Luo Qin waited for a long time before someone came to open the door.

A pale face with obvious dark circles appeared behind the door, and this man Luo Qin did not recognize. Obviously, the other party didn't know her either, he looked at the wheelchair carefully, seemed to think that he was not polite like this, and asked, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Excuse me, is this Wen Mo's house?" Luo Qin repeatedly confirmed whether the floor was correct or not, she had never been to Wen Mo's house before.

Hearing Luo Qin mention Wen Mo's name, the man's face twitched for a moment, and then slowly floated a disgust like eating a fly, and let Luo Qin in the door with some impatience.

The bulky wheelchair made a creaking sound, and Luo Qin finally controlled the direction and entered the house, and the sound of the door closing behind him couldn't wait.

The man walked quickly to the bedroom on the right, and although the door was open, he knocked politely: "Director Wen, someone has come to see you." Without waiting for an answer, he turned and left.

Luo Qin frowned. Is this man really here to take care of people?

But soon she understood the reason for the man's rapid departure: Wen Mo in the room obviously heard the man's voice, and she screamed hoarsely and threw clothes, pillows, books, and everything she could reach at the place where the man had just stood, like a wounded and trapped beast.

Luo Qin's heart throbbed. How confident and excellent Wen Mo was before, how sensitive and embarrassed she is now. Thinking about the past year, she was nowhere to be found, and almost everyone had given up looking for her, Luo Qin couldn't imagine that if she hadn't insisted on surviving, insisting on not giving up, and trying her best to escape, would she still be alive today.

Physical wounds are always healed one day, but mental wounds are like maggots attached to the bones, like a shadow. Nightmares that lurk deep inside come to the surface from time to time, ready to pounce on and bite when you're at your most vulnerable.

When Li Xiangyue found Luo Qin, Luo Qin had just woken up from her nightmare, although every night, a huge explosion still echoed in her ears, and she would still sleep until midnight and feel like she was crushed under a boulder and couldn't move, but she at least found herself. The loss of her comrades-in-arms, the loss of her legs, and the loss of her job failed to make her slump, and no matter how bitter she was, she had to live with a smile on her face. Think of your dead peers, you're lucky enough - she always told herself, she's still alive, what's not to be satisfied with?

So when he saw the deep sadness in Li Xiangyue's eyes and heard that he hoped that he could come to persuade Wen Mo, Luo Qin immediately agreed. She hopes that the two of them who are close to each other in the past can continue to live proudly after going through hardships!

But the moment Luo Qin saw Wen Mo, he regretted his reckless decision.

Messy hair, pale and thin face, bony hands, clean but ill-fitting clothes, squatting in the corner like a wild cat, excited, short of breath, staring at Luo Qin, in addition to nervousness and fear in his eyes, where does this look like a normal human? It's clear that he just escaped from a mental hospital.

"Wen Mo, it's me, Luo Qin, I've come to see you." Luo Qin desperately suppressed the urge to cry, and tried to raise a bright smile, as if they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and greeted them decently.

No sympathy, no sympathy. Wen Mo and Luo Qin are essentially a kind of people, even if they are so downcast that they are about to die, they definitely don't want to get the sympathy of others!

"We haven't seen each other in over a year, haven't we? You've lost a lot of weight, this can't be done, you're a policeman, how can you go out to solve the case and catch the suspect without a good body? Luo Qin chatted casually, seeing that Wen Mo didn't react violently, she pushed the wheelchair to the bedroom, and picked up the items scattered all over the ground and piled them on the wheelchair: "You see that your house is messy, and there is a fight with the kennel." I thought I was the least woman, but I didn't expect you to be more feminine than me. Also, the women who do our job can't do it long if they are really too women. ”

The distance between the two was constantly shortening, and Wen Mo kept her original posture still, her eyes staring at Luo Qin's every move until the other party walked less than a meter away from her.

One squatted and the other sat in a wheelchair, the height was exactly the same, Luo Qin calmly looked directly into Wen Mo's eyes: "Wen Mo, you are home." This is your home, a safe home. ”

"Home?" Wen Mo hesitated, hoarse and clumsy and said: "Here, safe?" ”

"Of course, this is your home, and with so many of us with you, it will be safe." Luo Qin smiled and nodded, and reached out to brush away the messy hair that Wen Mo covered his face.

"Luo Qin? Your legs? What's wrong? Wen Mo tilted her head and looked Luo Qin up and down, this woman she knew, instinctively made her feel safe, but what was the difference, yes, Luo Qin in her memory had long legs, but now she was in a wheelchair.

"Remember buying Hemuti? Shortly after your disappearance, the first bomb he planted exploded in the city bureau, and we, one step too late, let him succeed. ”

Buy Hemuti? Buy Hemuti! The messy memories rushed into Wen Mo's head, she remembered that she was caught by Maihemuti, remembered that she was locked up by Cui Zhijia in the deep mountains and old forests for a long, long time, remembered that she once wanted to jump off the cliff by suicide, remembered the despair of calling the earth and the earth unspiritual, and remembered the dazed life like a year, but she survived all of this, she didn't want to die of old age and no one knew in the mountains, and she didn't want to succumb to Cui Zhijia's coercion, so she tried her best to escape.

However, she still felt very painful, and a year of solitary confinement had ruined her health, her pride, and her sanity. When the threat to her life was removed, it was not so much PTSD as she simply couldn't face herself.

So she chose the relatively easy path: escape. She is just a patient, she doesn't need to be responsible for anyone or anything, how simple, how happy.

But Luo Qin appeared. She was hurt, and so was Luo Qin, who was not free for a year, and Luo Qin lost both legs. The only difference is that she feels sorry for herself, and Luo Qin has a peaceful mind.

She has no reason to hide under the banner of mental illness anymore and think that the world is peaceful.

Everyone has everyone's misfortunes, and it is the ones who crush the misfortunes that are the real losers.

And she Wenmo, is she a loser? No, never!

Cui Zhijia, you wait for me! Before I capture you with my own hands, I hope you don't fall into anyone's hands, and the pain and shame you have brought me can only be washed away by you personally!

The bedroom window was open, and on an early October evening, a cool night breeze blew a corner of the curtain.

In the night, countless sins are happening or about to happen, and those who stop them are awakening