly, more and more crazy, more and more numb, as soon as the life are like grass and stubborn stone, you do not regret it? You do not hurt?"

......

These conversations, it's as if they still happened yesterday.

Even if Xie Qingcheng later left and his relationship with him faded, he always remembered that day as the first time someone like that had put their hand out to him and asked him.

Don't you hurt.

How do you not even value yourself ......

He Yu watched as the man hung his head and smoked the last bit of his cigarette.

He suddenly said, "Xie Qingcheng, you want to know who the police locked up L, don't you?"

"......"

"Don't you feel bad. Maybe I can help you."

Xie Qingcheng Suddenly raised his head and looked at him with wide-open peach blossom eyes.

"Don't forget." He Yu said, "I'm a hacker too."

"......"

"The equipment they are using is cutting edge, out of habit, that kind of equipment is one side of the world that I know about, and just now I have also intercepted the other side's attack on my cell phone. Their programs are probably clear to me, and the technicians these people employ may not be something I can't break through."

He Yu wasn't kidding him.

His look was very serious, even solemn.

It was as if he was declaring with the mountain that had always stood in front of him with an insurmountable stance that he had long since grown up and was no longer the helpless boy from the endless summer of that year.

Xie Qingcheng was at a loss for a while, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were all in disarray.

After a long time, he heard himself asking, "...... Why are you ...... helping me."

He Yu was quiet for a while, and suddenly, he gave him his hand.

Like Xie Qingcheng, who had the courage to reach out to that sick, depressed, violent, bloodthirsty, self-injurious child.

"Because once upon a time, you did the same to me."

"......"

"Xie Qingcheng, I never liked you."

"But ......"

The scent of endless summer hydrangeas seemed to waft in again from the height of that year, and the standing man held out his hand to the seated man -

"Dr. Shea, I've never ...... forgotten you either."