It was like a flash of light that was more than twenty years late, and it flashed deep into Jiang He's heart.

Twenty-five years ago, Jiang He was six years old and a primary school student. That day he had breakfast and went to school as usual. When he walked downstairs, there was a loud explosion from the building. That day, Jiang He watched his parents being carried on a stretcher in a **** mess. After that, Jiang He never saw his parents again.

In the words of Aunt Jiang He, the bodies of Jiang He's parents were terrible, how could they be shown to children. That startling glance, it became a farewell. Whether it was because of fear or helplessness, Jiang He stood downstairs blankly, no one noticed him. Until a pair of big hands lifted him up, what Jiang He first saw was not the man's face, but the man's uniform.

First a policeman, then Shao Shilin.

Shao Lao, who is now lying on the ground with blood dripping from his neck, is naturally the Shao Shilin who calmed down a heart that had nowhere to rest twenty-five years ago. From that day on, Jiang He couldn't forget anything, especially the uniform that didn't look good now.

But that illusory thing made Jiang He clinging to it for half his life.

Jiang He's aunt was a superstitious old man. Although Jiang He's parents were buried in a simple way, there was no need to save any procedures. Jiang He was the only child. On the way to the funeral, he was holding a photo of his parents in his arms and beating a flag in his hand. According to the rules, filial sons and grandsons need to cry. If it was an adult who had long separated and had an indifferent relationship with his parents, it would be fine if he couldn't cry, but a six-year-old child, facing the tragic death of his parents, did not fluctuate, not even a single tear shed.

Some people say that Jiang He is naturally cold, and some people say that Jiang He is a lonely star.

He didn't cry all the way, even when the funeral was over, Jiang He's relatives and even condolences all left.

That day, my aunt pressed Jiang He's head to the ground and shouted, "Cry, you cry for me, why don't you cry?"

Later, Jiang He was beaten all over by his aunt, but he didn't shed a single tear. On the contrary, it was the aunt who beat people, but she burst into tears from the grave.

Jiang He lost the basic element of being a human being—emotion.

In terms of closeness, Jiang He should not have been taken care of by his aunt, but Jiang He was pushed around among the many relatives, like a sick dog with a plague, and no one was willing to accept him. In the end, the oldest aunt in the family slapped the table: "None of you should take care of him, I will take care of him."

My aunt is a stubborn person. From that day on, my aunt never communicated with other relatives. She took Jiang He with her until she was about to die. When she was dying, Jiang He saw his relatives again after 17 years.

Auntie is not a person who is afraid of death. She lost her husband early and has always lived alone. Her favorite thing to say to Jiang He is: "It's good to die, and it's a hundred to die."

But that day, she cared about him, just refused to die.

Sometimes she was sober and sometimes confused, and she repeated over and over what was wrong with Jiang He. She took care of Jiang He longer than his parents, but now that she was about to die, Jiang He had no expression at all. There is no sadness, no sadness, just a cold and confused face.

She went over and over and said over and over, but in the end there was only one sentence left: "How can you live without me?"

Questions never needed to be answered by the other party. My aunt had left her only set of second floors to Jiang He many years ago, so that even if Jiang He would be a waste in the future, he could still live in the house with the rent. Longcheng lives on. Relatives scolded Jiang He as a white-eyed wolf. His aunt had raised him for seventeen years, and she didn't say a word of comfort when she came to him.

The process was exactly the same as seventeen years ago, except that there was one less old man who pressed his head to the ground and forced him to cry.

After everyone dispersed, Jiang He took out a bottle of mustard oil from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth. The spicy and pungent smell immediately made Jiang He burst into tears, and the tears flowed like a broken thread, but Jiang He's heart was not fluctuating. Even that day, a bottle of mustard oil made Jiang He cry three times. Hour.

But Jiang He understood that that was not what my aunt wanted.

There is a difference between crying and crying, Jiang He understood at the age of six.

Amnesia is not a lucky thing, otherwise it would not be a disease. The patient with hyperamnesia remembers all the memories from the beginning of the illness, especially the negative ones, such as death, such as sadness, such as sadness, embarrassment, sadness, helplessness, which is far stronger than happiness, happiness, joy, and excitement many emotions.

People with hyper-amnesia often suffer from depression, but Jiang He is lucky. At the same time as he suffered from hyper-amnesia, he was put into a mental illness at the same time. He remembered all the details of the death of his parents and aunts, but he didn't. Feel the pain.

Now he just stared blankly at Shao Lao, as if a lot of things were twisting in his stomach, making him feel sick, almost unable to move an inch. He didn't know what it was, if it was called emotion.

"Go... go."

Old Shao's voice was weak and weak, but it sounded like a thunderbolt on Jiang He's head.

Ten minutes to go, and hundreds of lives.

Jiang He understood that this might be the last time he saw Lao Shao.

Shao Lao still said: "Go, go."

Dilemma is the beginning of a person's relationship.

Jiang He's moment of hesitation was proof.

Immediately, Jiang He grabbed the mask and cloak beside him, and rushed out the door.

"Save people, Xu Yiman, come and save people right away, Elder Shao's carotid artery has been cut." Jiang He was already calm: "Guan Deng, come to my side right away, right away."

In the darkness of the night, under the colorful lights, Jiang He once again saw the uniform he had seen when he was six years old.

"Right now, record a video for me right away, and use the voice changer commonly used by crime consultants." Jiang He put on a black cloak and a mask, and said to the nearest detective.

The video was recorded with a mobile phone, and Jiang He seemed to have run out of time.

He tried to soften his tone as much as possible, facing the phone camera in the noisy background: "Hello everyone, I'm a crime consultant. Listen to the background, you should know that I'm with you. Forgive me. This is the way to give you the final command to welcome the new world. When you see this video, please tear off the collars around your necks and throw them into the air with maximum force. Throw as high as you want, bye."

After recording the video, Jiang He tore off the mask and threw it aside.

Just when he was about to ask Guan Deng where he was, a fat figure had come to Jiang He. This sweaty person is none other than Guan Deng holding the computer. Guan Deng seemed to be very tired. He slumped directly on the ground, but the notebook in his arms had already been opened.

"Send the video I just recorded to the mobile phones of everyone in this square. There's less than ten minutes left, so it should be in time, right?"

Guan Deng is still typing on the computer: "It's not difficult to send a video to everyone's mobile phone. What a criminal consultant can do, I can do it too. But the criminal consultant's collar has an electronic lock, as long as it is locked , you can't open the collar just by brute force, otherwise the neck will be torn off. I wasn't idle just now, just set up a jammer not far away."

"How long will it take?" Jiang He asked.

Guan Deng shook his head, but still typed: "It must be before the new year."

Jiang He suddenly felt a strange feeling welling up in his heart, it seemed to be a deep sense of desolation, so much that Jiang He just said, "Try, we don't have much time. Watch the video and jammer thing. manage."

Jiang He looked at the time on his computer, only the last five minutes left.

At this time, Yuan Jun also rushed to Jiang He's side and asked, "What happened? What happened to Mr. Shao?"

Jiang He turned his head to look at the cafe. The corner of the cafe was plunged into darkness. It was the light bulb that had been affected by the previous explosion. In the distance, he saw a familiar figure, Xu Yiman had already rushed to the cafe. .

Jiang He couldn't help thinking of Xu Yiman's special mental illness, she couldn't face a patient who might die. When faced with these patients, Xu Yiman would be afraid from the bottom of her heart, making her tremble, and there was absolutely no way to do what a doctor should do.

"Where's the ambulance nearby?" Jiang He looked at Yuan Jun: "Old Shao's carotid artery ruptured, it won't last long, and he must be taken to the nearest hospital immediately."

"It's parked outside the square." Yuan Jun said: "The square does not allow cars to enter."

"What did you do in the armed police? Have you ever learned to drive on special terrain? With such a big open space in the square, can't an ambulance come in?" Jiang He said.

Yuan Jun immediately understood what Jiang He meant, and he said, "Give me five minutes, and I will definitely drive to the door of the cafe."

Once everything was arranged, there was not much time left.

In three minutes, everything will be known.

Jiang He patted Guan Deng on the shoulder and said to him, "No matter what happens, protect yourself."

Saying that, Jiang He hurried to the cafe.

Guan Deng's fingers tapped on the notebook. He was already sweating profusely, but he didn't have time to wipe it. For a moment he was overjoyed, the jamming device had been completed, just waiting for him to press the button.

But when he pressed the button, he found that the transmission failed.

He subconsciously looked at the equipment he had set up not far away. It turned out that the flash in the coffee shop just now disturbed many spectators in the square. The man fell to the ground, and the line interface was disconnected.

Three minutes, less than ten meters. Just plug it back in and the video and jammer will cover the square at the same time.

Guan Deng dropped the computer and ran to the interface, but the device was surrounded by crowds.

He suddenly felt an inexplicable fear hit his heart.