Global Manhunt: If I let you flee, how can you solve the case?

Chapter 130: The result of the questioning! A call from Su Chen!

The doctor in charge said that this man, apart from having convulsions every day, would repeat this action on the bed... Qin Ming glanced at the head of Zhao Qingquan's bed.

The note on it clearly said "dissociative conversion disorder", which is commonly known as hysteria.

The medical history is 18 years.

"Let me tell you."

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Bai Su patted Qin Ming's shoulder.

She didn't see many patients with this kind of repetitive behavior, but her expertise had some overlap.

Since Zhao Qingquan's memory stayed when his daughter was still alive, then he would start from here and slowly guide out his other memories.

Bai Su walked to the bedside, followed Zhao Qingquan, and chatted with him:

"Your daughter is in college, and there are evening self-study classes in college. She came back so late."

"Yes, yes..."

When Zhao Qingquan mentioned his daughter, his eyes obviously regained some spirit. He seemed to be happy to talk about this topic, and said with a smile:

"She is in Jinling University, you know, she studied architecture, this major has a lot of classes, she is a very hardworking child... What time is it now? Should she come back? Why hasn't she come back yet? How long have I waited for her???"

Zhao Qingquan suddenly frowned, breathing rapidly, his body trembled, and he kept repeating questions.

Bai Su knew that this was a state of psychological balance being broken. He might have recalled something, and under the stimulation of these memories, he was about to get sick!

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao! Your pot is boiling!"

Bai Su quickly diverted the other party's attention to prevent Zhao Qingquan from having a spasm. If he rolled his eyes and twitched, he would be busy.

Sure enough, Zhao Qingquan stopped trembling after hearing Bai Su's words, lowered his head and exclaimed "Ah".

He quickly pulled the spoon out of the pot, scooped a spoonful of non-existent water from a non-existent faucet in the air, and sprinkled it into the pot.

"Huh, thank you, thank you, girl, I'm really old, my reaction is half a beat slower."

Zhao Qingquan let out a long breath.

Bai Su took the opportunity to pick up the previous words and said:

"Uncle Zhao, you don't have to worry, your daughter is very good, Jinling University is a very good university, the schoolwork is very heavy, maybe she will come back later after studying."

"It's common, it's common, it's good for her to stay in school for a while, there are young people everywhere, and I'm the only middle-aged man at home, hahaha..."

Zhao Qingquan was obviously very pleased with Bai Su's compliments, relaxed, and chatted jokingly.

Suddenly, he was stunned, as if he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said:

"Oh, oh, I remember, she will be back later tonight, her friend wants to see her for something, she told me, I have been studying all day today, I forgot."

"Friend?"

Bai Su was stunned for a moment, this is a new message, she wanted the other party to continue talking.

Generally speaking, there is a skill in this kind of conversation, that is, simply repeat the key content of the other party's words without adding any of your own words, Bai Su did this, guiding the man to continue to recall.

"A senior sister in their music club, my daughter heard that the girl is a psychology major."

Zhao Qingquan said:

"Well, I asked her to participate in more activities and communicate with people of the same age. Now this girl is listening to a kind of heavy metal music, which should be from the senior sister. It's good for young people to accept more new things, although this thing is quite noisy."

Bai Su's eyes calmed down.

She can now basically infer that Zhao Qingquan's memory is stuck in the days when her daughter was killed.

It may even be the night of the murder.

The senior sister who majored in psychology mentioned above might be the real murderer of the Jinling University dismemberment case who was arrested a few days ago.

She glanced at her colleagues in the special case team behind her. Qin Ming and Wang Yanxing were holding recorders and recording the content of the conversation in a notebook.

Deputy Director Lu Ping and others were discussing in a low voice with copies of the files of the Bai Jin case and the Jinling University dismemberment case.

Bai Su turned around and continued to ask questions:

"I have only listened to one or two heavy metal songs. It is indeed too noisy. This kind of music is not suitable for me. You said that your research work is at home at night, which will also be affected."

"It is a little bit, but my girl understands politeness. I know she is deliberately disturbing me and wants me to put down my work and communicate with her more, hehe..."

Zhao Qingquan's face showed a slight apology.

Then, he sighed and whispered:

"I have never told my family about the specific project I am researching. They think I am a historian, but in fact, my work should be called battlefield textual research and restoration."

"This is the most complicated kind of research. Textual research and restoration of turbulent battlefields is not like investigating cases in a peaceful society. It has too many unknowns and too many interferences. However, I will soon be able to produce some results."

As he said this, Zhao Qingquan smiled mysteriously and took out two or several wrinkled papers from the pocket of his loose hospital gown.

The paper was very small, and the handwriting on it was almost worn out.

Bai Su took a closer look and found that they were two boat tickets from more than ten years ago. I am afraid they are old enough to be collected.

Zhao Qingquan glanced at Bai Su, then carefully stuffed the two pieces of paper back, his voice full of expectation:

"When my project ends this month, I will take my daughter to travel to the Longxi Plateau. She has wanted to go there since she was a child."

"But I'm a little worried. It's strange. A few days ago, a man from Longguo from the United States wanted to spend a lot of money to buy my research paper. I refused because it is a confidential document."

"At that time, I knew that there were probably many thoughtful people coveting my research... I hope it can end smoothly and not cause any accidents and delay the trip."

In other words, just before Mr. Zhao's daughter was killed, a mysterious man wanted to buy Mr. Zhao's research paper... This is new information, but what does it have to do with the Platinum Case?

Or is it that this matter itself has nothing to do with the case?

Bai Su thought for a while, and she felt that although she had obtained some information, her mind was even more confused, and she still didn't have a thread to tie these things together.

She continued to chat with Zhao Qingquan, hoping to get more information, but the other person could only say a few words.

After all, allowing a mentally ill person to communicate normally is already a luxury.

Finally, after a relatively radical test by Bai Su, Zhao Qingquan fell into a long period of sluggishness.

"Mr. Zhao, are you okay?"

Bai Su waited for a while and quickly pressed the button to call the nurse.

Zhao Qingquan, who was on the hospital bed, suddenly trembled, looked at Bai Su, and said:

"By the way, who are you? Why are you talking to me... No, how did you get into my house?!"

Bai Su was startled, knowing that something was wrong again, so she quickly spoke again, wanting to interrupt:

"Mr. Zhao, you..."

"Who are these people?! How did they get in?!"

Zhao Qingquan didn't wait for Bai Su to finish speaking. He suddenly stood up from the bed, waved his rice spoon at Lu Ping and others, and shouted loudly!

"Get out, get out! Are you spies? Are you coming to steal my research? Get out! Get out!"

At this time, the door to the ward was opened, and two nurses and two doctors hurriedly walked in, trying to hold him down.

The other person had already prepared a sedative.

Zhao Qingquan resisted desperately, kicked his limbs wildly, and shouted hysterically:

"These are not my clothes!"

"Where is this? This is not my home! Where am I? What time is it now? My daughter! My daughter..."

Seeing that he was starting to lose control, the doctors and nurses rushed forward and held down his hands and feet with all their strength!

"Quick, hold his mouth, don't let him bite off his tongue!"

"Tranquilizer! Injection!"

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"Comrade police, we may not be able to continue questioning today."

A nurse came over and said to Bai Su and others.

The members of the task force nodded and quickly exited the ward.

In the hospital corridor.

"The problem is that we don't know whether the information he said is directly related to the murderer of the Platinum case."

Deputy Director Lu Ping said.

“Ask a person who went crazy eighteen years ago, and you’re naturally unlikely to get the same information as today.”

Qin Ming sighed:

"We hope to get the latest clues about the murderer of the Platinum case, but the time has to be before he commits another crime nearly 40 years ago. This is actually a bit contradictory."

"Dudududu!"

While several people were discussing, a bell suddenly rang.

"be mine."

Wang Yanxing put his hand into his jacket pocket, took out his cell phone and took a look, and found that an unfamiliar number was displayed on it.

He frowned, hung up the phone, and continued discussing with other members of the task force:

"We haven't received any news of the murderer committing the crime now, or if we go through the old files and find something new, we might get some information without the murderer taking action... Dudududu!"

Halfway through Wang Yanxing's words, the cell phone in his pocket rang again at an inappropriate time.

Exactly the same number.

He couldn't help but feel strange. He walked aside, pressed the answer button, and asked:

"Hello?"

On the other end of the phone, there was a rustling sound, as if the signal was not very stable.

Wang Yanxing waited for a few seconds, when he thought it was a harassing call and was about to hang up.

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang from the phone.

"I'm Su Chen."

Suchen? !

Wang Yanxing's hand holding the phone clenched tightly!