Xie Qingcheng and He Yu were the last to leave the auditorium.
When they went outside, they saw that the students were walking towards the dormitory in groups under the leadership of the teachers and the police. The school broadcast was broadcasting a notice: "Please calm down, students, don't be alone, if you are in a remote location Students, get in touch with your teachers, roommates, and classmates immediately, and please return to the dormitory in an orderly manner…”
But the sound of the radio still couldn't suppress the students' noise.
In the open air, everyone's eyes were fixed on their mobile phones, or at the school's landmark building, the Huchuan Radio and Television Tower.
It is a high-rise building specially built by the school for radio and television art students. It is completely imitated by the official TV station, and the tower body can achieve full lighting coverage.
However, at this moment, the console system has been hacked, and the entire TV tower is locked into a dazzling red, like a blood-stained sword, stabbed on the ground, with several black bodies thrown on it. It is estimated that the characters can be read clearly from thousands of meters away.
W,
Z,
L,
Throwing the handkerchief to death game, start.
Except for the Radio and Television Tower, all the smart phone signals in this area of Shanghai University are also locked by the other party's software. Everyone's mobile phones can still be used, but there is a small screen frame that cannot be turned off.
Thousands of small windows instantly turned the Huda in the night into a fluorescent galaxy. Unfortunately, every star in the galaxy broadcasts a terrifying and eerie picture.
Xie Qingcheng looked down at his mobile phone again and found that the text in the video was the same as that on the radio and television tower.
All written: W, Z, L, handkerchief-throwing death game, start.
But in the video, under each letter, there is a circle of very weird electronic dolls. The little dolls sit in a circle. One of them is a female doll swinging with a smile, standing outside the circle, holding a scarlet Handkerchiefs, like the handkerchief throwing game I played as a child.
Behind the letter W, the girl doll had already left her handkerchief behind one of the electronic boys. The boy was running, and the girl was chasing after him with a smile.
suddenly!
The female doll behind the letter W caught up with the male doll, the girl giggled, grabbed the head of the electronic male doll she caught, and twisted it off!
A few seconds later, all the mobile phones in the whole school sang softly and flatly again: "Throw it, lose it, lose the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child, don't tell him... "
Countless mobile phone loudspeakers turned the soft children's song into a chilling chorus that resounded throughout the campus.
Seeing this scene, the students became more and more frightened. They crowded together, and some even refused to go back to the dormitory. They felt that it was safer for everyone to stay in the open air together. The cowardly ones even started to sob. The phone ringing kept ringing all around, and the ringing and singing could still overlap. It was all from the parents of the students. This incident is too big, and now is the era of electronic communication, the incident in Shanghai Chuan quickly attracted extremely strong attention through various social platforms.
"Hey, Mom! I'm fine... but I'm so scared..."
"Woo woo daddy! I'm with my classmates! Mmmm! I don't run around woo woo..."
In the chaos, Xie Qingcheng also called Xie Xue immediately. After learning that she was making wontons with Aunt Li at home, he breathed a sigh of relief and briefly told her about the situation and told her to stay home safely. Go out and report to him once an hour that he is safe. Then, without talking nonsense with her, he hung up the phone.
After he ended the call, he found that He Yu was looking at him quietly, their eyes met, and He Yu looked away again.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng realized that no one cared about He Yu.
Almost everyone received news from relatives or friends, but He Yu's mobile phone was always quiet, like a pool of stagnant water. And the boy's expression was as calm as stagnant water.
Xie Qingcheng was about to say something, and at this moment, the singing of throwing the handkerchief ended, and a huge photo suddenly flashed on everyone's mobile phone. The moment the photo appeared, the two heard a soft "fuck" from the policeman next to them.
The police's paging machine also heard the extremely angry voice of their captain: "This is a fucking photo of the police's record of the scene just now! How did it get into their hands!!"
Everyone's attention was drawn.
That's a photo without any mosaicking.
The content of the photo is bizarre and powerful. It is a male corpse. He was strangled to death on a big messy bed, with his tongue sticking out for a long time.
This big-bed room is very familiar to all students. Isn't this a hotel run by Hu Chuan
Every year during the school season, many parents of students who come to report their children will choose to settle in this hotel. The hotel has a good environment. Holders of the Shanghai Pass student card can get a discount. After a wave of parents who have started school, the follow-up is the long-lasting business patronage of student couples.
The exclamations and exclamations of "I'm going" in the crowd are one after another, and most of them are boys. Because girls are relatively less daring, many have already cried and turned their heads away when they saw the death picture. Boys are relatively more receptive to this type of visual stimuli, and many boys can clearly see that this is where they and their girlfriends often go to bed sheets. Damn, now Wenrou Township has become a killing field! Where will I dare to open a room here in the future, seeing the same type of big bed will have impotence/impotence.
Mr. He had never visited such a civilian hotel, and besides, he didn't have a girlfriend to take with him to open a room, so he frowned, and for a while he didn't understand why the "I'm going" among the boys around him was mixed with panic. Some shit.
But he deciphered some other content from the picture. He turned around, and he didn't care that he and Xie Qingcheng attacked each other before, and looked directly at Xie Qingcheng's face.
Then he caught the same suspicion as himself from Xie Qingcheng's eyes—
Chengkang Mental Hospital.
This method of killing has a subtle echo with the Chengkang Mental Hospital.
The first is the dress. The deceased were obviously male, but they were changed into clothes and accessories with feminine colors when they died. Liang Jicheng was wearing a full body of women's clothing, while the corpse was wearing red high heels.
The second is music. He Yu and Xie Qingcheng would never forget the song Jiang Lanpei hummed softly when dismembering the body in the office. At that time, they thought that Xie Xue had been killed, and there was a mad woman Sen from the door. Quietly humming: "Throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, put it gently behind the child, don't tell him..."
The third is the three letters WZL, which confirms the mysterious message that the two of them had seen in the Neverland cave.
Gradually, more and more students realized Jiang Lanpei's similar killing methods, and there were whispers filled with fear in the crowd.
"... Jiang Lanpei..."
"Yes, it's the song about throwing a handkerchief. She was singing it when she killed someone. I saw it in the newspaper..."
"Do those red high-heeled shoes look like the shoes she was wearing in the photo of Jiang Lanpei in the newspaper?"
"Oh my god, I heard that 'shoes' represent evil spirits, and it also means 'send you away'..."
One of the students may have been frightened and lost control, and screamed and shouted: "It's really Jiang Lanpei! Jiang Lanpei is desperate!!!"
As soon as this voice shouted, it was like a pot was exploded around.
He Yu had told Xie Qingcheng before that after Jiang Lanpei's tragic death, because of her experience and the way she died, some time among the students began to spread a kind of "as long as you write the name of the scumbag and the method of death, you can sign it." Jiang Lanpei, the ghost that the woman turned into will come to claim her life."
Now this photo undoubtedly echoes this kind of weird campus talk. Coupled with the magnification and projection of countless mobile phones, the emotions of the students will inevitably be greatly stimulated.
Seeing that the scene was getting more and more chaotic, the police officers and teachers who were responsible for evacuating the students raised their loudspeakers, used their milk-feeding energy, and shouted over there:
"Quiet!!! Classmates! Don't stay here, follow the teacher back to the dormitory! We will protect your safety!"
The students were driven forward again like ducks, but their eyes were still fixed on the murder photos.
The result of overprotection on weekdays is that students have a very low tolerance threshold for such pictures. When they really see such a bloody and terrifying scene, they can't take their eyes away, and they are afraid and afraid. The more afraid they are, the more they watch. , the more you look, the more confusing it becomes.
Security evacuation was already difficult, but at this time, the screen of everyone's mobile phone video changed again.
The picture of the deceased disappeared, and the content of the screen returned to the "WZL throwing a handkerchief death game".
However, compared to just now, the picture has changed slightly.
Behind W, the deceased's name "Wang Jiankang" was accurately marked. The little cyborg who lost his handkerchief next to his name was already black. All the smiling and playing games were frozen there. The picture was frozen on the boy's head. Unscrewing on that scene.
And under W Wang Jiankang, the Z letter, the electronic children following it were originally stationary, but now they began to spin rapidly. The little electronic girl with the red handkerchief grinned and ran around the circle, lingering behind the "children", ready to drop the handkerchief at any time...
The second round of the killing game has begun.
Xie Qingcheng and He Yu glanced at each other, and they both remembered the phrase "WZL will be killed recently" on the Neverland guest book.
At that time, they all thought that WZL was the initials of one person, and they never suspected that it was the beginning of three people's names...
W, Wang Jiankang is dead.
Z, who will it be
Suddenly, He Yu's cell phone rang.
He Yu was stunned for a moment, and when he saw the name of the caller, he took a second to answer the phone uncomfortably: "...Dad."
He Jiwei was coming out of the airport when he saw the news of the Shanghai video murder case sent by the secretary to him: "What happened to your school? How did the security work, how could such a thing happen."
He Yu didn't answer.
He Jiwei: "Where are you now?"
"The school hall entrance."
"I asked Li Bureau to send someone to pick you up."
"No." He Yu glanced around, everyone was about to turn into canned sardines, not to mention that Xie Qingcheng was still standing beside him. If he was picked up by a police car at this time, Xie Qingcheng would probably be on his tongue. Not to mention, the look in his eyes will be an octave lower in the future. "No, the police car can't come in. I'll go back to the dormitory in a while."
"Then what happens—" But He Jiwei also heard the chaotic movement from He Yu's side at this moment. He stopped and sighed, "Do you have any acquaintances around now?"
He Yu glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
I don't know if this man is his acquaintance.
Or as they both believed before, they were just a doctor-patient relationship that ended cleanly.
"Hello? He Yu, are you listening?"
Just as He Yu was about to speak, he heard a boy's voice on the phone: "Dad! Slow down, I have something on the plane and I have to talk to the crew."
"..." He Yu's eyes lightened a lot when he heard the movement over there, "It's okay Dad, there are people I know here."
After speaking, he glanced at Xie Qingcheng.
"I'm with Dr. Xie."
"Xie Qingcheng?"
"Ok… "
"What is he doing with you, is he seeing a doctor for you?"
He Yu couldn't tell.
After Xie Qingcheng left the hotel, he has been trying to find fault with him, and it seems that he has not taken much care for him.
But he somehow seemed to be much better. His attention wasn't entirely focused on Xie Xue's incident.
He hadn't noticed it before, he didn't have much trust in Xie Qing, and always felt that Xie Qingcheng was just taking advantage of the fire and making trouble for himself. But at this moment, he suddenly realized that this may be a treatment method that Xie Qing presented to him.
In addition to physiology, Mental Ebola also has important psychological factors. Xie Qingcheng is not a pure drug treatment school, but he pays more attention to the guidance and establishment of the patient's spiritual world. Sometimes it's appropriate to say that he's a little biased towards idealism.
This is also the reason why Xie Qingcheng is not suitable for short-term consultation, but suitable for long-term escort. A therapist like him usually does not repeatedly emphasize: "If you are sick, let's talk. If you have anything to say to me."
He usually intervenes psychologically on patients in a way that is closest to life and least easy to detect. He always wanted his patients to feel like a normal person.
In terms of psychotherapy, sometimes it is not enough to see how professional the doctor said during the process.
In fact, in the end, what people want to see is what kind of comfort the patient has received and what kind of mental state has changed.
He Yu found that he was arguing with Xie Qingcheng during this period of time, racking his brains to deal with the stumbling block he caused him, and actually came out a lot from the initial blow of lovelorn.
He was slightly taken aback by this discovery, and looked up at Xie Qingcheng: "..."
He Jiwei: "Why don't you speak again? What's the matter?"
"It's okay." He Yu coughed lightly and turned his eyes away from Xie Qingcheng, "Yes, he is treating me."
"This Xie Qingcheng... He refused to keep him before, but asked him not to, but instead wants to be a volunteer."
Mr. He Yu couldn't say that he had gnawed on people when he fell ill in the hotel before, which stimulated Dr. Xie, and Dr. Xie took care of it when he couldn't see it. He had to embarrassedly said: "He... He just looks at it occasionally. It's not fixed."
He Jiwei paused: "That's okay. Then follow him, don't go back to your dormitory. What's the safety of the little children gathering together? You follow you to Dr. Xie and go back to his dormitory with him."
He Yu: "...Dad, this is inappropriate."
"What's inappropriate? He brought you from childhood to adulthood, and he is willing to help with this matter."
"He's not my doctor anymore."
"One yard is one yard, and there is no human relationship outside the employment relationship? Otherwise, why does he occasionally see your doctor? Besides, he didn't make trouble in our house, so why is it so cold and clear? You don't If you're embarrassed, just give him the phone and I'll tell him."
He Yu's brother's voice came from the other end of the phone again: "Dad, why are you walking so fast, who is it? He Yu?"
"...I see." He Yu didn't want to listen to this voice any longer, "I'll hang up first."
After closing the line, He Yu set his eyes on Xie Qingcheng and coughed lightly, "That—"
Xie Qingcheng: "your father asked you to go back with me."
"...you heard that."
Xie Qingcheng hummed, and He Yu walked along the crowd. Hu Chuan is now closed, and Xie Qingcheng can't go back to Shanghai Medical Department, but he can go to Xie Xue's dormitory. He told Xie Xue just now that he also knows the password of the electronic lock.
The two managed to follow the crowd back to the dormitory, and Xie Qingcheng opened the door.
"come in."
The living room lights were turned on, and the homey atmosphere in the room dispelled the overwhelming sense of oppression outside. Although the terrorist action is still going on, in such an environment, it is more like watching a fire from the other side, and it is not as suffocating as watching a movie where the police and the murderer are fighting.
What's more, this is Xie Xue's house, and they are greeted by a coffee table with junk snacks and bear puppets.
And there are two bowls of little raccoon cup noodles that have not been lost.
He Yu: "… "
Xie Qingcheng: "…"
It's hard to be scary.
Xie Qingcheng closed the door, loosened a button on his collar, and began to clean up the trash for Xie Xue with a sullen face.
He Yu looked at the living room with nowhere to go. Although he had been to Xie Xue's residence before, Xie Xue would clean up by himself before inviting him in.
Unexpectedly, the room that has not been taken care of is actually like this, comparable to the scene of the recycling station.
For a while, he felt that this was more shocking than the photos of Wang Jiankang's murder scene. It was difficult to associate such a messy house with Xie Xue's usual refreshing appearance.
He leaned against the door for a while with his hands behind his back, and then asked cautiously, "...Is it the same as usual?"
"It's always been like this." Xie Qingcheng was used to being a father for a long time, and expressionlessly picked up a bear that Xie Xue had thrown on the ground, patted it clean, and put it back on the cabinet.
He Yu: "..."
"You go and boil some hot water and make two cups of tea."
"… good."
When He Yu was making tea, he found that there were also two sets of tea sets that Xie Xue had thrown in the pool. There were some tea leaves in the filter bag, which was black tea that Xie Xue did not like to drink.
Something flashed in his mind, but before he thought about it, he heard Xie Qingcheng say to him in the living room, "Take the Tibetan tea on the third floor of the tea cabinet, I will drink the Tibetan tea."
He Yu responded and focused on the Tibetan tea that his "President Xie" asked for in Xie Xue's pile of snacks and drinks, and didn't think about the black tea bag and two sets of tea sets.
The house was quickly cleaned up. Xie Qingcheng looked very sharp, especially elite, and did not eat human fireworks, but in fact, it was only a level of him.
A man who can start to pull up his sister who is eight years younger than him when he is still a teenager will never be a fuel-efficient lamp.
When He Yu made tea and came out with a tray, Xie Qingcheng was bending over to clean up the last stack of books thrown on the carpet.
The way he leaned over was beautiful, because his legs were very straight and long, and his waist was thin. When he was lowered, his clothes were stretched straight, and his thin waist under his shirt could be clearly seen.
Seeing He Yu coming, he straightened up and put the books back on the bookshelf, looked sideways at him, raised his chin slightly, and motioned Secretary Xiao He to put his Tibetan tea on the already clean coffee table.
Secretary He: "I'm soaking in the snow cold incense. That's right."
"Ok."
After Mr. Xie collected his things and washed his hands, he sat down on the sofa and loosened his collar.
Even though they were separated by the wall, they could still hear the noise of people outside, the sound of sirens, and even, as long as Xie Qingcheng turned his face slightly, they could see the blood-red sword-like tower through the living room window.
On the phone, the little girl behind Z was still spinning after losing her handkerchief.
Xie Qingcheng: "Hacker?"
He Yu: "Definitely. The locked range is the mobile electronic equipment and radio and television towers in this area."
He said, probably because Xie Qingcheng and his mobile phone were annoying to play this video at the same time, and probably because of the hacker's habit of competing for strength, he turned on the mobile phone and began to enter a code command.
"...Somewhat interesting, they use the latest equipment in the United States. I have contact with it once." He Yu said softly after a while, "This equipment has a wide radiation range, but there are bugs, it is not difficult to get out of control."
He stared intently at the deciphered code on the screen, making a code breakthrough to the opponent's defense system.
A few minutes later.
He Yu's phone was really quiet.
His phone was free from the other's technological radiation, and he casually tossed it aside.
"It's that simple?"
"My skills shouldn't be considered the bottom." He Yu, who ranks among the top five hackers on the dark web, said modestly, "He shouldn't have offended me."
"Can you stop the radiation in the entire area?"
He Yu smiled: "No, I can't do that without genuine equipment. And it's the police's business. If I involve myself in it, it's easy to be the subject of investigation. I don't have any protection for your mobile phone. Keep watching the video."
What he said made sense, and Xie Qing agreed.
He Yu sat down opposite Xie Qingcheng and asked, "By the way, do you know that Wang Jiankang?"
Xie Qingcheng is a professor of medicine in Shanghai, and Wang Jiankang is a staff member of Shanghai University. He Yu just asked casually. Unexpectedly, after Xie Qingcheng took a sip of cold fragrant Tibetan tea, he closed his eyes, leaned back on the sofa, and spit out two words: "I know."