Case File Compendium

At the age of eight——

The door of the house opened.

"Good morning, Dr. Xie. Dad asked me to come and say hello. He wants me to chat with you more."

He pretended to be well-behaved, but he was really ignorant, so he stood at the door of the guest room carved with endless summer patterns, and bowed to the young medical student sitting at the desk.

The doctor turned around and looked at him lightly: "Come in and sit down."

Then, at the age of ten—

He ran down the long corridor with a special test sheet in his hand.

"Thank you doctor, thank you doctor."

The door opened again, pushed by the boy.

Xie Qingcheng was standing by the window lattice, reading a copy of "Ode to a Nightingale". The boy's noise made him frowned. How many times did you say it?"

"My indicators are almost normal this time! I'm getting better!" He couldn't help but be excited, with fine sweat running down his face, "Look, doctor."

"If you get so emotional, it's time to get worse again."

Xie Qingcheng closed the poetry collection with a dull expression on his face, but he still beckoned to him casually: "Come in. Show me."

And then, at the age of 14——

It was gloomy outside, and he stood in front of the heavy door for a long time, then he knocked on the door.

The door of the house opened again.

The boy noticed at a glance that the room had become very deserted, and Xie Qingcheng's luggage had already been packed.

The answer is everything is clear.

But he still asked him unwillingly like a dying patient wanting to live: "Is what my mother said true?"

"..."

The empty wardrobe, the clean table, the suitcase in the corner, all the still lifes answered him silently.

But he only looked at Xie Qingcheng, who was stubborn, strong, and full of self-esteem, but asked again in an extremely humble manner: "Is everything she said true?"

Xie Qingcheng had an ironed coat on his hand, he sighed and said, "You come in first. We'll talk when you come in."

Finally, at the age of 14——

Not long after Xie Qingcheng left, He Yu was also leaving the country.Before leaving, he came to the closed door of the guest room alone. The boy's hair was a little messy, covering his eyes finely.

He stood silently for a long time with his head bowed like this, finally he raised his hand and knocked on Xie Qingcheng's door.

again and again.

With a creak, the door opened.

He Yu's heart lifted, and he looked in expectantly, but there was nothing inside—it was the wind that opened the door.

The guest room was dark, like an empty tomb, like a cold dream.

He walked in, and the only thing that could prove that Xie Qing had come was the last book he left for He Yu about rare diseases in the world. The book was placed on the table by the window, and he opened it blankly. With Xie Qing's light blue pen writing, his muscles and bones are straight, and he can see the tall and straight person through the words.

Congratulations to:

Little devil, one day, you will get out of the shadow in your heart by yourself.

I hope, I can believe so.

Xie Qingcheng

Gift

The young man raised his hand to touch the sharp and stern words, trying to absorb a little remaining tenderness from it, which might make him different from him and forget him from now on.

However, He Yu never admitted that in many subsequent dreams, he was on the banks of the Thames, on the beaches of Sicily, in the cold and foggy Danish polar night, and in the bright and warm Spanish summer.

From his pillow, he dreamed of going back to the old villa in Shanghai, dreaming of the long corridor covered with thick carpets.

Dreaming of the wooden door carved with endless summer dark patterns.

Then he dreamed that he was knocking on the door, again and again, helplessly, desperately—until the clock struck twelve, and in the dream he used to save himself, he dreamed of the heavy door It was opened from the inside again.

Xie Qingcheng stood in the guest room, like He Yu when he was a child, whenever he needed him, with an indifferent expression, but so reliable, like the best big brother in the world, the strongest man, the most attached, who cannot be separated from the doctor—

The man looked at him from top to bottom, as if nothing happened in between.

He just tilted his head lightly, and said as before, "It's you, brat."

"Then come in and sit down."

-

"Come in and sit."

"Little devil..."

But recently, everything has changed. Recently, even in a dream late at night, when He Yu opened the door, there was no one inside.

He can never go back to the corridor before the age of 14, and he can't push the door full of light.

My heart suddenly hurts so badly...

As a result, He Yu suddenly woke up—

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the bedroom.

Gauze was wrapped around the forehead, as were the wrists and ankles.

The curtains are drawn in the bedroom, and the AI ​​speaker is playing the news intermittently.

"The Shanghai University video serial murder case that shocked the whole country... The police revealed... It was a retaliatory murder. The police found evidence of Lu Yuzhu's purchase of hacking equipment in Lu Yuzhu's belongings. Lu Yuzhu is one of the suspects in this case. She She used to be the secretary of the Qingli County Party Committee, and she was the first girl in the area to be admitted to a university. Lu Yuzhu was majoring in computer information security, and the police suspected..."

Because the bluetooth signal is weak, the sound is intermittent.

"Another criminal suspect, Jiang Liping, is currently at large... Both of them had an improper relationship with the victim... Maybe... Cheng Kang was mentally ill... The two of them were inspired by Jiang Lanpei's murder and wanted to create a similar rumor. The terrifying atmosphere of 'Jiang Lanpei's ghost is killing his life'... But it does not rule out that the two know that the Jiang Lanpei incident has a deeper connection with it..."

The speaker was talking about Jiang Liping's escape.

He Yu lay on the bed, his heartbeat slowly calmed down.

The door in the dream disappeared.

He remembered the incident when he accidentally fell down the stairs.

He didn't move.Nothing happens.

He's still alive... He didn't think it was too much of a surprise.He just listened in such a numb manner.There are many follow-up reports on this incident. The strange murder case is the traffic code, and there are endless rumors about strange things.

He Yu was quite concerned about this matter before, but at this moment when he woke up from a coma and heard this thing on the radio, he just felt numbly——

What does it have to do with him.

Everything in this world has nothing to do with him.

Suddenly, a voice came from beside the bed: "He Yu, are you awake?"

He Yu moved his head, only now did he realize that Lu Zhishu was actually there.

When she came back, she was sitting on the side of his hospital bed worriedly. When she saw him open his eyes, she hurriedly said, "Before you—"

After a few seconds of silence.

He Yu opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse when he first woke up: "I know what happened before."

When he said this, he expressed a certain degree of surprise at her existence, and then said dumbly: "I told you to leave me alone, why are you always staying in Shanghai?"

Lu Zhishu didn't get the warm scene she expected after the mother and son met, and He Yu didn't feel grateful for her bed companion.

She didn't expect him to speak like this when he woke up, and she couldn't help but froze: "You, why are you talking to your mother like this?"

"Then how do you want me to talk to you? One mouthful and one honorific title? I'm not in the mood now. Do I know if I'm sick? I pretend to be gentle and courteous to you. This is my true face. Can't stand it? If you can't go back to Yanzhou to find He Li, don't hang around in front of my eyes."

Lu Zhishu was suddenly very angry. She was wearing a black lace see-through dress today, but she was too plump, and she was trembling with anger from He Yu. I left you out in the cold, but you won't...you won't..."

"I hope you will continue to treat me coldly." He Yu's eyes were cold, "I'm used to it, do you understand?"

"..."

"Please go out."

Lu Zhishu still wanted to say something, but He Yu's eyes had become a little scary.

"go out."

She staggered, but went out anyway.

He Jiwei also came back, and when Lu Zhishu went downstairs, he met him in the living room.

He Jiwei did not expect that when he entered the door, he would be greeted by a wife who was so angry with her son that she was crying.

Lu Zhishu hadn't been so weak in front of him for a long time.

She went downstairs, sat down on the sofa, took out some tissues, wiped away her tears, and turned her head away from He Jiwei.

He Jiwei: "...Did you quarrel with him?"

"He just woke up. I want to have a good talk with him. I want to find another private doctor for him. Recently, I saw that he took too much medicine. You also know that if the medicine fails in the end, his mental state There is no chemical method to control it." Lu Zhishu sniffed, but still did not turn his head, staring at the corner of the coffee table, as if that corner had some deep hatred for her.

"I'm also kind, and I care about him. I'm his own mother. Can I harm him?"

He Jiwei: "..."

"But he just doesn't listen, he's too hostile to me." Lu Zhishu took out a few more tissues and twisted her nose loudly. She wasn't like this when she was young.

"Old He, help me persuade him."

Lu Zhishu burst into tears again.

"I'm really wronged... You said, you said that I paid so much for him, but he didn't even know that I became what I am now for him... How much do I feel when he treats me like this? Uncomfortable? I am really wronged."

As she spoke, she buried her face in her thick, fat palms.

"I'm also a mother..."

The family relationship of the He family is actually very subtle, twisted, and weird.It's not the kind of atmosphere that a normal family should have.

He Jiwei read Lu Zhi's book for a while, then said with a sullen face, "I'll go up and have a talk with him."

He Jiwei went upstairs and came to He Yu's bedroom.

It is rare for the father and son to meet each other, and the black-haired man is bedridden again. In the next second, the scene of the father with tears in his eyes and self-blame will probably be staged.However--

"Snapped!"

A loud slap hit He Yu's face. He Jiwei was different from Lu Zhishu. He was usually serious and reasonable, but at this moment he couldn't hold back anymore, so he went up and scolded him: "He Yu, you have learned how to seek death. Yeah?"

He Yusheng received this slap on the ear, and there was not even half an inch of ripples on his face, but his face was turned away, and when he looked back, there was a faint bloodstain on the corner of his mouth.

He Yu was stained with blood, and smiled: "My God, why are you back? I haven't reached the point where I need you two to attend my funeral together."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"What are you doing backing away?"

"..."

He Yu's eyes fell on He Jiwei's leather shoes, and when the young man's indistinguishable smile spread, he saw that He Jiwei undoubtedly took a step back.

He moved his hands and feet slightly, and moved his gaze to the ceiling again.

Still smiling lightly: "Don't be afraid. I'm already tied up by you."

There were many restraint belts on He Yu's bed. He Jiwei and Lu Zhishu were hiding his illness from everyone, but they couldn't hide it from themselves.Although He Yu had never cruelly harmed other people or animals in public, almost all doctors rated his violence at an index similar to that of a perverted murderer.

He Jiwei's cheeks twitched, and he said after a while, "This is for your own good."

He Yu moved casually in the restraint belt, and smiled: "Thank you."

He Jiwei: "...When did the condition deteriorate so badly, and why don't you tell me?"

"I seem to be crazy," He Yu said casually, "What do you expect me to say?"

"He Yu, if you continue like this, you may have to be sent to the hospital for forced isolation." He Jiwei lowered his voice, his eyes were a bit complicated, "Do you want to lose your freedom? Locked up like an animal? Your mother and I will hide it for you It's been so long, just to let you be as normal as possible-"

"It's just to make the He family run as normal as possible, long and prosperous." He Yu looked at the ceiling and smiled lightly.

He Jiwei fell silent suddenly, as if his vocal cords had been cut.

"It's not that one day it became someone's gossip, what to say, the eldest son of the He family who looks glamorous and excellent in character and learning, turned out to be a lunatic. It's really hidden. It turns out that the He family is so bad——he still works in medicine Well, I can’t heal my own illness.”

He turned his head, his hands and feet were bound, but he smiled at Yan Yan with a terrifying expression: "Am I right? Dad?"

He Jiwei's face was gray and angry, but there seemed to be a trace of guilt towards He Yu in that anger.

He Yu couldn't see, his eyes were empty.

"After you gave birth to me, you found out that I was sick, so you just strangled me to death. Why do you keep me? You are in fear all day long, and I am walking dead every day. It is really boring to torture each other."

"He Yu..."

"Let's go. I'm not used to having you here. I'm getting madder. I can't hide it in the future. I'm afraid I'll lose all of your face."

He Jiwei seemed to want to say a few soft words, but the number of times he met his elder son was pitifully pitiful, and he had a high position and authority, and he was used to giving orders. Softness was far more difficult for him than hardness.

"..."

He Yu turned his face away on the bed, not wanting to look at his father.

The house was eerily silent.

And in this silent process, He Jiwei's eyes slowly changed from anger to guilt, from guilt to grief, from grief to calmness at last.

He began to regret the slap he gave He Yu when he entered the door just now.

At that moment, he really couldn't control it.

He knew that He Yu had fallen from the building—even though the floor was not high.

He saw Lu Zhishu being so embarrassed by He Yu.

His exhaustion and anger, fear and anxiety at that moment were the most real, and the hand wrapped around him was drawn uncontrollably on He Yu's face.

Although he hadn't been with He Yu much, he hadn't hit He Yu, this was the first time.

No matter how indifferent he was to He Yu, they were both father and son. He didn't say a word when he saw He Yu's madness, and said he was angry, that was a lie.

He couldn't bear it now.

He pulled up a chair and sat down beside He Yu's bed.

Father lowered his head and said nothing, as if he didn't want to say anything to him, he just checked He Yu's injuries, and then——

"Click."

Slight sound.

He Jiwei untied his restraint belt.

"..." He Yu opened his eyes.

After He Jiwei loosened his belt, he didn't speak for a long time.

The father and son looked at each other in blank silence.

He Jiwei hadn't set foot in this bedroom for a long time. In the silence, he shifted his gaze, looked around, and finally landed on He Yu's empty bedside.

He made up his mind to speak, his tone seemed tired, but he was no longer so harsh and unreasonable: "...He Yu. I remember, there was a photo of the three of us on your bedside table."

"That's a photo of you when you were four years old. We took a photo together in Yellowstone Park..."

He Yu also opened his mouth, his tone was still very cold, but he answered him anyway: "I have lost that photo for ten years."

"..."

Even though it was such a delicately decorated villa room, it was as cold as an ice cellar at this moment.

He Jiwei sighed, wanting to knock out a cigarette and smoke it.

He Yu said: "I don't like second-hand smoke. If you want to smoke, go out and smoke."

"..." He Jiwei coughed, and shyly put the cigarette away, "I'm not addicted to cigarettes. I won't smoke anymore. What happened just now...is my fault, I got excited."

"He Yu, let me stay with you for a while."

If this sentence was changed to ten years ago, He Yu would soften his heart.

Fifteen years ago, He Yu would even cry.

But now, after all, it is too late.A thick cocoon had already grown on He Yu's heart, and this meager tenderness would only make him feel that his heart was disturbed, but he couldn't perceive any bright emotions.

He Jiwei was silent for a while, and then said: "I know, you have blamed us all these years. Since your brother came to this world, we have indeed spent too little time with you. I don't want to make any excuses. What we did not do well is If you didn’t do well, our neglect of you is a fact that cannot be shirked.”

Father whispered, playing with the unlit cigarette.

"That's not considered neglect." He Yudan said, "It's more appropriate to say it's disgust."

He Jiwei's hands trembled.

He also noticed that He Yu seemed to have become more ruthless.

Before, He Yu wouldn't talk to him so bluntly, even if he felt dissatisfied, the verbal politeness and politeness were always there.

He Jiwei stared at the thick wool carpet in the bedroom, and said for a while, "...He Yu, it's not that she hates you."

"She's just loathing her own past."

"..."

The room was very quiet, and the clock could be heard ticking.

Time passed by, He Jiwei rubbed the cigarette between his fingers, he was struggling with himself for the last time—or, he had already decided to have such a conversation with He Yu, but he was sitting here right now In an unfamiliar room, he didn't know where to start.

He was silent, deliberating.

Finally, he sighed deeply and opened his mouth: "He Yu, there are some things that we have never told you before. Because you were too young, and you were not even an adult at that time, I am worried that after telling you, You will be more uncomfortable psychologically. And your mother, that is a very painful scar to her. It is even more impossible for her to uncover it herself and lead you to touch it. "

"But I think——I feel more and more recently that it's time to tell you." He Jiwei said, "Maybe after you listen to it, you will not be so self-absorbed, and you can also... Maybe you can understand her a little bit. A little bit."

"I understand enough—" He Yu suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Listen to me." He Jiwei said, "I rarely talk to you alone. This time, please listen to me patiently. Then, if you have any dissatisfaction, any resentment, you You can vent to me. Is this okay?"

"..."

"You are my son, and I also know that for some things, I always make you sacrifice too much."

There was a long silence, and finally He Yu lay back between the pillows and mattresses, raised his hands and covered his eyes with his arms, as if not seeing He Jiwei would make him a little more rational.

"Tell me." Finally he said coldly, "I'll listen."