Case File Compendium

He Yu came back after more than two hours.

As soon as he entered the room, he took off his half-finger gloves and loosened the collar of Mandela's uniform. Just by looking at his tired and tired look, he knew that he should have had an unpleasant confrontation with Duan Wen.

He glanced at Xie Qingcheng and saw that Xie Qingcheng's expression was the same as before, and his eyes dimmed for some reason.

Xie Qingcheng had a very strange feeling, as if He Yu was expecting something to happen to him.

But this feeling was fleeting, Xie Qingcheng didn't have time to think about it, He Yu stepped forward and loosened the shackles on him.

"I brought you medicine." He dragged Xie Qing to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Just as Xie Qingcheng was about to speak, He Yu took off his clothes, put him close to his ear, and said solemnly, "Be careful. There is also surveillance here."

“…”

Duan Wen is really perverted.

Since there is monitoring, the play still needs to be done. After the necessary struggle, He Yu suppressed Xie Qingcheng and injected him with an injection brought back from outside.

Xie Qingcheng gritted his back molars: "What...!"

He Yu's voice was enough for the monitor to hear: "After the beating, you have no strength to resist, your physical strength is only enough for you to walk, sit and lie often. I don't want to be assassinated when I'm sleeping, it's that simple ."

After the solvent was pushed in, He Yu pulled the injection needle out of Xie Qingcheng's blood vessel. The drug response came quickly. Xie Qingcheng was lying on the cold fluid table, gasping for breath on.

In front of him was a mirror with gold rims, from which he could see his uniform lying in a mess, and He Yu stood behind him, dressed in a very oppressive black military uniform, his eyes lowered And stand. He Yu waited for Xie Qingcheng's strength to be almost reduced, and then completely tore off the man's blood-stained shirt and discarded it on the ground.

"Don't move." Although Xie Qingcheng's struggles were insignificant in front of him, He Yu still held him firmly, his eyes moved inch by inch over Xie Qingcheng's scars Tired back.

It was the wound that was hit in the previous battle with the mechanical dog. The wound was not completely clotted, and the blood was still dripping out a little bit.

He Yu's eyes darkened.

Xie Qingcheng told him about the injection of No. 2 serum and rn-13 on the island, but he knew it was the same thing. It's another thing to hit him inside and see such a serious injury on his body.

He felt very uncomfortable. The anesthetic that was injected into Xie Qingcheng's body had the function of healing and repairing. Too bad I can't say much.

He Yu silently took sterilized cotton wool, iodophor, and tweezers from the drawer of the flow table, and sullenly cleaned the wound on Xie Qingcheng's back. His hand rubbed Xie Qing's slightly arched back, not gentle, but very careful.

Xie Qingcheng endured the pain of iodine penetrating into the wound, fine sweat oozing from his forehead, and gritted his teeth in a muffled voice: "Mr. He is really heartbroken."

"I arrested you to serve me. If you are sick and have a fever, what's the use of keeping it."

After He Yu said briefly, he took care of Xie Qingcheng's injury and threw the used medical equipment into the trash can. Then he lowered his body, caged Xie Qingcheng under his body, stroked him, and deliberately made a coquettish gesture to show the person behind the pinhole camera.

But taking this opportunity, he has whispered a message to Xie Qingcheng: "Don't worry, Team Zheng is fine."

This time the contact time should not be too long. After He Yu finished speaking, he grabbed Xie Qingcheng's hair, kissed his earlobe like a playful kiss, and then forced Xie Qingcheng to stand up , in front of the mirror, as if jokingly said, "Does Officer Xie want to go to the toilet?"

Speaking of which, he swayed twice towards Xie Qingcheng's silver belt buckle.

Xie Qingcheng: "...get out!"

He Yu smiled, he was not angry with the beast whose claws had been cut off: "I just injected you with the medicine, I don't know if the dose is too high, let me help you, In case you don't have the strength."

Xie Qingcheng's response was more ruthless than the words just now: "Go out."

"...Officer Xie's character is still very hot." He Yu smiled slightly, "You really take me here as your home? You're welcome."

Xie Qingcheng once again: "Go."

But seeing Xie Qingcheng's cold eyes was not a disguise, He Yu finally went out, but he lowered his eyelashes before closing the door, and glanced at other people's zippers intentionally or unintentionally.

Xie Qingcheng was injected with drugs again, he always had the strength to close the door, he slammed the door shut.

"You can tell me if you can't stand it." He Yu said leisurely outside the door, "Based on our previous relationship, I'm very willing to come in and help you—"

He didn't speak, but there was a sound on the door, Xie Qingcheng smashed something in the bathroom directly on the door panel, stopping He Yu's voice.

He Yu was not able to stay in the room for too long this time. He came back temporarily, in fact, to finish injecting Xie Qingcheng and treat the wound. Not long after these things were done, he left, and Duan Wen still had something to look for him.

During this time, Xie Qingcheng was trapped in He Yu's room alone and could not go anywhere.

Because he knew that the room was being monitored, Xie Qingcheng couldn't be too calm. He paced back and forth in the room, smashed some decorations in He Yu's house, and threw some books on He Yu's bookshelf. , tried to get out several times, but could not open the door or window. In the end, he lost his temper silently, as if he had used up the remaining power, and sat in the armchair by the window, his head bowed, and there was no movement.

Although this kind of acting cannot be said to be perfect, Xie Qingcheng's character itself is very cold, not easy to get angry, and not to lose control. In the eyes of the monitor, it is estimated that it is not abnormal.

Xie Qingcheng was leaning on the chair, like an actor after the curtain call, slowly recovering his strength and spirit. He can finally calm down and sort out what happened. He has many questions in his mind - such as what is going on with the "brutal killing" robot, and what does He Yu mean by "my mother is still alive".

He is waiting for an answer.

He needs to wait for He Yu to come back after finishing his work, and then find a chance to ask in detail.

But maybe it was because he had experienced too many things, or maybe it was because the room he was in at the moment was exactly the same as the one he lived in before, Xie Qingcheng waited too long, and unknowingly He fell into a light sleep, and in this light sleep, he had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to the He House many years ago.

He stood in front of the desk in the guest room, put the book of "Rare Diseases in the World" that he had just written on the corner of the desk, then pulled the suitcase, walked out of the room, and closed the bedroom door.

The door was engraved with endless summer patterns. He took one last look and left the place along the long corridor.

—This is the day he left the He family.

The pulley of the suitcase was rolling on the ground, and he went downstairs, ready to go to the door. However, unlike reality, this time he dreamed of eight-year-old He Yu standing on the grass and looking at him.

"Sir." the boy called to him, then slowly approached him, "Your belongings are missing."

The boy raised his hand and handed him a light white gauze.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, he found that his suitcase was missing, and he was holding a bunch of endless summer that he was holding when he first met.

"Sir." Xiao Heyu reminded him again and again, "Your belongings are lost."

"..." Xie Qingcheng hesitated, raised his hand to take the veil, and at this moment, the wind suddenly blew up, making his eyes blurry, until he could see again When he was clearing things, He Yu had already disappeared.

What he was holding in his hand was no longer a gauze, but a stack of white paper that was neither thin nor thick, with a line of beautiful words written on the top of the white paper.

He Yu's suicide note...

"Comrades police officers..."

The text that he never wanted to see again appeared in front of him in the depths of this dream, Xie Qingcheng's heart suddenly felt as if it had been injected with the kind of injection that dissolves power, and it kept beating All strength is exhausted.

He felt pain, but couldn't cry, and the corners of his eyes hurt as if they were torn.

The lines on the suicide note turned into a net, trapping him in it—

"I'm only twenty, I have someone I like, and I don't want to die yet."

Welcome to justice."

"This incident is startling step by step, and it is easy to make mistakes. I may never be able to clear my name again, or I may be buried in the ocean. If this is the case..."

Those words were imprinted deep in Xie Qingcheng's mind like a curse. Even after many years, he still pursued Xie Qingcheng and bit his neck with sharp teeth.

"—I don't want the best person in the world to feel sad for me."

Hearts splattered with blood.

"He Yu!" Xie Qingcheng woke up suddenly, gasping for breath, cold sweat on his back, and the wound was sore.

The sky outside the window had brightened, and now it was dark again.

While dizzy, he saw a slender and handsome figure leaning against the window.

"

"..." Xie Qingcheng opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, his heart was still beating in his chest, as if he was about to break free from his ribs and run out.

He closed his eyes.

He Yu walked to his side, lowered his eyes and looked down at him, after a while, He Yu suddenly pulled him up from the armchair, hugged him roughly, Arrived at the window beside the desk, pressed him against the window, and started kissing him hotly. The sound of heavy breathing, the sound of colorful clothes, and the thumping heartbeat of the two men changed from light to heavy in this room where needles could be heard.

"What did you dream about?" He Yu's kiss was like a butterfly, perched on the side of Xie Qingcheng's neck, his lips moved lightly, trying to disturb a storm from Xie Qingcheng's heart , "Why is my name called?"

Xie Qingcheng just woke up, and he had no strength at all. Once he relaxed, the side effects of RN-13 and No. 2 serum also attacked. On the 2nd, the pregnancy reaction at that time affected him who was taking the medicine. Now he is a little tired even standing. He Yu can only hug him like this, with the hot kiss from his eyebrows, eyes, lips and neck, until he is chapped. Broken heart deep.

"I didn't dream of anything... let go of me." During the increasingly frantic kiss, Xie Qingcheng found his voice and answered hoarsely.

"..." He Yu paused, "Do you really take me here as a holiday sanatorium?"

Xie Qing was silent, and he felt nausea and vomiting again, uncomfortable...

He is a doctor and naturally understands that it is not easy for a woman to be pregnant, but he only knew that Serum No. 2 made him experience this kind of weakness. He is a bit macho, but at this moment he is so clearly aware of how tough and unyielding the bodies of those seemingly fragile women are.

He Yu's kiss kept falling on the side of his ear and neck, with hot breath.

So he finally stopped moving: "What do you want?"

He Yu stopped and stared into his eyes.

Xie Qingcheng's eyes seemed to have only ruins left, he said numbly and empty: "Do you still want to sleep with me?"

The sound is smooth, like a rag doll that has been tortured to the point of being broken.

He Yu's heart was stabbed, but hindered by the monitoring that someone might check it at any time, he still said: "Well, what else can you use besides this function now?"

“…Anthony can’t satisfy you anymore, can he?”

Is this really wanting to quarrel...?

He Yu froze more obviously, his face sank, he seemed to want to say something, but in the end he just bit his back molar slightly, his eyes didn't blink. Staring at Xie Qingcheng's face, he seemed to want to see emotions other than indifference on Xie Qingcheng's face.

But none were found.

He Yu didn't say anything more to Xie Qingcheng in the end, when his kiss fell again, it had changed from rude to tyrannical. He seemed to want to vent some unspeakable pain in his chest, and between hugs, he pushed Xie Qingcheng's back against the cold glass window, his kiss was no longer like an outlet for love , rather like an entanglement of hatred.

The smell of blood was heavy, and He Yu's eyes were also scarlet, and in the chaos, he pulled Xie Qingcheng to the bedside, kissed him fiercely, and the ferocity in his movements became more and more fierce. stronger.

In the end, he and Xie Qingcheng fell together. He pressed Xie Qingcheng on the soft Simmons. in darkness.

Xie Qingcheng could not tell whether He Yu's actions came from his heart or for Duan Wen to see.

He only felt that his heart became heavier in these reactions of He Yu, and it was hard to beat like lead. He could feel the truth of He Yu's emotions, no matter whether He Yu was out No matter what kind of purpose the behavior is done, the hatred is not pretended.

So Xie Qingcheng clenched He Yu's wrist tightly, so desperate and so hard, it seemed that even if he lost all his strength, he would use up the last bit of strength to hold him. He seemed to want to stop him, and seemed to be begging him.

Xie Qingcheng was in the absolutely safe world surrounded by the quilt, he could not see He Yu's face at all, the surroundings were too dark, and he was almost half blind, he suddenly became flustered, Lost, the words He Yu said before seemed to be echoing in his ears all the time - what use do you have other than this role now?

Whether it's real or acted, it doesn't seem to matter at this moment.

The overdose of RN-13, the follow-up side effects of serum No. 2, the mystery of the violent killing robot, Lao Zheng was captured... There is too much pressure and guilt on him... Xie Qingcheng suddenly went crazy He seemed to want to push He Yu away, but he held onto He Yu's hand tightly and refused to let go.

He seems to have collapsed.

He finally broke down.

The reaction...it hurts.

The wounds and pains in my heart.

His body is like a sponge soaked in pain, all the pain and suffering are drilling into his body. He can't beg forgiveness, so he can't tell the truth, he has nothing... nothing...

Father, mother, Lao Qin, Xie Xue…

He Yu…

They all left him.

Never come back.

Xie Qing was mad with pain, panicked with disgust, and collapsed like he was about to die. He wanted to scream and whine, but he couldn't make a sound... nothing! A broken whimper finally came out of his throat, and the whole person unconsciously grabbed He Yu's hand and the bedding.

Black.

It's all black.

His lips opened and closed in the dark, constantly opening and closing, but he couldn't make a loud sound.

He Yu didn't expect that he would suddenly do this, and was stunned. He panicked and called his name while approaching him, getting very close. After listening to it several times, he finally Finally, I heard Xie Qingcheng's inaudible hoarse words. Xie Qingcheng kept mumbling:

"He Yu...I can't see your face..."

The voice had some broken choking.

"I can't see your face...!"

He Yu's heart trembled fiercely! Only at this time did he realize that Xie Qingcheng's state was really bad. Xie Qingcheng couldn't bear such pain and play such a drama with him.

Xie Qingcheng is the person in the play, he is not a spectator.

He will be in pain.

He Yu had a strong sense of unwillingness at first, but at this time, when he saw Xie Qingcheng who was suddenly crazy under him, he suddenly realized—

In fact, Xie Qingcheng... is also a mental Ebola patient.

Having been a patient for more than 20 years, Xie Qingcheng has experienced a lot of pain and torture, but relying on his strong willpower, he suppressed and sealed the disease and never had an attack.

And this moment…

At this moment, Xie Qingcheng seemed to finally be unable to bear it. He Wei was just a straw, but for Xie Qingcheng, it could trigger a shock like a snow-capped mountain in his heart.

"Xie Qingcheng..." He Yu finally regained his senses, his fingers clasped Xie Qingcheng's slightly trembling hand, he could no longer pretend, the other hand hugged him tightly, two Covered by the goose down quilt, the man hugged tightly without gaps. He whispered in his ear over and over again, almost panicking, "Xie Qingcheng, it's okay! It's okay! I'll do it for Duan Wen... I'll do it for Duan. Smell and see... I didn't want to humiliate you... Xie Qingcheng, did you hear me?"

"Xie Qingcheng...Did you hear..."

He Yu hugged him tightly, he didn't even notice it, and even his own voice trembled.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, did you hear..."

“…”

Xie Qingcheng was pressed and held by He Yu, as if the little fire dragon in my memory was back again, the little fire dragon who laughed and said many years ago that I can warm your bed again Swim to his side from the dream.

But the little fire dragon was clearly broken and could not stick back to its original shape...

Never stick again!

Xie Qingcheng's eyes were slack and trembling slightly, while He Yu kept touching and comforting him.

It was too dark under the quilt, but he couldn't lift the quilt to turn on the light, they could only embrace each other here, they were only safe in the dark.

I don't know how long it took before Xie Qingcheng's trembling finally stopped slowly.

He Yu raised his hand to touch his face.

The cheeks were wet, making He Yu's hands tremble.

"I can't see you..." Xie Qingcheng said softly.

The voice was hollow, which shocked He Yu.

"He Yu...I can't see you..."

I haven't seen you since the night of the naval battle.

You hate me.

I am so heartless. I know.

So I didn't dare to say anymore, I actually miss you so much... I think of you walking up to me more than once, holding that piece of white gauze and telling me that my things have fallen.

Lost and never come back.

You will never come back...

His lips quivered and moved silently.

He Yu looked uncomfortable, he hugged him tightly, and the sheets under them were soaked with entangled sweat.

He touched his hair and called him over and over again: "Xie Qingcheng...don't be afraid...we are acting...we are acting...I won't really hurt you..."

His voice trembled slightly like his body, the resentment covering the surface was washed away, and the deepest truth was forced out.

"It's alright, it's alright. Now that I have me, you don't have to suffer any more injections and take risks. You're safe with me."

"You're good..." He gently kissed his sweaty forehead, "Those words are false... I'm here, I'll protect you... Brother, don't be afraid..."