"You push the time back to last autumn, do you remember what happened to her?"
The most important thing that happened to Xie Xue last year was that she was almost dismembered by Jiang Lanpei.
He Yu said, "Chengkang Mental Hospital."
"Yes. I've been thinking for a while now, how could she be exposed to RN-13, a drug that can cause mental illness. And it's a small dose, even a one-time use. And the drug she's taking It's still a new drug after the change. Finally, I thought of what Jiang Lanpei said at the time. I don't know if you still have an impression. "
He Yu seemed to have the crazy shadow of that woman again in front of He Yu's eyes.
The woman in the red dress held a bloody knife in her hand, Liang Jicheng, who had scattered corpses under her feet, and Xie Xue, who was unconscious, was in her arms.
comatose...
coma…
Lightning flashed through his mind, and under Xie Qingcheng's reminder and watch, He Yu suddenly remembered—
"She said at the time that she gave Xie Xue medicine!!"
The voice of the dead woman seemed to reverberate in this room at this moment, echoing between the two of them. Xie Qingcheng and He Yu both saw these words hovering like vultures in each other's eyes, casting the shadow of memories on them. The woman grinned and said, "... I tricked her into the office, and when she wasn't paying attention, I gave her a special drug... Of course I know which drug is the drug, and looking down on mental illness is the most ridiculous thing for normal people like you, I I know the drug too well, and when I'm not obedient, the surnamed Liang will give me a whole cup and pour it down..."
Such as falling into an ice cave, creepy.
At that time, they all thought it was just an ordinary drug. After all, Xie Xue's blood test did not show any problems.
But no one thought that it was specially made. It was probably a new drug, a kind of psychotropic drug, so it appeared in that kind of place and was experimentally injected into Jiang Lanpei by Liang Jicheng. In the end, Jiang Lanpei used it on Xie Xue again.
It is not RN-13, but must be born out of R-13, and its existence cannot be detected by normal inspection.
They therefore miss the best time to investigate.
"Xie Xue has no major problems at the moment, but no one can say if it drags on. Now if we want to cure Xie Xue's disease, we must get the molecular formula of the new drug or its product sample." Xie Qingcheng said, "Otherwise, there is no way."
"You told me this because you wanted me to help find a sample of the new drug, or its molecular formula, didn't you?"
Xie Qingcheng didn't answer immediately and played with the lighter.
He told He Yu the whole story, but it was only because He Yu took the initiative to ask about the situation. But he also knew that with He Yu's help, they could indeed do many things that they couldn't do under normal circumstances.
However, asking He Yu was a very uncomfortable thing for him-he had a psychological shadow. At the beginning, he asked He Yu to help him in the radio and television tower, and their relationship has been in chaos since then. It was out of control, and it was no longer clear.
Now that this relationship is finally settled, Xie Qingcheng is not sure whether to play He Yu, a card that will backlash anytime and anywhere.
He thought for a moment, then looked at him at last: "If you don't want to—"
"Am I such a ruthless person in your eyes?" He Yu said, but there was no expression on his face.
Xie Qingcheng paused: "I didn't mean that."
He thought for a while, then said, "I'm sorry, I just don't want to owe you anything."
"..." He Yu's heart was suffocating, and his face gradually became gloomy. He didn't know whether to hate himself or the other party. He finally gritted his teeth and said, "Xie Qingcheng. Why do you have to be so clear with me."
Xie Qingcheng calmly and rationally stated a fact: "Because now there is no relationship between us."
He Yu seemed to have been hit in the head with a stick, and there were stars in front of him. The giant beast in his heart was roaring. He found it all ridiculous and ridiculous. After going around for so long, today, Xie Qingcheng is still It is still possible to say the same resolute words he had made at the age of fourteen.
- That year he said, we are just an employment relationship.
The employment relationship is over and there is nothing between us.
Now the man who's slept with him too many times says that the bad debt between us is over.
It doesn't matter anymore.
In the silence of He Yu, his eyes gradually turned a little red, the redness seemed to be stained with hate blood, stained with love poison, silent with anger and unwillingness, and all of it was digested by himself.
He said softly with a sullen face, "I hope you can remember, Xie Qingcheng."
"—We are the same kind of people."
"The matter of RN13 is not only about you, but also about me."
"In this matter, even if you don't ask me, I will want to do it myself."
After saying this, he stood up suddenly.
Although in the past days, he hoped day and night to be alone with Xie Qingcheng, but when he actually met Xie Qingcheng, he smelled the charming smell of tobacco and the refreshing smell of disinfectant on his body, and saw his well-built bones. Playing with a lighter with his hands just a short distance away, He Yu would think that he could have hugged him, kissed him, pestered him, and even made love with him before.
Now, he can only listen to Xie Qingcheng saying every word with a cold determination, slaying his heart. The alien beast that had just been named in his heart was bleeding with pain and wailing in his heart, but He Yu could only tell it, don't scream, shut up for me.
Xie Qingcheng used to be the medicine that could calm him.
Now it has become a poison that stimulates his spirit.
He Yu felt that if he was tortured by Xie Qingcheng like this again, he wondered if he would suddenly lose control and do something to hurt the other party.
So he had a cold face, paused for a moment, and finally said to Xie Qingcheng indifferently, "I'm leaving."
Xie Qingcheng: "Wait a minute."
He Yu turned back with a stern face, but there was some expectation in his heart.
Xie Qingcheng said, "My cigarette."
He Yu froze for a few seconds, his black eyebrows stood up, and in front of Xie Qingcheng, he took out the pack of cigarettes that he had just taken away, and then directly clenched his fists and squeezed them flat. A precise shot was thrown into the trash can.
"Smoke smoke, dead smoker, you know how to smoke, I see what else you can smoke!"
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
After He Yu went home, he took a bunch of medicine, suppressed his emotions, and stopped thinking about what Xie Qingcheng had said to him.
When his emotions calmed down a little, he began to open his notebook to sort out the investigation context of Xie Xue.
At first, he thought that it might not be that difficult to investigate, but after he smoothed out several lines on paper, he realized that Xie Qingcheng had indeed fallen into a very difficult situation before. Almost all leads are broken.
First of all, Xie Xue was injected with medicine, which happened in Chengkang Hospital. From Jiang Lanpei's mouth, we can know that this medicine is special, and Liang Jicheng specially gave her to paralyze her spirit.
From these words, the valid information that can be extracted is clear—
First, this medicine should not be exposed to other normal patients in Chengkang Hospital.
Second, the drug is likely to be directly administered by Liang Jicheng.
But now Liang Jicheng is dead, and Chengkang Hospital has turned into a scorched earth. Whether it is looking for people or things, there is no longer a chance.
In addition, He Yu also turned on the computer and checked the details of Chengkang Hospital.
As he expected, Liang Jicheng's son, wife, all senior partners of Chengkang Mental Hospital, either died in the fire at the time of the Jiang Lanpei incident, or were murdered or died mysteriously shortly after the fire. Not a single one alive.
In this case, the only way to find the culprit is to investigate Liang Jicheng's social connections.
He Yu has a lot of communication in the business circle here, Xie Qingcheng can ask Chen Man and Zheng Jingfeng for help, but unknowingly, more than a month has passed, and the two of them still haven't gotten any results.
The other party and Liang Jicheng are obviously not in direct contact, and they attach great importance to the separation of relationships. In Liang Jicheng's social network, there is no problem with any of them.
Until one day, He Yu inquired about someone.
Sha Hong.
Sha Hong is a prisoner of reform through labor. He is 50 years old this year. He is currently being detained in the No. 1 prison in Shanghai. Twenty years ago, he was Liang Jicheng's driver, and was fired by Liang Jicheng for his misconduct. After resigning from Liang's side, Sha Hong infiltrated the sex organization and was arrested and jailed for smuggling/smuggling/trafficking/drugs, and was sentenced to life imprisonment.
He Yu was a little excited when he found this person.
The mastermind behind the scenes was undoubtedly a very cautious person, and none of the high-level personnel related to Liang Jicheng would be left alive. But judging from the radio and television tower incident, the black hand has a very obvious characteristic—
Arrogant.
A pair of arrogant and arrogant eyes can often only see targets with higher status.
As for drivers, nannies, and cleaners, in the eyes of these people, they may not be considered "humans" at all.
He Yu is different. He Yu is the kind of character who can see a speck of dust. Although he was born rich, but because of his illness, he knows the pain of being excluded from society. He always believes that people are equal. So the "grit" that the mastermind couldn't notice, he could notice.
And he knew exactly what it meant to be a driver.
When the driver picks up the boss on a daily basis, he is likely to hear some content and see some people. Those content and people may not be important, but if you follow the "unimportant" investigation, you may find some "important" ones. clue.
He Yu arranged a visit to the prison on the same day.
In the first prison in Shanghai, He Yu met Sha Hong.
The man's hair was gray, but the gangster spirit in his eyes was still there.
He Yu took a few minutes to look at him and judged that he was a wild and untamed person, and that life in prison only trapped his body, but failed to lock his heart.
He Yu walked into the specially arranged visiting room, and Sha Hong looked up at him and didn't take him too seriously.
It's not surprising that He Yu's visit to the prisoner's speech was "I want to write and direct the collection."
These days, there are many very boring creators, who have not patiently carved out a piece of work, but have learned a lot of faults and shelves. At every turn, "digging" and "in-depth interviews" are necessary. When disturbing and stinging others for no reason, but also self-moving, euphemistically called "I dedicated my life to art."
As if interviewing an inmate or going to the trouble of being in jail for two days in prison is a goddamn sacrifice.
Sha Hong obviously regarded He Yu as such a person.
He Yu sat down in front of him, knocked out a cigarette, and passed it to him with the permission of the discipline.
Then he took a cigarette, his slender fingers clinging to the cigarette, and he took a gentle sip on the spot.
"How can a little boy learn to smoke like an adult?" Sha Hong looked down on him, bared his teeth, and smiled a little grimly, obviously not planning to cooperate with this ridiculous "choreographer".
Until He Yu casually brushed off the cigarette.
His eyes moved from the soot to Sha Hong's face: "I didn't come to collect your prison life. What I want to collect is some of your past when you were a driver."
Prisoners watch the news on time at seven o'clock every night, so it's not that Sha Hong doesn't know about Chengkang.
With his personal intuition, he immediately realized that there was something in the words of the person who came, and the "collecting style" was probably just an excuse given by the other party who didn't want to attract the attention of the prison guards.
Sha Hong picked up the cigarette He Yu had just handed him from the table, borrowed the fire, and took a slow puff.
For the first time, he looked at He Yu's face with interest but calmly.
Both read something obscure in each other's eyes.
In the end, Sha Hong smiled: "Then what's so good to pick."
"I'm curious." He Yu said, "I want to do a show on Criminal Minds, but I don't want to find someone who started this way very early. You made a wrong move later, there are many stories, and I have seen big storms and big people. I have a lot to say about you and the influential people you have come into contact with... Burmese drug lord, Yanzhou drug king, the legendary croupier of Macau Casino, and Dean Liang who you served first , are very interested.”
But He Yu only tapped the corner of the table with his knuckles when talking about Dean Liang.
Sha Hong saw this action, but the prison guard didn't notice the mystery.
Sha Hong was quiet for a while, and sneered like a slobber dog: "Oh, I understand what you mean."
He Yu was very satisfied with Sha Hong's IQ.
This kind of secret language is not something that ordinary people can pick up.
However, Sha Hong has been smuggling/smuggling/trafficking/drugs for many years, and he has escaped arrest several times by relying on alertness. He does have a higher comprehension than ordinary people.
"Is it any good?" Sha Hong smiled and pointed, "Young man, I'm not a news training camp here. You have to give me something before I can provide you with some material."
He Yu took another puff.
Then he threw the cigarette butt away, but instead of throwing it into the ashtray next to him, he threw it outside.
"Aiya." He Yu said lightly, "Look at what I did, why did it come out?"
After saying the last four words "I came out", he raised his eyes and stared into Sha Hong's eyes—
From the light that suddenly burst out from the other side's eyes, He Yu was sure that this man understood what he meant.
The man's breathing was a little short. It's just that it's hindering the discipline, and it can't be fully expressed.
His facial muscles were tense, and after a while, he reluctantly sneered: "You are also very capable, with such a large ashtray, can you throw your cigarettes out?"
He Yu carefully wiped the ash from his fingers.
Indifferently: "Hmm."
Then he smiled: "Stop talking about smoking. Let's go back and talk about the business. I don't know Mr. Sha, would you like to do it well and give me this theme and inspiration?"