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Victim blaming is a nasty argument that doesn't deserve to be called a theory because it's fundamentally wrong and simply doesn't hold water.Usually Yu Qiuliang doesn't like this kind of argument, but when he deals with Yu Xiasheng, he doesn't mind being the kind of person he hates the most.He hummed a ditty in a good mood, his fingers jumped quickly on the screen, and he clicked on one software after another, calling out all the secrets hidden in Yu Xiasheng's phone.

He was surprisingly focused, staring at the phone screen intently, Yu Xiasheng was stunned by this expression.However, Yu Xiasheng soon realized that he should step forward and prevent him from tampering with other people's things. After all, everyone needs a little privacy.He didn't want Yu Qiuliang to look at his phone, he finally remembered how smart Yu Qiuliang's little head was.If he gave Yu Qiuliang a thread, then this child might be able to weave a big net for him. Yu Qiuliang's creativity and exploration ability should not be underestimated.

"Give me the phone." Yu Xiasheng still stood by the window without moving, but there was already a threatening tone in his tone.Yu Qiuliang ignored him, moved his fingers faster, and old news slipped past his eyes.He found that Yu Xiasheng's address book was almost full of codes, and no matter who he was communicating with, there would always be a few strange codes appearing during the conversation.Most of them are six-digit numbers, and Yu Qiuliang randomly picked out a few to analyze, guessing that they might be distributed according to the date of death of the deceased.

"X1012..." Yu Qiuliang chanted again, looked up at Yu Xiasheng, "Why do you start with an X?"

"Is this the question you should ask?" Yu Xiasheng lit a cigarette, as if restraining his emotions.Yu Qiuliang didn't understand what he was getting excited about. It didn't seem like there was anything to be excited about—could there be some things in the news that others should not know?

"You still have state secrets in your phone?" Yu Qiuliang was taken aback by his guess, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.Could it be that he committed a crime unintentionally?But looking at Yu Xiasheng's expression, it doesn't seem like that.This made Yu Qiuliang suspicious, what is the old ghost hiding?

Yu Xiasheng didn't expect Yu Qiuliang's thoughts to diverge to such an extent that he forgot to smoke in shock. At the same time, Yu Qiuliang also looked at him in surprise.After a while, Yu Qiuliang suddenly flung the pillow, covered the screen of the phone with a slap, and begged for mercy tremblingly: "I didn't do it on purpose, and those who don't know are innocent, don't catch me, I didn't see anything Understand."

He really didn't understand anything, and he felt a headache when he saw numbers, not to mention that Yu Xiasheng's communication records with others were full of numbers, and even the names of the contacts saved in the address book were all a series of numbers.The ghost knows how Yu Xiasheng usually distinguishes them. From Yu Qiuliang's point of view, those one, two, three, four, five, six, seven are all garbled characters. Yu Xiasheng is chatting with a group of garbled characters, and their conversations use heavenly script.

In Yu Xiasheng's address book contacts, the only string of Chinese characters is Yu Qiuliang's name.Yu Qiuliang felt that he probably didn't have a number, otherwise, according to Yu Xiasheng's habit, he should never have filled in his real name and made it the most abrupt one among the numbers.Now Yu Qiuliang reasonably suspects that Yu Xiasheng studied science in the past. He feels that only those who have studied science to the point of madness will love numbering, and he also suspects that Yu Xiasheng doesn't like him very much, because the remarks given to him by the other party are not the numbers that the other party likes. .

Just as he didn't understand what Yu Xiasheng was excited about, Yu Qiuliang also couldn't understand what he was upset about.Yu Xiasheng just remarked whatever he liked, and he had no reason to be happy or angry.If there is anything dissatisfied, next time I will secretly change Yu Xiasheng's remark. Yu Qiuliang entertained himself and happily finalized Yu Xiasheng's new remark name.

But he was still unwilling, so he asked directly: "Do you think I hate you?"

"Do you still know that you are annoying?" Yu Xiasheng simply stopped smoking. He pinched the cigarette not long after he lit it, and threw it away in the ashtray.Smoking is not fun, but smoking a few slaps in the cool autumn is more interesting.

Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes, and became more certain of the fact: Yu Xiasheng is a bastard, he can't even learn how to express his likes and dislikes tactfully!Yu Qiuliang gritted his teeth angrily, and wanted to open his mouth to swear, but he couldn't swear as if he was choked.

"I knew you didn't like me." Yu Qiuliang said, "Then why are you still at my house? Take your son and get out."

Yu Xiasheng has no son, and the "son" Yu Qiuliang said refers to the little ghost who peeks in through the crack of the door.Unexpectedly, the little ghost was called by his name, and his whole body trembled. He couldn't stand firmly on his feet. He suddenly jumped forward, smashed open the door, and fell to the floor.He fell so badly that he couldn't get up after climbing several times, so he had to bury his head between his arms and pretend to be an ostrich, lying on the ground for a while.

Although the floor heating is very hot, the floor is still hard.Yu Xiasheng's heart softened, so he helped the child up, hugged him and coaxed him.Yu Qiuliang was unhappy in his heart, and seeing this scene of father's kindness and filial piety, he couldn't be more angry. He patted the bed board, called Yu Xiasheng's name, and wanted to drive the two bastards, one big and one young, outside.

"What's your temper?" Yu Xiasheng put the kid in another bedroom, but took advantage of Yu Qiuliang's unlocking the door, slipped back and stayed in front of the desk.His mobile phone was still on Qiuliang's bed, under the pillow. He touched his chin and reached out to touch the mobile phone first.

"Get off, get off." Yu Qiuliang snatched the phone away before him, and hid it in the quilt behind him, "Don't want your phone."

"My mobile phone, why do you ask me not to?" Yu Xiasheng was very surprised. He had seen those who were bothersome and unreasonable, but he had never seen someone who acted illogically like Yu Qiuliang.It was clear that he was the one who suffered, but judging by the boy's expression, it seemed that he owed the other party.

The kid who had just been shoved into another room jumped out of bed again, and sneaked outside the door.This time he learned his lesson. He knew that he couldn't stick to the crack of the door. He chose to hide near the door hinge and try to be as concealed as possible.Yu Qiuliang didn't notice that he was outside, and even Yu Xiasheng didn't notice. He felt as if he had accomplished a great task, and his little face flushed with excitement.

The tit-for-tat confrontation between the two sides of the room continued, and sometimes the reasons for people's quarrels were not clear, and they often ended up forgetting what they were arguing about in the first place.They will never be the ones to admit defeat, it seems like a great shame and humiliation to admit defeat first, and the situation of Yu Qiuliang and Yu Xiasheng at this time is roughly the same.

Yu Qiuliang's focus is on whether he is hated again, while Yu Xiasheng's focus is on his mobile phone information being peeked at.Different from Yu Qiuliang's guess, the reason why the remarks he gave Yu Qiuliang was different from other ghosts was because Yu Qiuliang was a special existence.

It seems necessary to clarify the matter.Yu Xiasheng got off the chair and sat on the edge of the bed, while Yu Qiuliang shrank back to the other side of the bed in displeasure, still wanting to drive him to share a room with that little ghost.When the book is used, there is little hatred. Now Yu Xiasheng needs to explain it, but he doesn't know how to speak.He put his hand on the quilt and knocked unconsciously. After about two or three seconds, he finally thought of what to say: "I just said something wrong. You are... very special to me, so sometimes, you will no the same."

"Brother." Yu Qiuliang was greatly frightened, rolled up the quilt and wrapped himself into a rice dumpling, "I'm underage, please calm down."

"Speak well and you don't listen." Yu Xiasheng's attitude turned cold again, he stretched out his hand towards Yu Qiuliang, and ordered, "Give me the phone."

"I'll give you everything." Yu Qiuliang took out the phone from behind, stuffed it back into Yu Xiasheng's phone, and covered his head.The kid was peeking outside, a little confused.

Yu Xiasheng answered the phone, but did not leave in a hurry.He flipped through it for a long time to make sure that Yu Qiuliang didn't delete anything with a slip of his hand, then he raised his head and glanced at the rice dumpling opposite, and set a lock on the phone unhurriedly.Day and night defense, house thieves are difficult to guard against, he thought that other ghosts can’t get close to him, so it doesn’t matter if the phone is unlocked, but the most skilled thief is waiting for him by his side, and when he relaxes a little, he will touch his body Pocket, steal his treasure.

"Hey..." Yu Xiasheng sighed again, and then said a weird apology, "I'm sorry."

Now he had nothing else to do, he put his phone back in his pocket, put on his slippers and went to another room - this was the order of Young Master Yu, he must obey it obediently.Hearing that the door over there was closed, Yu Qiuliang had the nerve to stick his head out.He carefully smacked Yu Xiasheng's words just now, and he still found it very strange, very strange, very strange, terribly strange.

He didn't do anything bad, what was he trying to do by apologizing over and over again?Yu Qiuliang was overwhelmed with suspicion. He suspected that the old ghost stole the snacks at home behind his back, and also suspected that the old ghost had embezzled the carbonated drinks in the refrigerator alone.He jumped off the ground, ran to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, and found that the drinks were still in place, without moving too much; he ran back to the bedroom, opened the curtains to check the snack box on the window sill, and found that the sugar and puffed food were also well Lying in the box, the bag is intact.This is weird, is it because the old ghost sneaked out to eat without bringing himself, so he feels guilty?Yu Qiuliang was dumbfounded.What's there to feel guilty about?

With panic and confusion, Yu Qiuliang climbed into bed, and he rolled until the middle of the night, still unable to fall asleep.He quietly turned on the light again, stood in front of the mirror and frowned, looking at the black handprints on his neck.The place touched by the ghost is very ugly. I don't know how many days it will take for this mark to disappear.He wasn't sure whether living people could see the ghost's handprint, so after careful consideration, he still sent a text message to the head teacher.He took three days off for himself and didn't plan to go to school. Anyway, the teacher in charge didn't know where his home was, and he couldn't contact his parents—the last time he sneaked into the office to steal the leave note, he dug out the address book , Tear up that page of yourself, this is a good way to get rid of it once and for all.He doesn't like to let his parents have too much contact with the school or teachers. He hopes that the relationship between the school and him is limited to himself.

The street lamp outside was on alone, and the moon was hanging alone on the tree branch. It was like a hanged man, lingering but unable to fall to the ground.Yu Qiuliang was hungry and wanted to eat barbecue outside, but in this season, at this time, there should be no barbecue stalls outside, and no one would be willing to deliver food.He pulled the snack box off the window sill again, turned off the headlights in the house, and only turned on a small night light by the bedside. Under the dim light, he concentrated on stealing snacks.

Yu Xiasheng made him angry, and he needed to eat to vent his anger.From now on, his snacks are his snacks, and he will absolutely never share a bite with the old ghost.From now on, his snacks can only be enjoyed by him, and Yu Xiasheng will never make up his mind, never want to eat them.

He was crunching and eating in this room, but the door of the other room was opened.Yu Qiuliang stopped talking and listened carefully to the movement outside.He seemed to hear Yu Xiasheng was on the phone with someone else, and there were a few high-end and scary words mixed in.What is "990215", what is "worsening", what is "old case", what is "murder"... Yu Qiuliang felt nervous, he pulled a piece of facial tissue from the table, wiped his hands carefully, and turned off the night light beside the bed , tiptoedly opened the door and slipped out.

Yu Xiasheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room and made a phone call. The signal here was relatively good, not as bad as in the bedroom.He opened the window slightly, and the cold wind woke him up.The expression on his face was calm, and he silently listened to the woman on the other end of the phone reporting to him, but tonight, those old cases could not stir up any waves in his heart.They are like a small stone, which splashes a small splash when thrown into the water, then sinks in an instant, sinks, gradually sinks to the bottom of the water, sleeps forever in the mud, and no one remembers it anymore.He closed his eyes and rubbed the space between his brows, feeling surprisingly sleepy.

"I found traces of 990214 at the scene...Issuance cards, pieces of clothing and red leather shoes..." The woman on the other end was still stating in a rigid manner. After finishing this paragraph, she suddenly paused and asked in a low voice, "171012, How are you now? Have you ever told him about those things..."

"No need." Yu Xiasheng lit a cigarette, sparks danced lively on the glass window, "I made a huge mistake, how could I let him know."

"Ah...that's true." The woman exhaled, "But, if he doesn't know that you are the one who left him, will he feel baffled?"

"I don't think he thinks that." Yu Xiasheng said, "He doesn't know anything."

Before the woman could answer, Yu Xiasheng had already hung up the phone, but at this moment, two arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist.Yu Xiasheng's hands trembled, and the cigarette ash almost burned him. He turned his head and saw that Yu Qiuliang was smiling at him with his chin on his shoulder.This smile made Yu Xiasheng's scalp tingle, he felt that this kid was really used to being a ghost - look at this smile, this elusive appearance, he was clearly scarier than him, more like a ghost.

"I don't know anything." Yu Qiuliang hugged him tightly and refused to let go, murmuring dreamily, "You didn't tell me anything, so I don't know anything. Who are you calling? Are you Tell me to whom? I feel now that you want me to guess lantern riddles, but guessing lantern riddles is really meaningless."

"Let me go, little ancestor." Yu Xiasheng struggled, "You have class tomorrow, and your uncle said..."

"I'm on leave." Yu Qiuliang interrupted him, and after a while, he repeated, "I'm on leave."

Yu Xiasheng's brain hurts: "Well, so what? I won't go to school tomorrow, so I won't sleep tonight?"

He was asking the question knowingly, and Yu Qiuliang knew it very well.He didn't know what Yu Xiasheng was hiding from him, but he really didn't like this ignorant feeling of confusion.He rubbed Yu Xiasheng's shoulder, as if he was acting like a spoiled child to his parents when he was a child.He was hinting at the other party to speak, but Yu Xiasheng was very stubborn and pretended not to understand his hint.

A playful child hates guessing riddles, but if he doesn't guess, the prize will fall into the hands of others.

Does he guess or not?