The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Feng Su went downstairs and hailed a taxi.

The driver is a local and likes to chat. But when he saw Feng Su's expression in the rearview mirror, he was so scared that he didn't dare to come out until the hospital entrance.

Feng Su walked to the lounge and kicked the door open, just in time to see Li Si on the sofa.

She threw the bag away and held up the feather duster.

The old professors all left, holding the completed questionnaires. Only the young doctor is still here, mainly responsible for keeping Li Si from running around.

Seeing Feng Su's aggressiveness, he stood up bravely and vowed to protect his thesis: "What are you going to do!"

Feng Su's face was stern, and he waved the feather duster, and there was a mournful sound of breaking wind in midair.

Seeing this, the young doctor sat back and said, "Call me anytime you need it."

Feng Su approached Li Si step by step. Li Si pretended that she couldn't sleep anymore, and got up abruptly, with a flattering smile: "Sister Susu."

Feng Su snorted, and took another step forward: "Stretch out your hand."

Li Si flipped to the back of the sofa, only showing above the eyes: "I was wrong!"

Sister Susu sneered, counting Li Si's crimes: "You even know you are wrong. Last time I ran to Korea without making a sound, I endured it, but this time I played missing again."

"Why, I'm not a part of the family? Do you want to keep everything from me?"

Li Si didn't dare to speak, knowing that any word now might arouse Feng Su's anger.

He was pushed to the corner by Feng Su, and he drew the curtain to cover himself. After thinking about it, this was too deceitful, and ran behind the young doctor again.

The young doctor looked at him in horror.

Li Si reminds: "Thesis! Think about your NEJM thesis, think about your professorship..."

The young doctor was limp after being fooled, and his expression gradually became firm.

Unexpectedly, Feng Su spoke suddenly, her eyes were red, and her voice was crying: "Do you not think of me as your sister anymore?"

Li Si was shocked and ran over quickly, but Feng Suyi raised his hand and grabbed her wrist.

Feng Su wiped his face, expressionless: "I don't hit too many, just twenty."

soon.

Li Si clutched her palms and sighed, peeking at Feng Su's reaction from the corner of her eye.

After Feng Su finished typing, she sat on the sofa with her arms folded. In fact, she was also worried that she was too ruthless, so she secretly looked at Li Si.

As soon as their eyes met, the two quickly turned their heads.

The young doctor looked left and right, felt that it was a bit inappropriate to stay here, so he left.

Only Feng Su and Li Si were left in the lounge, Feng Su sighed, her eyes softened a lot: "You have a lot of things to hide from me."

Li Si's heart skipped a beat when he said this.

"But you are so old, I won't be an annoying sister."

Feng Su changed her posture, laying on her back on the sofa, her soft short hair spread out all around: "When it's time to tell me, you will naturally say it, right?"

Li Si nodded silently, Feng Su smiled: "That's fine."

She switched to the next topic: "In the future, you are not allowed to sneak out, and you must report to me wherever you go."

Li Si scratched her head, Miss Susu, don't you feel a little inconsistent?

Feng Su is still thinking about the future: "I have to go home before 10:30 every night, I'm not allowed to order takeout, I'm not allowed to drink Coke, I only eat healthy food, and I'm not allowed to watch my phone for more than two hours..."

Li Si listened and couldn't help interrupting her: "But Sister Susu, I won't be able to live at home for the next few months."

Feng Su still doesn't know the details of the case, but only knows that Li Si may be involved in a crime.

She frowned, and heard Li Si seriously say that she doesn't need to go to a prison cell, but a few months in a mental hospital is inevitable.

After listening, Sister Su Su rubbed her eyebrows: "Are you schizophrenic?"

Li Si hasn't checked whether there is a bug in the room yet, so he dare not speak directly, and can only be vague: "Anyway, the diagnosis is like this."

Feng Sub was calmer than he imagined.

She looked up. Thoughtful, then asked: "Are you sure which mental hospital it is?"

Li Si shook his head, Feng Su stood up: "That's fine."

At this time, he still didn't know the meaning of Feng Su's words.

Sister Susu went out after she finished speaking, and said, "Call me if you need anything."

Dozens of days passed.

Li Si won the exemption of sentence based on the medical certificate, but the price is that he needs to go to a mental hospital for treatment.

Several prosecutors were very disappointed when they heard that he, a serious criminal, could not be prosecuted.

The court-appointed mental hospital is not in this city, but in a small town with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Li Si was taken to the interior of the mental hospital, and found that instead of calling it a hospital, it was more appropriate to call it a nursing home.

He had to meet the dean first, and as soon as he entered the dean's room, Li Si immediately had the urge to cover his face.

Because Sister Su Su was sitting there waiting for him.

"No way." Li Si had a guess. Although it was a little unbelievable, Sister Susu was the one who would do that kind of thing.

Sure enough, Sister Su Su smiled happily: "I told the board of directors of the hospital that I will take care of you while you are here."

She stood up from the office chair, and Li Si noticed that Feng Su had even changed into a white coat: "Access control, no junk food, only what I prepared, no coke..."

Sister Su Su looked very proud: "This is your punishment."

...

Life in a mental hospital is very boring.

With Sister Susu in charge, it was even more boring.

Li Si was placed in a separate ward, which was called a ward, but it was no different from an ordinary hotel room. He accidentally learned that this place was actually a sanatorium for the rich ten years ago, and it was later converted into a mental hospital.

His daily activity time is strictly controlled, and he can only sneak out over the wall at night when everyone is asleep.

But by that time, all stores were closed.

The few food stalls that are still open are definitely not as good as Feng Su's craftsmanship.

During the long wait, Li Si started to write in his diary.

[Day 1: Boring]

[Day 2: Boring]

[Day 3: Sister Susu brought a bunch of potato chips]

[Day 4: I'm done eating potato chips, I'm bored]

Finally on the fifth day, Li Si couldn't take it anymore and decided to find something to do for herself.

Since I can't even have a good time with my mobile phone, I can always write a book, right?

He rushed into the dean's room and asked Feng Su to bring a notebook and pen.

Feng Su moved a thick stack of notebooks and stayed in the ward curiously, wanting to see what Li Si was going to write.

Li Si sat at the desk and pondered for a long time, and finally started to write the first line.

"A Study in Blood"

Feng Su stood aside, looking at Li Si as if she didn't need to think at all, and wrote down in a hurry.

The pages were filled with black square characters. Gradually, she was fascinated by it, and sat down involuntarily.

This story is different from any kind of genre that is popular now.

An army medic named Watson befriends a detective named Sherlock Holmes, and they encounter a gruesome murder and begin to investigate.

What fascinated Feng Su the most was the ability displayed by Holmes.

As the book says, an observant person can infer the existence of an entire waterfall from a drop of water.

When Li Si put down the last stroke and stretched, Feng Su was very dissatisfied: "Why didn't you finish writing? I still want to know who the murderer is."

"The murderer is the coachman." Li Si said.

Feng Su was stunned, tongue-tied, and took a while to recover: "You don't want to eat a piece of potato chips in the next month."

Li Si hurriedly begged for mercy: "Don't, don't, this is the first case. There are many more to follow, so I'll write them out for you."

That's about the same, Feng Su put away Li Si's manuscript carefully, and then asked: "What's the name of this work? Is it "A Study in Scarlet Letters"?"

Li Si didn't hesitate at all.

"No, it's called Sherlock Holmes."