Zhai Chen casually put on some clothes and rushed downstairs like his butt was on fire. It was pitch black outside, and the night blind could only turn on the flashlight and make do with the dim street lights.
The street is sparsely populated, only a drunk man wandering around, chanting as he walks: "Love if you die—"
Zhai Chen called for an online car-hailing and no one took the order, so he could only stand on the side of the road to stop the night shift rental. There are not many night shift taxis, and it takes about five minutes to stop one. He couldn't see clearly, and he waved his hand as long as it was a spot of light. Fortunately, I was lucky, and soon I saw a green light spot, which should be the "empty" light of the taxi.
"Hey, you're in the way!" A drunken voice came from behind, with a strong smell of alcohol. Zhai Chen turned around and took a look with his flashlight, and found that it was a middle-aged bald man.
I don't know if I was laid off by the company, or if my wife ran away with someone, she looked unhappy. Dazzled by the flashlight, he immediately scolded: "What kind of photo is it taking, little slut!"
The taxi stopped, Zhai Chen got in the car in a hurry, too lazy to bother with the drunk. Unexpectedly, as soon as the passenger door was opened, the drunk slipped into the back seat and lay still.
"I stopped the car first." Zhai Chen dragged him down.
The drunk man laughed, his feet still hanging outside the car, he patted his stomach and burped loudly: "This car is mine now, drive!"
The taxi driver didn't want to pull such a drunk man, and he was reluctant to start the car.
Zhai Chen considers himself to be a good-natured person, and it may be okay if he encounters such a thing in ordinary times, but today is not normal! Taking a quick breath of oxygen, he grabbed the drunk man's ankle and dragged him down.
"Ow!" The middle-aged man let out a scream like a pig.
Zhai Chen threw the man onto the sidewalk with one hand, ignoring the man's increasingly fierce abuse, clapped his hands and got in the car to close the door, and politely replied: "I will kill you again by calling me a ghost."
The taxi driver didn't dare to look at it, so he stepped on the accelerator and jumped out: "Little brother is very strong, ahaha."
"It's okay, I usually rely on this to eat," Zhai Chen said in a gloomy tone. He was too lazy to joke in his heart, so he scare the other party directly to prevent the other party from taking a detour, "Go to Yutang Bay, drive quickly, there is an urgent matter."
"Okay." The driver didn't dare to think about which bowl of rice he ate, he deserved it very neatly. Regardless of speeding or not, he swooped onto the elevated and turned the taxi into a midnight race car.
After getting off the taxi, Zhai Chen ran all the way into the house.
Gao Yusheng was still sitting in front of the workbench, his face pale. Hearing the sound, he raised his head mechanically, and the moment he saw him, there was obviously a radiance in his eyes.
"What's the matter?" Zhai Chen walked over quickly, pressed his shoulder to look up and down, made sure he was not injured, and looked around vigilantly.
The room was empty and left as it was, with no signs of being invaded. In the color printer on the desk, there is a photo that has just been printed. Complex programs are automatically running on the computer interface, and countless letters are beating wildly.
"It's okay," Gao Yusheng shook the hand on his shoulder, as if he could draw strength from it, and put his hand on the keyboard again to tap, "Someone sent me an anonymous email, and I'm tracking the source. "
Zhai Chen tore off the photo in the printer, took a closer look, and couldn't help but shrink his pupils. On the five-storey office building, big red characters - "Gao Yuan" were written, and half of the word "Yuan" was not in the mirror. Although the woman standing on the roof couldn't see the clear facial features, he must be Gao Yusheng's mother, Ye Rong.
This business suit, which he often sees Ye Rong wearing, is his first impression of urban work clothes. Clean, flat, and decent. Aunt Ye likes this outfit very much. She wears it every day when she goes out early and returns late. When she comes back, she will bring them all kinds of delicious food. Maybe it was because of the food reward that Zhai Chen looked at this suit very nicely.
The scrolling interface on the computer stopped, and a red exclamation mark jumped out.
"I didn't catch up." Gao Yusheng pursed his lips slightly.
"Since the other party dares to send it to you, he must be on guard against your skills," Zhai Chen said in a hoarse voice, mentioning Gao Yusheng's wrist still tapping on the keyboard, "Don't do it."
Gao Yusheng looked up at him, moved his bloodless lips, but said nothing.
"Get up, let's go to the bedroom and talk." Zhai Chen turned off the computer forcefully and pulled him out of the environment.
Gao Yusheng stood up obediently, but just as he stepped out, he fell directly in the dark.
Zhai Chen quickly took it into his arms: "Yusheng!" It probably just disappeared for a moment. After leaning on his shoulder, Gao Yusheng opened his eyes and insisted that he was fine and refused to go to the hospital.
Just now, in order to run faster, Zhai Chen took oxygen on the road, but fortunately he hadn't used up all of it, so he simply slapped the person and picked him up. The lights were not turned on in the bedroom, and he was holding someone without hands, so he walked towards the bed in the dark. When he reached the bedside, he ran out of oxygen and fell into the bed room with the person in his arms.
Just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly hugged by two arms that were clinging to his neck, firmly sticking to Gao Yusheng's body, unable to move.
"Don't make trouble." Zhai Chen didn't have any strength at the moment, and he couldn't break free for a while.
"Have you seen that photo?" Gao Yusheng refused to turn on the light and asked Zhai Chen's ear in the dark. Holding him tightly with both hands, like a dying person holding the last straw, he would not let go of anything.
"Well." Seeing him like this, Zhai Chen could only relax his body and let him hold it.
Gao Yusheng's voice was still calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "I always dreamed that I was standing on a high building and there were many people downstairs. They called me dead. The psychiatrist said that it was caused by autism when I was a child. Dreams repeat, meaningless."
"This psychiatrist is unqualified and can't interpret dreams." Zhai Chen gag, without reminding him of the problem of omission. Previously, Gao Yusheng also swore that he was not autistic, this little stubborn donkey.
Gao Yusheng smiled lowly: "It's my mother in the photo, right?"
Zhai Chen pondered and did not know what to say. The situation in the photo is obviously not a "rooftop confession" or "conference speech", but a suicide scene: "Yusheng..."
"is not it?"
"If I remember correctly, it should be." Zhai Chen felt that the hands around him were shaking slightly. He wanted to adjust himself and drag him into the bed, but he was suddenly hugged tighter.
"I always thought that it was my subconscious fear of heights, because I was afraid of heights so I always dreamed of jumping off a building." Gao Yusheng's breath became extremely unstable, and he spoke in an angry voice.
Before waiting for Zhai Chen to react, he seemed to be unable to control himself, and suddenly amplified his voice: "I only realize now that it is not me, but my mother who is standing on the high-rise building! All the news I have found says that she It was suicide, but she didn't say she jumped off the building. And, I'm sure, I've seen this picture!"
"Godsend!" Zhai Chen called him loudly, shaking his hand to turn on the overhead light.
The bright light made Gao Yusheng close his eyes, and the helpless expression on Jun's face was invisible in the light. Like a little animal abandoned on a rainy day, shivering wetly in the bitter wind and rain, if there is no help, it will be engulfed by this endless darkness.
Seeing that his arms were relaxed, Zhai Chen immediately dragged him into the bed and hugged him tightly: "Don't be afraid, my brother is here."
Regret two words, Zhai Chen now knows how to write. I shouldn't have left tonight, that's fine. If you walk on the front foot, something will happen to the back foot.
"I'm not afraid..." Gao Yusheng raised his head, the expression that was out of control just now had not fully recovered, and his brows were still wrinkled.
"Okay, you're not afraid." Teacher Zhai responded in a coaxing tone, pulling the quilt to cover him. In the middle of the night in the middle of the night, seeing the picture before his mother's death, anyone would be emotionally broken, not to mention Gao Yusheng, a child with psychological problems when he was a child.
But now I can't continue to discuss this issue with him, Zhai Chen patted him on the back through the quilt: "Hey, I'll teach you a way to deal with nightmares."
"what?"
"In the future, when you encounter danger in your dreams, you will shout to the sky, 'Brother save me', and I will wear a red cloak and fly over to carry you away." These words were used by Zhai Chen to coax Zhai Mengmeng. , after the experiment of Xiao Zhai, it is proved that this method is worth a try. That is, the uncle in the dream often does not wear a red cloak, but wears the pink-blue apron of the kindergarten uncle, which is not particularly heroic.
Gao Yusheng thought about Superman Chen in a small apron: "..."
Childish comfort was surprisingly effective for Gao Yusheng. His complexion was much better than before, and his lips were also colored. After lying in Zhai Chen's arms for a while, he could finally speak normally: "Gaoyuan used to be Ye Fengqiu's business, my mother is standing on Gaoyuan's building, is it related to the accident at the mine..."
Gao Yusheng also told Zhai Chen the news he heard in the detention center before. According to Lu Changhua's words, it was probably due to the Gaoyuan Mining accident many years ago that resulted in the birth of a large number of orphans, and Ye Fengqiu became the director of the orphanage out of guilt.
"Don't think about it yet," Zhai Chen wanted to touch his face, thinking of Gao Yusheng's thoughts, he turned a corner and rubbed his furry head, "People tend to get anxious at night, and the truths they figure out are mostly extreme. So children should go to bed early to avoid crying."
Gao Yusheng was silent for a moment, nodded slightly, and wrapped his arms around his waist: "Are you going to leave in a while?"
Being asked this, Zhai Chen was really dumbfounded. I told myself in my heart that I should stay away, but my hands uncontrollably hugged the person in my arms: "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be with you."