Meng Zhoushan was a man of two minds. Although he only had a vague understanding of what Sui Yuesheng had experienced, the tip of the iceberg that had been revealed was shocking enough. In such a twisted environment, no one could maintain good intentions.
Similarly, Sui Yuesheng couldn't do it either, and Meng Zhoushan was mentally prepared for this.
Meng Zhoushan might not be unaware of what Yan Yuezhao said. He pretended not to know because he thought it was unimportant. He took care of Sui Yuesheng under his nose. He seemed careless at ordinary times, but in fact he was always paying attention to her every move, just to prevent Sui Yuesheng from going astray.
No one knows better than Meng Zhoushan whether Sui Yuesheng is involved in the murder.
They are ordinary people...
Wandering between white and black, hesitating between good and evil. When the sun rises, his hands are clean, and when darkness hides, all are sinners.
Who is truly good
Even Meng Zhoushan had only a little kindness in his heart, and he gave it all to Sui Yuesheng, leaving no energy for others. He sighed at the death of Chen Pingchuan and others, but could not sympathize with them.
The only thing that made Meng Zhoushan feel helpless was the boy's growing love for him. The unspeakable thoughts deep in his heart made him unable to refuse, but if he accepted, he would always have an inexplicable sense of guilt.
Sui Yuesheng is only 19 years old. Does he really understand what love is? When he grows older and has a broader world, will he really regret his decision today
Will Sui Yuesheng really not regret being with a man
Meng Zhoushan couldn't refuse, but he didn't know how to accept it. He could only pretend that he didn't know. There was a thin layer of window paper between them, and he continued to live peacefully, but he didn't expect that it would be broken today.
Meng Zhoushan hugged Sui Yuesheng's cold and trembling body and silently comforted his back. His heart suddenly ached for no reason. He was a little afraid that the boy in front of him would become fragmented again. "I know you didn't kill anyone. Don't be afraid."
"But if you know, you must tell me, okay..."
"Yue Sheng, too many people died here..."
"Maybe they all deserved it, but no one can replace the law..."
Sui Yuesheng thought Meng Zhoushan would hate him for this, after all, no one likes to be deceived. He was stunned when he heard this, and raised his eyes to look at Meng Zhoushan a little late, but there was no blame and hatred in the man's eyes as he imagined. The eyes behind the glasses were gentle and calm, just like before.
Sui Yuesheng moved her lips silently: "Uncle, don't you blame me..."
Meng Zhoushan shook his head and gently placed his palm on his knee. The warmth penetrated through the fabric and directly reached his skin, finally warming up Sui Yuesheng's cold legs. "Can you come up now?"
Sui Yuesheng's eyes were red as she said hoarsely, "Once..."
He said: "I was able to stand up when I caught the murderer, but when I tried again, I couldn't stand up..."
Sui Yuesheng followed Meng Zhoushan to the outside of Donglai Hotel. Seeing the murderer trying to stab him, he didn't know where he got the strength from, but in a hurry he threw himself in front of Meng Zhoushan. He tried later, but it didn't work.
Meng Zhoushan figured it out after a little thought. Sui Yuesheng was probably stimulated and stood up from the wheelchair unexpectedly, which happened to be captured by the surveillance camera. When Yan Yuezhao asked, Sui Yuesheng didn't want to explain more, but he didn't expect to cause his misunderstanding.
The legs still couldn't stand. After many years, they finally had a slight feeling, a faint tremor, and a silent spreading pain.
Meng Zhoushan quietly covered his knees and thought about Sui Yuesheng falling to the ground: "Did you feel any pain from the fall just now?"
Sui Yuesheng always cried easily in front of Meng Zhoushan. Hearing this, a drop of hot tears fell silently and she shook her head silently.
He never cried out in pain.
Meng Zhoushan looked at Sui Yuesheng's red and swollen eyes and said nothing. He went to the bathroom and took a towel, wet it with hot water, and then gently wiped away the tears on Sui Yuesheng's face. After a moment of silence, he said, "... Don't blame him, okay?"
Yan Yuezhao was different from him, he had not been reborn, and his views on many things were different. So Meng Zhoushan did not blame him for his recklessness and impulsiveness today, and he punched back in the hope that Yan Yuezhao would calm down.
They were not saints and could not stay rational all the time. The murders that happened one after another had made everyone's nerves tense to the extreme. Yan Yuezhao was even more so.
Sui Yuesheng knew he was referring to Yan Yuezhao, and moved his pale, cracked lips, wanting to say something, but his throat was sore and hoarse that he couldn't utter a single word.
The black level displayed on the system screen began to fluctuate, like an electrocardiogram, with the highest level approaching 99 and the lowest level falling back to 50.
The system stared at the darkening value nervously and almost fainted because of lack of breath. It instinctively felt that it might be the first system in the Interstellar Department to have a heart attack.
Fortunately, the degree of darkness finally stopped at 51 and remained unchanged. Good and evil are just a thought away.
Sui Yuesheng looked at Meng Zhoushan and finally uttered four words slowly: "I don't blame him..."
Darkness decreased by 50.
Just like the dividing line between black and white, it subtly maintains the balance.
Meng Zhoushan finally put his mind at ease. He gently stroked Sui Yuesheng's slightly red eyes with his fingertips, and said in a low and serious voice: "You know, you are all the most important people around me, and I don't want any of you to get hurt."
"When this case is over, I will move you out and take you to see a doctor..."
"Yuesheng, the world outside is much wider than you think. If you are willing, I can take you to many places..."
This is also what Meng Zhoushan has always wanted to do. He doesn't want Sui Yuesheng to be trapped in this building and never step out in his past or present life.
Meng Zhoushan stood up slowly after he finished speaking, and was about to go and get the wheelchair that he had left in the corridor, but Sui Yuesheng suddenly grabbed his hand and said without warning: "The next one to die is Yan Yuezhao..."
He closed his eyes, his fingertips holding Meng Zhoushan turned blue, and he whispered word by word: "The murderer's next target may be Yan Yuezhao..."
Meng Zhoushan paused when he heard this, looked at Sui Yuesheng in surprise, and subconsciously grabbed his shoulder: "How did you know?"
In the day after day of torture, Sui Yuesheng had long lost all his kindness. He was indifferent and watched coldly. The life or death of those people had nothing to do with him.
Can…
Sui Yuesheng slowly looked towards Meng Zhoushan, still unwilling to make anything difficult for him: "I guess..."
"Ouroboros kills people without any pattern, but this time, Yan Yuezhao broke the murderer's plan—"
"The next person to die was originally Li Juan, but Yan Yuezhao stopped it. Li Juan is now in prison, and the murderer cannot do anything, so Yan Yuezhao will take Li Juan's place and become the next target, so that the cycle will not be interrupted..."
The air stagnated for a moment.
Meng Zhoushan tightened his fingertips unconsciously: "You murderer?"
Sui Yuesheng glanced at Meng Zhoushan, his fingertips moved, as if he wanted to do something, and finally calmed down: "I will do it once."
"She is a lunatic, a brainwashed theist... She showed up once before you moved in, but she was wearing a mask and I couldn't see her clearly."
Once, Chen Pingchuan got drunk and smashed things at home to vent his anger. Wang Suying took her son and hid away. Sui Yuesheng had nowhere to go, so she could only sit quietly in the corridor as usual, waiting for Chen Pingchuan to sober up.
There happened to be a power outage, and the corridor was pitch black. After nightfall, some people went to bed early.
At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, a person wearing a mask and a cap suddenly appeared at the entrance of the corridor. She walked towards Sui Yuesheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, with a clear goal in mind. Under the cool moonlight, her voice seemed to be a sigh.
"I finally found you..."
It was a woman's voice.
Sui Yuesheng subconsciously looked at the person who came, but found that he had never seen him before. He paused and asked, "Who are you?"
Is he a thief or a desperado here in the middle of the night
The woman did not answer. She looked into Sui Yuesheng's eyes and her gaze fell on his legs: "Don't you hate them for doing this to you?"
Sui Yuesheng stared at the woman with his dark eyes, still unable to recognize her identity. His tone was unexpectedly calm: "Do you want to do it?"
The woman looked at him with compassion. She slowly extended her hand to him like a savior. On her palm was a Ouroboros pattern. “Do you know the Ouroboros?”
Sui Yue remained silent. He kept staring into the other person's eyes, feeling strangely familiar.
The woman's voice was bewitching: "It is the most perfect structure in the universe, self-sufficient. If you consume enough sin, you can transform your own energy and gain eternal life."
"You are a person deceived by sin. No one is more suitable to be the Ouroboros than you."
"I'm here to save you," she moved her fingertips slightly, as if inviting Sui Yuesheng: "Come, join me, I want you to learn to swallow the sin, and you can get rid of the pain you are suffering now."
Sui Yuesheng pushed the wheelchair expressionlessly, but backed away little by little, away from the woman's hand: "I don't understand what you are saying."
The woman looked at him with pity: "I'm here to save you..."
"After I recovered my memory, I missed you the most..."
Her voice was faint, low, and gentle.
"I finally found you..."
Sui Yuesheng didn't know, and he seemed to see an invisible abyss from behind the woman. He didn't hear what the other party said, and slowly rolled his wheelchair away without leaving a trace until his back touched the cold wall: "No need..."
Sui Yuesheng's figure was hidden in the darkness, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and his voice was sarcastic: "No one can save me."
The woman slowly withdrew her hand: "I am saving you, don't you understand?"
Sui Yuesheng didn't say anything. There were so many strange people in this building, and it didn't seem too surprising to find a madman.
There was a noise from inside the door, probably Chen Pingchuan sobering up.
The woman finally backed away slowly, saying, "You will know sooner or later that I am here to help you."
Later, she never showed up again, and Meng Zhoushan also moved in here.
It is conceivable that Sui Yuesheng paid more attention to Meng Zhoushan. He was used to following the gentle and elegant man and had forgotten about the strange stranger.
It was not until that afternoon when he was pushing his wheelchair home and passing by the stairs that he discovered the mop that had appeared out of nowhere.
Sui Yuesheng was much more sensitive to the smell of blood than ordinary people, and he discovered the clue at a glance.
The mop's cloth was a color that would only appear after being soaked in blood, and half a strand of it was accidentally exposed at the back, which was dyed with mottled dark red and purple, very similar to the color of the gangster's hair.
What is this
Maybe it's hidden behind the mop...
Sui Yuesheng stared at it for a long time, and suddenly laughed softly. He didn't know why he wanted to laugh, but he just laughed. For the first time in his life, the feeling of joy spread throughout his body, but it was brought by blood and death.
However, as he smiled, the curve of his mouth corners gradually dropped and his face became expressionless again.
Maybe, he is also a potential lunatic...
Sui Yuesheng had not yet connected the murder case to the strange woman. As the police said, this place with all kinds of people would see many murders every year. It was not until the insurance saleswoman left that he found the advertisement paper with the Ouroboros pattern on it at the door of his house...
You will know sooner or later that I am here to help you
Sui Yuesheng finally understood the meaning of that sentence.
He held the flyer and vaguely smelled the rusty smell of blood. It was undeniable that he was indeed interested and eager to make a move...
but…
Sui Yuesheng thought that maybe he...
Maybe you can leave yourself a way out.
He wanted to see the sunflower bloom with his own eyes.