The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

"Song Lin, male, 17 years old."

In a dimly lit room, a projector casts a huge picture on a white wall.

It was a photo of a young man.He was wearing a hooded sweater and jeans, his black hair not covered by the hat was a little fluffy, and his face was a little immature.The most obvious feature is that the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, which makes the youth in the sweater look more youthful and innocent in the photo.

"His current address is XX Street in this city..." A man with glasses and a mole under his eye stood beside the projection, read the address with a remote control pen that manipulated the screen to turn pages, and then continued, "By the way, this Song Lin is still a registered 'disabled person'."

"Wait, disability?!"

A voice suddenly came from the other side of the room facing the white projection wall, interrupting the man with the glasses.It was none other than He Lang who had met Song Lin the night before yesterday.

His voice was no longer as powerful and full of energy as the day before yesterday, but became a little weak.And it wasn't just his voice that was weak. At this moment, he was half sitting and half lying on the bed, and his whole body looked much paler and weaker.

Compared with the man who fought and shot the night before yesterday, He Lang looks very different today.

"Yes, the disabled." The man with glasses who was explaining to He Lang raised his hand and pushed his glasses, then pressed the remote control pen, "This is Song Lin's registration information for the disabled."

In the past, personal registration information that could only be found by relevant official agencies appeared on the projection on the white wall.

He Lang looked at the words on the screen: "Spirit... cognition? Do you have more specific information, Jun?"

"Ajun" is the nickname of the man with glasses, and his full name is Yan Shaojun.

"Actually, it's autism." Yan Shaojun explained to He Lang, "Song Lin was diagnosed with autism when he was almost five years old, and then his parents divorced because of this, and he was raised by his mother.

"His mother sent him to an autism care organization for teaching. It is reasonable to say that an autistic patient who started intervention at the age of five still has a great possibility of progress, but his progress is still slower than that of others of the same age, or even higher than Children who start to intervene later should be slower." Yan Shaojun turned the remote control pen in his hand, "I got his teaching video in the care organization, do you want to watch it?"

He Lang replied: "No need, you continue."

"Well. Song Lin's mother opened a small restaurant in order to raise him and support him to continue his study and treatment in a care institution. The business is not bad." Yan Shaojun clicked a photo of the entrance of the small restaurant, "Four years ago, Song Lin Lin had an accident at the entrance of this small restaurant."

"what?"

"He was hit on the head by a falling object. This is his admission record at the time. Generally speaking, it is more serious." Yan Shaojun pressed the button on the remote control pen, "It looks miserable, but in fact, this is his Turning point of life."

He Lang asked, "How to say?"

"Since then...his intervention has begun to take effect, and it has improved by leaps and bounds." Yan Shaojun showed several record sheets of caring organizations, "According to these records, Song Lin should have behaved similarly to ordinary peers, I can take care of myself... Oh, but I still don’t like to talk, I like to stay by myself, I don’t know what I’m thinking.”

"A blessing in disguise..." He Lang asked, "And then?"

Yan Shaojun pressed the remote control pen, and the projected content suddenly turned into a car accident scene, which looked very tragic.

"Then a year ago, his mother died in a car accident."

He Lang was taken aback: "Then he...?"

"He is underage, and his disabled status is still there, so his custody has been transferred." Yan Shaojun pressed a photo, which is a family portrait of a family of three, "Song Lin's custody is now in his mother's My sister, that is, his aunt, this is a photo of his aunt's family."

He Lang frowned and said, "Why did you push out the whole family?"

"Because this family has moved here from the town and lives in Song Lin and his mother's original house." Yan Shaojun sneered, "I got some testimonials from neighbors in the community... To put it bluntly, this The family members probably intend to occupy the magpie's nest."

Yan Shaojun pointed to the table next to him: "I brought the recording pen I used at that time, do you want to listen?"

He Lang refused, "Just give me a brief summary of the main points."

"The point is, Song Lin didn't get good care, let alone send him to some caring organization." Yan Shaojun said, "Song Lin likes to go to the city library in recent months, leaving early and returning late every day. I have never looked for it, and it is said that I will not keep food. Some students reported that his cousin Zhao Tiantian, who is the daughter of his aunt, has said more than once that he hopes Song Lin will get lost immediately."

He Lang frowned: "Is it abused?"

"There is no evidence of abuse, but there is a rumor in the community..." Yan Shaojun said, "This family seems to want the right to use the master bedroom, but Song Lin didn't give it. Once they go out, they will lock the door of the master bedroom. The family hired a locksmith five or six times while he was away, but they probably didn't succeed in opening the door of the master bedroom. The last time was to change the door lock. Song Lin couldn't go home, so he ran to the elderly activity center in the community to cry. , and finally he got another key."

He Lang commented: "It's pretty easy to see what's going on."

Yan Shaojun continued: "It is said that his aunt is trying to intervene in his mother's restaurant as the estate agent. However, the restaurant is currently fully staffed and does not need a new manager, so the woman has not been allowed to take power yet."

"That doesn't sound too far off."

"Yes." Yan Shaojun pressed the remote control pen in his hand repeatedly, "The following are all photos taken by people who followed him... What are you going to do?"

He Lang replied: "When I saw him the night before yesterday, he didn't look like he knew how to swallow his anger as you said."

"Maybe one of them is just an appearance, but we are not sure which one it is." Yan Shaojun continued to press the remote control pen, "I don't know why you are so urgent to investigate him, but Captain He, Sun Dacheng betrayed you, you You've been bitten and infected, and you really can't delay any longer! If the investigation of Song Lin is for your health, I advise you to make a quick decision."

"You make me think again." He Lang narrowed his eyes, and looked at the screen again.

"Song Lin..."

The projector casts photos on the white wall, one by one in rotation.The young man in the hoodie walks, eats, reads in the photo, and steps on the corridor home in the photo.

In the last photo, the young man is standing in the corridor, wearing a hoodie, and turning his face to the right.

It seemed to be looking at He Lang outside the screen.

Song Lin withdrew his gaze to the right.

He seemed to hear rustling noises on the other side of the corridor just now, but when he looked around, he didn't see any movement, so he simply gave up.

He pulled down the hood of the sweater, revealing a handsome and indifferent face.The corners of his eyes drooped a little, and the corners of his mouth rose up a little bit imperceptibly. Other than that, his facial features were ordinary. If he was thrown in the crowd, he would be overwhelmed by all living beings immediately.But if you look closely, you will feel that this face is very attractive, and it can even be said to be quite pleasing to the eye.

Especially those black eyes that were as black as ink, so deep that they could cover up all the strange brilliance.When people are stared at by it, they will feel as if they have fallen into the abyss.

Song Lin took out the key and opened the door.

total darkness.

He turned on the light in the living room, turned around and locked the door, changed his shoes, and walked towards the kitchen.

The kitchen looks tidy and everything is clean.Song Lin first poured a glass of water and drank it slowly. After finishing drinking, he opened the refrigerator.

There were some leftovers in the refrigerator, Song Lin took them out, and picked some up like a bowl.After grilling, put the bowl in the microwave for 1 minute and return the rest of the meal to the refrigerator.

He silently watched the warm glow of the microwave as it was running.

Ding!

When the time came, he took out the bowl, and without looking for another place, he just stood beside the counter and started eating.The food can't be said to be delicious, but it can fill the stomach.He didn't eat dinner until after eleven o'clock in the evening. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, but that he was better able to handle hunger.

"Song Lin, you actually came back by yourself."

A voice sounded from the kitchen door, charming and youthful, but the content was very vicious: "You are a fool, you have been wandering around the street all day, why didn't you get lost outside?"

The one who spoke was Aunt Song Lin's daughter, Zhao Tiantian.

Song Lin ate his meal quietly, as if he had never heard of it.

"Let me tell you, just disappear by yourself, so you don't have to point fingers every day when you go out for a stroll." Zhao Tiantian continued, "Anyway, you don't know how to spend the property your mother left you, and you don't know how to occupy the latrine. What are you shitting for?"

She paused for a few seconds, seeming to see that Song Lin was unresponsive, clapped her hands and smiled, "I forgot, what's the use of me telling you this? You're an autistic fool, you can't understand at all!"

A middle-aged woman's voice suddenly came from the direction of the living room: "Tiantian, what are you doing up in the middle of the night! Your cousin can't go to school, so you think you have no class tomorrow? Hurry up and go back to bed!"

Song Lin's aunt came out of the second bedroom, seemingly scolding Zhao Tiantian, but actually expressing her dissatisfaction with Song Lin.

"Mom, don't say that this idiot is my cousin, okay, I'm so embarrassing at school!" Zhao Tiantian turned around at the kitchen door, and said, "He came back so late to turn on the microwave, and I was just about to fall asleep , I was woken up by him, how can I still sleep!"

"Then it's useless for you to complain about him, and he doesn't understand." The aunt said, "Hurry up and go back to sleep!"

"I know, I know." Zhao Tiantian muttered and answered, and when she turned around, she found that Song Lin had almost walked in front of her. She was startled, and then raised her eyebrows, "What are you going to do!"

Song Lin's eyes swept over her, and without saying a word, he walked out of the kitchen beside her.

He walked to the door of his room, took out the key, and opened the door.

"Song Lin! If you're sensible, give up the master bedroom!" Zhao Tiantian yelled coldly from behind, "Don't think that I'm afraid of you because I'm sleeping in that small room now, it's my mother's pity that you still live in the master bedroom You! One day I will find a locksmith to pick your broken lock and throw all your things out!"

boom!

The only response to her was the door slamming shut.

"...Song Lin!!!"

The doorman's voice was separated from the girl, and Song Lin made a gesture near the door lock, and some invisible changes got into the keyhole, and it was impossible for even a skilled lockpicker to unlock it.

Then he approached the big bed in the room, and lay down on it, covering his face with his arms.

The north wind is blowing outside the window, and the city has fallen asleep.