Chapter 60:

Fangaluo returned to the Moon Bay community with a bag of bread and climbed up the spiral ladder step by step. Building No. 1 during the day is completely different from Building No. 1 at night, like a sleeping beast, it is a bit strangely quiet. On the fourth, seventh, and fourteenth floors, the sins hidden in these rooms seemed to have never existed before, and they disappeared completely under the blazing sun.
However, there were some accidents on the 17th floor. Two women in police uniforms were questioning the female occupants living on the floor, and a young woman wearing glasses firmly guarded the woman ’s son behind him, carefully and distressed. Endlessly stroked the bruise on his arm.
The female resident on the 17th floor had a loud voice and an extremely bad attitude. He kept repeating the sentence: "What happened to my beating my son? Is it illegal? Is he disobedient and not allowed me to educate?"
The girl with glasses retorted angrily: "Are you an education? You are abusive! Yangyang comes to school with a wound every day. Today is even more excessive. The whole back is green. The doctor said that he played very hard. Even The internal organs are hurt! This is the inspection report, please take a good look! Treat your own child as an enemy, are you still a mother? If I do n’t call the police to catch you, Yangyang will be killed by you sooner or later! Comrade, you must not let her go! "
Fangallo stopped at the stairs and looked at the scene faintly. He also knew one of the two policewomen, it was the policeman Liao Fang of the Criminal Investigation Team of the Seongnam Branch.
Liao Fang has always been easy-going. She could not help but torture the boy ’s mother and let her colleagues take him to the police station, while she left her father waiting for the boy. The girl with glasses is a school teacher, and she will leave in a few steps later.
When helping the little boy enter the door, Liao Fang habitually looked at the surrounding environment, only to find a slender figure standing on the dim staircase, and the pair of dark and deep pupils really made her unforgettable.
"Mr. Fan, you are back! I was just thinking whether I can meet you today!" Liao Fang said in surprise.
"Well, I haven't seen you for a long time." Van Gogh slowly walked to the door and stared at the little boy with a big look in his eyes. He is getting thinner every day, his cheeks are deeply sunken, and there is only a thin layer of skin on his arms and legs. The walking room is like a bone that can fall apart at any time, and on top of this skeleton, those represent There are more and more scars of pain and sin every day. This shows that violence in this family is escalating.
Liao Fang also noticed his gaze, gently patted the little boy ’s hair, and sighed: "Mr. Fan, you live on the 18th floor. You should know the situation in his house? His mother is a sadist, every day. It is pitiful to scold him for not giving him food. "
"Don't say this in front of the child." Van Gogh passed the bread in his hand and gently touched the little boy's brow with his index finger.
The little boy immediately took the bread, and his pair of surprisingly large eyes burst into a gleaming light. The fire of his life is extinguishing, but the fire of his soul is still desperately burning with the tenacity of survival and the hope brought by this daily bread.
Liao Fang covered his mouth with guilt and whispered: "Sorry, I'm so careless, or Mr. Fan is more careful. I went to make Yangyang a glass of milk, and after eating the bread, he just coaxed him to sleep. His physical condition Oops, hearing doctors say that even internal organs have different degrees of damage. "
Without saying a word, Fangallo stood silently at the door and looked at Liao Fang rummaging around for milk powder. The little boy, the child Xu Yiyang, was eating in a bite after getting the bread. There is no adult in the family, he can enjoy this meal calmly, without worrying about which corner his mother will suddenly rush out of and take everything away from him.
Van Gogh looked down at him, his eyes gleaming in a dark light.
Liao Fang did not find the milk powder, so he poured a cup of hot water for Xu Yiyang to drink, and after trying to coax him to bed. She wanted to hug the poor child, but because of years of abuse, the child had already suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder, refused to touch everyone, and even refused to speak. He is slowly becoming a puppet who is unable to resist and cannot speak.
Xu Yiyang dodged around, just refused to go to the bedroom to sleep, and climbed up and down to open the cabinet door, as if looking for something.
Liao Fang said to him again and again: "Yang Yang you come down, tell your aunt what you are looking for, and the aunt will help you find it. You are so dangerous." She did not dare to touch the child, because he would be surprised if he touched him The expression of fear, then opened his mouth wide, seemed to scream. Although he couldn't utter a little voice, the way he was deeply tortured by fear was really distressing.
Liao Fang sweated anxiously, but Van Gogh took out a pack of paper towels from his backpack, cleaned the food wrapping paper and breadcrumbs on the ground bit by bit, and put them in the trash bag. Prepare to take away with you later.
Seeing that the floor was restored to its previous cleanliness, Xu Yiyang jumped off the stool and walked slowly in front of Van Gogh, looking at him with shiny eyes. He just wanted to find a rag, but he couldn't find it.
Fangallo said softly, "Go to sleep."
Xu Yiyang nodded obediently and entered the bedroom. Liao Fang, who was tortured enough by his weird temper, couldn't help but look dumbfounded. She knew that there was no one in Van Gogh who could not handle this world!
Fangallo turned to look at her, and Wen Sheng explained: "His mother forbids him to steal food."
"Oh, that's what it is! If you don't let your child eat what others give, but you are hungry every day, how can there be such a mother in the world." Liao Fang shook his head and sighed: "Mr. Fan, I know you are a good person, this Can the child ask you to look after it more? "
Fangallo walked toward the door with a bag of garbage, and gave her an unexpected answer: "I can't see it anymore."
"Hey? Why?" Liao Fang hurriedly said: "You live so close, usually you have time to take a look, it will not be very troublesome."
Fangallo has stepped into the dark corridor, and his beautiful face is looming, but his deep eyes are gleaming: "When you ask others to take care of this child, you seem to forget that there is a father in this family?"
Liao Fang showed a disgusted expression: "If his father is reliable, I won't ask you anymore. Although the perpetrator is his mother, but his father is also guilty as a silent bystander and indulgent. If you are unreliable, you can only rely on you, the enthusiastic people, to help more. "
Fangallo shook his head again, and the droopy eyelids blocked the light in his pupils: "Sorry, I can't help him."
Liao Fang was anxious: "No, Mr. Fan, why can't you help him? It's not troublesome for you to come and see it every day? I also know the 50 million kidnapping case just cracked in our bureau. He saved Mr. Shen ’s daughter, but why could n’t he save Xu Yiyang? As long as you want, you can help him. I know you have that ability! "
Van Gogh slowly walked into the dark doorway, like walking into an unknown abyss, slowly said: "I ask you a question, if you see a train going forward, there are five people standing beside it on the road There is only one person standing on the fork road, and the brake of the train has failed, and it will soon hit. You have a wrench next to you. Just push this wrench to change the track of the train. What choice will you make? ? Is it hitting five people or one? Why? "
His voice was ethereal and silent, as if coming from another dimension.
Liao Fang followed two steps and said without hesitation: "Of course it is to push the wrench and hit one person. Without a choice, it is always worthwhile to trade one life for five lives."
Fangallo slowly ascended the stairs, and his voice gradually fell: "Did you ever think about it? Those five people were playing on the rails of the train, and it was their destiny to be hit; the other person was walking on the road. It is also his destiny to go home safely. But your gentle push reverses the destiny of everyone. The person is dead, the undue person is alive. Do you still think it is fair? Do you think it is so? does it worth?"
Liao Fang was seemingly light, but in reality he was locked in place by the torture of the soul. He could only watch the slender figure step into the corner.
The ethereal voice like a cold rain spilled from the top, revealing helplessness and loneliness: "It's me, I will stay away from the wrench and let destiny make a choice. Because in the face of destiny, each of us is equal, no height Nobody is worth, no one is worth it. When you try to change your destiny, you bear not only the life and death of one person or five people, but the weight of a whole causal world. Do you understand what that means? You will never be able to face it directly, and it will eventually make you crush your bones. If you can sharpen your mouth, you can save a person, what if I wear countless mouths? But unfortunately, sometimes, fate cannot be changed by anyone. Yes. The only thing I can do at the moment is to gently toggle a string of fate, to carefully pry into that twist of turning, I am far from what you imagined to be. "
"Look at the father well."
After leaving this sentence, the youth's voice completely dissipated in the air, and Liao Fang took two quick steps. Looking up at the black staircase, he asked with fear: "Mr. Fan, what did you just mean by his words? His father There is also a problem? You ca n’t help Xu Yiyang, can it be said that he will continue to be beaten? Is his fate unchangeable? "
Although asked in this way, Liao Fang knew that the abuse was affirmative, because the child was beaten by the mother of the child. The law will give a lighter sentence, and will not send the child away. When the mother is released, she will definitely vent her anger and resentment on the child. Her atrocities will not be contained, but will continue to escalate.
Liao Fang has dealt with too many similar cases, but few of the children who were really born with her help have fallen into a more tragic situation. She was unable to change reality, so she could only hope for Mr. Fan, but Mr. Fan's hint made her even more uneasy.
What happens to people who can't even help Mr. Fan? Liao Fang squeezed the handrail of the stairs and felt a chill in his heart.
In the evening, the father of the child finally came back. He looked very elegant, and he was very elegant. He belonged to a group of people with relatively high quality. He brought lunch to Liao Fang and his son, bought a bunch of children's nutritional products, and confessed his confession to his wife repeatedly.
"She was suffering from severe depression, and I didn't know it until today. It was my fault. I was too busy working and didn't notice the situation of her and the child." He scratched his hair in regret.
Liao Fang did not know what to say, so he could only ask the father to take good care of the children. She could see that the other party was truly confessing, not acting, and Xu Yiyang's resistance to his father was relatively small. When the father patted his head, he did not dodge, just stiff for a moment, and then continued to eat.
Liao Fang was relieved, saying goodbye to the father and son out of Building 1, but did not leave, but looked up, staring blankly at the top floor. There seemed to be a train in her mind, crossing the invisible railroad tracks, one person, five people, they were standing at both ends of this fate trajectory, waiting for the impact sooner or later. There will be a time when fate will take them all away, but she tries to push the wrench to decide their life or death!
Liao Fang shivered sharply, and then felt a deep fear afterwards. Was she the one who just died in a word? Why is she so arrogant and so arrogant? Why does she think that the lives of five people are more valuable than the lives of one person? Does everyone in the world have such an unforgettable moment? Do you also think that your own values ​​override those of others?
It seems that only Van Gogh lived awake, and lived alone. Liao Fang bowed his head and left here step by step. He didn't know that there was an invisible black vortex screaming and sweeping across the area.

In order to maintain the best condition, Van Gogh sleeps for five days before awakening under the urge of the mobile phone ringtone. Cao Xiaohui told him in a tone of invitation that the reality show work has been done. The recording officially started at 7 o'clock tonight. The process is similar to the general draft competition. First, the sea election is over. After the sea election, it enters the preliminary round and the final is finished.
"The sea election registration is long over. I used Xinghui's relationship to help you plug in a team. This season's topic is a psychic, just for you." Cao Xiaohui said confidently: "That one million must be your!"
"Well, I will go to the TV station on time at six o'clock." Fangallo looked at the phone interface and found that time was running out, so he stood up from the bathtub, and black water droplets slipped down his pale skin, and his body seemed to More flexible, every arc and every line is perfectly like God's creation, more dense mysterious runes flashing gray light on his body surface, and gradually extinguished.
He put on a black shirt and black trousers with exquisite tailoring, and walked down the stairs slowly. He happened to meet Xu Yiyang who came home from school.
The little boy seems to be a little fatter, and the bruises on his body have also dissipated a lot, showing that his father was taking good care of him. Seeing Van Gogh, his eyes shone involuntarily, but pursed his small mouth, not knowing how to say hello.
Van Gogh stood at the stairs and stared at him for a long time, his eyes struggling. The wind blew outside the building, just like a high-speed train approaching all obstacles head-on. There was a loud bang, it was the sound of a certain family's window being rolled by the wind.
Fangallo took a step in this loud noise, walked slowly to the little boy, touched his eyebrows with his fingertips, and whispered unheardly: "Away from your father."
The little boy stared blankly at him, it seemed difficult to understand his words. Why stay away from dad? Dad will not beat him or scold him, and will bring things back to him to eat, much better than his mother.
Van Gaal withdrew his fingertips and sighed gently.