Since Wei Dongheng has already appeared and confessed his concern with Xie Xue, Lu Zhishu once doubted Xie Xue before, but now he has dispelled his doubts.

She turned blue and white for a while, stared at Wei Dongheng and Xie Xue with a complicated expression for a while, and wanted to say something, but found that she had no position, and finally said embarrassingly: " Sorry," and immediately grabbed the crocodile bag and ran away.

Xie Xue's anger towards Lu Zhishu was not over yet, and she felt Wei Dongheng's arrival was strange, so she asked, "How do you know I'm here?"

Wei Dongheng: "I saw you when you were on the road in her car. I thought it was strange, so I followed."

"She is really inexplicable. I thought she was looking for me to do something, but I didn't expect it to be such a bizarre thing."

Wei Dongheng asked for a cup of coffee, and let Xie Xue sit down to calm down: "I said, the He family is a bunch of wonderful people, especially this Lu Zhishu, it's hard to kill."

He said this, his eyebrows raised, and he did not forget to show off: "Unlike me, my family is enlightened. I heard that our family had a strange cousin in the early years... But She has passed away. Now my family is full of cuties like me, they can forgive me when I was a child, and my family will never say such beastly words to you. "

Xie Xue slowed down for a while before feeling a little more comfortable.

"Listening to what she said just now, she seems to be sure that He Yu is in love, and she doesn't know which girl is so unlucky..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly remembered the scene of renting a guest at the entrance of the hotel, and there was a ripple of unease in her heart.

Wei Dongheng saw what she was thinking, and scratched his own inch - his proud silver hooligan head was ordered by his father to shave, shaved into the army's The inch head has not grown back yet, and has not had time to dye it.

"If you are really worried, you can call your brother and ask him if he has been to that restaurant today?"

Xie Xue thought about it, and really made a phone call.

After waiting for a while, Xie Qing's quiet and steady voice came over: "Hello."

"Brother, what are you doing..."

"Prepare for lessons. Anything?"

"Oh..." Xie Xue breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately clutched the loudspeaker and Wei Dongheng said with an exaggerated mouth shape: He-prepared-class-

Wei Dongheng snapped his fingers, and started to shake his legs proudly, as if I knew it

"It's alright, I'll just ask if it's alright."

Xie Qingcheng felt that she was inexplicable, but his sister did a lot of messy things since she was a child. This kind of behavior of calling her brother suddenly was not uncommon, so he didn't ask any more questions. , chatted with Xie Xue casually, and then hung up the phone.

"Phew—" Xie Xue breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Dongheng looked at her playfully and teased her: "Aren't you worried now that your brother just came back to prepare lessons?"

"Impossible, my brother has to prepare for lessons for a long time, so he must not have been to the city center today." Xie Xue was relieved, then rolled his eyes and scolded Lu Zhishu again, "He Yu There's something wrong with his mother... I don't know which female classmate He Yu is secretly dating. If his mother finds out, I'm afraid I'll be embarrassed to death. I really hope it's not a student in my class... ugh..."

Xie Qingcheng was not disturbed by Xie Xue's sudden call. He took care of his preparation for the class, and made the PPT before class. After the two classes were all over, he went to the school convenience store and casually I bought some oden and went back to the dormitory to rest.

When he walked to the door of the staff dormitory, he suddenly felt dizzy. He had to stand against the cold metal door for a while before gradually recovering.

Because of sudden physical discomfort, Xie Qingcheng entered the house and the first thing was to boil water and take medicine for himself.

You can open the drawer and find that the stored medicine is empty.

Xie Qingcheng was stunned for a few seconds. He realized that he was really negligent. Not only did he fail to take the medicine on time yesterday and today, but he even forgot to forget the medicine at home.

He raised his forehead with his hand, leaned against the wine cabinet and rubbed his temples, and began to reflect that in the past few days, maybe it wasn't just He Yu who had fallen on his head.

And himself.

He has always been a meticulous person, but now he is hanging out with a young and frivolous brat to the point where he even forgets his illness.

Xie Qingcheng thought of this, and the feeling of anxiety and irritability came up again.

He closed his eyes.

The dizziness lingered forever, and finally Xie Qingcheng had to get up, put on his coat, took a taxi, and drove to Meiyu Private Hospital.

"This is your detailed test sheet this time, this is medicine."

In the dean's office, Qin Ciyan's old friend pushed a piece of paper and two boxes of medicine to Xie Qingcheng.

"You can see the test results for yourself. I don't need to tell you."

Xie Qingcheng took the order, as calm as looking at the receipts of any patient.

He finished his list.

"It's worse than I thought," he said.

Dean: "If you stopped taking RN-13 earlier, it wouldn't have become like this."

Xie Qingcheng lit a cigarette and took a puff, but did not answer.

After a while, he said, "How long do you think I can last?"

"If you are willing to go to the United States for treatment, with the current technology, there is actually hope, but you-"

"But you know I won't."

The dean sighed heavily: "If you don't go to the hospital for proper treatment, it will be five or six years. Your five internal organs are already rapidly depleting, and if you keep going, it will take six years at most. , I think you should be very clear in your own heart."

Xie Qingcheng: "...what if I increase the number of injections?"

The dean looked at him: "Xiao Xie, it will be very painful. You also know the effective dose of medicine for yourself. With your current dose, the pain is more than a thousand times that of chemotherapy. .Even if your pain is more dull than ordinary people, it's like dying once. Why do you need to do this?"

"Because if I don't do something, no one will finish it."

"...I think if Lao Qin was still alive, he wouldn't be able to see how you are now."

"But I have no other choice."

The old dean sighed deeply again. He didn't know everything about Qin Ciyan and Xie Qingcheng, but it wasn't too little.

In the past, in the decision of some things, he respected Xie Qingcheng's ideas and kept the secrets that he should keep, but looking at such a person, he walked step by step towards oil in front of him With all the lights gone, the feeling of powerlessness still made the old dean sigh.

"If you want to increase the number of injections, then you have to be prepared. This type of injection is too frequent, your body's stress response will be very serious, and it is easy to be discovered... "

Xie Qingcheng: "I know."

"...you go to the injection room."

Xie Qingcheng got up.

The old dean, who seemed to be tired of communicating with Xie Qingcheng, suddenly called him when he was about to leave the dean's room.

"Xie Qingcheng."

Xie Qingcheng stopped his fingertips on the door handle, and turned his head slightly.

Old Dean: "I understand your choice very well, but you suffer like this, but no one around you knows, and no one can accompany you. I don't think you treat them like this , be kind, you have to know that your relatives and friends not only want you to give them protection, they also want you to allow them to take care of you... Otherwise, when they know the truth, they will not be able to bear it."

Xie Qingcheng paused for a while and said, "Then never let them know."

He pushed the door and disappeared at the end of the white corridor.

The Aesthetic Hospital has a special injection room, which is reserved for Xie Qingcheng.

There is no one in the injection room, and there will be no medical care to accompany you. Only the director knows everything, and everything is done in secret.

Xie Qing verified the biological information familiarly, and the door opened.

—

This is the truth that Xie Qingcheng has concealed from almost all the people around him in recent years.

Inside is a three-person standing cultivation chamber, which has a breathing mask, restraint belt, connecting needle tube, and a call button for emergency help to the dean's office.

In addition to this culture chamber, there is only a cold metal bed, a medicine cabinet, and an operating table in the injection room.

No more.

This is Xie Qingcheng's private treatment room.

He has had to come to this place for treatment since he started taking RN-13 secretly again. At first, it was good to come two or three times a year. Slowly, his health got worse and worse. Recently, he has come to the point where he has to come in for treatment almost every one or two months. So when He Yu was sticking to him before, he would find that he disappeared gradually and frequently.

He is here.

He must repair his body, even if the process is far more painful than chemotherapy.

The jellyfish decoration - this jellyfish was Xie Qingcheng's only companion in the extreme pain of injecting special treatment needles.

Xie Qingcheng is very familiar with this house, just like returning to his own home. He did the sterilization, and injected the medicine into the infusion tube in the warehouse...

After all preparations were completed, Xie Qingcheng took a deep breath and prepared to walk into the petri dish as usual.

At this moment, his cell phone rang suddenly.

The person who called was He Yu.

"Hello."

"Hey, Brother Xie, I'm out of class, where are you?"

The boy's voice on the phone was clear, vigorous, with some anticipation. Xie Qingcheng could even clearly hear the noisy voices of the students around him when he walked out of the classroom.

The young students are discussing with their peers in a carefree manner: "What are you going to eat tonight?"

"A new barbecue restaurant has opened on East Street, and I heard people say it tastes good..."

"Brother Xie?" He Yu read his name and recalled his consciousness.

Xie Qingcheng was alone in this cold, metallic treatment room, listening to the boy's movements, and for a moment, he felt that he was listening to the voices of the world in hell.

He was quiet for a while, and said, "I have something to do, I will have a meeting outside."

"Meeting again?"

"Well, temporary."

"How long will it take?"

Xie Qingcheng: "What's wrong?"

"I want to have dinner with you tonight."

“…”

"Can I wait for you to come back?"

"No need." Xie Qingcheng came back to his senses, "My meeting is over late, you can eat it yourself. If you really don't want to be alone, just find someone to replace me."

He Yu: "But no one can do it for you."

"...not really."

"Ah... I'm so busy... Well, let's forget it this time." He Yu probably felt that he was short on time, so he said: "You can have a meeting first, don't disturb you, I'll hang up already."

After finishing the call, Xie Qingcheng threw the phone on the treatment bed, and he saw his own reflection from the metal plate, with vague facial features, as if there was no expression.

—Yes.

He shouldn't make a fuss.

Xie Qingcheng got up, inserted a narrow finger into the knot of the tie, and pulled the tie loose. After thinking about it, he turned the phone off again, and walked into the training room. He pressed the start button, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The breathing mask was lowered and buckled at the mouth and nose, covering most of his face. The injection tube was pierced through the red mole on the back of Xie Qingcheng's neck. At the same time, the mist of medicine evaporated, slowly filling the entire culture chamber.

hallucinogenic gas.

Long injection.

The whole body is more severe than cancer pain.

The dean's description was correct, every time Xie Qingcheng lay in the warehouse, it seemed like he was going to experience a death. The air pressure in the culture chamber would start to increase sharply after Xie Qingcheng finished injecting the medicine into the body. The tympanic membrane, sinuses, and heart would all be forced to withstand extreme pressure. At this time, the hallucinogenic ingredients in the medicine began to attack, which would make Xie Qingcheng suffer. It was an illusion, as if every bone had been pulled out of the body, and then stabbed back into the internal organs irregularly. It seems to be dragged away together with his soul.

Such a process would take a long time, so restraint belts and handcuffs had to be set up around his body in the training warehouse. Every time he struggled, the belt would get tighter and the handcuffs would also The tighter the collection, the more his flesh was torn to pieces in the end, and the whole person seemed to be completely caught in the net, unable to even move half an inch.

And the real pain is just beginning.

The people in the warehouse are affected by the side effects of the overdose, and they will fall into more and more real hallucinations. The amygdala of the brain starts to become disordered under the condition of continuous strong, Xie Qingcheng's eyes will continue Play back the most terrifying and painful past events in his life.

Parents died.

Car accident.

Qin Ciyan died.

He leaves the hospital…

Fear continues to spread throughout the nervous system.

He saw the studio with the rising water level and heard Jiang Lanpei's faint singing.

He saw Xie Xue collapsed in Chengkang Mental Hospital, at that moment he thought she was dead and she was separated.

And then he seemed to be stuffed into a tattered bear doll again, and he dragged his tattered body towards the house.

Xie Xue shouted at him when she was young: "You are not him! You are not a brother!"

He seems to be dying after dying...

No one knows how painful he is, no one knows how much courage he needs to live.

He was in the warehouse, his pale face hidden in the mist. His wrists were shackled with shackles, his neck was tied with rings, and black restraints were strung deep on his snow-white shirt, and even the sound of pain was drowned out in his breathing mask.

It hurts.

It is like cutting apart the limbs and digging out a heart.

It has been more than three hours after the treatment is over.

Xie Qingcheng slowly woke up from the coma caused by the severe pain, and the drooping forehead was completely wet with sweat.

He opened his eyes slowly, just like he had done this set of injections countless times in the past, he was tortured to the point of not knowing what day it was.

The warehouse door was automatic and finally opened slowly. A little of the medicine mist left in it scattered out, and in the misty mist, Xie Qingcheng's figure after finishing the treatment was revealed.

It's a vulnerability and exhaustion that few people have ever seen.

Xie Qingcheng was bound in the warehouse so stiffly and coldly. When he entered the warehouse, he took off his jacket and only had a plain white shirt and black trousers. The medicine mist and sweat were wet and clinging to him. After the white shirt was wet, the blood color of the skin below and the lines of the muscles were faintly revealed. His chest, upper arms, lower abdomen, waist and hips... were restrained by restraints all the way, as if he was not sick, but committed a crime.

Xie Qing had no blood on his face, and his eyes were empty.

The treatment chamber takes off and lands slowly, an automatic device that flattens the person onto the treatment metal bed in front and lowers him.

Xie Qingcheng was not conscious when he was lying on the narrow bed.

He just lay so limply, like he just got out of the water, he had no strength... He just lay so lonely and cold.

The sad things in the dream still linger between his eyebrows, and he looks very broken.

Like damaged porcelain.

It's as if life has come to an end.

He lies in the ruins that he cannot see, or he himself is the ruins.

The only thing that can prove that he is still alive is the faint heaving of his chest...

Five or six years left.

This life is over.

Xie Qingcheng rested on the treatment bed for a long time before regaining control over his body and sitting up.

When he buttoned his coat, even his fingers trembled slightly.

He wiped away the physiological tears from the end of his eyes, and slowly covered all the pain marks, especially on his wrists... It seemed like a scar from handcuffs...

Go out.

Go away.

Yes, this is the secret he blocked - what Xie Qingcheng told He Yu in the reservoir is true, but not complete. He still hides part of the truth—

Part of the truth about his current state.

Xie Qingcheng was once judged to be less than 40 years old. Later, the United States developed a special soothing drug. He chose to give up his ability and take drug treatment, so as to obtain a body that is not much different from that of ordinary people, and he can live an ordinary life.

But what he didn't say is that after Qin Ciyan died, a period of time passed, and a lot of things happened - Li Rouqiu divorced him, and Xie Xue was admitted to the university of his choice, Chen slow also After working hard, he entered the public security system.

The people around him are either going to hell, going to others, or going independent.

He is like a tree, when autumn and winter come, all the leaves on the branches leave.

He realized that he was no longer an indispensable dependency in anyone's life.

And at that time, two accidents happened—

First, the materials left by Qin Ciyan were destroyed.

At that time, seven or eight cardboard boxes were piled up with those handwritten files. Except for the ones that Xie Qingcheng was sorting out, the others were kept at home.

These voluminous materials are treasures for Xie Qingcheng, and they are writings that must be sorted out for Lao Qin, but they have no value at all for others, so Xie Qingcheng was at that time Never thought that these things would be stared at.

However, when he returned home one day, he found that a thief had entered the house, Lao Qin's notebooks were thrown everywhere, and the burglar seemed to want to find out from Lao Qin's information something, but in the end nothing.

In anger and frustration, the thieves maliciously burned several of Qin Ciyan's medical notebooks with a lighter, threw another twenty to the bathroom, and hit them all with a shower. wet.

When Xie Qingcheng found out, almost a word on it could not be read clearly…

Xie Qingcheng felt that the sky was falling at that moment. Report to the police, rescue... But in the end, it's nothing.

The criminal judgment pays attention to a criminal consequence. Nothing of value in the Xie family was lost. What was damaged were only some medical notes that the police could not judge of their value. Although a case can be filed, who will seriously investigate it?

What's more, even if someone is found, the twenty or thirty notebooks that condense Qin Ciyan's life will not come back.

Xie Qingcheng couldn't remember how he survived that time. In those nights, he would dream of Qin Ciyan every night, and the back of the old man sitting at his desk and writing. She dreamed that Mrs. Qin solemnly handed him these materials, sent him outside the red brick building, bowed slightly with tears in her eyes, and watched him leave.

He woke up every night with such a heart-wrenching guilt, and his hands when touching and lighting cigarettes trembled badly.

He didn't know how to make up for all these losses, so he explained to the old couple Qin.

He can only continue to speculate what Qin Ciyan's remnants have written and recorded in other notes of the corresponding period... But many experimental data, if they are missing, they will be missing. can't find it.

Who is the thief who entered the house?

What do they want to find in Lao Qin's information?

Xie Qing was in pain and could not get an answer.

until the second accident happened.

—

Qin Ciyan's daughter married to the United States was kidnapped by a mysterious organization. When the police rescued her, Qin Rongbei, Qin Ciyan's daughter, had been tortured to the point of being completely insane and was sent to a local mental hospital for compulsory isolation and treatment.

In that hospital, Qin Rongbei often repeated a sentence—

"Don't ask me, I don't know what the first emperor is."