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Zhou Suihuai walked away with his head down.

The people in the car didn't try to dissuade them, they just turned on the lights to illuminate the road ahead.

Zhou Suihuai walked for two hours in the ice and snow.

When I walked to the door of the house, my hands and feet were stiff. I stiffened my neck and looked up at the house opposite. The lights in Bian Zhi's room had been dimmed.

Zhou Suihuai was a little depressed, wrapped in the cold, and walked home.

And at this moment Bian Zhi——

She didn't come home.

The car turned and merged into the traffic flow, staring intently at the road ahead.

after an hour.

The car followed the winding road and finally stopped.

The sign at the door was dilapidated, and there were overgrown weeds outside the yard. Late at night, you could still hear the whining and incoherent screams of the mental patients inside.

Bian Zhi opened the door and got out of the car.

Knocking on the door, the security guard who was over fifty years old answered sleepily inside, opened the window with a "clatter", and then dimmed the light inside, allowing him to clearly see the people outside.

"Miss Bian, here you go."

"Ah."

"Wait a minute, I'll come out and open the door for you." The security guard came out wearing a coat and breathing in the heat. "It's such a cold day and it's snowing. Isn't it hard to walk on the road?"

Bian Zhi: "It's not in the way."

The door of the mental hospital was in disrepair and could not be opened in the snow. The security guard pulled hard several times, but it could not be opened. Finally, Lin Ling asked people to step back and fell to the ground with "Bang!"

There was a loud "crash" sound.

Without even looking at the ground, Bian Zhi nodded to the person at the door and went in.

Bian Zhi was in a bad mood every time he came here. The security guard pointed at Bian Zhi's figure as he entered the door, "Look at it today, are you in a worse mood?"

Lin Ling nodded, "We will arrange for someone to install the door for you later. You can go and rest."

The security guard responded and entered.

In the late night of winter, the unstable windows whirred, and in the cold corridor, the scattered branches tossed by the wind outside were projected onto the mottled walls with the wind.

The dim lights swayed with the cold wind, making a creaking sound.

Bian Zhi walked up step by step, and the suppressed and painful cries of the patients kept coming to his ears.

The footsteps stopped outside a damp and dark room.

There is a small window above each door here. Looking in from the outside, one can clearly see the condition of the patients inside.

There was a musty smell in the cold, damp air.

There is a man and a woman living at the door of the room where Bian Zhi is standing. They have been sent here for nearly two years. The man has gone crazy, and the woman——

All day long, whenever I had the strength, I would curse.

"They are not good things! How dare you send me to such a ghost place! Don't let me out, let me out, I will kill you!"

"Bian Zhi, aren't you very powerful? Zhou Suihuai was injured by my acupuncture, and he will die soon!"

"No matter how powerful you are, you can't save the one you love! Haha, it must be very painful to watch your lover's life passing by in front of your eyes!"

"Bian Zhi, you won't be proud for long! Wait until I get out and see how I ruin your reputation! You will have to die a good death!"

"..."

Bian Zhi stood at the door, listening to the words inside, his eyes growing colder.

The people inside got tired of scolding, rested for a while, and started to change people.

"Liu Yun! You bastard! You haven't come to see me for so long!"

"I won't come to see your man either!"

"I don't know who I'm fooling around with outside! I thought I was so innocent! Hahaha - I don't know how many times I've been slept with by the second-rate guys on the street, you bastard!"

"Ah! God doesn't have eyes, God! You see, your believers are suffering here! God, please open your eyes and let me get out of here!"

"..."

The curses were intermittent in the ice and snow.

Bian Zhi stood at the door all night.

Wang Chunhong and Wang Kai have been imprisoned here since Zhou Suihuai lost his memory. Every time Bian Zhi comes here, he will think about how wonderful it would be if Wang Chunhong hadn't attacked Zhou Suihuai in the first place.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

Therefore, every time Bian Zhi is in a bad mood, he comes here.

He listened to Wang Chunhong's bastard words in silence like a masochist, and in the middle of the night, he blamed himself over and over again.

She always felt that she failed to protect Zhou Suihuai.

She was once determined to be with him because she felt that she could guarantee his safety, but now -

It was her fault.

In the dark night, dark thoughts and murderous thoughts fermented silently in my heart.

Gu Yan brought someone to install the door, stood beside Lin Ling, looked at Bian Zhi from a distance, and then said to Lin Ling beside him: "Isn't this torture?" No matter how many times he looked at it, Gu Yan was still confused Still feeling inappropriate, "How about calling the boss back?"

Lin Ling didn't even look at Gu Yan, and said in a cold tone, "You can do it, go ahead, I can't."

Gu Yan: "..." OK, I've already left.

It snowed outside all day long.

The breeze in the corridor of the hospital was frighteningly cold. Bian Zhi stood in the hospital all night. When the first ray of sunlight fell on the ground in the morning, she blinked slowly.

The footsteps of the director of the mental hospital came from afar.

"Bian Zhi, are you here again?"

"Ah."

"It's too cold. Let's go downstairs and have breakfast."

"There is nothing delicious here in the remote area, but there is still a mouthful of hot porridge to warm your stomach."

Just when Bian Zhi was about to say no, someone came up from downstairs in a hurry.

Most of the people who were thrown into this place died of old age here, as if they were forgotten by the world in a corner, waiting for someone to feel their stopped pulse in the morning and be pronounced dead.

People here don’t need to notify their families when they die.

Suddenly someone came in such a hurry, causing both the dean and Bian Zhi to turn their heads at the same time.

The sound of footsteps came closer and closer. Before he could see clearly, the man had already rushed to the front. With a "plop!", he knelt down.

"Dean Li, I beg you, my daughter is sick, and now she needs a lot of money for surgery. Just do it and help me issue a certificate of mental illness. In this way, I can get rid of the old house. , come and save my daughter’s life.”

This voice is familiar.

Bian Zhi lowered his eyes and saw Liu Yun kneeling on the ground.

Different from more than a year ago, she was now so thin that she looked disheveled, and her whole body exuded a musty smell from clothes that had not been dried.

"Oh, why are you here again? I've already told you that I can't issue this certificate here."

Not to mention whether Wang Chunhong is crazy or not, even if she is crazy, it will not be her turn to inherit the family's property. The lawyer previously thought of a way and said that a paternity test should be done. If it is consistent, Liu Yun's child can inherit Wang Chunhong's property. Real estate, but the inheritance results came out. Liu Yun’s child is not Wang Kai’s.

Therefore, except that Liu Yun is Wang Kai's wife, it does not necessarily mean that she can legally own Wang Chunhong's house. Even if she provides a certificate of mental illness, it will be useless for her to raise money to buy a house.

Besides—

Dean Li took a look into the ward. Wang Chunhong's mental state was quite normal occasionally. This proved that she couldn't get rid of it. She explained it angrily several times. In the end, this woman refused to give up and made several troubles. Second-rate.