Zhou Song followed Han Feilu back to the office. The office was smoky and messy with a few chairs, as if a small meeting had just ended. Although Zhou Song smoked, he couldn't get used to the smell of smoke.
He stood at the door holding his nose, unwilling to go in.
Han Feilu jingled the bell and cleaned the office, then opened the window for ventilation and said: "Please come in, young master."
Zhou Song walked in and sat on a sofa by the window.
Han Feilu turned on the air conditioner and poured him a glass of water. Then he returned to his desk and sat in a big leather chair, typing on the computer and looking through information, and ignored him again.
Zhou Song thought that Han Feilu brought him back to ask him what he wanted, and he would ask him if he was worried like a friend chatting with him. But he thought Han Feilu was too sentimental, and Han Feilu poured him a glass.
Shui stopped caring about him and concentrated on his own work, treating him as nothing. But he had to admit that it was Han Feilu's neglect that made Zhou Song feel much more relaxed.
Although Han Feilu's refusal to ask further questions was quite acceptable to him, Zhou Song still felt a little weird sitting in the Public Security Bureau office doing nothing: "Aren't you going to tell me something?"
Han Feilu looked at the computer without even looking at him: "What did you say?"
Zhou Song: "Didn't Qin Xiao call you? What did he say?"
Han Feilu: "Don't care what he says. Now it's up to you whether you want to talk or not. If you want to talk to me, just say it. If you don't want to talk, just sit here and blow the air conditioner for a while. You can leave at any time if you get tired of staying here."
Zhou Song stopped talking, relaxed, leaned back in the chair, and let out a long breath.
The only sound in the office was that Han Feilu was flipping documents, turning his chair, and typing on the keyboard. Zhou Song sat quietly and thought for a while, then his eyes drifted away unknowingly, looking at Han Feilu; Han Feilu wore a coat today that he had never seen before.
He was wearing a summer-style black T-shirt, his hair was neatly combed back, and his chin was very clean. It looked like he had just shaved in the morning, making him look much younger than usual. He was checking some information on the computer, and he might have already checked it.
For a long time, his eyes had become sore and his expression was very impatient, so he typed on the keyboard loudly, and the force of putting down the documents was almost like throwing it away. Zhou Song paid attention to his typing technique and found that he actually used Wubi input.
Zhou Song turned his head and looked out the window again. From the height of the fourth floor, he could only see the street outside the gate of the Public Security Bureau. He looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the street and said suddenly: "Can you come and sit for a while?"
The sound of typing on the keyboard stopped, and then he heard footsteps approaching, and then the fragrance of laundry detergent floated over, and then Han Feilu sat opposite him. Han Feilu also brought the cigarette case and lighter, and brought these
After putting the two things on the table, he changed his mind temporarily. He picked up a box of xylitol from the table and poured two pills into his mouth. Then he chewed the xylitol and looked at Zhou Song.
Zhou Song picked up the xylitol, poured it into the palm of his hand, smelled it, and found that it had a mint smell that he didn't like, so he threw it into the trash can and said, "Qin Xiao helped me repair the water pipe in the bathroom last night.
"
Han Feilu remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
Zhou Song put the xylitol box in the palm of his hand and looked at the ingredient list: "He went to move the dining table, but his friend let him go and didn't drive to move it. As a result, he was busy for a long time and only helped me repair the water pipe, and his own
The real thing didn’t get done.”
He said a few nonsense words at the beginning and the end. After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Han Feilu. Han Feilu was not impatient at all. No matter what he said, Han Feilu listened very seriously.
He folded his hands and held xylitol in his hand: "I had a nightmare again, dreaming about that person."
Han Feilu: "Who?"
Zhou Song: "Zhou Chen."
Only then did Han Feilu realize the seriousness of the matter. He thought Zhou Song was troubled by Chi Chenguang again, but he didn't expect it was Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen might be an even more taboo existence for Zhou Song. He couldn't help but think of the investigation not long ago.
There was a fire case in a haunted house fourteen years ago. The protagonists of this case were Zhou Song, Zhou Han, and Zhou Chen. The haunted house on fire was the villa in Changfeng Valley where Chi Chenguang was arrested, and the protagonist Zhou Han was Zhou Chen.
Song's mother, and Zhou Chen was Zhou Song's twin brother. Both Zhou Han and Zhou Chen died in the fire, and Zhou Song was the only survivor.
Zhou Song pretended to smile relaxedly: "Actually, I often dream about him, but recently I feel that something is not quite right."
Han Feilu: "What about?"
Zhou Song's eyes wandered away and his expression was confused: "I don't know what I'm doing?"
Han Feilu understood: "What happened last night?"
Zhou Song shook his head in frustration: "I can't explain it clearly, I... I seemed to have become another person. I told Qin Xiao that I was Zhou Chen, but I had no impression at all. Why should I
So? I'm trying to remember what happened last night, but I can't remember anything."
He was very anxious and kept clasping the bottle in his hand while talking, making a loud crunching sound. Han Feilu took the bottle away from him and put the water glass into his hand. He drank some water and calmed down.
Quite a few, and said: "This happened more than once, and it has happened before. I also went to see a psychiatrist for this, but it didn't help at all."
Han Feilu had never seen a psychiatrist, so he did not give his advice lightly: "Have you talked to your family?"
Zhou Song said softly: "No, I don't want them to know." He raised his head and looked at Han Feilu, "Don't you really want to know what happened in the Changfeng Valley Villa back then?"
Han Feilu said: "I know."
Zhou Song was stunned: "You know?"
Han Feilu: "I sent you home that day, and Liu Qian was waiting for you in the garage. The next day, I contacted your mother's psychiatrist Zhang Shujie, and she told me a lot of things."
Zhou Song felt as if there was a muffled thunder above his head. He did not expect that Han Feilu had already thoroughly investigated the secrets that he thought were unknown to the public. He thought it was his secret, but unexpectedly his secret had already been seen through.
He kept running naked in front of Han Feilu, like a boy with a bare buttocks.
Han Feilu understood the anger in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry. I understand you don't want others to know about this, but it's my duty to investigate clearly."
Zhou Song gritted his teeth: "At least you should tell me."
He was very angry, took a few steps to the door, pulled it open forcefully, and walked out quickly.
Han Feilu was sitting on the sofa, lighting up a cigarette, and after taking a few puffs, he heard movement at the door. He turned around and saw that Zhou Song was back again, standing awkwardly outside the door.
Han Feilu put out his cigarette in the ashtray and said, "Come in."
Zhou Song walked in slowly, closed the door again, and then sat back down opposite Han Feilu.
Han Feilu looked at him with a faint smile on his lips: "I have apologized to you. If you still don't calm down, I will treat you to dinner tonight."
The moment he walked out of Han Feilu's office, Zhou Song's anger dissipated like wind and clouds. He suddenly realized that it was ridiculous and useless to be angry about something so long ago. At this time, he just felt boring and boring, "Zhang Shujie told you
What?"
Han Feilu didn't want to speak directly: "She told me everything."
Zhou Song looked at him calmly and tiredly: "Tell me, I want to hear."
Han Feilu said: "She said that since Chi Chenguang's accident, your mother Zhou Han has suffered a lot of public attacks from the society. The media and the victims' families often harassed her. She is under a lot of pressure and it is getting bigger and bigger. Gradually
, she couldn't bear it anymore and had mental problems." At this point, Han Feilu stopped and looked at Zhou Song's face carefully. After making sure that Zhou Song's face looked the same, he continued, "She wanted to commit suicide with her two children.
"
Hearing the real inside story of the villa fire from his mouth, Zhou Song had the illusion that he had returned to that peaceful afternoon. Zhang Shujie asked him: Do you want to go home with me and stay for a few days?
He refused at the time because he didn't know that Zhang Shujie had a premonition that Zhou Han's despair and madness would lead them to death. But if he was given a chance, he would also refuse, even if he knew that Zhou Han wanted to end the lives of their mother and son.
——That night, Zhou Song saw with his own eyes that Zhou Han sealed the doors and windows, turned on the gas stove, put a pot of water on it, and opened the valve of the ignited pipe. Zhou Song thought she was just boiling water, but later he realized that she was deliberately leaking gas.
, in order to reduce the pain during the death process, her plan was to first inhale excessive gas and make herself and her two children faint, so that the fire would not be too painful when the fire started.
Is this the mother's last act of mercy? Maybe not. Zhou Han may also be doing it to cut off her own escape route. She is worried that she will escape with her children when the fire breaks out, and is worried that she lacks the courage to die, so in order to ensure that she and her children can survive.
She died in the fire, cutting off her own escape route. Later, the police investigated the scene and characterized the fire tragedy as an accident.
But Zhou Song knew it was not an accident, but he didn't explain anything. He only felt guilty for his lucky escape; no matter Zhou Han's original intention was to relieve the pain or cut off the escape route, in the end she failed because Zhou Song survived
Come down.
Zhou Song laughed at himself: "I was the failure in her plan. I should have died that night. If she knew I was still alive, she must be very disappointed in me."
Han Feilu said: "You shouldn't think that way, Zhou Han has no right to take away your life."
Zhou Song stopped talking, lowered his head sadly, and remained silent for a long time.
Han Feilu looked at him seriously for a long time and said, "You have forgotten something, right?"
Zhou Song was startled: "How do you know?"
Han Feilu: "I can see that you are very confused."
Zhou Song had a complicated mood: "Do you think everyone is so accurate? Or is it just me?"
Han Feilu: "It's easy for you to understand."
Zhou Song didn't agree with this sentence and said in his heart: That's because I didn't hide it deep enough in front of you.
Han Feilu said again: "Your situation is very common. This is called -"
Zhou Song interrupted him calmly: "Stress disorder that occurs after encountering huge trauma."
Han Feilu chuckled: "You know yourself very well."
Zhou Song was very frustrated: "No, I don't understand myself at all."
Han Feilu: "People can never truly understand themselves."
Zhou Song raised his head and looked at the snow-white ceiling, his eyes unfocused: "Have you ever had that feeling? When you are doing something seriously, your consciousness is instantly pulled away, and you are floating in the air looking at yourself while you are busy.
Suddenly you don’t know who you are; it’s like the soul has left the host, but the host doesn’t notice the departure of the soul, because there is still a soul in the host. If there are two souls in a host, does it mean that the host has two identities?
?”
Han Feilu tried to understand his words: "How many identities do you think you have?"
This question stumped Zhou Song. He didn't even think about it, so how should he answer it? So Zhou Song said something ambiguous: "I always feel that Zhou Chen is not dead."
When Han Feilu heard this, he told him categorically: "Zhou Chen is dead, there is no doubt about it."
Zhou Song's mind was wandering and he didn't hear what he was saying: "The first person I think of when I wake up every day is him. It feels horrible, like he lives in my body and he sleeps when I sleep."
He woke up when I woke up. I can’t get rid of him and I can’t forget him. I’ve forgotten so many things, why can’t I forget him?”
Han Feilu: "What have you forgotten?"
Zhou Song chuckled softly, as if he was mocking himself: "I have almost forgotten everything that happened that night. I forgot how the fire started and how I escaped. I only remember her.
She turned on the gas stove and boiled a pot of water, turned on the gas valve, and then took me upstairs to my room to sleep. I also asked her what should I do if the water dried up after we fell asleep? She said it didn't matter, she would wait until the water dries up.
Boil...I have no memory of what happened next. I was woken up by the siren of the fire truck. When I woke up, I found myself lying in the woods outside the door. The house not far in front was opening.
The fire was so intense that the sky was red. After the fire was completely extinguished, the firefighters carried out two charred corpses. Although their faces had been burned, I knew who they were."
Han Feilu: "Why didn't you tell the police the truth about the fire back then?"
Zhou Song shook his head gently: "I don't want to say it, this is ridiculous, just as ridiculous as Chi Chenguang."
Han Feilu: "Your concealment has caused you to suffer a lot of misunderstandings. Don't you think this is unfair to you?"
Zhou Song sneered: "I know what you are talking about. Many people suspect that I set the fire and burned them to death. Because my family is legendary, they made up many legendary stories for me. I am
Chi Chenguang's son, so I must be cunning and vicious, I'd better be an antisocial pervert, otherwise I will live up to many people's illusions about me."
He spread his hands and said with a smile: "I live up to expectations and have indeed become a messy person."
Han Feilu looked at him calmly, with no emotion on his face: "Would you like to drink milk tea?"
Zhou Song: "...what?"
Han Feilu: "I want to ask you if you want to drink milk tea. I want to treat the girls in the office to drink milk tea. I can buy you a cup by the way."
Zhou Song felt very strange in his heart. He confided to Han Feilu some of his very heavy thoughts, but Han Feilu didn't seem to realize the weight of what he just said. He was a little weak, as if his fist was empty;
Fortunately, because the punch had no impact point, it didn't hurt at all.
Han Feilu took out his mobile phone and opened the takeout app: "I have noticed it a long time ago. You think too much and too deeply all day long. You are always thinking, thinking about others and thinking about yourself, why you are alive, and your
Does life have meaning? I tell you responsibly that there is no meaning. Your life is meaningless, and your life is meaningless. Not only you, but everyone's life is meaningless. Looking at the vastness of the universe, you are just an insect.
, what meaning can a bug have? Let me tell you what things are meaningful: whether it rains tomorrow is meaningful, what to eat for dinner is meaningful, coffee with or without ice is meaningful, milk tea with or without sugar is meaningful, and other nihilistic and profound fantasies
It’s all nonsense. Now tell me, does your milk tea add sugar?”
Zhou Song was stunned for a while: "Add, add sugar."
Han Feilu paid the money, stood up and walked towards the desk: "Just wait, it will be delivered in a moment."
He deliberately picked the nearest store, and within ten minutes, the takeout was delivered to the door. He called Gu Hai and asked Gu Hai to pick it up. Gu Hai first shared a cup with the policewomen in the office, and then took the remaining
The next two cups came to Han Feilu's office: "Team Han, your milk tea."
Han Feilu raised his chin towards Zhou Song who was sitting by the window: "Give it all to him."
Gu Hai put two cups of milk tea on the coffee table and then went out.
Han Feilu stared at the computer and read the documents attentively. After reading a document, he freed his eyes to look at Zhou Song. Zhou Song was sitting on the sofa by the window, holding a glass of jasmine milk green, turning his head to look out the window with a smile in his mouth.
He sips milk tea through a straw, looking a little silly but also a little cute.
Han Feilu ignored him and continued to do his own business. Not long after, Zhou Song came over with milk tea. He first put the milk tea on his desk, then looked around, dragged a chair over and placed it on his desk.
Across the table, I sat down on a chair.
The air outlet of the central air conditioner is at the corner of the ceiling diagonally facing the desk. The place where Zhou Song sits is the most air-conditioned place. He drank too much iced milk tea and his body was already cold. At this time, he was hit by the whirring air-conditioner.
He was blowing and feeling cold all over. He shivered, then pointed to the coat hanging on the coat rack: "Give me your clothes."
It was the black duty uniform that Han Feilu would occasionally wear when going out at night. He took off the duty uniform and threw it to Zhou Song. Zhou Song put the duty uniform on his shoulders and grabbed the milk tea cup with half a cup of ice cubes mixed in. His fingers were all wet.
Frozen: "The air conditioner in your unit is turned on too hard."
Han Feilu: "Lock him for a while?"
Zhou Song shook his head: "No, I'm not cold even with my clothes on." He lowered his head, bit the straw and took a few more sips of milk tea, then looked at Han Feilu, "Talk to me."