Unbelievable, the truth is this

"Xie Qingcheng ...... You really didn't have any extra favor for me at that time?"

"......"

Xie Qingcheng's direction was against the light source, in the darkness of the night, He Yu couldn't see what kind of expression was on Xie Qingcheng's face, and only felt that the hand supporting him trembled gently.

"Xie Qingcheng , why do you have to go."

He Yu asked again - at this point in his life, it was amazing that he was still calm. It was as if the more frightening and critical the scene was, the less it mattered to him.

"......"

"...... You lied to me, didn't you, that it wasn't just time, was it?"

The look in that kid's eyes.

This teenager's eyes.

Just like that, calm, childish, stubborn, but also seems to be ...... indifferent. In this way, looking straight at him.

Digging three feet into the ground, I couldn't find an answer.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly felt unable to face his eyes like this, and he closed his eyes, "...... I will take you out first."

With time running out, he insisted on running out of the archive with He Yu. When they ran from the silence of the room to the noise of the outdoors, there were police lights rotating in front of them and sirens blaring in their ears, as if they had fallen into a kaleidoscope of worlds.

Zheng Jingfeng's men had also discovered the true meaning behind the L and deduced where it was located, as red and blue flashes of light like a tidal wave plowed in from all sides.

While Xie Qingcheng was holding the bleeding He Yu tightly and walking down the steps, Zheng Jingfeng opened the car door with a bang and got out of the car.

The chief of the criminal police on this mission had a frosty face, a panther's eyes filled with concern and anger, two conflicting emotions that were like a shadow play on his face, a brilliant display of swords and shadows.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

"The archives are going to explode. You can't let anyone back in."

These were the first words spoken by Xie Qingcheng as he approached Zheng Jingfeng.

Zheng Jingfeng looked like he wanted to strangle both of them and handcuff them, but his eyes met Xie Qingcheng s eyes ...... The eyes that were very similar to Zhou Muying s made him actually become afraid to look at them at the last moment.

Xie Qingcheng had blood on his cheeks. Zheng Jingfeng didn't know whose blood it was, but the blood made him feel incredibly guilty.

Yes, he is keeping Xie Qingcheng away. Xie Qingcheng is not a police officer and is not qualified to be involved that much.

Even if what's in front of him concerns the unsolved case of his parents' deaths nineteen years ago. He could only say to Xie Qingcheng, "This is a secret, you have to give it to us.

However, the action power of an organization is often lower than that of an individual, and the more formal the organization, the more so. What's more, I'm afraid that there are black police in the bureau now, not to mention that the other gang seems to be a cross-border criminal gang that makes good use of high technology, so Xie Qingcheng has given them the problem for nineteen years, and up to now they have not been able to give Xie Qingcheng an answer that lands on the ground. Even the deciphering of the archives, because of the constraints of all parties, they came slower than Xie Qingcheng.

"Hurry up and retreat back." Zheng Jingfeng had no time to be surprised or ask more questions, and immediately turned his eyes away from the walkie-talkie.

"Archives detonated, all fall back!"

After he finished speaking, he took Xie Qingcheng and He Yu into the police car, and was the last one to go up, slamming the door behind him.

When I got into the car, everyone around me looked at Xie Qingcheng with a very strange look.

Not far away, the broadcasting tower seemed to have resumed its normal light projection, and Xie Qingcheng glanced over to see that there was no longer a scarlet handkerchief-throwing game of death, but images of human figures swaying above it, an advertisement perhaps, but he didn't have time to take a closer look before the car roared to life.

By this time, the main road of the campus had been largely evacuated, and the police car sped along, red and blue lights flashing, fleeing for a few hundred meters, and then--

"Bang ！！！！"

There was a muffled thunderous tremor from behind them, followed by a stone-cold thud, accompanied by screams from those who saw the scene on all sides.

Rumble ......

The archive building did explode ......

Bricks and mortar crumble like mountains, suddenly covering the past.

Xie Qingcheng Leaning against the car, as long as through the rear window glass, you can see the rolling flames rising in the direction of the archives, rolling the winds of the earth like the crime and punishment are wrapped into it, twisted into fragments, broken into pieces that can no longer be put together.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and never looked back from the beginning.

The clues are in pieces, and he can ...... t go back.

......

It took a long time before the deafening explosions stopped.

The car was quiet, everyone's attention focused on the crime scene. The police car stopped and the police got out one by one, outside was the sound of whistling wind, the sound of flames crackling in the distance, and ......

Suddenly--

"What's your complaint?"

A man's voice.

The sound was loud, coming from several cell phones in the car together.

"You have a complaint, you go talk to the hospital."

Xie Qingcheng paused and opened his eyes - was he hallucinating from the shock? How did he hear his own voice speaking.

"Don't try to theorize with me here."

No, it's not a hallucination.

He suddenly realized something, and opened his eyes abruptly--

It's the video!

It's amazing that that cell phone video transmitted throughout HU hasn't stopped yet!

On top of that, the same content as the cell phone projections is being shown on the broadcast towers.

The moment he looked at the video projected from the Cantonment Tower, he immediately understood why those policemen looked at him just now with an oddity in their eyes that should not have been there.

The video had been playing for some time, at least until He Yu and Xie Qingcheng came out, and the Cantonment Tower had been overrun with video footage.

Xie Qingcheng turned on his cell phone, which had been turned off, and it was immediately abducted by the hacker's bandit signal, and he received that video feed synchronized in real time with the Cantonment Tower.

That was myself several years ago.

He was wearing the uniform of the HU1 hospital, with the light blue HU1 coat of arms tattooed on his snow-white lapel, a plasticized work name tag and two pens pinned to his chest. The scene around him was chaotic, with patients milling about in the hospital, and he stood in front of his section door with a pudgy woman in front of him.

"......"

Xie Qingcheng immediately knew which day this happened. But--

His face changed slightly and he went to see He Yu.

He Yu frowned, still not fully realizing what had happened, but it was clear to him that this was the video that the hacker had wanted him to click on to see if it was "worth it".

His shoulder was still bleeding, and a doctor from the police force was treating his injuries urgently, and the other man said to him, "I'll clean up the wound and stop the bleeding, but it's going to hurt a little, so bear with me."

He Yu said absently, "Thank you."

Pain, blood, and even death really didn't mean anything to him.

He gave his full attention to the lighthouse whose light was changing.

The picture goes on and on.

The pimply-faced woman in the video is howling, "Who are you to ask me to show the relevant documents? Why are you asking the security guards to check me? It's not easy for me to come to see a doctor. It's so hard to get a number for a specialist at your hospital, and all the numbers have been snatched up by scalpers! You have to add five hundred dollars to buy a place to see a doctor! Why?"

"Not only do people have to die poor, but they also have to be treated differently by you doctors, right? Do you think I want to be so dirty and smelly, I close my stall at 4:00 a.m. and I'm waiting for the door to open, waiting in line, do I have time to be as clean and fresh as you are? I'm really not a bad person!"

But young Xie Qingcheng looked coldly at the woman who fell down crying in front of him, holding her knees, her hands in the pockets of her white coat, and her expression was indifferent: "After that incident of Yi Beihai, you are sitting like this at the door of my clinic, but you are not my patient, I know what you want to do?"

Woman: "I just want to see a doctor!!!"

Xie Qingcheng expressionlessly, "You want a cure, I also want safety, please, don't sit in front of my clinic, go to the internal medicine department if you need to go to the internal medicine department, go to the neurosurgery department if you need to go to the neurosurgery department, I can't match up with the number that you're clutching in your hand here."

"But the rest of the place is full, and the floor is not allowed to sit, I can easily find an empty seat, I just want to take a break, I've been standing all day ......"

"Save that for the security guards, I'm just a paid doctor. Don't want to risk dying in the line of duty."

The surrounding patients originally did not want to argue with the doctor, are still desperately holding back their anger, but seeing the woman was Xie Qingcheng fierce tears, Xie Qingcheng spoke so aggressively, can not help but anger from the heart, some people at Xie Qingcheng yelled: "What are you doing ah! You don't have a mom? Yi Beihai is an example, you don't have to kill all patients with one stick, right? A selfish person like you is no match for Mr. Qin Ciyan! Do you deserve to be a doctor?"

Xie Qingcheng's eyelids lifted, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes that were sharp to the point of being somewhat mean, "Whether you think I'm worthy or not, I'm a doctor."

"I don't think it's worth dying for a patient, and being killed by a psychopath is even more unjust to the point of ridiculousness, doctors are just a profession, don't render egoless sacrifices and engage in moral abduction day in and day out."

His lips opened and closed.

"A doctor's life is always much more important than the life of a psychopath who can't control himself. Do you understand?"

"......"

The back of the video footage was a mess, with someone in the crowd pushing and shoving the filmmaker, and the footage was so shaky that it was hard to make out anything but the agitated cursing of the patients.

Countless cell phones were broadcasting the image, and a single screen window flashed with light, scattering it all quickly to all corners of the Internet.

For a while, the cell phones in the car, whether they were Xie Qingcheng's or those of the rest of the police force, as long as they weren't set to completely silent mode, were all vibrating nonstop. Those were messages sent to them from one chat group and individual.

He Yu sits in the seat of the police car while paramedics tend to the gunshot wound in his shoulder. Throughout the viewing of the video, he leaned his forehead against the windowpane and quietly looked at the Cantonment Tower.

Watch the video that the other hacker tried to send him and he chose not to open.

Xie Qingcheng felt his heart sinking.

So that's what this is about.

The other side exposed this incident of He Yu in order to interfere with him.

Suddenly he wanted to say something to He Yu, but he didn't know what to say, and there didn't seem to be anything he could explain, he stopped watching the video, he knew exactly what he had said and done at that time.

Therein lay sins that he could not even explain, secrets that he had to hold fast to hide - right now, just turned over to the eyes of all.

He didn't care, when he did and said that, he knew that in the future he would have grievances, a lifetime of criticism, and that there was a price to pay for everything. And he was ready to die keeping that secret for the rest of his life, and knew very well what kind of future he would be facing.

But at this moment, his eyes fell on the stoic youth next to him ......

He Yu's shoulder is still dripping blood, the doctor is treating it with a hemostatic bandage, and the sweetness of the blood still permeates the semi-enclosed police car command vehicle.

Xie Qingcheng had no reason to think of just a few hours ago, when he had first leveled his eyes at the youth.

He Yu gave him his hand. No one was willing to help him at that time, even Chen Man chose to obey the rules.

But He Yu said, "I can help you."

The hand that reached out, long, broad, clean, beautiful, even the nails were very neatly trimmed, you could tell it was a pampered young master with good habits.

No blood, no injuries.

There are only vague old scars on the wrists, but they've all healed.

--

"Why are you ......"

"Because that's the same action you used to do to me."

"......"

"I haven't forgotten."

The stinging blood pained Xie Qingcheng's eyes.

The video footage that could not be stopped also came into He Yu's view.

The picture changed again.

It's in the hospital conference room.

Xie Qingcheng seems to have completed some excellent academic presentation, and the institution is recognizing him for his title.

But the coworkers applauding below were not enthusiastic, and the timeline would have been shortly after his confrontation with the patient.

The dean asked him to say a few words, and Xie Qingcheng stood up and calmly swept his eyes over the individuals below.

He didn't say a testimonial, what he said was, "This is my last presentation in this House and I have decided to resign."

"......"

A couple of brainless interns are still mechanically clapping.

But after a couple of shots, the intern doctor came back to his senses, his eyes widened in surprise, his mouth grew, and he looked at Xie Qingcheng with the same bewilderment as everyone else underneath him.

Xie Qingcheng was the youngest and most capable doctor in the hospital, so powerful that he seemed like a pervert. Before him, there had never been a deputy chief doctor of this age in Shanghai No. 1 Hospital, even if he had made some inappropriate remarks a while ago, the past is the past, which doctor has never had a conflict with a few patients in his life?

But Xie Qingcheng said he was resigning.

The dean's expression suddenly became stiff, and he laughed dryly twice: "...... Dr. Xie, you go down first, work matters, the meeting is over."

The medical director was also forcing a smile and took the microphone: ''Dr. Xie is in a bad mood these days, right? Professor Qin had such a thing, none of us can accept it, Dr. Xie and Professor Qin's department is close, once upon a time the relationship between colleagues must also be very good, and at that time you witnessed Professor Qin's sacrifice, you have some emotions we can understand ......"

"I don't know Qin Ciyan well." Xie Qingcheng interrupted her, "I'm not in a bad mood because of Professor Qin either."

"I just don't want to be the next Qin Ciyan."

Some of Qin Ciyan's students below couldn't help themselves, "Xie Qingcheng how do you talk? What do you mean you don't want to be the next Qin Ciyan! My teacher has dedicated her life to the medical profession, how can you--"

"But I don't want to."

"......"

"Being a doctor is just a profession to me, and I will do what I have to do, but I don't feel it's normal to sacrifice my life in this position."

"And I don't know why a large part of you here should be in tears over this, or even proud of it, and should disregard the safety and security of patients whose procedures are faulty. Prof. Chin is honorable, but he is to blame for what happened to him in the end. Why did he operate on a mentally ill mother with incomplete procedures."

Qin Ciyan's students rose up in a huff, "Xie Qingcheng, you--!!!"

"Forgive me for being completely unable to understand."

The conference room was a mess, and Dr. Little's grief and anger all spilled out, "What are you talking about!"

"What blame? Do you think Professor Qin's death was his own fault?"

"Xie Qingcheng, have you forgotten how you used to talk about the mentally ill? You were the one who was all in favor of letting them live in society, to be tolerant of them, to treat them like ordinary people, why have you changed now? Now you're scared when something happens, aren't you? You saw with your own eyes how Prof. Qin sacrificed himself at his post on the day of his accident, and you're scared!"

"You watched him get thrown down in a bloody heap, you saw the blood in his office and you cringed didn't you? You're afraid that one day it'll be you who encounters something like that! You're in contact with all the psychopaths, you're far more dangerous than he is! If you're afraid, just say so! No one will laugh at you! Don't belittle Prof. Qin's sacrifice, okay?"

Xie Qingcheng said coldly, "Yes, I am afraid."

The young doctor gritted his teeth, "Then what are you saying about treating the mentally ill equally-"

"May I ask how you speak to cancer patients. Do you just say you are sorry you are going to die soon."

Xie Qingcheng did not have a single expression on his face, his brows as cold as frost and snow, "You guys wouldn't say that either."

"Truth is truth and words are words. It's important to me as a mental health physician that I give my patients hope and encouragement and make them feel like they're being treated like a normal human being."

"But ask yourselves, which of you would really have no hard feelings toward dangerous psychiatric patients? Who of you would be willing to be alone with them, or even to put your life in the hands of those patients without reservation."

"......"

"Which one of you made it."

"So ...... what you said are nothing but pretty words on the scene ...... you simply ...... you simply... . you are simply a hypocritical villain who has become a whore and wants to set up a house of cards!!!"

Xie Qingcheng does not argue with the person who has lost his temper, he is still very calm, calm to the point of being almost cold, cold to the point of being almost cold blooded. He said, "Qin Ciyan may be a saint. I'm just a regular guy. When I go to work and put on these clothes, I'm a doctor who sees patients, and when I get off work and take off my clothes I have a family, a wife and sister to take care of. I'm not as conscious as he is."

"......"

"You can be Qin Ciyan if you want."

Xie Qingcheng said, taking off the just-acquired appraisal badge and placing it back into the red velvet-padded satin box. Eyes extremely sober, extremely calm-

"I just want to be normal."

The video was put here and the screen suddenly flickered twice.

Suddenly it went out.

WZL death game countdown has ended, the police can no longer tolerate the other side of this inch of behavior, the control of the dissemination of information is a long time ago can be taken back, just because the terrorist attacks involving the innocent residents of Huzhou so that they do not dare to make a move, but only to let the other side of the arrogance.

At this point, they could not let the picture go on, the order came from above, and the "Bloody Sword" radio tower, which had been bustling all night, finally seemed to wake up from the devil's manipulation, and was disconnected from the main valve.

There was a loud bang and a big power cut.

As if the stage curtain call, the radio and television tower of the whole lost its luster, instantaneous disappearance of half an inch of light, it in this night's "storm" after the complete return to the dead, like paralyzed in the middle of the campus of the beast, without any vitality.

Behind the Radio and Television Tower, the fire was still burning, and the rushing flames reddened the night over the archives. Police officers stood in a circle near the century-old building trapped in the roaring flames. Someone dialed 119 for emergency communications.

There is a clamor from all parts of the campus, and no one is sleeping tonight.

Inside the car, on the other hand, there was dead silence.

The video is gone.

The scene is over.

But He Yu's eyes stayed fixed on the Cantonment Tower-he was very calm, so calm that it was even a little scary, just looking at the lighthouse, which had gone completely black, without moving.

--

"The vast majority of psychopaths are normal human beings giving feedback on the abnormal circumstances they find themselves in ......"

"Unequal social relations, a dysfunctional atmosphere, the culprits for the major psychological blow to 'them', ironically, originate almost entirely in the family, in the workplace, in society, in 'us'. "

"He Yu, sooner or later you'll have to come out of your inner shadow on your own."

"You need to rebuild bridges with people, with society."

"I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Hey, kiddo."

"Don't you hurt ......"

"......"

Those words that Xie Qingcheng said back then, those words that pried open the shackles of He Yu's heart and made him more or less willing to regard Xie Qingcheng as a different kind of encouragement, those words that gave He Yu comfort when he was extremely troubled, all surfaced at this moment like mustard seeds and dust, and appeared indescribably absurd and cold.

He Yu looked at the lighthouse.

The lighthouse was lightless, and the bottom of his eyes were terribly dark.

By the count of days, almost the same time these videos were shot, not more than a month apart, Xie Qingcheng resigned from his position as his personal physician and fled as if he were trying to get out of a dragon's den and away from some malignant infectious disease.

The doctor was clearing his wounds, and that gunshot wound in his arm actually seemed to be suddenly in severe pain.

Why else would he feel chills all over his body?

And why the pale face?

"...... He Yu."

"......"

"This is something I ......"

He Yu heard Xie Qingcheng's voice next to him.

He waited patiently for Xie Qingcheng to finish his sentence.

One second, another second.

But Xie Qingcheng did not continue.

These are indeed his words, whatever the cause, whatever the purpose, whatever the secret hidden therein, these are his words, and in the wave of the Qin Ciyan affair, He Yu was indeed the one he sacrificed.

Then, there really wasn't any reason for him to explain more to the teenager.

At this moment, He Yu suddenly felt that it was ridiculous--he had hated the doctor, and he had hated Xie Qingcheng at the beginning, so what did Xie Qingcheng rely on to gain his trust, and what did he do to make him open his heart a little bit more or less to him?

Isn't it the so-called equal treatment, isn't it seeing him as a part of normal society, supporting him to come out of the darkness of the evil dragon's lair to touch the ten-thousand light outside?

But where he could not see, where he did not know, after Qin Ciyan's accident, before Xie Qingcheng left, what did this man say?

He Yu slowly closed his eyes, and he felt as if he had been slapped on the cheek by someone without mercy.

The slap, because of the heavy years that separated it from his face, was not so heavy when it landed on his face, and He Yu thought that he would not have any emotional ups and downs at all because of it.

It's just that between the flesh and blood, vaguely, there will eventually be some slight tingling.

"All right. The wound is bandaged for now, I'll send someone to take you to the hospital." The police force officer in charge of medical work told He Yu, "It still needs to be treated quickly. Why don't you come with me to the other car."

"......"

"Classmate?"

He Yu opened his eyes.

He was too calm, too calm to be scary.

Xie Qingcheng's cell phone has one call after another, concerned, anxious, confirming the ...... purpose of different calls are at the moment crazy influx.

Xie Qingcheng didn't pick it up.

He looked at He Yu's profile.

And He Yu just meekly said to that doctor in the police force, "Thank you, it's really troublesome."

With long legs, he got out of the car with a calm stride.

He took a few steps forward, and it wasn't until this moment when he had to go ahead first that he was finally willing to stop, and turned his face slightly sideways, the red and blue light of the police lights tracing a shifting rim of light on his bare side.

He laughed softly, the firelight flickering in his dark eyes, "Thank you Doctor. I can't imagine that the truth turns out to be like this."

"......"

"After all these years of pretending, you've really sacrificed too much too, it's been hard on you."

"......"

When he said this, He Yu thought it was really ironic.

For so many years, his greatest fear was to be treated as an alien.

It was Xie Qingcheng who came into his lonely nest and gave him a beautiful faith, giving him, for the first time in his life, armor, and making him believe that one day, he too could find a bridge to normal society.

He was so firm in believing Xie Qingcheng's words, even if he hated him again, even if he drew such a clear line, even if Xie Qingcheng once walked so mercilessly, he still understood him, still holding those words of encouragement like a fool, wearing the armor that he gave him, persistent, after so long.

But inside that armor, it turned out to have thorns.

He thought it could withstand the cynicism from the outside, but it triggered a thousand thorns and ten thousand knives from the inside when he was caught off guard, and it wounded him, from head to toe.

The creed Xie Qingcheng gave him was false.

Even he lied to him.

"Xie Qingcheng, if you're so afraid of me, you could have actually just told me from the beginning."

"You don't need to be in your face and behind your back, not to mention that you don't need to tell me so much against my will. That way, it's not as ......"

He Yu stopped and didn't finish the sentence.

His figure was lonely, and his voice was still remarkably calm after all - just as Xie Qingcheng had once expected, just as Xie Qingcheng had once taught him. Calm to the core.

He Yu finally just laughed, his hot blood is still in Xie Qingcheng palm, his cold smile has drifted into the wind.

And then he turned completely around, without looking back, and followed the police team in the direction of the other car.