Point of No Return
Chen Heng: "Long-term fatigue can significantly increase the risk of high blood pressure."
"Impossible!" Li Qingyun flatly denied, "My dad's sleep and rest schedule were normal during that time. It's impossible for him to be tired."
"Then why has Li Guohong taken medicine more frequently?" Chen Heng asked calmly.
"Because, because..." Li Qingyun thought of the rapidly decreasing pills at home, and he couldn't say the rest of the words.
He couldn't find a reason.
Why?
Because of the weather, because of the diet, because of the season, or because...
Li Qingyun suddenly turned around and looked at Li Liang.
Li Liang stood there expressionlessly, and when he noticed his gaze, he just glanced at him coldly.
It was at this time that Li Qingyun realized that he might never have understood Li Liang, and had never figured out the cause of the car accident.
"Your family," he said, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, his eyes fixed on Li Liang, "what did you do?"
Li Liang didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the front without any focus.
What did you do?
He had asked this question before, but no one responded to him.
All that was left for him was broken glass on the floor, scolding and the sound of slamming doors.
"Li Liang's father has been out of work for three years. He's very short of money," Jiang Qing recalled the message He Feipeng had sent her ten minutes ago. "To be more precise, he's very short of money."
Li Qingyun was stunned. How could this happen?
Didn't Li Mingcheng work for a furniture company? If he didn't have a job, then his coming in and out early and late all those years were just a lie, and were the things he told about the company during the holidays also lies?
"He became obsessed with stocks and invested all his money in stock trading over a three-year period."
"The stock market is a high-risk, high-return market. Some people can make a fortune, while others lose everything. But everyone who enters the stock market knows that no one can win all the time."
"The winner only wins more often than he loses. It would be fine if Li Mingcheng was the one with the unique vision."
"But, unfortunately, he failed to make money from the stock market and lost all his original capital."
Jiang Qing actually hadn't studied the financial industry much. Her only impression of that unfamiliar field was that it was "legal gambling" within the scope permitted by national laws, and that the profit was made from the information price difference.
No one can come out of it with a smile every time, unless you are a gambling god with a background.
Even professionals who enter the market have a chance of walking out crying, let alone ordinary people.
Maybe it's a bit of a generalization, maybe what she said is all stereotypes, but the only thing that is certain is that Li Mingcheng is not the lucky one. He is one of the many leeks that were cut, one after another, and they have become the nourishment of the stock market.
“The more you lose, the more you want to win.”
"He frantically studied all sorts of so-called financial books, sniffed out rumors, and considered stock trading his entire life, until now."
Jiang Qing looked at Li Liang. "He has been out of work for three years and has a lot of debt."
"The creditors came to his door, and he started to panic. What should he do? He was about to lose the ability to keep his secret."
"What to do? He doesn't want his peaceful daily life to be disrupted."
Li Liang listened silently, his dark eyes darker than the night so that no one could be seen.
What should I do? What else can Li Mingcheng do?
A person like him, in the end, still wants to turn things around.
"Li Mingcheng found Li Guohong and perhaps told him part of the truth, perhaps the whole truth, or perhaps he made up a lie. The specific circumstances are unknown. All we know is—"
"Li Guohong helped him."
He Feipeng tracked down Li Mingcheng, found his fellow stockholders, and got some vague fragments from them.
It was difficult to find out the details in a short period of time, so they could only work backwards based on the results.
"Li Guohong started swapping shifts with his colleagues from time to time. Lanyu saw this as a form of company-implied humanistic care, as they believed the occasional shift swaps wouldn't delay anything, and they also had ample rest time after the shifts. "
These matters were later re-investigated by Wang Huaqiang, and the results were only obtained just now. The missing parts were connected to all the previous matters.
"But what they didn't know was that during their break, Li Guohong went to find Li Mingcheng, and the two of them took turns driving the taxi and doing private work."
"Drowsy driving and the potential risk of high blood pressure led him down a path of no return."
"He shouldn't have gone that day," Jiang Qing closed her eyes and said slowly, "If he hadn't been so tired that day, if he had reacted even a second faster, he could have avoided it."
An invisible bomb caused a devastating explosion.
Jiang Qing stood there in a daze, his mind in a mess, tears streaming down his face unconsciously.
With a "bang", Li Qingyun's fist hit Li Liang's face fiercely. His eyes were red and his body was shaking uncontrollably. "You say!"
"Is what she said true?" He grabbed Li Liang's collar and yelled, "Speak up!"
Li Liang's left face turned red instantly. He lowered his eyes and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then chuckled softly.
She raised her head, looked around, and finally her eyes fell on the face of the boy in front of her who was furious and collapsed.
"Qingyun," he said, "you are still so stupid."
There was a "boom" in his brain and Li Qingyun collapsed instantly. Everything was distorted in his eyes, and the things he believed in and followed in the past were shattered into pieces.
His father was killed by Li Mingcheng!
His father shouldn't have died!
If that day, if Li Mingcheng hadn't called him dad that day, then, would his dad still be around...
The world became bizarre in his eyes, and in an instant it was like a terrifying beast opening its bloody mouth towards him.
Li Qingyun stumbled around, picked up the blood-stained fruit knife from the ground, and pointed it at Li Liang.
Li Liang's enlarged face was reflected on the black iris, with all the hairs visible, but it was so strange that it was almost eerie.
"Li Qingyun!" Jiang Qing was shocked by Li Qingyun's sudden action and she screamed in surprise.
Lin Nanyan frowned, took a step forward, dragged Jiang Qing behind him, and prepared to stop the boy.
Chen Heng took a long step forward, went around from the side, and cooperated with Lin Nanyan in different directions.
Ye Meiyan, who was behind the monitor, placed her hand on the alarm button. Song Shuang didn't dare to breathe, fearing that a single breath would affect the people inside.
Everyone was facing a powerful enemy, guarding against Li Qingyun's dangerous actions.
Li Qingyun's hands were shaking and his eyes were staring straight at Li Liang. If looks could kill, Li Liang would have been torn to pieces by him thousands of times.
Li Liang, who was under the blade, retreated instead of advancing, without any fear on his face.
"Can you do it?" he asked casually.
His fingers touched the half-dried blade, and the red sticky liquid rolled over his fingertips. "Chicken blood or pig blood?"
Li Qingyun's pupils trembled and his breathing became disordered.
"I guess it's pig's blood," he said, his eyes sweeping across Li Qingyun's swollen wrist. "Pig's blood is very cheap."
It was quiet, the scene was deathly quiet.
“Ahhhh—”
Li Qingyun suddenly exploded and roared. He dropped the dagger in his hand, hugged his head and squatted on the ground, tears flowing from his tightly closed eyes.
Just now, for a moment, he really wanted to rush in regardless of the consequences.
Once it's inserted, he won't feel any pain.
Get in there and it's all over.
But, no.
His father held his hand and told him no.
Li Liang looked at the boy squatting at his feet with a bored expression.
He raised his eyes and met the only gaze among the astonished ones that revealed a hint of complex hatred. He smiled, but the smile was fleeting and no one noticed it, except the owner of the other gaze.
Li Liang collected all his thoughts and asked expressionlessly, "Any more questions?"
No one replied to him.
Things have come to this point, and no one could have predicted it.
"Since everything is fine, I'll leave first."
Jiang Qing suddenly came back to her senses as she remembered something. "What about Jiang Qing? Why do you want to kill Jiang Qing?"
"I didn't mean to kill her," Li Liang stopped walking. Without looking back, he sighed softly, "Qingyun, this is so disappointing."
As the words fell, the boy walked away gradually and finally disappeared at the end of the road, leaving behind a mess.
Jiang Qing was stunned. "What did he mean by that?"
"Li Liang won't kill Jiang Qing himself," Lin Nanyan's eyes darkened, "He just wants Li Qingyun to do it."
"Ah?" Jiang Qing was deeply shocked.
She turned and looked at Jiang Qing. The girl's eyelashes were already wet. Seeing Jiang Qing's worried look, she raised the corners of her lips to indicate that she was fine.
Under the bright white light, everyone's face was pale.
Perhaps it was a long time, so long that the moon in the sky quietly disappeared into the clouds.
Rows of people sat on the benches by the roadside, looking quietly across.
After a long while, Jiang Qing quietly swatted a mosquito to death. She couldn't help but ask, "Tell me, is he better now?"
Jiang Qing shook his head gently, "I don't know."
Jiang Qing looked at Lin Nanyan, and Lin Nanyan turned on his cell phone so that the girl could check the time.
Jiang Qing took a look and took a breath. She didn't look at it for a while. It was already this late.
She stood up, moved closer, and kicked a stone over.
"Hey, it's eleven o'clock at night. Are you going home or not?"
The stone rolled all the way to Li Qingyun's feet. His heated brain calmed down very early. He just noticed the gazes of the people around him, so he hugged his legs and dared not look up.
The stone hit the upper of his shoe, and he moved his shoe slightly outward.
"There are so many mosquitoes here," Jiang Qing's eyes lit up, and it seemed that she had woken up. She grabbed a mosquito in the air, but it was empty. "You should go home soon, your mother must be waiting for you at home."
She winked at the people next to her, and soon, Li Qingyun heard a flurry of footsteps passing by him and disappearing in an instant.
The surroundings fell into complete silence, and Li Qingyun slowly raised his head.
He was the only one left on the empty land. Somehow, his eyes became moist. He slowly stood up and walked towards home with his numb feet.
At another corner of the street, two heads of the disappeared people suddenly appeared.
Looking at the boy's limping back, Jiang Qing asked, "He won't do anything stupid, will he?"
Jiang Qing: "No."
Lin Nanyan and Chen Heng leaned against the wall, looked at each other, and said nothing.
"That's good," Jiang Qing said, relieved, turning around and announcing, "Although our actions today had some twists and turns, fortunately, we finally achieved results."
"Senior, your crisis is resolved!"
Li Qingyun should not attack Jiang Qing. Both sides were wrong in the previous incident. No matter how much trouble he wants to cause, he should go to Li Liang.
Jiang Qing's expression was a little complicated, but seeing Jiang Qing's joy, she smiled and responded, "Yeah."
"Everything is settled. I'm studying hard for the college entrance exam. After the exam, I'll have a part-time job in an art class. You don't have to worry about me. I'll live a good life."
"Okay." Jiang Qing had originally planned to find Jiang Qing to play together after the college entrance examination. Now it seemed that her senior was very busy. She blinked and clenched her fist.
"Senior sister, good luck on the college entrance exam!"
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