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That day was Yang Zi's birthday.

In the evening, Zhen Yi and Si Gui gathered in Yang Zi's rental house for dinner. Neither of them mentioned work at all. This was the tacit understanding of friends for many years.

Yang Zi's computer was placed on the bench in front of the kitchen, with the loudest volume: Fan Weiqi's one was like autumn and the other was like summer. The three of them squeezed in the narrow kitchen to wash vegetables and cut vegetables for cooking. There was no division of labor, no cooperation, no tacit understanding. The noise of the young girls was naive and vivid.

"Zhen, my God! What is the pile of white flowers you poured? Stupid!" Si Gui scolded.

"Braised pork does not contain sugar! Idiot!"

"The sugar is here with me, you put salt! Idiot!"

Chen meaning: "Are you all hold sugar do Bitch?!"

"..." Si Gui, "FuckYou!"

"WITHWHAT ?!"

Yang Zi was tasting the fish soup, all the water was sprayed into the wok, and the oil star was splashing, the braised meat was slamming, and the three screamed and fled, hiding in the door for half a second, then burst out laughing.

The frying of the oil pan, the boiling of the soup pot, the sound of the water flow, the smoky small kitchen, there is the voice of Fan Weiqi music: "My voice outside the string, my mouth is careless, I can't do without darling, and even more without you"

Half an hour later, the more reliable Si Gui presented the first intact dish, one-handed spatula, one-handed dish, quite skilled: "Audience friends, one of my second favorites, big plate chicken."

Yang Zi asked: "What is another love?"

"Bun." Zhen Yi answered.

The big plate of chicken was put into the plate, and Si Gui deliberately brought it to Zhen Yi's nose. "I saw it, talent. It was the first time to have all the colors and flavors. Yang Zi, try my virgin big plate chicken."

Zhen Yi: "Fortunately you didn't make steamed buns today, otherwise it would be too scary, try you"

"You filthy son, shut up!" Si Gui burst into roar, kicking Zhen Yi's ass, kicking her out of the kitchen.

Zhen Yi placed her chopsticks, Yang Zi turned on the TV, and the music channel was playing a cello concert. She didn't change channels. Zhen Yi wondered: "When did you like this?"

"Look, look, this cellist is so handsome!"

Zhen Yi raised her head and her eyes were immediately rounded: "My heart!" Mining over, "So handsome and handsome! Si Gui, come and touch!"

The three women posted in front of the TV and stroked the white, beautiful and contoured exotic cellist on the screen, drooling.

"What else do you eat, he will be full. Ao, holding the bed is also A goods." Zhen Yi looked straight, gritted his teeth, "If he got out of the TV set, it would be fine. His clothes fell directly. "

"Sex woman!" Si Gui hit her waist. At the end, she shook her head and sighed innocently. "However, at first glance, he has been exercised, and his figure must be very good. Look at the curve and shadow of his shirt here.

The girlfriends made a **** together, and the joy is definitely doubled. It is only at this time that women are willing to share their "lover". Active, can't wait.

The cellist was immersed in the music safely, and the three of them surrounded the TV and saluted his beauty and body with eyes full of flowers.

After the song is over, it just spread out.

Yang Zi sat down for a meal and commented: "Do you think that he is not sitting and looking good?"

Si Gui agreed: "Well, he was so **** when he was sitting on the cello."

Zhen Yi picked up the chopsticks to hold the dish: "Trust me, mainly because his hands are holding the things sandwiched between his legs. This pose is more **** and ecstatic."

Yang Zi: "..."

Si Gui: "..."

This explanation seems correct, but it is clear that something is wrong.

Zhen Yi was eating vegetables and looked up: "What do you see?"

Si Gui: "Zhen, you are getting more and more serious, recently."

"Maybe I reached the age of a wolf ahead of time. Hey, I saw a boar on TV the day before yesterday, and I think the skin is tender and tender."

Yang Zi chuckled and almost choked:

"Come on, you like boys so much, and it ’s not easy to fall in love? Obviously, I want to take advantage of my youth to work hard."

Si Gui chewed the chicken feet and disagreed: "I think Zhen's vision is too high."

"This is also a reason," Yang Zi interjected. "Zhen Yi's vision is superb. Men must not only have strong career ambitions, but Gu's family is also responsible. The most important thing is the appearance of the gods, the model body, are you looking for an alien?"

Zhen Yi took the soup slowly: "I am not bad in appearance, good in character, not short-lived, not foolish, not vicious, not vanity, relying on my profession and skills, and pay very high wages. Without men, I am also full of happiness and decent life Very good. So, why do n’t I ask for a bit higher? If the man ca n’t bring me more pleasure than he is now, he must be unattractive to me. Why am I dating him? "

Yang Zi and Si Gui had nothing to say.

"No way, I'm a face control. I'm definitely demanding of the appearance of my future boyfriend." Zhen Yi shrugged. "Otherwise, I will fantasize Sherlock when I have sex."

Si Guiya she said: "It is not allowed to dismantle him and Watson!"

"Haha, I know your reaction! The boy Leon and Uncle Dep are my destiny, I just think that Sherlock is very sexy, haha!"

Si Guibai her.

Yang Zi shook his head and smiled.

Her recent work has not been smooth. In the case of Yue Feng's vicious murder of classmates, she can only play a limited role. At present, Yue Feng's future is entirely on a psychiatric appraisal, almost nothing for her. If Yue Feng is mentally ill, she can at least fight for his rights, otherwise, her lawyer is useless. What's more depressing is that the killing of teachers and classmates by doctoral students in the first university in China should have been a case that attracted national attention and discussion. Go on.

Halfway through the meal, she remembered the recent discussion in the office and asked, "I mean, how is Song Yi's case going?"

"Something went wrong." Zhen Yi had flesh and slurred speech; Si Gui did not participate and concentrated on eating.

"I hope you'll cheer." Her voice was a little sad.

"What's wrong?" Zhen Yi heard the tone incorrectly and raised her head.

Yang Zi worried: "Everyone is waiting to see your joke."

Si Gui frowned lightly, slowly eating rice with his ears raised.

"Song Yi's case was very smooth at the beginning, and he was able to earn commission fees without resorting to lawsuits. But now the situation is changing sharply. Everyone thinks you can't take it down, and I heard that Song Yi and you have fallen out

Zhen Yi didn't take it seriously. She stuttered meat and grunted: "What if you lose? It's normal to win or lose."

"No. I mean, isn't this case Bian Boss wants you to earn bonuses to make you famous? Because he always biases you, everyone only looked at the excitement this time." She was vomiting.

Si Gui's face was uglier than Zhen Yi's.

"People in the office don't know your grandfather's relationship, often secretly saying that you and him, the relationship is ambiguous, saying that you lure ..."

"Say what?" Zhen Yi stared.

Both Si Gui and Yang Zi's complexion changed, and they were about to comfort. Zhen Yi had already dropped the chopsticks.

She stood up sharply and rushed to the back of the door, her face leaning forward in front of the mirror, "Is my appearance to the level of seduction?" She held her face, looking left and right, twisting her hips twice.

"Overall satisfaction, only disappointed with the chest, inherited my dad."

Si Gui looked at her in a series of movements and was speechless. It was unnecessary to worry about this female neuropathy at any time.

Yang Zi smiled and hurt her stomach, admiring her self-joke: "If you are not angry, just like."

"Angry? I'm crazy (two times)?" Zhen Yi has been in the Imperial City for many years. Putonghua is very standard, but I love Cantonese in private. She spoke quickly, listening to the sharp sound, but the tail was very long, rising twice, and the inexpressible crispness.

Regardless of whether they say "good laot", "Ma Ma Lao" or swear words "I lose", they are dragging the characteristic Zhen's second ending, which is frustrating and endless. Many boys in the middle school class learned to talk and laugh at her. Yang Zi also learned secretly, but couldn't learn the feeling of being brave and hearty.

"Everyone is always mean to lucky people," Zhen Yi disregarded, "I want to be lucky, and want a good reputation, aren't they too greedy?"

"Admire your good mentality! If I were, I would cry."

"They want to block me, but I'm good at left ears in and right ears out." Zhen Yi sat back and continued to eat. "There is no fairness in this world. People who are often at the lower end of the balance say it is unfair."

"Tumbling, it's terrible for you." Si Gui kicked her, "Pray that you will always be on the top of the balance."

"No, I like the life of the seesaw." Zhen Yi smiled and enlarged, "He has a good attitude and will not complain at the bottom. The ups and downs are wonderful."

Surrounded by trees, the two white buildings are not high, but occupy a large area, and the design is modern and simple.

In front of the door, a few lines were engraved on the lying marble.

On one side are the "National Institute of Psychotherapy", "National Institute of Neuropsychology", "National Institute of Personality Psychology", and "National Institute of Clinical and Consulting Psychology".

The other side is very simple: "National Psychiatric Hospital Dicheng First Psychiatric Hospital".

If it weren't for the two marbles, the blue sky and white clouds, the trees and flowers, and the sparse population, this place can be called a paradise.

Zhen Yi stood under the big tree by the road, took out the business card given to her by the speech, and dialed the number to go out. After a beep, the phone answered quickly: "Hello, Blabla Lab." The young man's voice was so fast that she couldn't hear clearly.

"I'm looking for words." After that, I realized that the atmosphere there was wrong, and I changed my mind, "Teacher, say teacher!"

"Oh, please wait."

After a second or two of silence, the phone picked up again, and his voice was low: "Which one?"

"Ah, it's me. Just passing by, without an appointment, won't you be busy?"

He did not answer: "Are you downstairs?"

"Well, it seems that the guards are very strict and will not let in."

"Wait a minute."

Zhen Yi took the line, turned around and thought about the tree.

Today she went to the police station to get the details of Lin Ziyi's death, nothing more, but she did not get other evidence and forensic information. After all, Song Yi is only a suspect.

To understand the case, Zhen Yi wanted to start with Wu Zhe. After Tang Shang committed suicide, Wu Zhe collapsed and entered a mental hospital.

So, Zhen Yi is here.

Soon, a young man in a white coat appeared in the empty first floor hall on the side of the institute. He walked quickly, trotting to the thick glass door, swiping on the cipher with a card, and talking about , I can only see my mouth moving, but I can't hear it.

He opened the door and smiled broadly: "I'm Xiao Ke. Sorry, I've waited a long time."

"No." Zhen Yi knew that Yan Ge would not say such things, wondering why he was so polite.

Zhen Yi registered and walked into the bright and clean hall. The large marble floor looked spotless and quiet; outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the green trees and sunlight were very nice.

Out of the elevator, there are glass window laboratories on both sides of the corridor. Someone looked up from the work to Zhen Yi along the way, all of them were curious.

Xiao Ke took her to the end of the room, the glass window, standing in white, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, holding a notepad, bowed down to record what.

In front of him, some kind of monkey in the cage was smoking like a human.

In the same white overalls, he wears more silky courage, like a natural hanger.

Xiao Ke knocked gently on the door and pushed back: "Teacher Yan?" He looked almost as old as his words, but he respected his words and deeds.

Yan Ge turned back to see Zhen Yi and remained silent for a second: "Why are you here?"

Zhen Yi has a black line.

Doctor Yan, do you have memory impairment? The ghost who answered the phone just now!

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