Case File Compendium

In front of her eyes, it was as if it was the thirteen-year-old boy, stubbornly and helplessly, but desperately holding back and looking at him.

On the day he was about to leave the He family, he seemed to see something precious that did not belong to the patient in the eyes of the young man.

But his heart was too hard, and he was not so sensitive to certain emotions, not to mention that he was entangled in many things at that time, and he had no time to carefully distinguish a child's emotions. So he instinctively did not believe that those eyes were filled with feelings other than doctors and patients.

He must go.

He Yu was indeed sacrificed and discarded by him.

He was a child who let go of his hand in the chaos of the Qin Ciyan incident...

When the child was swept into the whirlpool by the reverse current of sickness, he used to look at him with such determination, his eyes were like a small paw handing over to a human being, trusting a human being, but after all being a human being Deception, a young dragon with broken wings and broken claws. It was lying on the rock, injured, and the little wings and little fingers and claws were covered with dried blood, but for the sake of the dragon, it refused to say too much.

He Yu is a very self-respecting person, so he tried his best to restrain himself and say—

"Xie Qingcheng, in the past few years, I have experienced many doctors, they made me take medicine, gave me injections, and looked at me with the eyes of an independent patient. Only you are different."

"Because only you will treat me as a person who should be integrated into society. You told me that injections and medicines are not the most important thing, to establish connections with others, to build a strong heart, It's the only way I can survive."

"Doctor Xie, although I'm not too close to you, but I..."

“…”

"I..."

"I thought you were not only treating me as a sick person, but you were also treating me as a normal person with feelings."

With such a high self-esteem, he was finally forced to say such almost childish words.

"I have a lot of pocket money and can—"

I can hire you.

I can leave you.

Can you, don't go?

Can you stay?

Xie Qingcheng thought at that time that He Yu had such a strong reluctance, maybe it was all because of Xie Xue, maybe even He Yu himself thought so.

But not really.

He closed his eyes, and when he recalled all this, he seemed to feel that He Yu refused to take injections and medicines when he was a child, and was carried on his shoulders by him, those hands from struggle to obedience, just like this quietly , put it on his shoulder.

"Dr. Xie."

"Xie Qingcheng."

The voice changes from childish to hoarse during the voice changing period.

Afterwards, it became a sentimental sentence, but it was abruptly covered by stubbornness and indifference—

"—Xie Qingcheng, you are not sick, but you have no heart than me."

—You have no heart…

My disease is not healed, it is still so serious, why did you leave me...

"Bang!" The harsh sound of gunfire, the blood spattered, the blood dripping from his palm, the young man's cold almond eyes in the dark.

Abandoned and injured young dragon, is this the way he looks when facing the human who stepped on his innocence and eagerness?

The strength and warmth on the shoulders seemed to disappear.

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

Only the palm of his hand, as if still stained with blood.

"You're tired."

Suddenly, someone was talking behind his back, the strength on his shoulders returned, and a hand pressed on the same spot.

He opened his eyes and was at the police station.

The one who pressed his shoulder was Zheng Jingfeng.

He was just distracted, thinking about the past with He Yu in the chaos and busyness.

It was late at night, Xie Qingcheng was sitting in the interrogation room, the little detective in front of him had spent more than an hour finishing all the records, he greeted Zheng Jingfeng and packed up the information went out.

Although Xie Qingcheng is not a relative of Zheng Jingfeng, Zheng Jingfeng has a special relationship with his parents after all, so he avoided it during the investigation process, and only then did he come to the inquiry room.

"Smoke?" Zheng Jingfeng tried to talk to Xie Qingcheng.

"Okay." Xie Qing said tiredly.

Zheng Jingfeng handed him a cigarette and sat down opposite him. Xie Qingcheng lit the fire, bit the cigarette filter, and pushed the lighter to him on the table.

Taking a sip, he slowly raised his tired eyes.

Zheng Jingfeng looked at him. Although he already knew the character of the person in front of him, Zheng Jingfeng was touched by Xie Qingcheng's eyes at that moment.

Too hard and too sharp.

Like a bayonet, like a rock, like his dead father and mother.

Or maybe even more. Because so many things have happened, looking at him at this time, apart from physical exhaustion, there are not many fragile emotions in these eyes.

Zheng Jingfeng's hand for lighting a cigarette for himself could not help but tremble slightly.

"Why don't you speak."

Xie Qing's voice was slightly hoarse, which made him at least a little bit like a normal person.

"You come in, you don't always sit down."

"...because I don't want to say the truth, you know it well, but you still have to do it." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "Also, believe it or not, I'll come in Before, I was thinking about how to comfort you."

“…”

"But after I came in, I found that it was not necessary." Lao Zheng looked at Xie Qing with an almost ruthless face.

Xie Qingcheng bit his cigarette and dragged it across the ashtray, took the cigarette from his dry lips, and knocked off the ash.

"It's unnecessary."

"But you know what? I looked at you now, and I thought of something."

"What."

Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "I think of your childhood..."

“…”

"The first time I saw you, you were still in elementary school. Your mother had a cold that day, and you took the initiative to ask to go to the cafeteria to help your mother cook." Zheng Jingfeng's resolute eyes were covered with a layer The softness of the memory, "Your mother likes to drink tomato and egg soup. You were not tall at that time, standing by the soup bucket and couldn't reach the big spoon. I saw it and went over to help you... When you looked up and said thank you, When I look at your eyes, I don't need to introduce you, I know that you are the child of Zhou Muying and Xie Ping."

“…”

" Later, you often came to the office to do your homework. When you were tired, you would lie on the table in your parents' clothes and sleep for a while, waiting for them to get off work. I have seen many children in the unit, you The one with the least words and the most sensible."

Zheng Jingfeng also exhaled a smoke ring, tilted his head back, and chased the smoke away.

"I couldn't help but wonder later and asked your father how this child taught him. He smiled and said to me, no one cares about you, you are such a character yourself. I feel old thank you It’s really bragging, and I’m not convinced, so I came to ask you, I don’t know if you remember it, I asked you why you were so good at that time… You showed me the certificate of the Sanda competition, and the award was just finished that day.” The detective said, "Then you said..."

Zheng Jingfeng: "You want to be a policeman."

Xie Qingcheng: "I want to be a policeman."

“…”

These words were spoken at the same time, and both of them were silent after speaking.

After a while, Zheng Jingfeng said: "When other children were asked about their ideals at that age, most of them were vague concepts. You are not, I can see from the light in your eyes, you are serious Yes. Maybe you have such a clear plan since you were a child, so you live a more lucid life than your peers and have a clear goal."

Xie Qingcheng finished smoking and lit another one.

Zheng Jingfeng: "You should smoke less."

"It's fine." Xie Qingcheng said, "You continue."

Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "...but you were calm back then, you were still like a normal person. I'm looking at you now, really, I'm quite worried about you. An ordinary person It's unbearable to have such a degree of psychological restraint as you, it will drive people crazy. Xiao Xie, you really don't need to be so tight. "

"I don't feel tense or tired." Xie Qingcheng said, "You don't need to think about some weaknesses for me, I'm very used to my current state. Weakness is what a woman should do. It's none of my business."

Zheng Jingfeng got a headache from his anger, raised his hand and nodded at him: "You really have a problem with male chauvinism. You have to change it. Fortunately, the lesbians in our team are not here. Here, otherwise, no matter how handsome you are, you should be rolled your eyes by them, and I will still think you deserve it, they are good at it. What an outdated idea you have!"

Xie Qingcheng didn't care about these things.

He fiddled with the cigarette filter paper: "It's time to end the greeting. Team Zheng, let's talk about business."

"Which is not serious?" Zheng Jingfeng glared at him, "I ask you, is your life not serious? Those messy videos posted by the big radio and television tower outside are not serious? You didn't look at your mobile phone, Now there is a lot of quarrel on the Internet, you are really good, Xie Qingcheng, then a **** organization was provoked by you to find your video for free delivery, do you think this is a serious matter? And you and you when the archives exploded The two of you are inside, yes, I believe this is the same as what you two explained, but can the above think so? Can the program go that way? You still have to be investigated, and so does your little friend. Seriously? And, you—"

"How's his injury?" Xie Qingcheng interrupted Team Zheng's talk.

Old Zheng froze for a moment.

This is the first question Xie Qingcheng asked since he entered the room.

Xie Qingcheng felt guilty about He Yu.

He rarely feels guilty about anyone, especially someone so much younger than him.

To say it badly, sometimes when Xie Qingcheng looked at these young people, it didn't seem like he was looking at the flesh and blood life.

It's not that he doesn't take them as people, but that he doesn't take their feelings too seriously.

He Yu is the same.

Although Xie Qingcheng has been with him for so many years, from the age of seven to fourteen, He Yu was their family's personal doctor, but Xie Qingcheng never put He Yu in the Go to a height where you can have a normal conversation with yourself.

He was always teaching He Yu what to do, and he never wanted to get anything from He Yu except for unilateral advice.

I don't think he can get anything from a teenager.

For the first time, Xie Qingcheng noticed that He Yu had grown up. There are joys and sorrows that he cannot ignore, personal wishes.

Xie Qingcheng remembered He Yu's cold eyes when he was about to leave, and looked at the drying blood on his body. For the first time, he was very clearly touched by emotions other than patients.

He asked again: "Team Zheng, how is he?"

"Your little friend is taking the wrong medicine." Zheng Jingfeng shook his head, "It's not a relative, not a reason, I will accompany you to the archives."

"And you, how can you let him make trouble with you. Do such dangerous things with you."

"..." Xie Qing lowered his eyelashes.

There would be an answer, he didn't even realize it was too risky.

It wasn't until Lu Yuzhu took out the gun that he suddenly woke up.

It's too late.

"You should be glad that Lu Yuzhu can't use a gun, otherwise both of you should die in it. Even if you don't die, he is dead, how do you face his parents?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Jingfeng scratched his head, annoyed to the death: "Speaking of which, he is still He Jiwei's son, you are so **** good, you dare to use He Jiwei's son. All the calls went to our superior leader, asking what was going on, but fortunately it just hit the arm and didn't hurt the bone. Otherwise, I'll see you—I see you—"

He slammed Xie Qing into the air a few times with his fingers.

"I'll see how you end!"

“…” Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes.

He Jiwei actually called him a few times, but he didn't think about what to say, so he didn't answer.

He Jiwei sent him a message later, he said, "Why does He Yu do this kind of thing with you?"

This is also unknown to Xie Qingcheng.

Perhaps it was because He Yu really looked down on his ideas in the past, and the seven years of company made He Yu feel that they may not only have a weak relationship between doctors and patients.

But now—

After those videos are played.

It doesn't matter what the original answer was.

He Yu's eyes were cold when he left, as cold as when they first met, even colder than when they first met, as if looking at a liar.

Thinking about it carefully, even if he hated him, he never showed such an expression before.

He has never shown such an expression to anyone.

Even when he was sick, bloodthirsty, violent and ruthless, all his venting was aimed at himself, and he chose internal friction for all injuries.

Xie Qingcheng was the first person he had gouged out with those terrifying eyes.

"Oh, it's alright, alright, now your little friend has no big problem, don't think about it too much." Zheng Jingfeng misunderstood Xie Qingcheng's silence, folded his hands on the desk, his tone slightly Calm down, "He is just like you, he has to go through the procedures he should go through, and investigate every investigation he should accept. On his parents' side, we will explain it clearly first. Whether or not he should come to apologize later, you can decide for yourself."

"...Well." Xie Qing was upset and finished the second cigarette.

He's going to get the third one.

The cigarette case was held down by Zheng Jingfeng.

"Do you want your lungs? Suck Suck, you smoke like this, ah? You didn't hate other people's smoking the most when you were young, why are you doing it now?"

Xie Qingcheng: "I'm annoying."

"You can't smoke like this."

“…”

"I **** know that you are annoying today, and I also have a headache. My grandson has a fever of 39 degrees and is in the hospital. I don't have time to call back." Zheng Jingfeng bent his fingers and knocked. Knock on the table, "Hold on! Wait until I finish talking to you!"

Xie Qingcheng sighed: "...Okay, you say."

"I listened to the monitor when you were dictating just now, and I believed everything you said. But I tell you..." Zheng Jingfeng said here, his eyes flickered a little, and he was hard just now His tone was also relaxed for some reason, "You can't hold out too much hope."

"According to my guess, Lu Yuzhu's death has been planned long ago, and she is the person who was left behind by their organization to 'take the blame'. For this reason, they also left some evidence and The clues can push the direct murderers of these murders tonight to her, and the three certificates are complete, which meets the conditions for closing the case."

"Today there is a lot of trouble. You know that the bigger the matter, the more it needs to be explained as soon as possible. The people working below are not fools. They do know that there are big loopholes in many details. But some people above can't stand the pressure, they may not examine things with a complete chain of evidence, and even desperately hope to end it immediately."

Xie Qingcheng couldn't smoke, so he was playing with the lighter, making it rattle.

"And there's an umbrella on it, isn't it."

Blade-like gaze raised.

"Although I don't know which one it is and how big it is, since they dare to do this, they have this umbrella."

Zheng Jingfeng: "...don't ask me, I know shit."

"I really shouldn't ask you." Xie Qingcheng leaned back on the chair.

This is the police station, what can Zheng Jingfeng say? What's more, if he really knew which umbrella it was, why would he still be sitting here like this?

"In fact, the purpose of their action tonight is also very clear." Zheng Jingfeng said, "First, clean up the traces of the archives."

"Secondly, the trouble was so big because they saw people like Zhang Yong who, because of their weak personality and low stickiness to their organization, might turn to the police. Tonight's radio and television tower The game of death, they are killing chickens to warn the monkeys, and show them to the 'Zhang Yongs'. Let them know that even if there is police tracking protection, they can kill people under the nose of the police. They are deterring all partners and subordinates. "

"Third, they want to put an end to Chengkang's affairs, throw out the dead man Lu Yuzhu, and maybe throw other scapegoats later, they are using some of us who want to The mentality of suppressing the impact to a minimum and closing the case quickly ended the whole thing. Even if there are police officers who want to follow up, it is only their personal actions, and they are weak. I don’t rule out the possibility that there is indeed a big ghost inside. ."

When Zheng Jingfeng said this, he turned his attention to Xie Qingcheng again.

"But the last thing I don't understand."

Xie Qingcheng already knew which one he was referring to, but he still asked: "What."

"Why did they put those videos of you at the end."

“…”

The reason for the video was probably because the other party had already learned through some means that it was him and He Yu who interfered with Lu Yuzhu. This can be guessed by stealing part of the school's surveillance.

The other party uses this method to make He Yu no longer use Xie Qingcheng, which explains one point—

This organization already knew that He Yu was mentally ill.

And it is known that Xie Qingcheng was his personal doctor.

Xie Qingcheng once thought in this direction, and for a moment he even suspected He Jiwei, but this idea is really absurd. He Jiwei is He Yu's father, and he has given Xie Qingcheng a lot of help. He would not do such a thing.

Then Xie Qingcheng also realized that, in fact, He Yu's mental illness cannot be regarded as an iron-clad secret. So many servants in the He family know more or less, and there are many people. Miscellaneous, in fact, it is difficult to rely on this to lock on to a certain group of people. What's more, the other party also has hackers who enter and exit the major information websites as if they were no one.

"I'm asking you something, Xiao Xie." Zheng Jingfeng scratched his hair irritably when he saw that he was in a trance again.

"I don't know." Xie Qingcheng still didn't tell Zheng Jingfeng about He Yu's illness. "It may be that I detected that I blocked Lu Yuzhu and wanted to teach me a lesson."

Zheng Jingfeng raised his eyelids and stared at him in disbelief.

Xie Qingcheng looked back at Lao Zheng without blinking.

In the end, Zheng Jingfeng sighed: "Very good. Then their goal has been achieved."

He pushed his mobile phone to Xie Qingcheng: "You can see for yourself."

Secondly, it is because such a criminal organization, after throwing the handkerchief to kill the game, deliberately played an old video related to Xie Qingcheng. Although this video has been circulated on the Internet for a long time, but After so many years, no one has watched it, and there are no hundreds of hits. It is not because the other organization thinks that Xie Qingcheng is handsome. No one would know that the purpose of this video was to alienate He Yu, the hacker who was beside Xie Qingcheng at the time, so they all speculated whether Xie Qingcheng and the mastermind of this terrorist case would be connected.

There were different opinions for a while, Xie Qingcheng, as an ordinary doctor who had resigned and now a professor of medicine in Shanghai, even rushed to the hot search.

"Does it look good?" Zheng Jingfeng was helpless, but also hated Xie Qingcheng for not listening to his advice. The feelings were complicatedly entangled, and finally he even brought some mockery from his elders.

At this time, his apprentice was calling him outside, Zheng Jingfeng got up, patted Xie Qingcheng on the shoulder, and sighed: "It's not bad, the stars are not as handsome as you. But it's a pity that you are How can you be so negative when you open your mouth. What kind of soul-loss medicine did you take at that time, and I don't believe you can say such things. What's the matter with you?"

“…nothing happened.”

"What is it? Is that you? Can I still not understand you? If you don't explain it as soon as possible, you will see what the consequences will be. —”

"Do you think you know me well, Team Zheng?" Xie Qingcheng looked at him, "Those are my thoughts."

"Fuck me, I've known you and your parents for more than 40 years, how can I still know you..."

But meeting Xie Qingcheng's eyes, Zheng Jingfeng's tone finally softened: "...forget it. If you don't want to say it, forget it! I won't force you, anyway, what you want to do No one can stop the bloodshed, I'll take you, okay?"

“…”

"You have a good rest. After you have rested, go see your little friend."

It can be seen that Zheng Jingfeng finally chose to say this sentence to him: "I don't know why, he has been having a high fever, but the wound was treated in time and there was no infection."

Xie Qingcheng raised his head, his fingers clenched imperceptibly.

—An inexplicable high fever is one of the symptoms of He Yu's Ebola attack. Then he...

"But I don't know if he wants to see you or not. He seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn't say anything except the necessary answers." Zheng Jingfeng sighed, "...others have already gone to the hospital. Now, go back and see for yourself."