His car did not drive to Jinhu Community or to the Third Hospital of the city, but drove straight to Jiahe Shopping Mall.

Ye Sheng was not at all surprised when he saw that the female dormitory of the medical school was next to him.

Drip.

He received a photo from Luo Xingyan on his mobile phone.

On the stage, Yuan Shou was lying in a pool of blood, his two arms were brutally smashed off by the crystal lamp, and he rolled to the side of the corpse.

Blindness, loss of voice, loss of hearing, loss of foot, loss of hand.

- So what's the end?

When they came, Dr. Leung just drove away. Ye Sheng just glanced at it and wrote down the license plate number.

He said to Ning Weichen, "Come along." It was only a suspicion before, but now it is almost certain. ”

Ye Sheng sat in the co-pilot, and he turned on the button of the radio.

After the familiar soft music, there is the sweet and gentle voice of the hostess.

[Okay, the advertising time is over, welcome everyone back to Xiaozui to tell stories.] I'm your good friend Little Mouth. 】

[After talking about school violence yesterday, Xiaozui realized that everyone had the experience of being bullied by their classmates when they were children. 】

[Then Xiaozui will share a story with you today. 】

[The protagonist of the story is called Xiao Qi. Xiao Qi is a simple child, although he is always excluded and bullied in school, but he is optimistic and kind, and he has always lived a happy life. Xiao Qi has a father who is an alcoholic and likes to beat him, so Xiao Qi has to stay late near the school every day. 】

[It was Friday, the weekend was off, and everyone on campus was gone. Only Xiao Qi was squatting under the corridor reading a book, and suddenly Xiao Qi heard a scream. 】

Chapter 90: Ghost Mother

The Huaicheng Radio Station building is near Jiahe Shopping Mall.

Dr. Leung drove the car under the radio station building and sat alone in the driver's seat, without making any further moves for a long time.

The moonlight shone through the car window, and Dr. Liang looked numb, bent down, and took out a book from under the co-pilot's seat cushion.

Fingers brushed over the dust folds on the writing, and the words gradually became clear.

The first issue of "Night Sailing Boat".

"Night Sailing Boat" is a book and magazine giveaway issued by Story Magazine 100 years ago. Not for sale, not worth much. It's thin, half the size of a normal magazine, and the illustrations are black and white, and the text seems to be densely packed together without careful formatting. Everywhere is cheap, perfunctory.

The cover of the first issue is a small boat.

On the boat lay a blue school bag, an oar, a thousand paper cranes, and nothing else. Illuminated by the cloudy yellow moon, the boat sailed into the depths of the blue sea. In the children's painting, the floating flowers and waves are connected with the white clouds, as if they are about to sail to the sky.

The edges of the book seem to have been burned by fire, and there are signs of bending and blackening. Dr. Leung turned the first page. On the title page are the boy's four big words, "The King of Stories".

The boy's family was poor, and when he was a child, he did not have a suitable pen and paper to practice calligraphy, and over time, the handwriting became distorted and deformed, and it looked ugly.

There is no pen and no clean book, so all the cranky thoughts in his childhood, he can only write in the blank space of the book.

From the first page of the first issue of "Night Sailing", there are pencil marks in the margins at the end of each text.

He writes about the people around him. Writing about the snobbish teacher who always arranges for him to clean the toilet, the boy will arrange for a toilet ghost to steal all his papers when the teacher goes to the toilet; Writing about the classmate who always bullied him and stuffed snakes into his drawer, the boy thought about a snail that he couldn't shake off, and he would always follow behind the bad guys.

The world of children is simple and immaculate, and the ways of revenge are innocent and cute.

At least at the time, the word "death" never appeared in the story of the story king.

Dr. Leung flipped through the pages one by one, turning to the end.

Looking at the story that he made a deal with the devil and had to complete it for a long time.

The page of "Urban Nightcrawler" was soaked with water, and the handwriting was blurred and wrinkled.

It was as if someone was writing tremblingly while weeping profusely.

The preface to the story of "Urban Nightcrawler" is the self-description of a child.

[I didn't seem to be able to go to high school, and I was expelled. 】

None of them believed me. But I didn't set the fire, and I didn't burn the people. 】

[That night, I heard screaming and ran out, and I saw a group of senior boys bullying a boy. They sprayed pepper water into his eyes, poured earthworms into his mouth, knocked out his teeth, tied his feet, and stepped on his hands.

I was so scared that I tried to run and tell the security guards, but the group found me. They dragged me by the hair and dragged me over. 】

They did what they had done to that person to me again. 】

[They trapped my wrists with ropes and beat my calves with sticks.] Pour chili water over my head, and the chili water flows into my eyes and ears, and I am about to go blind. They said I was a little bastard with a mother and not a mother. 】

[They said that they were going to play a game of roasting whole sheep today.] 】

[There is an abandoned wooden house in the corner of the school, which is full of old newspapers and broken desks and chairs. 】

[At first, the group just wanted to scare people by lighting a fire on a branch. As a result, the spark fell on the dry waste paper firewood, and in an instant, the entire wooden house was on fire. The heat was thick and the smoke was billowing and they ran away with pale faces and pee, leaving me and another boy with their legs tied. 】

[It's getting hotter and hotter in the house, am I going to die?] But I don't want to die, I haven't grown up yet, I haven't seen the world outside the story. With great difficulty, I stretched my hands into the fire, burned the rope on my wrists, got up from the ground, picked up my bag and ran out. But at this time, my ankle was grabbed by the boy. He cried so sadly, let me save him. 】

[I think I should save him too.] 】

[I dragged him out of the fire with great difficulty, the wooden thorns slashed my arms, and the sparks ignited my hair. The smoke was so thick that I choked on my tears. Thankfully, we got out of the hut and were saved. I shouted at the playground and several parents quickly saw us. The parents took the boy to the hospital, and they asked me if I wanted to see a doctor. I don't have the money to go to the doctor, and my dad won't give me money. So I shook my head with them and went home with my school bag on my back. 】

[When I walk, my hands hurt, my feet hurt, and my eyes and ears hurt, but my heart is filled with a warm current. I'm like, doing a good deed. 】

【…… I did a good thing, but no one felt that way. 】

[The teacher asked me: If I didn't set the fire, why should I rush in to save people.] 】

[This is ridiculous. My eyes widened and I explained the events of that day from beginning to end, but no one believed me. 】

[I held up the strangulation on my arm, but the teacher couldn't see it, and he said it wasn't strangulation, it was caused by a fight between me.]

I asked the parents, did you hear me shouting for help that day? Parents shook their heads, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

A group of senior students hid behind their parents and spread rumors that they saw me bullying people.

Everyone was suspicious of me, and I eagerly looked at the boy I had saved. 】

[But the boy lowered his head and cried and said, "I set fire to him.] 】

A black Bentley drives into the brightly lit city center. High-rise buildings soar into the sky, flashing red neon lights like blood-colored eyes.

On the radio station in the car, the hostess's voice was gentle and sweet, and she sighed.

[In this way, our protagonist was expelled from school for setting fire to people, violating laws and disciplines, and having a bad nature. He walked out of the school gate alone with his schoolbag in his arms, and when the class bell rang. 】

[Poor little boy, his life seems to have no direction from this moment on]

Ye Sheng tilted his head to open the window, and a thin anger appeared in his glass-like indifferent eyes.

Ning Weichen drove the car to Jiahe Shopping Mall, and after listening to this story, the corners of Yin's red lips were hooked, and he said with a smile: "Baby, I have a hunch." The story of the Urban Nightcrawler should come to an end. ”

Ye Sheng lowered his eyes and played with his mobile phone.

Ning Weichen: "Maybe we're walking towards his end now." ”

Ye Sheng said: "Isn't that right?" ”

Ning Weichen said: "Yes." ”

Also with them was Luo Xingyan.

Luo Xingyan stood on the top floor of the building, his pale golden pupils looking straight at the Jiahe shopping mall. Fingers flicked through the headset and made an emergency call to the Unnatural Bureau.

When Cheng Ze received the call, his tone was puzzled: "Senior brother, is something wrong?" ”

Luo Xingyan said: "Notify all the staff to block this part of Jiahe Shopping Mall." ”

Cheng Ze: "Jiahe Shopping Mall?! ”

Luo Xingyan nodded: "Yes." Reporting to the General Administration, the king of stories appeared. Now everyone in Huaicheng Non-Nature Bureau has come to Jiahe Shopping Mall. "As an S-level executive, the more dangerous and urgent the situation, the calmer Luo Xingyan is. He grinded his itchy teeth, suppressed a little burning temper, and the chains in his hands hooked the roof of the opposite building, and the whole person jumped into the air.

Cheng hung up the phone, his heart still pounding. The story king has appeared? Tianshu didn't have any instructions, but Senior Brother Luo said that the story king appeared.

——The mentor called her and said that the prophet predicted that there would be many dangerous things in Huaicheng in the future.

Is this it?

Cheng Ze gritted his teeth, quickly calmed down, and made a phone call to the Huaicheng government.

The busy lights and pedestrians in the Jiahe Plaza business district suddenly broadcast an emergency notice from the sky.

The mall will be completely cut off from the grid and power after one hour. The government ordered all those who shop and work in the neighborhood to leave quickly, or face the consequences.

Police cars stopped in front of the mall, their whistles sounded deafeningly, and even drones flew over to monitor the area.

Fortunately, it was already eleven or twelve o'clock in the evening, and there were not many people in the mall. With the help of the police, the personnel left quickly and orderly.

The car drove under the radio station building, and Ye Sheng raised his head and looked at this behemoth.

The headquarters of "Little Mouth Storytelling" is here. At the top of the building is a logo of a lip. The lip flap opens, revealing a bit of tooth, inside which is the tongue and laryngeal cavity. It's like a person is telling a story.

The lights in the radio station building have almost gone out, only on the 24th floor, and there is still a light on.

After Ye Sheng got out of the car, he walked inside.

Ning Weichen followed up and slowly found the switch of the corridor light on the wall. Next to the stairs was the elevator, Ye Sheng walked in and pressed the button on the 24th floor.

Ning Weichen walked into the elevator, looked around and said, "This elevator should have been used for decades." "The elevator is old and covered with all kinds of posters. The numbers on the keys are almost unreadable, the interior is narrow, and the corners are blackened.

When it starts, it seems to vibrate twice.

Ye Sheng raised his head and stared at the floor numbers. Ning Weichen looked at the poster next to him thoughtfully, the radio station selects the most popular radio anchor every year. The woman on the poster has waist-length curly hair and straight eyebrows.

He suddenly opened his mouth and said lightly: "Brother, do you remember the identity of Qin Wenrui's three wives?" ”

Ye Sheng's memory is very good, and he will never forget it, and said indifferently: "The first wife was a business marriage, the daughter of a wealthy businessman in the next province; The second wife is a star. The third wife was born in an orphanage. ”

Ning Weichen smiled and said, "It's really amazing, brother, but it seems that we haven't paid attention to the third wife's career all along." ”

"Before I came to Huaicheng, Steward Li gave me a piece of information about everyone in the Qin family."

Ning Weichen's eyes were unpredictable, and when he talked about the Qin family, his tone was light and casual.

After Qin Wenrui entered middle age, he began to suffer insomnia, he was afraid of retribution, superstitious ghosts and gods, and every day before going to bed, someone needed to recite Buddhist scriptures in his ear. Qin Wenrui's third wife has a unique voice. If I'm not mistaken, in addition to being an orphan, she should have been a radio host before marrying into the Qin family. ”

Ning Weichen stretched out his hand and touched the crack of the elevator door, and his slender fingers pulled out a pale blonde hair from it.