There's a point in the team

It was almost noon when Qingming and Xingzui returned to the villa. When Uncle De saw them coming back, he wanted to cook for them.Qingming didn't want to bother the old man, so he took the punishment and went into the kitchen.

The division of labor is naturally clear, Qingming is responsible for cooking the spoon, and Criminal is responsible for picking and preparing vegetables. During this period, the two had little conversation, but they were able to maintain a tacit understanding with each other.For example, Qingming needs to use an egg beater, and the time it takes to reach out, the crime has already been handed over.Another example is that the fried dishes need to be put on a plate, and the plate has been properly put aside.

He Haide stood outside the kitchen. In his memory, he had never seen Qingming step into the kitchen.Qingming didn't spend much time at home. After being taken away by Qing Shengbang more than ten years ago, he went home very few times. Naturally, He Haide didn't expect Qingming to learn how to cook.Although he didn't have much company, he could be considered to have watched Qingming grow up.For so many years, He Haide originally thought that after Qingming lost his parents, he would gradually degenerate after being baptized by fame, fortune, money and desires like other rich children.

After all, Qingming, as the only son of the Qingcheng Kingdom, inherited all the inheritance under the name of the old president of Qingming.His starting point is high, and of course he stands taller than ordinary people.He Haide imagined what kind of person Qingming would be when he grew up.He has imagined more than a dozen versions of "Qingming"

But only ignored the "Qingming" in front of me

This boy didn't seem to have changed, the smile on his face was as pure as before, as if the Qingming in front of him was still the sensitive child who knew how to think about others.But he changed again, his temperament became stronger and stronger, and his heart became deeper and unpredictable.

But no matter how it changed, He Haide could only feel relieved in his heart.

"It would be great if the old president and his wife were still alive, how great."

After lunch, the two of them went upstairs after packing up.Qingming stepped out of that room again with the crime in mind.

"This is the scene of the crime back then..." Qingming stood by the door and said, then he pointed to a floor not far away. "Where, that's where my parents were killed."

Criminal looked in the direction he pointed. The room was laid with old-fashioned wooden floors. Although the style was old, there were few traces of wear and tear on each floor, and the joints of the floors were still tightly stitched.If Qingming didn't mention it, it would be hard to imagine that there was a bloody murder in this room, and the corpses of Qingming's closest relatives were lying on those floors.

Qingming walked there in a few steps, squatted down, and touched the ground with her fingertips, as if there was still the residual warmth of her parents.Looking from the criminal's position, his drooping eyelashes made him look very lost.Before Xing Zui had time to say anything, Qingming had already got up, walked to a cabinet, knelt down and stretched out his hand to open the door of the cabinet.

"Back then, I hid in this cabinet."

Thinking of last night, where he found Qingming, Xing Zui's heart was hit hard on the spot.He vaguely remembered the trembling person, with his eyes empty and out of focus, curled up alone in a small cabinet.

"Senior brother, people always forget a lot of things. In fact, they don't really forget, but they choose to escape because of fear. They blindly indulge in their own weakness and fear, and in the end they can only resolutely abandon part of their memories. Just like me..." For the last sentence, Qingming's voice became softer, as if it came out of his throat.

"I was there back then, but afterwards, everything in my memory except the color of my parents' blood was blocked and deleted. However, as long as he existed, no matter how you erase it the day after tomorrow, as long as you go back to the place where he once existed, There must be traces to follow. Human memory is the same, no matter how I cover up and eliminate it, as long as I try my best to recall it, I will be able to piece together that lost memory."

A little light leaked from the clear and black pupils, and the light became more stinging with his words, expressing his unwavering determination.

"Stay with me now and get it back together, okay?"

Xing Zui's gaze sank, and his deep eyes stared at the face that was so close in front of him, as if he wanted to see clearly the clear soul.

At this moment, Qingming suddenly smiled at him, clearly an invitation.

"..."

Criminal As a front-line criminal policeman, he has met all kinds of people. He can confidently believe that anyone in this world, as long as an expression or movement falls in his eyes, after his frame-by-frame research, they will always be Can analyze the reason for this person's personality and psychology.In Qingming's smile just now, he interpreted a kind of trust.

The purest kind of emotion between lovers is trust, which is far better than the other party bending their fingers and swearing to the sky that they will stay with each other forever.Criminals think unilaterally, this is the most precious gift Qingming gave him.

Thinking of this, the tenderness suddenly became boundless, and Xing Zui stretched out his hand to press the person in his arms, his movements were gentle.Even though the chest was covered with heavy fabrics, he could still feel Qingming's hot touch... The Qingming who needed him made him feel distressed, and also made him feel at a loss what to do.Make him crazy and obsessed.

"it is good,"

"I'll be with you."

The phrase "I'm with you" is a promise to be broken down stroke by stroke.

The Qingming heart couldn't help throbbing, it thought over and over again in its heart, what it wanted was just a kind of dependence.The criminal crime is a sky lantern in his life, not only giving him enough warmth, but more importantly, giving him the strength to rely on for the rest of his life.

After readjusting her emotions, Qingming stooped into the cabinet and curled up.There is too much reluctance in the criminal's eyes, and he is uneasy about the unknown situation that will follow.

Qingming slowly closed his eyes. In the narrow space, he tried his best to shield everything and sound that came into contact with him, and even slowed down the frequency of his breathing. into silence.There is a boundless darkness in front of him, and everything is going in the direction he expected... The clear face is as pale as water, but a surging consciousness hidden under this layer of skin is about to move, it seems to be shouting and protesting with him, and it can be destroyed at any time His little bit of will that he managed to maintain.

Qingming learned from Yue Xingfeng a long time ago that that cunning and terrifying consciousness is called "panic disorder".As long as he recalls the unpleasant past or perceives the approaching danger, and his willpower relaxes a little bit, it will take advantage of the emptiness, easily crush his reason, make his emotions crumble, and finally he can only let it At the mercy of ravaging themselves.

At this moment, he knew that what he had to do was not only to find the vacancy in his memory, but also to fight the so-called "panic disorder" to the end.All those who have such an awareness and allow themselves to gain courage are the criminals who are only separated from themselves at this time.

Cold sweat oozes from under his pale skin, his chest seems to be pressed by a heavy iron block, panic is like a raging monster, wrapping his heart layer by layer.

It's not enough...

When the "monster" shrouded Qingming's frail body curled up in the closet in obscurity, it was still clamoring.Qingming doesn't drive it away, but instead rewinds the time back to that afternoon more than ten years ago in the back and forth collision of thoughts.That consciousness seemed to be irritated, trying to control the clear body.

A voice exploded in my head...

——"Give up, fear is human nature, you're just a coward hiding in a closet, watching them die in front of your eyes, what can you do? You can only hide in a closet, what's wrong with that... There's nothing wrong with that."

Immediately afterwards, there was a hissing sound, the sound was like the sound of pressing fingers against the blade of a knife, Qingming clenched his teeth tightly, and it seemed that his teeth were pressing against a piece of flesh of an enemy he hated... At this moment, Qingming suddenly felt that his whole body was falling like a dizzy spin, and his soul seemed to be pulled away, breaking through this trembling body. Immediately afterwards, the darkness in front of him was replaced by a scene.

that's a door

Qingming knew that he only got here after opening the heart door that had imprisoned him for many years, and it turned out to be the same door.It's just that this door is so familiar, the familiar scene is like a scene imprinted in the eyeballs.

The sunlight coming in from the window no longer has the old atmosphere. Compared with other places, the place where the sun shines is pale and has no temperature.

When Qingming was panicking, there was a sound of footsteps coming from behind, and just as he turned around, a boy rushed straight towards him.Seeing that the boy was about to collide with him, Qingming reached out his hand to stop it, but the boy didn't respond at all, the next second he actually penetrated Qingming's body, pushed the door and ran into the room.

Qingming recognized the boy and followed him into the room.I saw the boy standing in the room, looking around with his small head for a while, and then got into the cabinet not far from his feet.Qingming was still standing at the door of the room, looking around the layout of the room, the photo frame placed on the opposite cabinet wall was very eye-catching, and the photos in the photo frame were brand new.

Qingming walked to the cabinet and picked up the photo frame at the end. In the photo, a handsome man in a white suit was leading a boy.This is exactly the same as the photo I found earlier, or in other words, it is the same photo.At this time, the appearance of the boy and the man in the photo is very clear.

There was a loud noise, the door was kicked open from the outside, Qingming turned around suddenly, and saw two men, each grabbing a person with each hand, and then threw them to the floor of the room.

Those two were Qing Chenguo and his wife, their hands were tied behind their backs violently, and the two men showed fierce faces, and tied their feet tightly.

One of them asked:

"Where's the old yellow man?"

"I went to look for that child. Damn that child doesn't know where he died."

After finishing speaking, the man kicked Qing Chengguo in the abdomen, then he grabbed Qing Chengguo's hair and asked viciously, "Tell me, where is your son?"

Qing Shengguo said: "You all just want money, I...I'll give it to you, I just ask you to let us live, please rest assured, we will not call the police."

A man spat at Qing Chengguo, "Stop fucking nonsense, tell me where your son is, or..."

As he said that, the man looked at the woman lying next to Qing Chengguo maliciously, with a lewd and greedy look on his face.

"...Otherwise I will rape| rape your wife in front of you."

Qing Shengguo protected his wife behind him, "Big brother, big brother...my son is not at home today and was picked up by his uncle. I beg...please, let us go, as long as you don't kill us, you can do whatever you want. "

The man beat and kicked towards Qing Chengguo again. During this period, the woman behind him also received a lot of punches and kicks in order to protect her husband.But at this moment, Qingming, who was standing not far from them, watched this scene, clenched his fists, his falcon-like eyes were filled with scarlet, it seemed that blood would ooze out in the next second.

The door was pushed open again, and another man walked in.He yelled repeatedly: "Stop! Damn, did I tell you to stop?" The man stepped forward quickly and pushed away the two who were being violent.

"Idiot, don't you hurry up and ask where the money is, do you want to wait for the police to come?"

One of the men looked at Qing Chengguo's distorted face due to pain, and then turned his gaze to the woman beside him.

"Women have soft mouths and are easy to pry open."

After finishing speaking, he took out a knife from his bosom, knelt down, and put the tip of the knife against the woman's neck|neck, his gaze wandered over the woman's body, with the greedy look of a wolf in his eyes.

"Tell me the fuck, where is the money? Otherwise, don't blame me for not having eyes with knives."

The woman knew very well that these people were insane, and even if she gave them money, she would not be able to live today. She only had one thought in her mind, not to let these beasts get close to the cabinet.She knew that Qingming was hidden there.While coping with the disaster in front of her, the woman helplessly begged the child not to come out.

"The money...is in the bank...at home...only 10,000+ cash at home, all in the safe downstairs."

Sure enough, after the three found the money, they did not intend to let the couple go.The knife was finally inserted into their bodies, and the blood immediately soaked Qingming's entire eyeball.In an instant, he fell into darkness, and after some spinning, he found himself curled up in the cabinet again.

There were still painful wailings in his ears, piercing his eardrums, drilling into his brain, and swelling violently under the cerebral cortex, as if it was about to explode at any moment, Qingming grabbed his hair, there was nowhere to escape .

Suddenly, he felt two eyes staring at him in the darkness, Qingming raised his head suddenly, and the boy sat curled up opposite him, looking at him coldly, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"It's hell outside."

"Come with me, hide here, forever..."

"forever…"

"forever…"

The boy repeated the two words over and over again, like a curse, spreading a Gu called "You can't live, you can't die" in Qingming's heart.

At this time, a voice came from a distance.

"Qingming"

The voice is ethereal and ethereal,

"Qingming"

"Qingming"