In a few days.

Xie Qingcheng is cured.

He and Xie Xue were eating in the Shanghai University cafeteria that day. Xie Qingcheng saw the chicken soup porridge in the bowl and suddenly remembered that he had not seen He Yu for many days. And the circle of friends couldn't swipe any news belonging to that person.

He frowned, remembering how unusual He Yu was that day.

Xie Qingcheng is an extremely rational person, but he is not a completely ruthless person, not to mention that he promised He Jiwei to look at He Yu for him.

So when Xie Xue brought the plate and sat down opposite him, he asked her about He Yu's recent situation.

Unexpectedly, in the face of her brother's question, Xie Xue's eyes widened: "Ah? You don't know? He asked for leave to go to Hangzhou to film, didn't he tell you?"

Xie Qingcheng paused with the chopsticks in his hand: "Isn't he reading the director?"

"Hey, the time is very short, playing a small supporting role to save the scene, was seen when buying breakfast at the school gate. He is also a little interested, and to put it bluntly, just his appearance, It's hard to say whether it's in front of the backstage or behind the scenes. He is also a very self-motivated person, and he will not miss the opportunity to accumulate experience."

"...why so suddenly."

"It's not because the crew originally planned for male No. 5 to have a temporary situation. The actor who was originally selected was indeed from the performance class, but the child was hit by a bicycle and a rental car at the school gate before he joined the group. There was a big blow on the face and several stitches were sewed. The crew hurried to find someone to put it on, and found He Yu..."

Hearing her say this, Xie Qingcheng vaguely remembered the phone call He Yu made at his house that day, as if he was talking about this matter.

He suddenly agreed. Although the time is not long, his role only needs to go for about ten days, but I don't know what he is thinking... When I asked for leave, I was not in a good mood. When I talked to him, He likes to ignore it."

Xie Qingcheng listened, and his expression gradually became serious.

He recalled the perfunctory bandage on He Yu's wrist that day, the medicine bag in the hospital...

"He Yu, has anything bad happened to him recently?"

"No!" After the autumn tour, Xie Xue's condition improved a lot for some reason, and she still felt a little moisturizing peach blossoms. She bit the ice cream spoon, and hesitated for a while. Get up, "I don't know much either... I shouldn't have..."

Xie Qingcheng looked at Xie Xue thoughtfully as if she was in a good mood.

He felt that she was very happy in the past two days. Since she came back from the trip, she often took her mobile phone and returned a bunch of messages without looking up for a long time. I don't even know who I'm talking to.

The same is true in the circle of friends. She used to post something like "A new **** restaurant is opened on **** road, do you have any friends to pull the grass together?" In the past two days, inexplicable literature and art have emerged, or Post some excerpts of youth literature that Xie Qingcheng can't understand even with a frown, or some strange photos, such as a lake with two leaves, and a shadow on the wall late last night, the lights are blurry, whose shadow is it? I can't see clearly at all. It may be her own. The accompanying text is: "Hey, little white hair."

Xie Qingcheng returned to her at that time, and replied to her: "Who is Xiao Baimao?"

It took a long time for Xie Xue to answer: "A cute little dog."

Xie Qingcheng: "Don't post such meaningless things in the circle of friends. Go to bed quickly."

Xie Xue returned his smiling face with her tongue sticking out. After a while, Xie Qingcheng found that she had also changed her avatar to a swan looking in another direction.

Thinking of these details, Xie Qingcheng asked, "What about you? Have you encountered anything good recently?"

Xie Qing folded her arms with both hands, watching her body movements without a word, the details of her shy expression, and her eyes gradually became deeper and sharper.

"That's right, brother." Xie Xue looked a little guilty under Xie Qingcheng's gaze, she tried to stagger the topic, "I brought you and He Yu some special features during the autumn tour. Dim Sum, what are you doing this weekend?"

"No, what's wrong."

"I... uh, just happened to have a meeting in school that I can't leave, and the snacks are easy to spoil. If you don't have class, go to Hangzhou to see He Yu's class for me, and by the way, Give him something."

Xie Qingcheng frowned. Although he felt that Xie Xue seemed to be hiding something from him, he did not ask any further questions.

"Okay." He agreed. Anyway, he was not very worried about He Yu's condition. He could stop by the crew and check the other party's mental condition.

This evening.

Outside the ruins of Chengkang Mental Hospital.

The yellow and white cordon was pulled, and when the wind blew, the warning tape quivered, and the charred land behind also raised debris and dust. A lot of citizens have come here recently, some are coming to mourn with flowers, while others are purely curious, and come to see the excitement.

In the crowd, there is a man who is not eye-catching, wearing horn-rimmed glasses. The man huddled in the middle of the crowd, staring at the scorched earth of Chengkang Hospital, his slightly bulging eyes showed a conflicted look of hesitation and terror.

"...Yes, they're all dead, and no one at the top is alive."

"Could it be that Jiang Lanpei's resentful soul is claiming his life?"

died…"

"Ouch, clams are clams!"

The man in glasses trembled more and more as he listened to the discussion of the crowd around him. On such a hot day, he was sweating profusely, and his back was almost soaked.

He swallowed and turned back—

He is going home.

His parents have been separated for a long time, he lives with his father, and is also a member of the "organization". But in the property shared by his parents, in the old house where he lived when he was a child, there is a safe with a stack of dusty materials in the cabinet, the corners of which have been eaten by worms.

That is Jiang Lanpei's real file.

His father once told him that if he had an accident, he would hand over this stack of documents to the police, and then turn himself in, even if he went to jail, it would be fine, at least he could save his life.

He was timid, and following his father was only a little bit of contact with the organization. The police came to his house to investigate that day, and he didn't dare to say anything. Come to think of it... He looked at the death list in the newspaper and knew it wasn't that simple.

He doesn't want to die...he doesn't want to be killed, he's terrified and desperate to get the contents out of the safe and run to the police station—

But now he finally realizes with hindsight that only the police can save him.

He thought like this, after entering the villa group that was considered a high-end community twenty years ago, he began to run wildly. He was extremely afraid, afraid that "those people" would catch up with him, He was afraid that Jiang Lanpei's ghost would catch up with him.

Red tongue, red ghost skirt.

"Ah...ah!!"

He rushed into the garden of the old villa, and suddenly broke into the door—

He was so frightened that he didn't even realize why the door of this old house, which had been abandoned for more than ten years, was unlocked and the door was only open...

The glasses man's head has become a mess, and he runs to the basement panting, the rotten floor is like the corpses of dead patients in Chengkang Hospital, and he sighs heavily under his feet. Almost collapsed, lips trembling uncontrollably.

Help...

Help...

With a bang, the basement door was also knocked open by him, and he hurried to the safe.

He remembered the password. Although his father was lewd and lustful, he was often looked down upon by his strong mother when he was young. Later, the two divorced, but the password was actually his mother's birthday.

When I think of it, his mother also liked to wear a red dress with perm and curly hair when she was young. At that time, Hong Kong style was popular, and many beautiful women liked to dress up according to the Hong Kong stars in the pictorial. The most fashionable is the big red dress with big waves.

The eyed man's fingers tremblingly turn the knob, once, twice...

"Click."

The door of the safe opened.

He stretched his hand in—!

After a few seconds, his whole body trembled violently, almost convulsing, as if he had been electrocuted.

No more!

That stack! Gone! !

Impossible...how could it be...

In despair, he suddenly felt something warm, tick, and landed between his eyebrows.

Tick.

Another one.

Another hot drop, this time on his lips.

fishy.

The glasses man's eyes bulged, panting violently, and slowly, his facial features twisted, he raised his face—

He saw a woman.

, the eyeballs are looking fixedly in his direction.

The woman looks suicidal, but the glasses man knows it's not.

Because it was his—

"Mom..." The man in glasses shouted, not knowing whether it was extreme fear or extreme sadness, "Mom! Mom!! Ah! Ah ah ah!!"

His mother doesn't live here... His mother hasn't been back here for over ten years...

Does she know this stack of files? Does she also want to get this stack of files to protect her son?

Then, he heard footsteps behind him, high heels.

"Dah, dah, dah."

Wearing a special, high-tech anti-reconnaissance shoe cover, the man with glasses didn't have time to turn around before he felt something hard hit the back of his head.

A woman's voice laughed softly behind him and sang: "Throw it, throw it, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child, don't tell him..."

The yellowed portfolio was handed to him from behind by the man.

The slightly hot breath was right beside the ear temples of the man with glasses, and the man said softly, "Are you looking for this?"

“…you…”

The man with glasses did not dare to look back, his teeth chattering.

"So is your mother."

“…”

It should be... Does he think the boss doesn't know?"

"You, who are you..."

The woman smiled: "Unfaithful people, what else do you want to know?"

“…”

"Ask in hell."

These were the last words the man with glasses heard.

After a few seconds.

"Bang!"

A gunshot shook the dust in the basement.

The woman bypassed the black and red blood plasma and handled the scene indifferently. Then she lowered her eyes and looked at Jiang Lanpei's archives by herself for a while, and then walked out of the building without looking back. Abandoned old building...