The Underworld Detective

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When I got up the next morning, my mood was basically back to normal. Wang Dali saw the empty cans of beer thrown in the sink and asked, surprised, "Yangzi, did you drink last night?"

I can't deny it, and confessed it indiscriminately.

Wang patted my shoulder vigorously: "I know that you have worked hard to solve the case. Do n’t carry it by yourself, communicate with your buddies, and be careful about psychological problems."

I smiled: "I'm really fine!"

Wang Dali is also a victim of Li Wenjia. Do I want to tell him about it? After thinking about it, he still has Li Wenjia's planting order in his head that has not been eradicated. Don't let him get involved.

After experiencing what happened last night, I felt that suggesting this kind of thing, even if I understand the mechanism of action, I still can't escape it, as if I know how the bullet is shot out of the gun, it is impossible to become incompatible. .

The human heart is a very fragile thing. I am fortunate to have Song Xingchen, a loyal bodyguard, or I may be dead.

At this time, Huang Xiaotao called and asked if I had eaten it. Would you like to have breakfast together? Although it was all irrelevant, I knew she was actually worried about me, which made me feel warm.

On the phone, I said, "By the way, if you are sure that Li Wenjia is not dead, you must let Wang Yuanchao withdraw from the operation."

"I understand this, but Song Yang, do you really think Li Wenjia is not dead?" Huang Xiaotao asked.

"The possibilities are remote, but not impossible," I said.

The worst possibility is that not only did she die, but she also joined forces with King Jing's forces ... If she now has the "upgraded version" of Fox Eye, then why did she do everything possible to get back the original one? Maybe she intended Dedicated to King Jing?

I felt shuddering at the thought of this place. Although I have never seen Lord King Jing, none of the Seven Kings of Darkness can be ignored.

When I walked out of the apartment, Song Xingchen stood outside holding the knife. I asked, "Did you not sleep all night?"

Having said that, he didn't even look the whole night, Song Xingchen said lightly, "No, I take a break after you fall asleep."

"Standing outside to sleep?"

He didn't answer, and I felt a sudden distress. Although Song Xingchen was ordered to protect my family, but he had done far more than his duties, I think I should be better for him.

We had a simple breakfast and came to the city bureau. Wang Yuanchao and Huang Xiaotao each drove a car. After boarding the car, we set off for the mental hospital.

No one said anything along the way, and the atmosphere seemed a bit heavy. We arrived at the psychiatric hospital at nine o'clock. Huang Xiaotao briefly explained the intention. The director said that the investigation was appropriate and took us to the ward where Li Wenjia had stayed.

This ward is only four square meters in size. We could n’t get in together. I walked inside and smelled a moldy smell. Imagine what happened when Li Wenjia spent the last few months of her life here. Poor.

I asked the dean: "How do you identify mental illness here?"

The dean explained: "Every mental illness shows a few fixed symptoms. These symptoms are difficult to disguise. Generally speaking, mental illness has three elements: cognitive distortion, self-identification disorder, and emotional inversion ..."

"Okay, okay!" Huang Xiaotao interrupted imprinting impatiently impatiently: "Speaking of it, just rely on your eyes to see?"

"Miss police, you can't say that. The doctors here need to determine whether the patient has a mental illness through long-term and systematic observation." The director answered.

"Doesn't it still depend on watching?" Huang Xiaotao sarcastically.

"Excuse me offensively, as you said, then the police determined whether the suspect was guilty, all by asking?" The dean was tit-for-tat.

"Nonsense, the police depend on evidence!"

I interrupted the dispute between them, and asked the dean: "Please answer us objectively, can anyone pretend to be mentally ill?"

The dean replied: "Unless this person is a professional psychologist and has superb acting skills ..."

Li Wenjia agrees with these two points. She is both a psychology teacher and a acting personality.

"But ..." the dean stopped talking.

"what?"

"You know that you need to take medicines on time every day here. Those medicines have a strong calming and soothing effect, which will soften a person's willpower. If he is pretending to be crazy, he will soon reveal the stuffing." Dean explained .

"That makes sense!" I groaned. From this perspective, Li Wenjia couldn't pretend.

Huang Xiaotao said: "We want to see the patient's record, and it is best to find her attending physician."

The dean promised to go. I walked around in this ward: "Actually, living here is worse than staying in prison. Although there is no death penalty here, it is better to die."

Huang Xiaotao agreed: "Yes, this kind of place can drive normal people crazy."

Sun Bingxin asked: "Is there a possibility that although this woman came in pretending to be crazy, then she took medicine every day and she was really crazy. Then she killed her?"

Huang Xiaotao laughed: "Well, it sounds reasonable, Miss Sun, it's rare to hear a useful reasoning from you."

Sun Bingxin pursed his mouth and protested: "Cut, I seem to be useless!"

At this time, I stepped on a floor, and felt that the sound was a little bit wrong, so I took out the osteopex and stuck it on it, and hit the floor with my fingers. Huang Xiaotao asked me what I heard. I silently put away the bones and groped beside the floor.

Sure enough, this floor can be lifted, but there is nothing hidden underneath, precisely it can't be hidden. Below is a gutter, and a foul smelling sewage flows from below.

"Wow, it's disgusting, close it!" Huang Xiaotao said, covering his nose.

I observed with the pupil of the hole, and suddenly found some small particles around, I called: "Give me a pair of tweezers and a bag of evidence."

I carefully took out the particles with tweezers. It was some very fine powder. I suddenly had a bad guess. I said, "Isn't this a medicine that was secretly thrown away?"

Sun Bing said, "You need to take a test. This is easy. Compare it with the drugs here."

We heard a sound of tearing paper, and saw Wang Yuanchao peeling off the 'wall cover'. It turned out that there was a layer of newspaper under the coating of the wall, and it couldn't be found without looking carefully. As he kept tearing, the lime layer crackled, and something appeared on the concrete wall behind him.

It used sharp objects, probably the words carved on the nails, and wrote a series of names such as "Song Yang", "Huang Xiaotao" and "Sun Hu". There were more than a dozen of them. !!

I suddenly felt a creepy feeling. When Li Wenjia was here, she was sober-headed. She engraved our names on the wall, which was definitely not written for fun.

I can imagine the scene when she gritted her teeth and carved these names. This is a list of her revenge!