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There is more rain in the Imperial City this year than in previous years. In early May, the sky was unexpectedly blue. The rain was as fine as the river's south, and the cherry blossoms in the yard fell to the ground.

After making a pot of tea, Zhen Yi held a tablet and sat on a wicker chair in front of a wooden window.

She has an apartment, but whenever she encounters difficult things, she is used to coming to grandpa's small building, or listening to grandpa's wisdom, or just sitting quietly in the green world of the school, away from the hustle and bustle.

Today, Zhangsao took her grandfather to the medical examination, and she was the only one.

She browsed the "words" from Google and was a little surprised. Along with the index, various nouns have appeared to upset and reorganize: personality, treatment, mental, medical, neurological, clinical, counseling, physiology, hypnosis.

She couldn't fully understand.

And it is strange that there are many indexes on the Internet, but there is no official information.

There is a Wikipedia, but the tone is very folk, with a looking up and subjective attitude to describe how he is talented, saying that his teenager is determined to be a brain surgeon, go to aesthetic medicine, study neuromedicine, supplement minor philosophy, and do all his homework. ; Also said that philosophy made him rethink his life and decided to explore human subconsciousness like Freud and explore the mysterious bond between physiology and psychology;

He also said that benefiting from his excellent medical foundation, he studied the relationship between nerve and spirit, psychology and behavior from a dual perspective of physiology and psychology, and made great achievements in hypnotic psychotherapy.

After reading a whole piece of lame Chinese English and the logic of being shitless, Zhen Yi was very speechless: Is this writing a novel? She actually saw a bunch of funny stories about him, not his character at all.

Zhen Yi thought, this is really an era where everyone controls the encyclopedia.

The old-fashioned telephone jingled.

She slipped on her slippers, got up from the wicker chair, held the tablet in her hand, took the phone, and tilted her head to her ear, and said loosely, "Hello?"

There seemed to be a little surprise there. After a pause, his voice was very soft: "Zhen Yi?"

Her heart pounded, perhaps because of the phone, his voice was very soft and soft, and said her name.

Outside the wooden window, a clear wind blew past the cherry treetops.

She is not too salty: "Look for my grandpa?"

"Yes, I made an appointment with Professor Zhen at three o'clock. I wonder if the professor is at home?"

Zhen Yi frowned, Grandpa never agreed, why did you forget this time?

"Yes." She lied quickly, without thinking.

"Thank you." He had no doubt and hung up the phone.

At the police station that day he sent her an accident, she should at least ask him to drink a cup of tea in return.

Zhen Yi opened the window with a wooden edge, moved the tea set in Grandpa's study to the window, and changed the water in the teapot to re-burn. Arrange everything, and the floor clock points to 2:50.

The water in the boiler boiled up slowly and slowly, and there was fragrance after the rain in the yard.

She sat in a wicker chair and waited, opened the tablet, turned off all pages related to "Speech", and opened a folder named "Lin Ziyi VS Tang Shang".

From the police station that day, Zhen Yi scolded Song Yi. It was precisely because of her concealment that they were caught off guard in front of their words. Zhen Yi warned her that she couldn't give it all away, so she simply broke up.

Now, Song Yi has not come to confess to Zhen Yi, but she did not say to change lawyers. Zhen Yi believes that Song Yi will return soon. So she should be familiar with the case as soon as possible in order to cope with the next round of police interrogation.

She guessed that there were not many clues from the police, otherwise she would not always hold Song Yi without evidence. The environment of entertainment venues is complex, and how many people enter and exit, the forensic staff estimates that no clues can be found.

But for this lie test, Song Yi broke the news and her suspicion index skyrocketed.

Although Zhen Yi did not know the details of Lin Ziyi's death, she intuitively believed that it was related to the lawsuit that ended.

The direct contacts related to the case of Lin Ziyi VS Tang Shang are: 3 accomplices in gang **** cases (respectively named Xiao Xiang, Li Xuan and Sun Ming), Tang Shang ’s boyfriend Wu Zhe, sister Tang Yu, Tang Shang ’s parents , And the parents of others.

The three high-ranking children, Zhen Yi, could not get in touch. Therefore, the first step should be to start with Tang Zhang's boyfriend Wu Zhe, but Wu Zhe's current location is that place where she can't go, she can only start with words.

The pendulum knocked "boom", and a powerful voice echoed in the small building. Zhen Yi recovered, three o'clock. The bell fell, and there was a "squeak" melodiously outside the window. Someone pushed open the wet fence gate of the yard.

Zhen Yi probe to see.

Yange entered the yard and stood by the fence, wiping his hand with a handkerchief. The followers with black umbrellas stood in the alley, and the other end of the wooden fence did not follow.

There was still rain in the sky, flying towards him. He wore a navy windbreaker, the collar of the collar stood upright, and he looked more upright.

He wiped his hands and walked to the small building.

Zhen Yi got up to open the door. The moment he opened the door, he just walked up the stone steps to the door. Encountered head-on, Zhen Yi was immediately enveloped by his tall figure.

The two were too close. Looking at each other for half a second, Zhen Yi flashed awkwardly: "Please come in."

"Thank you." Today, he didn't wear glasses, and his temperament returned to a light and clear.

He lowered his head and sat in the porch to change his shoes. He raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on a pair of black whitish cotton slippers, which were Grandpa Zhen's shoes.

Zhen Yi sighed badly.

He raised his head and greeted her silently, his eyes pale, and he could not even see the meaning of questioning.

Zhen Yi smiled generously, showing white teeth: "Grandpa is out, you drink tea and so on." If I asked you to drink tea, he might turn around and go, or lie.

"Uh." He put on his slippers and got up into the room. She didn't seem to have changed much, she never blushed when lying, and she always smiled and smiled, and she was sincere and frank.

Yange loosened the button of a trench coat and sat straight up to the window. Zhen Yi felt opposite him. A ganoderma-shaped sandalwood tea tray is placed on the wooden rattan table. Tea, tea sorting, tea sorting, tea making, tea tasting, and washing tea sets are all available.

"I heard that you are very particular and don't drink tea easily." She lowered her eyes, her hands slender, and teaspooned the tea leaves into the tea drain.

The phrase "listening and hearing" is a bit rusty, and where is listening and speaking? Clearly is insight.

He was undecided.

Their family has too many rules. Since childhood, they have studied rituals and rituals. Zhong Mingding ’s tradition and style have been inherited into the bones. There is always an outdated stereotype in the world.

He didn't talk to her, nor did he explain his eccentricity. For her, he should be boring.

He did n’t answer, and she did n’t mind;

After sitting for a long time, he still walked away and said, "I haven't had time to ask, are you okay?"

"Very good." She answered quickly.

It's speechless again.

He waited for a while,

"Don't ask me?"

"If you are well, then that's enough?" She didn't know whether it was playful or something.

He didn't think much, and she just smiled; greetings like this is really not for him.

The water in the jade book was boiled, the smoke was smoky, and lay between the two of them. After the rain, the wind blew away. The scent of cherry blossoms and green leaves in the courtyard, mixed with the freshness of the rain, spread from the window edge.

"When did you learn?" Yan Ge asked.

She is too lively and lively. In the impression, she couldn't stand any static things, but only him.

"I learned with my grandpa after I came to the imperial city. But I don't like to drink tea. The tea is more expensive and more soaked. I don't like it. Because of this, I don't care, and I don't learn well." Smile.

She lowered her head slightly and grinned at the corners of her lips, as if contented with something she didn't like but didn't hate.

Making tea, pouring tea, distilling tea, and separating tea, she made it like a cloud of water, and finally took a small cup of crystal clear amber and put it in front of him.

"It's not a good study." From his perspective, she was far from enough, but he still held the small tea cup in his palm and sipped slowly.

She smiled unintentionally, revealing a dimple that was not deep, and poured boiled white water into a porcelain cup for herself.

The afternoon of the school was quiet, and the two-story red brick building was more peaceful.

Words are always a quiet person to the extreme, drinking tea silently. Unlike Zhen Yi, she always exaggerates the sound of drinking water exaggeratedly.

The aroma of tea in the room was pervasive, and outside the window, there was a faint ringing of the school after school, far, slowly and briefly.

Zhen Yi put down her teacup, and the porcelain and wood knocked out softly: "I have seen it several times, and I haven't figured out your occupation."

"It's hard to say a word." Still the same sentence, as if he didn't have a little bit to let others understand his desires.

"Si Gui said, are you research-oriented?"

"Ok."

"Clinical nerve, psychotherapy?"

"Ok."

"Then, should it be a doctor? But it's different from what is usually understood, is it the doctor who does the research?"

"Uh." He took a sip of tea.

Zhen Yi turned her little teacup and thought carefully that the esoteric research topics listed in Wikipedia could not be summarized in terms of doctors: "Well, it should be a scientist."

"Doctor." He was restrained in his bones.

The little cherry blossom petals floated out of the window and fell into the elegant teacup, with a slight ripple. His sitting posture has always been straight and straight, his back like a ruler, his eyes drooping, staring at the petals, his tone slowly: "What do you want to ask?"

"Teacher Yan, did you know about Song Yi from the beginning? She knew the murderer and she had an unbearable past."

"do not know."

"Inferred halfway? What can I do?" Her eyes were shining brightly. "When criminal lawyers are doing cross-examination, they need to understand the lies of the other's witnesses and the logic skills of interrogation. I want to learn."

"You don't do this kind of work, I won't teach you."

"Oh, now your morals restrain you. When you revealed Song Yi's humiliating privacy yesterday, don't you think it's inappropriate?" Her voice was soft, but the meaning of mocking was obvious.

With a deep black eye, she quietly looked at her for half a second, and Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Trueness will never be inappropriate."

"Well, the teacher started talking about philosophy." Zhen Yi raised her eyebrows slightly, smiling. Seeing the petals in his teacup, he rewarmed him with a cup of tea and held it in both hands.

Yange took the tea and did not answer.

Zhen Yi looked at him with her cheek and reminded her “in good faith”: “Because of you, she became a suspect. Have you ever thought about it because of pressure from all sides, the police are eager to get results, not the truth? I have seen a lot. The relationship behind this case is complicated. Can you guarantee that she will not be 'killed by the murderer'? "

"No." He looked at her, "So?"

"I'm really worried that this will affect Teacher Yan's reputation!" She frowned when she said this, and looked at him with great care. She sighed anxiously, "If I go to the truth, in fact It is also good for you. Teacher Yan should provide me with convenience. "

He took a sip of tea slowly: "You said so, it seems that you really can't refuse."

"That was agreed?" She restrained her joy and smiled modestly, like a negotiation expert.

"If it is the internal information of the police, no." He will not do anything contrary to the principle.

"No." Zhen Yi handed him a card very diligently, that is the address where Wu Zhe lives now, the first psychiatric hospital in Dicheng. The expression glanced and nodded.

"Thank you." Zhen Yi grinned. She can't go, but if the doctor's permission is given, the situation will be different.

The style asked: "Don't you think it's inappropriate to lie test?"

Zhen Yi was seen through by him, and he was not sophistry. He admitted generously: "Well."

He put down the cup steadily, and also handed her a business card, buttoned the trench coat button, and got up: "It's okay, I'm going."

"Eh." Zhen Yiying said. Putting away the business card, I suddenly felt wrong, "Well, don't you wait for my grandpa?"

"Wait to get it?" He said lightly, without looking back.

When Zhen Yi blushed, he saw that she had lied when he entered the door. Just now, but he went into the house without tearing down to drink tea, and responded to her request.

why?

"Thank you." She shouted at him.

At that time, Yange just pushed the door open, and the wind after the rain came in through the door slit, blowing up his trench coat and flying. Hearing that he did not stay, opened the door and left.

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