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Nearing midnight, Shen Ci returned to the hotel quietly.
He paused slightly in front of the suite, swiped open the door, and the lights were off. The room was dark, with only a small induction night light at the foot of the bed. When Shen Ci passed by, it emitted a dim light.
The bed in the master bedroom had a human-shaped curve, and shallow breathing sounds could be heard. Shen Ci sat down beside the bed. Xie Yu was sleeping soundly, with half of his face buried in the quilt, his eyebrows and eyes looked calm and gentle.
Shen Ci watched quietly for a while, and was about to get up and leave when his eyes fell on Xie Yu's hand and he suddenly paused.
The wound was not bandaged, no medicine was applied, and no treatment was given to it. In fact, due to being soaked in water, the edges were swollen and white, and blood stains dried on the wound, which was red and black, a precursor to inflammation and suppuration.
Shen Ci reached out and pinched Xie Yu's wrist.
He turned over gently, wanting to take a closer look at the wound, but having just come back from outside, his fingertips felt cold, and Xie Yu was startled by the cold. He woke up from his sleep, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Shen Ci holding his hand, his brows were stern, and his expression was particularly unfriendly.
Xie Yu woke up instantly: "System? System!"
The midnight plot is here!
When Xie Yu was sleeping, the system was also shut down, and the response was half a beat slow. During this half beat, Shen Ci had already turned on the light and sat down while pinching Xie Yu's hand bones.
He lowered his eyes to look at the wound, his tone was very cold: "I asked the hotel to put a medical kit, why don't you deal with it?"
Xie Yu: “?”
He was stunned, remembering that an employee had just cleaned the room, changed the quilt and towel, and put some things in, but Xie Yu was so sleepy that he didn't care.
The touch of being held by Shen Ci was very strange, Xie Yu curled his fingers: “Uh, it’s just a minor injury, it doesn’t matter if I ignore it, right?”
During his years as a gangster in high school, he had suffered many injuries, big and small, each one more serious than this. It was just a scratch on a button, so there was no need to apply medicine.
Shen Ci: “Really?”
He took the medicine box from the table, took out a bottle of liquid, clamped Xie Yu's wrist, and poured the liquid into his mouth without saying a word.
Xie Yu was shocked: "System, where are the people? Is the plot pain shielding ready..."
Before he finished speaking, liquid slid down his fingers. The wound felt cold, but it didn't hurt. Shen Ci wiped the blood with a cotton swab, applied medicine, and then took out gauze, wrapped it around his palm, and tied it into a knot.
His expression was cold, but his movements were gentle, his fingers were nimble and light, and even the knotting movements were pleasing to the eye.
After finishing the work, Shen Ci stood up and looked down at Xie Yu: “Uncle Xie asked me to take care of you. If you make a mistake in my hands, it will be troublesome.”
Xie Yu was so confused: "Uh, okay."
His hair was messy, and he was not angry at being woken up from his sleep. His expression was dazed and innocent, like a confused big cat.
When he was down, the system finally came back.
"I'm coming, I'm coming. The pain shielding system is ready. Where is the plot...huh?"
Xie Yu's hands were wrapped tightly with gauze, and there was a faint smell of alcohol and medicine in the air.
It glanced at its host in confusion: "Is this a plot?"
Xie Yu said with a wooden face: "It's none of your business, go play."
“Ahhhhhh how can everything be alright!” The system went crazy, “If he doesn’t do anything, what will happen to our plot in the mental hospital tomorrow!”
According to the script, they were supposed to change the map and open the mental hospital dungeon tomorrow, but the two protagonists were disconnected one after another. How the hell is this game?
The system was frightened awake, but Xie Yu was still very sleepy. He said, "Go to sleep first and talk about it tomorrow."
Xie Yu was naturally careless, so he didn't take Shen Ci's night attack seriously. After the others left, he covered his head and soon fell asleep again. When he woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
He put on his slippers, got out of bed, and tentatively opened the door. The hotel corridor was empty, with neither staff nor security guards.
Xie Yu thought to himself, “Strange, Shen Ci didn’t put me under house arrest?”
According to his assumption, Shen Ci would not move him immediately for Xie Yuanhai's sake, and he should not allow him to move around freely.
He took a tentative step forward and found the corridor empty. He walked to the elevator and found the corridor empty again. He pressed the down button and still no one stopped him. He swaggered out of the hotel... and still no one.
Shen Ci seemed to have forgotten him directly.
Xie Yu sighed and raised his hand to stop a taxi: "Master, go to Qingshan Mental Hospital."
If the mountain doesn't come to me, I will come to the mountain. As long as he appears in the mental hospital today, half of the plot will be completed.
Out of his sight, in the hotel lobby, someone was silently editing a text message and sending it out.
Xie Yu got in the car and called Xu Qingshan, tactfully expressing his willingness to visit. The two had not seen each other for more than five years since he went abroad. Xu Qingshan agreed immediately, and within half an hour, Xie Yu was sitting in Xu Qingshan's office.
There were a few new patients recently, and Xu Qingshan was so busy that he poured a glass of water for Xie Yu and left him in the office.
Xie Yuze placed the novel screen in front of him, looked at the system, and began to sigh.
According to the plot, when the original owner was sent here by Shen Ci, he was already hysterical, his throat was split, and he looked like he was having a manic attack, so the doctor used several sedatives. In order to show that Xie Yu was in disgrace, the novel used a long space to describe the scene of forcing him to take the medicine, and even mentioned the name of the medicine.
Psychiatric drugs are all controlled drugs and cannot be prescribed without a prescription. Xie Yu calmly waited for Xu Qingshan to come back. With his experience with bipolar disorder many years ago and his slightly poor acting skills, he successfully made Xu Qingshan understand in detail that he was ill and tactfully expressed his need for drugs.
Many of the drugs in it are for critically ill patients. Xu Qingshan said carefully: "I don't think your condition is that serious."
After diagnosis, Xu Qingshan believed that Xie Yu had a minor illness, so he prescribed some mild medication and then pushed a card over.
Xie Yu took a look and saw it was a black card.
He looked puzzled, and Xu Qingshan explained: "This is the money you invested back then, but since our hospital has been open for many years and is in a stable stage, there are not many places to spend money. I used the rest for investment. I was lucky and made some money."
He looked at his nephew's wrinkled clothes and said politely, "If you are short of money, you can use it to change your clothes first."
Yesterday, Xie Yu and He Zhiyuan had a fight, and his well-fitting suit was wrinkled. Later, he was taken away by Shen Ci, and he had no place to change.
Xie Yu: “…”
He declined: "No thanks."
Xie Yu had a good impression of this uncle. He pushed the card back and said, "You keep it. After three months, you can buy some Xie's stocks."
The novel only briefly mentions the endings of the supporting characters. The only thing that is certain is that the three members of the Xie family are not good people. The original owner Xie Yu is needless to say. Xie Yuanshan and Xie Yuanhai both have shady deals on their hands, which were uncovered three months later. Xie's stock plummeted, triggering a panic sell-off. However, just half a year later, Shen Ci will take over the group, and the company's profits will steadily increase.
There are still several million in the card, and he cannot buy many shares now, but Xu Qingshan will buy them in three months. Even if he does not open a mental hospital, he will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life.
Xie Yu had finished something and was in a good mood. It was dusk and the system was perched on his shoulder: "Shall we go back to the hotel?"
Xie Yu was a little hesitant.
Shen Ci brought him back to the hotel yesterday because it was too late and he lived far away and it was inconvenient to drive. It was a compromise, but he didn't ask him to stay for a long time. It seemed a bit inappropriate to go back now.
The system hesitated: "Return to Wengtou Village?"
As a high-tech system, it had never stayed in such a shabby hotel, so it hummed and moaned, not very happy.
Xie Yu sighed: "Let's go home."
system:"?"
Xie Yu: "Actually, I have a house in Jiangcheng."
system:"?!"
It was even more confused: "Why don't I know?"
In order to avoid taxes, Xie Yuanshan's house was registered under the name of the company. Now that Xie Yuanhai has taken over the company, the house naturally belongs to him. However, Xie Yu never regarded it as his home and he always stayed in a hotel.
Xie Yu: "Let's go back to Wengtou Village first."
Everyone returned together. Xie Yu rummaged through the luggage for a while, then took out a brown paper bag from his backpack.
The system recognized this thing. This thing and Xie Yu traveled across the ocean to another country and returned safely to China. The kraft paper was as smooth as new without even a wrinkle, which showed that the owner had maintained it properly.
System: "What on earth is this?"
It had been curious for a long time. This thing was plain and shabby, a bag worth a few dollars at most. The original owner had carefully placed it in a luxury goods safe. Xie Yu was also careful.
Xie Yu tore open the seal and placed the things on the surface.
It was a crimson booklet with six large gold-plated characters on it.
"House Ownership Certificate".
Xie Yu touched the red book: "This should be the house my mother... no, his mother left for him."
He and the original owner have very different personalities, but they both have a violent father and a gentle, polite mother who loves him deeply.
Xie Yu's mother also left him the property certificate, which was also wrapped in brown paper and carefully placed in his luggage.
This house certainly couldn't compare to Xie Yuanshan's large flat. It was just an ordinary one-bedroom residence outside the Third Ring Road. But in the current situation, it was the best place for Xie Yu.
The house was located on the second floor of an old residential area. There was no elevator. Xie Yu carried the suitcase upstairs by hand. As soon as he opened the door, he coughed twice. No one had lived in the house for a long time. The floor, the washbasin, and the old-fashioned chest of drawers with mottled paint were all covered with dust.
The system looked around and hesitated: "Please... hire a housekeeper?"
Xie Yu: "Please, have you forgotten our character settings?"
How can a rich second-generation who is so poor that he doesn't even have money to take a taxi and is cheated by his own uncle afford to hire a housekeeper?
He rolled up his sleeves: "If we finish it early, we can still make a fire and cook dinner."
There were many old items in the old house, enamel cups from the last century, pillowcases and quilt covers with large floral patterns, as well as yellowed posters and old calendars. Xie Yu sorted the unwanted things into categories and packed them in boxes. When he received the calendar, he paused slightly and raised his hand to wipe off the dust on it.
The system was puzzled: "It's an old item from many years ago, why are you wiping it?"
Xie Yu ignored him and put the calendar in place. The system then discovered that there was a date circled in red. Xie Yu put the calendars in place one by one. Every year's date was circled in red. The notes were crooked and childish, and it was obvious that they were drawn by a child.
January 7th.
Just three days later.
This calendar was dated almost ten or twenty years ago, when the original owner was still a little kid. After so many years, the ink has faded slightly, and the glaring circles marked on the old yellowed paper look like mottled bloodstains.
System: “…What do you mean?”
It was confused, but saw Xie Yu sigh slightly, as if he understood something.
Xie Yu stood up with the calendar in his hand: "I roughly know what's going on."
He sighed slightly: "Buy some bars, I have to go somewhere in three days."
*
Ten kilometers away, Shen Ci pinched his brows wearily.
He had finished his work for the day, and what was displayed on the screen was not a financial report, but several papers - he hadn't read papers for a long time since leaving school.
These papers are not in his research field, but are related to bipolar disorder, which is a common mental illness with clear causes, symptoms and treatment options.
Cause: The patient may have suffered violence in childhood, which is consistent with the scars on Xie Yu’s back; Symptoms: anxiety, violent sexual behavior, which are consistent.
The paper also mentions that restricted activity space may aggravate symptoms.
Shen Ci was unsure of how far Xie Yu had developed. Xie Yu had been receiving treatment at Qingshan Mental Hospital, where patient privacy was strictly protected. On the surface, Xie Yu looked normal and had no symptoms.
At this time, the special message prompt bar rang, Shen Ci opened it and saw the latest news: "Mr. Xie did not return to the hotel after he came out of the mental hospital."
Shen Ci was not surprised at all. He pinched his brows and laughed at himself.
Since returning to China, Xie Yu has tried his best to distance himself from him, whether it was when they met at the cocktail party and did not recognize each other, or when he used official polite addressing to address him afterwards.
He lowered his eyes and typed: "Did he go back to Wengtou Village?"
Young Master Xie would rather lower himself to stay in a small hotel that doesn't even have water, electricity or heating than stay in a suite in a luxury hotel.
"No, he went to Xingfu Community. Room 302."
The words were deep and there was a slight pause.
Xingfu Community, this name is full of the old-fashioned flavor of the last century and seems out of place among the many luxury homes/elegant gardens today.
He continued to browse the paper: "Are there any vacant rental houses in the community?"
*
At this time, Xie Yu finally cleaned up a room.
Considering that it was too difficult to clean the whole house, he first cleaned the sleeping area, washed and changed what needed to be washed, paid the water, electricity and gas bills, and bought some green onions, vegetables and some pork ribs at a street stall.
Xie Yu tied on a bear apron, turned on the fire to cook, threw the ribs into the pot to blanch them, his movements were freehand and skillful. He was in a good mood, humming a little tune with the window open, and didn't care at all that the lights of the neighbors were quietly turned on and a figure appeared at the window.
The author has something to say:
My dears, the update of both chapters will be on the evening of the 10th. Sorry, sorry, I bow, I will write a long chapter then!
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