can not help

During the first month of the lunar year, the urban areas were filled with festive lights and festive lights. There were large and small puddles left on the thawed streets. No matter how hard the sanitation workers worked, they could only mix the soil and water more thoroughly and spread them evenly on the streets.Occasionally, a child ran past, and the splashed soil mercilessly stuck to the trouser legs of the adults nearby.

There is an unremarkable coffee shop at the corner of the East Street. The location is slightly out of the way, but the decoration is exquisite. There is a palm-sized bell hanging on the door of the shop, and the sound is clear and melodious.

There was a young man sitting on the soft seat by the window, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose bridge, his slightly long bangs covered his brows and eyes so that he couldn't see his specific appearance clearly, his skin that had not seen the sun for a long time was too much white.He was holding a white porcelain cup in his hand, watching all kinds of people outside the window with his eyes through the strands of hair, and the hot steam rose into the air, but the mellow coffee never entered his mouth.

'jingle bell~'

The bell at the door shook cheerfully and made a crisp sound.

The young man shook the coffee in his hand, as if he finally remembered that it was a drink, he brought it to his mouth and took a sip.

"I said, why did you choose such a place?"

The person who had just entered the door walked to the youth table and sat down on the opposite sofa while complaining.

The young man pushed his glasses, and rubbed his bony fingers on the cup twice, speaking in a low voice, timidly: "Do you want something to drink?"

Qian Shucheng didn't hear what he said clearly, and felt that it would be impolite for people to repeat it, and then he said casually: "This place is really hard to find, and the coffee shop has not closed down even though it opened here. Well, the atmosphere is pretty good."

The young man lowered his head and did not make a sound, his hands were still holding the cup, and the melodious and gentle piano music was playing in the store, and his fingers were scalded red by the high temperature without knowing it.

Qian Shucheng raised his hand to call the waiter, ordered a cup of latte casually, and continued after the waiter left, "What do you know?"

The young man nodded.

"I'm Qian Shucheng."

"I know."

Qian Shucheng raised his eyebrows.

He Fan moved his fingers and said, "I, I have seen your photo."

Qian Shucheng smiled and said, "My photo?"

He Fan lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "On the Internet... there is information on that...."

"That's it."

Qian Shucheng nodded, but did not pursue the question.

At this time, the waiter came over with a latte and said with a smile, "Sorry to bother you, please take your coffee slowly."

The waiter bowed and left.

Qian Shucheng picked it up and took a sip, the mellow aroma of the coffee immediately filled his mouth, the just right sweetness greatly pleased his taste buds, and even made him feel happy.

“This coffee is really good.”

He Yan smiled, but the smile was a little reserved.

Qian Shucheng put the coffee on the table, raised his legs, and looked around the coffee shop.The coffee shops in the first month are usually deserted. Even if the office workers have returned to work, they rarely come out to hang out during the peak period of post-holiday syndrome. Especially this kind of shop on the corner of the street has become a good place to chat.

After withdrawing his gaze, Qian Shucheng just stared at the opposite without any taboo, which seemed to be a dead house with two-dimensional little wives for all expenses.

Perhaps Qian Shucheng's scrutinizing eyes were too hot, and the hands of the young man sitting opposite were holding the cup even harder. If it weren't for the thick ceramic cup in the store, it might have been torn apart.

Qian Shucheng didn't seem to be aware of it, and there was still a smile on his face. This was a very practical skill he had learned from Murong Ling recently. He used a smile as a mask to cover all mental activities, although he was not particularly proficient at using it. .

"How about changing the place? Change to a place you feel comfortable with."

He Fan shook his head, his bangs swayed with his movements, and he could vaguely see that the outlines of his eyes were more thoroughly covered, Qian Shucheng deeply doubted whether he could still see them.

"Well, let's not waste time." Qian Shucheng lowered his legs and straightened his body. "Although we haven't cooperated for a long time, it has been a year after all. I think we should meet now."

He Fan nodded without making a sound.

Qian Shucheng continued: "That's right, we have an appointment with 'Fish' on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."

He Yan looked up.

It didn't make much difference to Qian Shucheng whether he raised his head or not, he could only see the lower half of his face, but finally he was able to see clearly the lower half of his face that had been blurred in the shadow.

He Fan's skin is a bit sick, his white lips are bright red, his small nose bridge is very delicate, and there is a small mole next to the corner of his mouth, as if he accidentally got food residue when he was eating.

"'fish'?"

He Fan's voice finally abandoned the original obedience, perhaps because the news shocked him, making him forget for a moment that the person opposite him was a stranger whom he met for the first time. It is a friend who has known each other for a year.

"Yes, 'fish'." Qian Shucheng nodded, "Since Murong Ling is back, some things can continue. First of all, we need to meet first like today, and we still don't know each other about the next thing If you don’t know each other, it will be very difficult. But if you meet, don’t meet in a coffee shop in the city center, it’s not safe enough.”

He Yan twitched the corner of his mouth.

"I know you're afraid of being unsafe when you see me alone, so you're looking for such a conspicuous place. I don't have any other intentions. Conspicuousness has its advantages, and others won't think too much about it." Qian Shucheng laughed, "Are you watching Help me in my brother's face, I don't know what kind of psychology you have to get involved in this matter, I am still very grateful to you. The meeting on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, you think about whether to go, I also know that you are not very I like to meet people, so I won't force you."

He Yan lowered his head again in a state of contemplation.

Qian Shucheng didn't bother him, and took the coffee to drink on his own. This coffee really suits his taste, even though it's a little cold now, it still tastes good.In the coffee shop, the familiar piano music - Canon, this song is really enduring, it can be heard everywhere in shopping malls, supermarkets, and fast food restaurants.

Qian Shucheng originally planned to drink this cup of coffee and go back to each other first, and give him a period of time to think about it. After all, this is going from behind the scenes to the front of people. As a technical nerd, most people still don't like to show their faces.

'click'

As soon as Qian Shucheng put down the cup in his hand, He Fan's muffled voice came to his ears without saying a word.

"I go."

…………

It's no surprise that He Yan would agree to go with Qian Shucheng. Everyone in their group was very curious about 'Yu'.

When Qian Shuning just passed away, Qian Shucheng came into contact with two "tomb" people, one was the person who informed him of his death, and the other was He Fan.

At that time, Qian Shucheng had just learned of Qian Shuning's death. He had just gone to Murong's family to look for Murong Ling, but he didn't see anyone. He could only stay at home alone with his computer, and frantically searched for everything about that incident on the Internet. Accidents, information about the 'tomb', though all in vain.All the real information about the explosion has been withheld, and it was said that the explosion was caused by improper operation of a chemical plant, and the number of people online has yet to be confirmed.

Chemical plant explosion?Did Murong Ling take a lot of people to the chemical plant to research chemical weapons?It is simply nonsense.Who wiped out all the news?

When was the computer hacked by He Yan, and how Qian Shucheng did not know until now, he was just searching for relevant information indefinitely, looking for clues in the only photos, and suddenly a small Dots, and then small dots gradually became 5cm in diameter and moved irregularly on the computer screen.Qian Shucheng clicked angrily, and the result became bigger and bigger, and the speed of movement became faster and faster.

"Fuck!"

Idiots know that they are infected with the virus.

Qian Shucheng was in a state of desperation and was about to forcibly shut down the computer, but at this moment, a dialog box popped up in the center of the screen.

'Hello'

Qian Shucheng paused when he touched the power button, and then pressed it neatly.

Neuropathy.

Qian Shucheng cursed secretly in his heart, who knows what kind of crazy virus designed to crash other people's computers and still say hello, hello, what a fart!After slandering Qian Shucheng in his heart, he restarted the machine, thinking that maybe it was just a prank to restart the machine, but it was of no use.After the computer was shut down for the third time, Qian Shucheng completely gave up the idea that it could repair itself, and planned to find a computer shop to repair it. After all, he didn't even have a system disk, and it was impossible to download the system again online.

Just when he turned around and was about to find a box to put this 'trash' in the house, the computer started automatically, Qian Shucheng suppressed his urge to smash him, and stared at the computer as if it had started up, and a dialogue popped up on the screen again box, type a few words slowly.

'Don't turn off the phone, I'm looking for you. '

Qian Shucheng's hairs all stood up, what the hell is this, viruses can talk?Or is his computer dead?

He stood there without moving, and saw the original words disappear one by one in the dialog box, replaced with new ones.

'Qian Shuning, do you know him? '

Qian Shucheng rushed to the computer and sat down, pulled the keyboard over and typed.

'Who are you? '

'Hi, I'm Qian Shuning's subordinate, my name is AN. '

Qian Shucheng typed on the keyboard over and over again, deleting over and over again, he suddenly didn't know what he wanted to ask.Ask Qian Shuning directly why and how he died?Or it should be drawn little by little.

Just when he was hesitating, the other party seemed to sense his thoughts.

'I don't know the specific cause of Qian Shuning's death, but I know you will definitely investigate and I can help you. '

Qian Shucheng frowned.

'Why should I trust you. '

'At least I'm your breakthrough point, otherwise there will be no results in random searches on the Internet like you are doing now. '

'How do you prove that you are not with the murderer? '

………………

How did He Fan answer back then?

Qian Shucheng returned to Murong's mansion and lay down in his room.His eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

He seemed to be offline at that time, and after half a month, he hacked into his computer again and showed himself something.

Qian Shucheng got up and rubbed his face, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.