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The first 10 minutes before Lin Sheng returned to "home".

Ten o'clock sharp at night.

Xinbei Road is a night street. At ten o'clock, the nightlife gradually enters the noisy time, and the street that is not so lively during the day begins to come and go, bustling with people.

Today is Saturday, and it is rare for students who wait until the weekend to come out for supper with their classmates, office workers who have just finished overtime and come for supper, night cats who come to nearby nightclubs to dance disco or seek sex, there are too many people to count with the naked eye.

This street has both high and low consumption. At ten o’clock, people will enter the break point, like an abrupt and isolated "paradise" and "wine pool meat forest". In a word, there are many people here, like It is much more common for swimming fish in the deep sea.

Qi Ye stood at the door of the only hotel on this street and looked up, looking at the unusually eye-catching warm lights outside, finished the last plug connection action in his hand, clapped his hands and stood up.

The staff standing beside Qi Ye had a good tone, but asked tentatively: "What are you going to do?"

Qi Ye didn't answer this question, just looked at this eye-catching hotel, and rarely spoke again during the nearly half an hour of silence: "Is the rooftop on the top floor open?"

"We don't usually open."

"Who has the key."

"At Manager Wang's place, you want to..."

Qi Ye turned his head, glanced at the awkward lobby manager beside him, didn't stop looking, turned his head back, and said in a cold tone: "You have to confess your love at night, the more people see it, the better. The rooftop took a microphone and said that there will be fireworks.”

This reason is very similar to what a rich second generation who spends his days drinking and drinking all day would say. It is clearly not a serious matter, but the manager was relieved when he got this answer, and nodded in response.

"That's it...then I'll go to Manager Wang to open the door for you right away. Look, the audio equipment is ready. Do you want to go directly to the rooftop with me?"

Qi Ye didn't pay attention to this tone, he hummed in response, and the manager didn't stay any longer when he got the answer, and led the person into the hotel with a smile, ready to Go get the key and open the roof.

It's not surprising that the manager has such an attitude. After all, this hotel, together with Xinbei Road, is owned by Qi Ye's family. The little prince, they might not even say that the whole room is free of charge in the hotel tonight. It's strange, the most is to make a phone call and ask Mr. Qi at the top.

And Qi Ye's father, that is, this Boss Qi, once said that as long as the little prince doesn't want to kill people and set fire to him, he doesn't need to be informed about what he does, and he can do whatever he wants.

This fanfare confession is naturally not within the scope of murder and arson, so the people in the hotel let Qi Yeai do whatever they want, and they don't even need to make an extra phone call, just listen to the little prince's request and prepare everything.

The street of Xinbei Road has been popular for more than 30 years. The family property left by Grandpa Qiye, so most of the buildings are old-fashioned, even the only hotel on this street.

Because it is an old-fashioned building, it is not as tall as the current hotel, only seven floors, but fortunately it covers a large area so it can accommodate a lot of people.

On the seventh floor, Qi Ye stood on the edge of the roof and looked down, neither feeling how high nor how scary.

"Look, you don't have any fireworks here, do you want me to buy them for you?"

"Someone will deliver it in a while, you go, don't let people come up to bother me, and turn on all the power of the stereo and microphone when you get down."

Listening to Qi Ye's words, the lobby manager wished he could turn his head and leave now, after all, who would be willing to blow the cold wind on the rooftop this late at night, so he nodded his head and said, "Hey, okay, then call me if you have anything to do. "

The answer followed the footsteps as they walked farther and farther, Qi Ye stood by the roof and lit a cigarette and smoked it unhurriedly.

The weather tonight is fine, there is no fog or cloud, the sky is very dark, with dots of stars embedded in it, Qi Ye looked up at the stars, and finished smoking the peach oolong flavored cigarette in one gulp.

The cigarette butts were thrown under his feet and crushed bit by bit. Qi Ye still looked at the sky, and took a long time to look away. The hand in his pocket was also drawn out as he walked towards the gate of the rooftop, slightly blocking it The hoodie of the line of sight was also taken off.

He took out the lock he had prepared in his backpack, and locked the door of the roof from the inside.

The preparations were basically completed. He took his bag and walked to the side rail facing the hotel gate on the roof, and sat on it with one hand.

On the seventh floor, this kind of sitting posture with legs dangling outside, not to mention the person involved, even the people below will feel subconsciously terrified when they see it, but Qi Ye just took the manager and put it on the edge as if nothing happened. The microphone of the hotel stereo.

He blew into the microphone, and at the same time, a breath sound came from the speakers in all directions around the hotel. The connection of the speakers was fine, and the sound was loud. At this point, Qi Ye lowered his eyes and looked at the people downstairs looking up. People instantly understand.

Without much hesitation, he took out an old mobile phone from his pocket and clicked on the recording on it. The content in the recording began to be played in all directions around the hotel as the microphone passed through the sound system.

"Isn't it just a girl? How much money do you want if I give you money? As for asking you to challenge your father here?"

"Did I kill her? Did I fucking commit suicide by pretending to be a chaste woman? Besides, did I pay her a penny less for emergency surgery? Did I pay her a little less for later treatment and maintenance? Or did I do it?" Didn't she pay?"

"I'm going to go out now and find another place like her that costs less than 100 yuan. She spent [-] million yuan on first aid in the initial stage. Isn't I being kind enough?"

"You want to sue me? Just because of a woman, you want to sue your father? Heck, go ahead, do you have money? Do you know how to find a lawyer? If there is no evidence, who the hell dare to give you a lawyer who can't afford it? Fei's underage fight?"

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"Recording? You little bastard has too many eyes and dares to record! Bring it to me immediately!"

"Do you still have a fucking backup? Okay, okay, your fucking wings are stiff."

"But don't forget about Qi Ye, this woman is a vegetable now, whether she can wake up and whether she can receive treatment later depends on whether I am willing or not!"

"You pay? Chick, do you still remember how much your mother spent on bipolar disorder? Do you know how much I dragged on to find foreign experts? You pay for the best equipment and the best medicine? How much a year? Can you afford a million dollars Qi Ye, vegetative care is much more expensive than your mother's."

"You couldn't afford the money back then, and you still can't afford it now!"

"If you don't want this woman to shut up completely within two days, then shut up for me, and I will tell you money, as if this never happened. After all, I'm the only one of your kind, and you're still the little prince of the Qi family. "

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The sound of footsteps walking back and forth due to irritability, the sound of glass being smashed, the fierce confrontation, the roar of a teenager breaking down, and the ugly roar of a well-known "big philanthropist" are like a torn mask and a secret , instantly exposed to the eyes and ears of the public.

The turned-on mobile phone camera, the flashlight, the noisy and fragmented discussions, the door smashing outside the roof, and the sound of calling, continuously entered Qi Ye's ears, and the power supply of the microphone and audio system was cut off as expected by Qi Ye.

There was still a little bit left in the recording, Qi Ye had already prepared to open the backpack, took out the electric speaker with the highest power inside, and continued to play the recording of the phone, although the sound was not as clear as that of the large-area speaker , but in the end it can still be heard by people from all directions downstairs.

The electric horn and the mobile phone were placed on the sidebar next to the sound, Qi Ye opened the cigarette case, lit the lighter, lit a cigarette with a little bit of sweetness again, and let the smoke follow the white mist sucked into the trachea Passed into the lungs, sticking to a little familiar breath in memory.

The sound of slamming the door and shouting were still intense, Qi Ye exhaled a mouthful of thick smoke, watched the white mist slowly dissipate in the dark night, and was finally blinded by surprise.

He squinted his eyes, suppressed the slightly glaring dryness, and let the cigarette slowly come to an end.

The last sentence of the recording was perfectly matched with the last puff of the cigarette, Qi Ye crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, picked up the phone after the playback, and turned off the flight mode that he had prepared earlier.

The network signal of the mobile phone was restored, text messages and calls came overwhelmingly, Qi Ye was not surprised, just waiting for the next call to come in, and then answered it.

Roaring and cursing angrily, appeasement and reassurance, Qi Ye listened to Qi Zhengqun's words as if he was listening to a joke, waiting for the last patience of the person on the other end to be exhausted, Qi Ye finally He exhaled the last puff of smoke trapped in his lungs.

He looked up at the starry night sky expressionlessly, and said to his father who always had a philanthropist face on the other end of the phone.

"Qi Zhengqun."

"Let's go to hell together."

The cursing and hello sounds on the other end of the phone were still coming out, Qi Ye glanced at the time one last time, and then threw the phone aside nonchalantly.

It's 10:30, and all the recordings and videos that were scheduled to be sent have also been sent where they should be sent. There is only one last thing left for him to do.

Qi Ye picked up the electric horn that didn't spread the sound any more, he looked at the crowds of spectators gathered under the rooftop, and waited for the people who appeared in his sight to be as densely packed as ants, looking for trouble The gossip reporters also arrived with microphones and cameras, and the electric speaker once again played its last remaining heat.

The boy's voice was as cold as winter water.

"Have you heard clearly, the real face of a philanthropist?"

"In [-] years, my mother was diagnosed with severe bipolar disorder. In two years, Qi Zhengqun searched all the experts and gave my mother the best treatment. The final result was that my mother committed suicide at home at the end of [-]."

"All the media reported how Qi Zhengqun took care of his family and loved his wife after my mother died, but who knew that my mother's bipolar disorder was forced out by him."

"Who ever wondered why so many carers didn't see a patient commit suicide by cutting his wrist?"

"For no other reason, Qi Zhengqun is tired of pretending, so it's time for my mother to die."

"My mother is gone, and I want to fight with Qi Zhengqun to the death, but he threatens me with my lover. In Xincheng, he wants an unknown person to disappear quietly. It's not easy but it's not difficult."

The title of lover is too solemn, it should not appear on a 19-year-old boy, but on the contrary, it is this rare solemnity, which makes the listener know in an instant that the person who is called this must be alone in the boy's heart. One is important.

"There are people I love living in this world, and my mother hoped that I would live a good life. This matter can only be concealed as a thorn in the bottom of my heart, dark and opaque."

"At the beginning of 17, my lover was raped by Qi Zhengqun. It was my fault that I didn't protect her well. She committed suicide and was rescued too late. She was in a vegetative state with an oxygen tank for the rest of her life."

"Qi Zhengqun and I have completely collapsed, but he still used the same old method as my mother did at that time, threatening treatment expenses. The fee of several million a year is beyond the reach of the nominal little prince."

"I hope she survives, even if she is a vegetable who can't speak, but I can still bet that she will wake up one day."

"Too bad it never will be."

"Private hospitals, intensive care units, specialists, 24-hour nursing, no one noticed the oxygen mask falling off at night."

"The so-called high fees and hard work are ridiculous."

"I shouldn't have trusted a mad dog in heat in the first place."

Qi Ye looked at the crowd below, who lowered their heads and discussed in detail but no one spoke loudly, as if they were reading a text that had nothing to do with him, and the extremely suppressed emotions were not wavered.

The half-grown boy didn't miss this world at all. His mother's suicide and the last light in his life left were enough to drive him crazy.

He never cared about what other people think of him, and it doesn't matter what he slanders or scolds, let alone when this life begins to count down.

But in the last few minutes, what he can still think of in his mind are those who regard him as friends, and the one who makes him feel the most emotional is Lin Sheng, whom he has known for less than two months.

He didn't like to be nosy, but he was patient enough to say a few words that Lin Sheng himself couldn't say.

It's not for anything else, it's just about his father's experience. This exposed mask is so similar, it's disgusting enough to make his stomach churn.

Or, it was because of the pair of pear dimples that resembled to the extreme.

Qi Ye picked up the electric horn, and the sneering cold voice came out again.

"An average donation of [-] million yuan a year is enough for charity, and building mountainous areas to support children is kind enough. Those of you who hold him up to heaven, do you know that he also rapes children?"

"The youngest I know is 14."

"Are you still foolish enough to believe in what's on the surface?"

When a person is about to die, his words are good, but this kind of goodness is not what everyone wants to hear. Most people will be so stubborn that they will not hit the south wall and give up because they want to save face.

"Don't rush to scold people. Isn't the reputation of being a good father, a good husband, and a philanthropic entrepreneur given to him by most of you? You are the most ridiculous one who contradicts yourself."

"Lin Sheng of Xincheng No. [-] Middle School, my friend, how much do you know about his father, an acting school from the beginning to the end, and when that mask is torn apart like Qi Zhengqun today, will you think carefully?" extremely, or guilt?"

"Let me tell you, you won't."

"You will only be silent, or turn around and start the next round of mindless cursing that seems to be advocating justice and seeking justice for victims who have been slandered for a long time, but is actually venting your emotions."

It's not that Qi Ye doesn't like to talk, it's just that he feels that talking with people who don't understand the three views will only make him sick, so most of the time he has a cold silence, but today is because of that timid My friend made an exception.

All these words that are forced not to be scolded, let him say it, and it will be regarded as... a birthday present for the coming year.

"As for those who attack people because of homosexuality, did homosexuality kill your relatives? Set fire to your house? Or is it fucking blocking your way on the road?"

"Now turn around and ask the so-called people around you who say they love you until they die, will they still like you if you change your gender in the next second?"

"According to them, they will just kick you hard, spit on you, call you disgusting and let you die. Don't fucking deny that this is what you people are doing."

"Like a person is to like his soul, not the genitals used to distinguish the bathroom in the mall. How long will it take for this pure and simple truth and the four words of respect for others to be understood by everyone."

"And how many disgusting things have you done to those so-called "envoys of justice" who went to crusade, do you want to expose them? Exposing them will only make you all become the target of public criticism."

"Is it cool to disturb other people's lives and eat human blood steamed buns to find a sense of existence?"

"It's fucking disgusting to live in a world with people like this."

Qi Ye's words stopped here, this was the most he had spoken in the past two years, he had said everything he needed to say, and the words of the crowd below were also caused by his mention of Lin Sheng, causing another wave of things.

His words in favor of homosexuality attracted many rebuttals in the trivial discussions, and even the last sentence shouted let him die, he was too lazy to listen carefully, meaningless words would only make people feel noisy and boring.

Qi Ye took out the last cigarette in the pack, smoked the whole one in three or four puffs, the iron gate on the roof finally couldn't hold it anymore, the shaking sound became more and more obvious and louder, Qi Ye went from the roof to Look down, he's still waiting, waiting for that disgusting piece of crap.

Things went well. When the door of the roof was finally pried open, Qi Zhengqun also hurried over in a private car. The crowd around the hotel entrance rushed towards him in the distance. Qi Ye squinted his eyes and spit out Take the last puff of cigarette.

He watched the downstairs leaving from the hotel entrance, huddled into a crowded crowd, and smiled ironically with the corners of his lips curled up. The rebellious young man raised his head, and in the clear night sky, uttered a sentence repeated in his throat. Cavity flow extruded words.

"It's fucking disgusting."

A gust of cold north wind shattered the young man's cold voice.

"Brother Qiu! Brother Qiu! Brother Qiu!"

"Why are you in such a hurry, calling for your soul."

Chou Sen was flipping through the stack of purchase orders in his hand, and was extremely worried about the recent messy things. Hearing the bursts of hurried calls, his irritable mood was even higher, and it was good that Lu Jie was by his side. The side suppressed a little.

The waiter who called was obviously running all the way, propped himself on the table to breathe a sigh of relief, and then continued.

"That Qiye... huh... that little prince is causing trouble in their hotel. It's quite a big scene. The reporters are here. They seem to be exposing something about his father. The scene is almost blown up." .”

Hearing this, Chou Sen paused while turning over the list, his delicate brows furrowed in an instant, with an expression of knowing what was going on, he was only silent for a moment, then stood up, and walked out while talking to Looking at Lu Jie who was following at the same time, he said.

"I hope this little brat won't make any trouble."

Lu Jie listened to Chou Sen's words in silence, but his face already had an expression of knowing the outcome. He turned his head and told the waiter: "Close the door tonight, just say it's closed for business."

The waiter was a bit puzzled when he heard that the door was about to close suddenly, but after all, it was the boss's words, so he did as he asked without asking.

Chou Sen's bar is on Xinbei Road, but at the very end, it takes 10 minutes to walk to the hotel in the center. As soon as Chou Sen leaves the shop, he rushes towards the hotel, only hoping that he can catch up with the work. Arrive before the worst.

But after all, it was a step slower as if it was destined in a film and television drama.

The quiet but lively young man in my memory is like a black butterfly abandoning its wings at this moment, jumping down from the tall building.

Scarlet blood splashed all over the ground in an instant.

The screaming crowd, the rushing police, and the scene blocked by the yellow line, Lu Jie tightly held Qiu Sen, who was panting heavily but stopped in place, stunned.

tonight.

Destined to be sleepless nights for all of them.