Chapter 261:

The three tragedies finally came to an end. Fangalo and Song Rui just walked out of the police station and were surrounded by reporters waiting outside the door. The magnificent lights flickering like stars, which illuminated the nearly dark dusk. Like the day.
Fangallo naturally took Song Rui's hand, supported him with a magnetic field, and walked out slowly.
These crazy reporters want to pounce on them, they want to block their way, they want to pull their clothes, but they are often pushed away by an inexplicable force, and finally they can only honestly stand outside a safe distance and watch. Watch them go away.
The Vatican is really the Vatican, indifferent, alienated, and incompatible with this world.
These reporters are very unwilling, but they can only chase behind the two and keep asking questions loudly: "Teacher Fan, how do you know the real murderer is Zhang Yang?"
"Mr. Fan, why did Zhang Yang change his face? Is he also a stranger like Ma You?"
"Teacher Fan, how many people did Zhang Yang kill? This is not the first case he committed?"
"Mr. Fan, what will happen to Zhang Yang? Has the Zhang family collapsed? It is said that the Zhang consortium has been sealed up and all high-level officials have been taken away by the authorities. Is this news true?"
"Teacher Fan, don't you feel uncomfortable if you don't eat or drink for five days and five nights?"
"Teacher Fan ..."
With a whisper, "Vatican Teacher" couldn't pull back the footsteps of Van Gogh, but instead let him go faster and faster, leaving everyone far away.
One of the reporters was sent by a paparazzi studio. The style of painting is different from all others. I found that I could n’t run anymore, so I could only shout in my throat: "Mr. Fan, may I ask if Dr. Song is your male? friend?"
The roar was drowning in all kinds of noisy problems, and should not have been heard by Van Gogh who walked far away, but he suddenly stopped at this time, turned back, and looked away from everyone, with precision The ground was fixed on the paparazzi. He didn't give a definite answer, just squeezed Yin Hong's lips and burst into a light smile.
This laugh cannot be described in words at all, but it is as warm as the winter sun. The paparazzi froze for a while before pulling his soul away from this thrilling moment.
He always thought that Teacher Vatican was mysterious, cold, alienated, and indestructible, but just now, in a short moment, he seemed to peep into a soft soul. The imaginary Brahma teacher seems to be just an ordinary person with flesh and blood.
Fangallo retracted his gaze and continued to move forward, but Song Rui, who was holding him in his hand, still turned his head and stared at the paparazzi, with a pleasant smile on his face.
Song Rui turned his head quickly and walked around with Van Gogh, but received a call that surprised him.
A familiar and unfamiliar, and a much older voice came from the microphone: "Song Rui, what is your relationship with Van Gogh? He is really your boyfriend, are you in love?"
Song Ruifei quickly looked at the people beside him and nodded without humiliation: "Yes, uncle."
He thought that the stubborn old man would be furious, and then tried his best to stop it, but he didn't expect the other party to be silent for a moment and then chuckled, "Okay, just have a companion. Take him home when you have time."
So Song Rui smiled softly and nodded.
All the past grievances, misunderstandings and exclusions have disappeared at this moment.
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After gaining freedom, Van Gogh immediately rushed to the school to pick up Xu Yiyang. This kid has n’t seen his brother for a long time, and his stomach is full of misses, but he ca n’t say it. He can only turn around the brother like a puppy. shoulder.
Song Rui messed up his hair, his eyes and brows were all soft smiles.
Seeing them get along so well, the arc of laughter at the corner of Van Gogh's mouth couldn't be suppressed.
"Go home?" Song Rui asked in a low voice.
"Go to the hospital to see the three survivors." Fangallo waved his hand.
Without saying a word, Song Rui drove the car to the hospital and completed the visit procedures.
The three of them heard the noise inside before approaching the ward. When they pushed the door in, they found a young girl holding a fruit knife in her hand and standing on the high window sill, she seemed ready to jump at any time. Her wrist has been cut with a deep and shallow mouth, and she is bleeding, but her face does not see the slightest pain, but only dazed wounds and deep despair.
All of her family died, falling down one by one, being dug out of the heart and swallowed into the abdomen. Her mother struggled to push her out of the house with the last bit of strength and locked it out, but she ran into the black armoured hand. She blocked the door with her body, and dragged the devil's foot with her heart.
The girl heard the sound of broken bones, the sound of blood splattering, the groaning of a dying man, but she could do nothing. She did not run away, but slapped the door frantically and shouted: "You come out! You come out to kill me!"
The mother can ignore her life, and so can she.
However, when the police rushed to open the door, all she saw was the body. All of them had a big hole in their chest cavity, and there was no more beating in it. They would love her heart forever. At that time, her heart also died.
She pointed the fruit knife at the person trying to get close to her, and stepped back and forth, preparing to jump down a dozen floors.
Song Rui immediately asked the medical staff beside her: "Did she watch TV or computer these days? Do you know the case has been broken?"
"No, she lay in a daze all day in bed, like she lost her soul, and didn't care about the outside world at all."
Song Rui nodded and made the next negotiation plan in just ten seconds. But before he opened his mouth, Van Gaal had already pushed Xu Yiyang out of the room door, locked it out, and stepped forward a few steps, said lightly: "Do you want to take revenge before you die?"
The girl discovered that there were two strangers in the room. No, it's not a stranger. She is so familiar with the face of one of them. Isn't that the devil that killed her family?
The word "revenge" was like a long nail, pierced her messy brain, and emptied those desperately desperate desires, which made her have a crazy idea.
"I killed you!" She jumped off the window sill without thinking, and waved a fruit knife towards Vangallo.
The paramedics guarding the windowsill tried to stop her, but they were pushed away by an inexplicable force. Song Rui just lifted his foot and was about to stand in front of Van Gogh, and was dragged behind by the other party.
Van Gaal met the murderous girl straight, holding her knife-hands lightly and holding her head back, pressing her into her arms. His body was so cold that the girl struggled violently.
But soon, a gentle airflow wrapped her, gently crawled over her stiff back, and gently stroked her scalp, and then infiltrated her brain and heart, venting those nowhere. Pain, sorrow, anger, despair, led slowly and heartily.
The frantically struggling girl became quiet unconsciously, and her greasy expression gradually slackened into a daze, and then became dazed.
Since entering the hospital, she has not said a word or shed a tear. Her body seemed to be hollowed out, her heart was not there, her soul was not there, and her thoughts and ideas were not there either. She lived like death.
The medical staff will visit her every day and clearly foresee that if she cannot resolve the inner pain, she will destroy herself sooner or later. But the sufferings she encountered were too tragic, how could it be resolved? Even if she finds the best psychiatrist in the world, it is difficult for her to recover as before. It takes ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime of hard work.
But now, the girl who was numb to the point of losing all her consciousness and emotions lay in tears in the arms of the "enemy", and the tears accumulated more and more, and there was a tendency to break the bank.
She was trapped in a nightmare, struggling desperately, unable to find an exit, but the man who embraced her pushed the door hidden in the darkness for her, and led the sunlight in.
She changed from quietly crying to crying. Through the misty tears, she looked at the gentle eyebrow, but said intermittently: "You are not him." The fruit knife in her hand fell off.
She didn't need to watch the live broadcast or the news report. She only realized by instinct that she was clearly aware that the demon who killed her family was definitely not the person in front of her. Although they have the same face, they exude a very different breath, a cold and evil, a warm and peaceful.
Van Gogh gently brushed her eyes with her palms and whispered softly: "Your life was exchanged by your mother with her own heart. From now on you will hold her hot heart and live well. "
The girl's cry was stagnant, but she was not willing to agree.
Fangallo took her wrists, brought her empty hands together, palms up, made a lifting gesture, and then hung her palms on it, and said warmly: "Did you feel it?"
"what?"
The girl's face was dazed, and she opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth, revealing a shocked expression. She sensed that a group of invisible things gradually condensed in her palm. It's very soft and very soft, very warm and very warm, like a cloud or something. But soon, it began to beat at once, so slight, but so calm and powerful.
The young girl looked at her empty space in disbelief, but she really supported her hands.
"This is, this is ..." She opened her mouth, and she burst into tears as soon as she stopped her tears.
"This is something your family has put in your custody. Cherish it well." Van Gogh touched the girl's head and turned away.
He opened the door and saw Xu Yiyang sulking, chuckling with help.
This slight gentle laughter awakened the girl like a thunder, and also caused her hands together to tremble uncontrollably. She felt it, with a heart beating in her palm, live, warm, full of endless blessings and love.
Through it, she felt the strong call of her mother, and the voice gradually gathered into five strong and powerful words-live well!
Live well and share with all your loved ones, otherwise how can you be worthy to block the door with your body and sacrifice your heart to the devil's mother?
The sun shines on the girl ’s heart, burning scars that may be difficult to heal for life, and blocking the gurgling blood; it also made her suddenly put her palms against her chest and put the invisible heart , Into your chest, already empty.
She sat paralyzed on the ground, her tears flowing across her face, but her eyes became unprecedentedly firm. She was dead before, but now she is alive again. This heart will become stronger than steel from now on.
"Doctor, can you bandage my wound?" She took the initiative to raise her wrist.
The medical staff who didn't know what was happening hurriedly surrounded and helped her with the wounds.
She said again: "Can you help me call the police? I want to change my confession. The murderer is not a teacher, I'm sure. That night I was wrong."
The medical staff was stunned again, and then explained one after another: "This is no longer necessary, the case has been solved, and now people all over the country know that Mr. Fan is not a murderer."
"How did it break? Who is the murderer?" The girl asked urgently.
"Mr. Fan did a live broadcast ..." The little nurse's words gradually silenced under the glare of a doctor. They fear that the girl will be stimulated again.
"Live? Can I watch it?" The girl's expression was always firm and calm.
"Aren't you afraid?" The doctor looked at her with complicated eyes.
The girl pressed the strong heart in her chest and shook her head: "You will never be afraid again." Because there are people like Mr. Fan in this world!
Fangallo visited two other survivors. When they met for the first time, their emotions were very excited, but after a short contact, they all returned to calm, and their mental state improved significantly.
The doctor who was always on the side only realized that the best psychiatrist in the world does not have to go elsewhere, isn't the teacher Vatican?
Before leaving the hospital, Van Gogh visited the girl again and asked seriously: "Do you need to forget this painful experience? I can help you."
The girl shook her head decisively and sincerely thanked her. The other two survivors also chose to retain memory.
Fangallo was not surprised by this. When he walked out of the rehabilitation building, he couldn't help but look back and sighed: "Humans are the only creatures in the world who will remember pain, which is why they live so wonderfully one."
Song Rui saw the awe and longing for life from his eyes, and could not help clenching his hands.
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Zhang Yang's conspiracy did not succeed, but instead the image of Fangallo was broken, and it became more glorious and noble in the minds of the people. Because of his existence, even if monsters like monsters appear in this world, everyone does not feel panic.
Beijing, which has been volatile for some time, has regained its former calm, but things are far from over.
Zhang Yang was reluctant to provide where the fruit that made the blue medicament grew, and the country had no way to eradicate this strange plant. It is classified as a new type of drug, and the degree of harm is far above the level. However, Zhang Yang turned around and provided an address for Minister Yan to send an army to investigate.
"Want to know the truth, the people inside will tell you. By the way, bring more troops and fully armed, this person is not easy to deal with." Zhang Yang warned carefully.
Minister Yan held the attitude that Ning Xinxin believed that he had no credibility and nothing, and that night he summoned an army and surrounded the place.
It was a very old building with a long history, standing in the wilderness of the wilderness. There was only one family in a radius of ten miles, and there were no buildings nearby. As a result, when the convoy approached, the people living in the building quickly discovered them.
The other party ignored the shout that Minister Yan asked him to raise his hand and surrendered. Instead, he broke through the back window and fled into the dark forest.
Minister Yan immediately ordered to shoot, originally intending to shoot through this man's legs to stop his movements, but found that the bullet hit him like he hit a steel plate, and they all jumped and showed a little spark. This strange scene stunned everyone.
"This is another monster! Fired and fired, everyone fired!" Minister Yan was decisive.
So dense bullets shot at the dashing figure, and soon scraped the clothes and cloth on him to pieces. He became naked when he ran, but his body was not covered with strong muscles, but a layer of dark brown burnt dry skin.
Each of his bones can be seen clearly through this thin skin. He is not a human, but a corpse!