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Zhen Yi and Xiao Ke looked at each other, and their eyes fell on the white man.

Yan Ge rubbed the bridge of his nose: "Xiao Ke, didn't you ask you to take her over there?" He paused and recalled, "Well, I didn't say that."

Xiao Ke laughed: "The teacher was seriously making notes at the time, not paying attention."

Yange took off his glasses and said, "I'll take you."

He explained the matter to Xiao Ke and went to the mental hospital diagonally across the road with Zhen Yi.

After entering, Zhen Yi found that there was no cave inside, and the atmosphere was completely different from that of the research institute. It's cold and quiet there, but it's warm and cozy, with a large lawn and a pond and a swing.

There is no one on the lawn, only sunshine.

Along the way, he was speechless, his hands stuck in the pockets of his white coat, and he walked quietly, only the grass was clear.

Zhen Yi followed two steps behind him, and felt that his back was also beautiful. Recalling the way he stood in the laboratory with his head down and taking notes, it was very beautiful, with a subtle manner, but it was not publicized at all.

Strangely, a back view can make her heart calm. The fate between people is really inaccurate.

She followed him for a while and returned to the purpose of the trip: "Dr. Yan, can the patient escape in this hospital? I mean escape, and then come back."

Yan Ge thought about it, and the result was: "Sorry, I'm not sure."

Asked is not asked.

Entering the main building, across the glass window, Zhen Yi saw patients in white clothes waiting in line for doctors and nurses to watch.

The patients saw Zhen Yi, and they were particularly sensitive to fresh faces. They didn't line up one by one, their heads were all squeezed on the glass, and they looked at her with novelty, eyes looking like children for knowledge.

Each of them is very clean, with white clothes, a clean face, and a clean expression. Different from the outside, how to describe it, just like the people outside wear dirty masks, but they don't.

Because it is real, it is clean.

A group of people tilted their heads, squeezed their faces against the glass, and looked curiously. There was a conflict in front of the crowd, and a patient shouted: "Why don't you let me go out to play? I want to go out, I want to go out!"

At this call, someone coaxed: "Why didn't Dr. Ke, whose buttocks are very upset? I asked him to give me a medical examination, I only touched him. I also like to touch him, I want to sleep with him."

Zhen Yi: "..."

How many women dare to express love so boldly? Who is sober, mentally ill and normal?

She inexplicably likes this patient

Another dissatisfaction: "Dr. Xu, Meimei she robbed me man again, you don't care?"

The first man to speak was furious: "Your group of **** concubines, all shut up. I am the emperor, I want to go out and play!"

Seeing that several doctors and nurses couldn't persuade, Yan walked to the iron fence and asked in a low voice, "Why can't he go out?"

Dr. Xu hurriedly said: "If the test fails, wait a few days."

The expression looks at the emperor, the tone is calm, like chatting with a normal person: "You can't go out these days."

The emperor was not happy, and he was on his hips, with great momentum and prestige: "I am the emperor, and I will go out when I say."

The words are casual: "But the queen mother disagrees."

The emperor stopped talking and remained silent for a few seconds, actually nodded: "Well. The country is based on filial piety." After that, he really followed the nurse.

Zhen Yi: "..."

The patient in the first place clenched his fist in one hand and raised it to the sky: "Beep, Beep, the ship sails! The sailor is in place!"

"sail!"

"sail!"

Everyone didn't look at Zhen Yi anymore, all stood in line, some rowing, some sailing, some were at the helm.

The neuropaths dressed in neat white clothes, lined up, sang songs, and happily “boated” to the grass.

This mental hospital is really different from what Zhen Yi imagined.

Zhen Yi followed the speech upstairs and came to a hall with white tables and white chairs, where patients read books and play chess. Everyone went to let the wind go, and only Wu Zhe was sitting in front of the easel and painting.

Zhen Yi whispered: "What is he sick?"

"Not yet identified."

"why?"

"His condition is poor and he can't do it. But from his current behavior, he has lost his memory of characters, and his memory of things is clues to feelings."

"So, only pain and fear?" Zhen Yi was a little sad. "He is also a suspect. Should the police have been here many times?"

"Well. He has been talking to himself, not a question and answer, but they still wrote down his" testimony "." Yan Ge said, disagreeing.

When Zhen Yi walked, Wu Zhe's artboard was empty, but there were a lot of painted manuscripts on the ground, only black and white. They were all strange and terrifying scenes. The movements of the people inside were distorted, and their expressions were horrified and ghostly.

Seen for half a month, he is still a handsome boy, but he is not the same. The original one, after the tragedy, encouraged Tang Shang to rush around to find a lawyer. Over the next four months, with amazing patience and tolerance, he resisted the stormy waves of the outside world and protected the little woman in his arms.

When Tang Shang was tormented by reality's cruelty and darkness, he would lose control and scream and curse; Zhen Yi would shake his face when he felt that he could not support it any longer; only him, he buried all the pain in his heart and gave Tang Shang Encourage encouragement and comfort, give Zhen Yi to help trust and gratitude.

The four months of purgatory fighting side by side, like a war of death for a century.

It was he who made Zhen Yi realize for the first time that even ordinary people can burst out with amazing and long-lasting power when their lives suddenly change.

But it was this man who was as strong as reinforced concrete, and suddenly collapsed after Tang Shang died.

She sat down in front of him: "Wu Zhe?"

Wu Zhe's eyes moved in a hollow and fell on her face, slowly focusing: "Lawyer Zhen."

Zhen Yi's heart slammed and couldn't tell how it felt, like a man who suddenly met a young comrade in his long life in his twilight years.

"I said goodbye to you last month and left you with my address." He looked like a normal person, but just felt the same.

"Xiao Shang went to buy ice cream and hasn't returned. You wait a while."

"Good." Zhen Yi nodded.

Yan Ge told her that Wu Zhe's memory after his injury was very short. He reshuffled his cards after a while and returned to the stage where he was waiting for Tang Shang to return home.

Then, he has been waiting.

"What are these?" Zhen Yi picked up the dark drawing paper on the ground.

"A girl's story."

It's a comic book. The girl killed four men. Looking at the figures of those people, they were like Tang Shang and Lin Ziyi.

Zhen Yi frowned slightly and saw the last one: "What are these round and flat things?"

"She castrated them." His tone was ordinary.

Male genitalia?

Zhen Yi's breathing was unsteady. She learned from the police that Lin Ziyi was indeed castrated, naked at the time of death, and her hands and feet were **** in large letters.

Bundle

Zhen Yi remembered the first time he saw Wu Zhe, the scars on his neck and wrists, the scars caused by binding. At that time, she felt faintly that in this tragedy, his heart hurt only to be deeper and more memorable than Tang Shang.

Can he kill in his current state? If it can, is he awake when killing? Moreover, the most critical question, can he freely come and go from here?

Thoughts were chaotic and noisy until Wu Zhe's tired voice sounded:

"Lawyer Zhen, I'm so tired."

"what?"

"I ran too long today and was tired."

"run?"

"Xiaoshang jumped upstairs, and I ran to the window to pick her up. I was tired."

"Have you caught it?" Zhen Yi didn't know whether he was talking about reality or fantasy, and could only follow him.

"Not yet. She jumped from the top of the 50th floor. I ran to the window of the 49th staircase and didn't catch it. So, she jumped again?"

"Rejump?"

"Well, as soon as she jumped, I hurried to pick her up. Every time, I picked up one floor lower than last time. Last week, I ran to the window of the stairwell on the 31st floor, but she was still with me. I missed my fingertips. Recently, I have been stuck on the 31st floor and I can only run there every time. "He said, anxiously, his hands began to grab on the drawing board irregularly," What should I do? Get off on the 31st floor If I do n’t go, what should I do? "

"But how do you know it's on the 31st floor?"

"There is a floor number next to the fire hydrant."

"How do you see the floor number behind the fire hydrant when you rush to the window?"

"mirror."

"what?"

"There is a mirror next to the window in the stairwell. I saw empty walls, door openings, and black figures from the mirror."

There was a gust of wind behind Zhen Yi, and I wonder what Wu Zhe's fantasy represented.

"Lawyer Zhen, are you here to pick me out?" He jumped in thought and suddenly became nervous.

"I"

"Everyone here wants to harm me, always give me medicine, and want to poison me."

"then you"

"Of course I didn't eat." He interrupted quickly and looked around. When he saw no one, he took out a dozen pills from the waist of the pants and stuffed them into Zhen Yi's hands.

Zhen Yi is like a thief, there is no way to take it over.

"But I don't speak, they can't see me without speaking." Wu Zhe said, "You should go too."

Zhen Yi couldn't understand it, and wanted to ask, but Wu Zhe withdrew his gaze. When she no longer existed, he held the painting and slowly returned to the room.

In the conversation just now, did Wu Zhe think she was his fantasy?

This idea made Zhen Yi's scalp numb.

There was no one in the hall, and he didn't even know where he was going. It was empty and daunting. She stood up and looked out over the grass. The patients were doing activities like a recitation contest or a singing contest.

Zhen Yi thought for a while and followed Wu Zhe's direction to see him enter the room. She asked the nurse on duty in the hallway and asked, "Will you take care of the patients here?"

"Yes."

"How about Wu Zhe?"

"I think it's good. I don't talk or make noise. We like good patients the most."

This is not very comfortable to hear, and Zhen Yi doesn't mind. After all, everyone wants their work to be smooth, and the interests of others are nothing more than goodwill past after their smooth sailing.

"Is the patient's room locked?"

"Depending on the condition."

Zhen Yi didn't ask much. There are many patients and few nurses. There is one missing. Can the nurse pay attention?

She thought about walking, and after a while, she found that she was walking in the wrong direction, with the floor-to-ceiling glass door closed in front. Just turned back, but saw the words. There is also a hall on the other side of the door. It is slightly smaller and the environment is clean and light.

Yan Ge and a man sat face to face, both in white. But one is the doctor's work clothes, and the other is the patient's medical service.

The man can only see the side face, clearly defined, should be a beautiful man.

Yan Kong is a very tall excuse. Zhen Yi couldn't move her foot again and looked around curiously.

The two seemed to be talking, and their words were neither lukewarm nor calm; the man's lips and lips smiled, and he looked comfortable.

Zhen Yi subconsciously pushed the falling door gently and locked it.

She was puzzled, and she had something to talk about with a mental patient, and her expression was so serious and serious. Think about his consistent attitude towards himself, and treat her like a talking air.

Zhen Yi was dissatisfied and suddenly had a whimsy, er, he was so light to her, would n’t it be that she was not good, but that the gender was wrong?

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