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When Wang Hui heard what Uncle Wang said, she cried as a mother. Uncle Wang comforted her in a good voice. Wang Hui persuaded, yelled, and finally couldn't help scolding, but Uncle Wang still looked good-tempered and said that Aunt Wang would be back to cook soon. Wang Hui couldn't bear it, and finally knelt down and begged Uncle Wang, and asked her children to cry too. Uncle Wang finally changed his mind.

"Later, I talked about my mother reluctantly. I don't know if he was putting on a show in front of us, pretending that my mother was missing, or if he was really sober." Wang Hui broke down in tears.

"We will talk to your father and see how he is doing." Zheng Xinxin said, and then asked, "So what kind of person is your father?"

"He is very honest and has a good temper. He has never hit me or scolded me. He has always pampered me. My grandma favors boys over girls and is very bad to me and my mother. He protected us and was even spanked by grandma. ." Wang Hui sighed, "He and my mother have a very good relationship. They have never had a quarrel since they met, let alone a quarrel. They have never had an argument. He knows what my mother means with just one look from her. Raise your hand, my mother also knows what he is going to do."

Wang Hui's voice choked up, "I never thought that my father could be such a stubborn person. He just accepted death and thought that my mother would definitely come back."

"Don't be sad, we will enlighten your father." Zheng Xinxin comforted.

"Yes, Xiaohui, you have to hold still, so as to ensure that your father can overcome his grief." He Juan took out a tissue and gave it to Wang Hui.

Wang Hui nodded vigorously.

We made an appointment to go to Uncle Wang's house tomorrow and let He Juan and Zheng Xinxin provide psychological counseling to Uncle Wang. Guo Yujie and I naturally went together.

On the way there, I asked two psychiatrists how sure they were. Yesterday, because Wang Hui was here, they all spoke in a positive tone, giving Wang Hui confidence. Now when I ask, they all shake their heads.

"I haven't met Uncle Wang yet, so I can't tell clearly. Sometimes family members don't recognize the patient's condition clearly at all, and there will be deviations in their descriptions."

When we arrived at Uncle Wang's house, Wang Hui opened the door for us, and our noses were still a little red.

When I stepped into the door, I paused in my steps, as if I felt something strange.

"What are you doing blocking the door?" Guo Yujie pushed me.

I stumbled in, almost falling upside down, and broke into a cold sweat, which dispelled the strange feeling.

Wang Hui quickly helped me, "Are you okay? Did you fall?"

"No, it's okay." I smiled and turned back to glare at Guo Yujie.

Guo Yujie stuck out her tongue and bowed to me apologetically.

When Uncle Wang saw us, he opened his mouth and asked, "How is the investigation going? Have you found my wife?"

"We are investigating. Don't worry, Uncle Wang. We will notify you as soon as there is news." Guo Yujie replied.

He Juan and Zheng Xinxin entered the house without being in a hurry to speak. They looked around the house first.

There are a lot of things in the house, just like the homes of many elderly people. They are reluctant to throw away anything. They keep this and put away that, accumulating more and more. In the one-bedroom and two-living house, only one bedroom door is closed, and the other one is open. It can be seen that it is a spare room, and Wang Hui's luggage bag is also placed. She should have stayed here yesterday.

He Juan and Zheng Xinxin probably wanted to deduce Uncle Wang's character from the situation in the house. But after I glanced at it, my eyes fell on the closed bedroom door.

The door seemed to be closed the last time I came here.

People who live alone rarely close the door to their home because there is only one person living there and there is no need to close the door to protect privacy. Did you close the door because we arrived?

After Zheng Xinxin finished observing, she became concerned about Uncle Wang's recent life and slowly introduced the topic.

I listened absentmindedly and always felt that this room gave me an uncomfortable feeling. It is said that when people get old, they will emit an old and aging smell. Only young people can smell it, and they don't know whether it is true or not. It didn't seem like this last time. I looked at Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang's appearance has not changed from before. He smiles when he doesn't talk about Aunt Wang. When he talks about Aunt Wang, he changes into a different person, like a naughty child who won't give up until he achieves his goal.

Zheng Xinxin and He Juan both frowned slightly, seeming troubled.

"Have you found Ye Qing's gang of young people?" Uncle Wang suddenly asked me.

I was startled and shook my head, "No, I haven't found them yet."

Uncle Wang was disappointed, "That's it."

"They..." I opened my mouth, wanting to say that they might be dead, but it was not convenient to say this in front of so many people. "If I find them, I will tell you."

"That's great." Uncle Wang smiled, showing his white dentures.

After sitting for a long time, He Juan and Zheng Xinxin said goodbye, and Wang Hui saw us out.

"How is it?" Wang Hui closed the door and asked the two of them impatiently in the corridor.

The two looked at each other and exchanged opinions.

"Our view is that your father has clearly understood what happened to your mother." Zheng Xinxin said.

Wang Hui was a little confused, "Then he is now..."

"Intellectually, I have recognized the reality, but emotionally I am unwilling to admit it. This is the case for many patients who have lost their loved ones. To put it simply, they are deceiving themselves." Zheng Xinxin sighed.

"This requires long-term psychological counseling. Xiaohui, don't worry, your father is not suffering from a serious mental illness, he will be fine," He Juan said.

Wang Hui breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll trouble you. I...I don't even know how to thank you."

"You are Welcome."

The two of them made an appointment with Wang Hui for a visit later, and the four of us left.

I asked the two of them: "How long will this kind of counseling take?"

Zheng Xinxin glanced at me sideways and said, "Don't worry, things will get better before your demolition work officially starts."

I was stared at with disdain by Zheng Xinxin and Guo Yujie, and I really felt wronged. I didn't mean that at all, it was just a casual question.

He Juan, who was older than us, smiled and smoothed things over, "It would be a good thing for everyone if Uncle Wang gets well soon."

When we arrived at the gate of the community, the two people separated from us.

Guo Yujie pulled me, and I fell on top of her. Fortunately, I had a good waist and stopped the car in a twisted posture, still a few centimeters away from her vagina. Otherwise, if you eat her tofu, she will reflexively pour it on the ground, and you will go directly to the hospital to see an orthopedic surgeon. The gain outweighs the loss - don't ask me how I know she has this kind of reflex action.

"What are you doing?" I rubbed my arm that was almost dislocated by her pull.

"Let's walk through that small street." Guo Yujie said.

I was stunned, "What?"

"Maybe we can find some clues." Guo Yujie was not joking with me.

"The police didn't find it, how can we find it?"

I didn't believe that either of us had the talent to be detectives, but it was just a matter of going through it all. Guo Yujie insisted, so I followed.

That small street is between the Third and Fourth Villages of Workers and Peasants, and connects the Fifth and Sixth Villages of Workers and Peasants. The main road is called Jintian Road, but except for the residents of these four communities, no one will go here. Kam Tin Road is very narrow, a one-way street. Who wants to squat here for two days without even seeing a car. On both sides of the road are the community activity centers of Sancun and Sicun, which have been rented out and have small shops such as canteens.

Two years later, a camera was installed at this intersection, but other than that, nothing has changed.