Su Tong took the coffee handed over by Wen Yan, a little bitter.

Seeing this, Wen Yan smiled, and raised his slender fingers: "There is a sugar cube on the coffee table, as for going home, I am used to wandering abroad." ”

He doesn't like the feeling of home, it's too cozy, it's easy to indulge, and he's afraid that he'll fall into that atmosphere and cause some bad memories.

Su Tong's hand to get the candy cube paused, his expression stiffened for a moment, and he sat down a little uncomfortably, "Are you talking about these things?" ”

On the desktop, a pile of neatly stacked materials is placed on the second floor, and the top cover is: *.

Attached underneath is a small blue whale that looks lively and innocent.

"That's it." Wen Yan put the coffee aside, took out the information in it and handed it to Su Tong, sat down beside her and said, "You can take a look." ”

The content inside is simple, it is an introduction to a game called * that is popular abroad, but the difference is that it is a game of death.

It is not a software game developed by the company, but through social groups, it uses the psychology of teenagers to pursue excitement, guides the other party to complete various self-harm tasks prescribed by the established person within a certain period of time, and finally induces the other party to commit suicide by challenging their own limits.

This is how the victim is bewitched on the Internet and walks into the trap of death little by little.

Su Tong was shocked to see it, the set that Wei Sen played was almost a copy of this game.

She took a sip of coffee to suppress the shock in her heart, and couldn't help but think of the child's strange expression before jumping off the building.

Obviously, Weisen's inspiration came from this game, and upgraded the foreign * game, he wanted not only the child to commit suicide, but also the other party to kill his relatives, the means are crazy and outrageous.

Wen Yan said in a timely manner: "The founder of the foreign * game has been imprisoned, but this game has spread around the world, and the purpose of the other party is to "sell suicide to the waste in society". ”

This concept coincides with Weisen's 'elite society'.

Su Tong felt the bitter coffee sliding down his throat, "How can I stop it?" ”

Wen Yan shook his head gently: "To be honest, for teenagers in the rebellious period, it is difficult for you to get up and speculate on the other party's thinking. ”

"If the other side is doing this online, our crackdown and control will be limited." Su Tong frowned.

"Crack down on this kind of game and increase the supervision of all kinds of social software and social groups."

Wen Yan's words were soon realized.

The police announced the results of the investigation of the jumping case, reminding everyone to be vigilant* and asking parents to care more about their children.

It didn't take long for more children to be sent to the hospital for treatment because of self-harm.

Most of them are sent because the parents overreacted and sent their children.

Except for occasionally going to the city bureau to check in, Wen Yan spent most of his time in the hospital and personally provided psychological counseling to the teenagers who were sent in.

Whether it's because of the game or not, children who can do self-harm are more or less psychologically depressed.

"Do you feel lighter?"

Wen Yan asked the other party gently, and the young man on the opposite side had various cuts on his arm, and he nodded slightly: "It's better." ”

Wen Yan patted the other party's shoulder: "Okay, let's go out." ”

When the next one came in, Wen Yan caught a glimpse of him sitting naturally in the chair opposite him.

The children who were sent in had somewhat strange personalities, and half of the children expressed their disgust for their parents.

As soon as the young man in front of him came in, he attracted Wen Yan's attention, and Wen Yan put down the pen in his hand: "Is it convenient for me to see your wounds?" ”

The young man lifted his sleeves freely, no different from other children, and his immature arm was also scratched dozens of times by various tools.

"Doctor, I'm actually fine, it's my parents who are too nervous to send me in for a look."

The child spoke very methodically, he lowered his sleeves and looked at Wen Yan seriously.

Wen Yan's eyebrows raised slightly: "Then why did you make a move to hurt yourself?" ”

Following Wen Yan's gaze, the child looked at his arm, as if trying to explain, and he said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt." ”

Wen Yan's forehead jumped invisibly, doesn't it hurt?

He exposed the child's wounds with his own hands, and his soft fingertips stroked the wounds one by one, and asked softly, "What is this for, a knife?" ”

The child's age is not very old, roughly only fifteen or sixteen years old, seeing this, he showed a somewhat uncontrollable smug expression: "Utility knife, I learned to draw." ”

"Do you only use utility knives?" Wen Yan seemed to be very interested in this, and from time to time he pointed to various wounds and asked him about the tools he used to hurt himself.

The child did not hesitate to tell him that seeing his amiable appearance, he said with some pity: "I think you are quite good, if only you could join us." ”

Wen Yan asked quietly, "What joined you?" ”

The child was reluctant to say any more, his expression was a little weird, more like a treasure hidden and unwilling to tell others: "It's nothing." ”

"It's okay if you don't say it." Wen Yan showed a very understanding appearance, and coaxed: "You cooperate with me more, and the next time your parents come, I will explain it, and you can go out quickly." ”

At the mention of the other party's parents, the expression on the child's face was kinder, he pursed his lips and smiled, "It's a fuss, in fact, I don't come, and they can't help me, but I think that the two of them should be more relieved after all." ”

Between his words, the words show that he cares and loves his family, which is the biggest difference between him and other self-harming teenagers.

Wen Yan's eyelids jumped, and he asked tentatively, "You like your parents very much." ”

Who knew that the child glared at him dissatisfiedly: "Who doesn't like their parents?" What's more, my parents are very kind to me, and I love them too! ”

A happy family with a good atmosphere, children will not do such self-harming things.

Wen Yan followed his words and asked, "Then try not to do anything that worries your parents in the future......"

"Parents are parents!" The child sharply interrupted him: "I figured it out, what I want to do, parents can't interfere, I really love them, I love them so much that I want to hide them and eat them, but they can't stop what I want to do!" ”

Wen Yan already had a bad premonition in his heart, he was holding the child's hand at the moment, and his forearm was covered with various scars.

One of them is finely carved with a utility knife, which is clearly distinguished from other scars, and is more like a work of art, with rounded lines, showing the appearance of a whale, and it can be seen that the child has learned to draw with his heart.