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Du Qiang saw the two unfamiliar young faces in the back of the car and immediately smiled and said: "Teacher Xiaoye is awesome, the latest disguise equipment!"

He knew that Du Qiang's strange noises were deliberately teasing him so that he could relax.

However, this was the first time he encountered an accident scene and he had just seen the victim's broken body. Ye Qingluo couldn't relax at this time.

On the contrary, it was Camille who took Ye Qingluo's arm and shook it, comforting him: "Luoluo, don't be afraid, someone must be suffering from a violent disorder. People with a poor mental state can easily do such extreme things, but It is easy to find such people once they become ill."

Ye Qingluo turned to look at Camille, this fair and tender guy!

The reason why I can be so calm when encountering such a thing is because I have seen it many times before.

Thinking of Camille's life before she met Han Chen, Ye Qingluo felt sympathy and heartache, but put aside his tense emotions.

"Let's go, let's leave here first." Du Qiang glanced at the surrounding team members, and seeing if nothing unusual was found, he opened the rear door and let Kamil and Ye Qingluo get out of the car.

After several people got out of the car, Ren Bin put the car into the space button.

Tian Yingwu looked at Ren Bin enviously and said pitifully: "Third squad leader, do you have any free space buttons in your class? Please have one!"

The team led by Ren Bin often went out on exploratory missions, and the organization assigned them a space button with an inner space of at least 500 cubic meters.

And what about them?

Thanks to Teacher Xiaoye, everyone in the courtyard is now equipped with space buttons, but most of them are less than 100 cubic meters.

Before Ren Bin could say anything, Du Qiang slapped Tian Yingwu on the head: "What kind of virtue! If I remember correctly, your space button is 80 cubic meters, right? What's stuffed in it? It's not enough You use!?"

Really need to clean up! I still use 50 cubic meters!

Tian Yingwu quickly shut up, rubbed his head and walked back along the roadside behind a few people.

Ye Qingluo was pulled away by Camille, looking back as he walked.

When I got out of the car, I discovered that the sounds of rescue, crying, and wailing from the accident scene were mixed together.

"Luoluo, stop looking." Camille pulled Ye Qingluo's arm: "It's hard to avoid this kind of thing. Maybe we will encounter it one day..."

Ye Qingluo reached out to cover Camille's mouth: "Bah, bah, bah! Don't talk nonsense!"

After stopping Camille, Ye Qingluo took back his hand and said: "Quickly say 'bah bah bah'!"

Camille didn't know why, but she still made a few obedient noises.

Ye Qingluo followed Du Qiang and the others back to the small courtyard. People from Class 1 and Class 3 stayed at the scene to assist in the investigation. Therefore, they quickly learned the cause and effect of the incident.

Ren Bin saw that Ye Qingluo looked a little uneasy, so he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much, go home first."

***

"With such a talented person, what is there to think about? He would do such an extreme thing."

Qing Ning sighed: "How many families have been ruined by this..."

Ye Qingluo and Camille huddled on the sofa and browsed Xingbo.

Anhua silently said to Ye Qingluo:

[You’d better just check it out under your own Xingbo account. The comments under popular topics are really… there are trolls everywhere! 】

Ye Qingluo knows that most of the netizens who follow his Xingbo are people who like animals and plants, and perhaps many are foodies.

From the comments on my Xingbo, I can see that these netizens are all very nice. They have different personalities. Some of them are flamboyant and some are cowardly, but they are all very upright people.

Ye Qingluo knew that not all StarNets were as peaceful as his own. He rarely read those messy comments, but that didn't mean he didn't know.

He just wants to know whether there is any difference between Internet users in the interstellar era and those in the 21st century.

However, it seems there is no difference.

After scanning twice, Ye Qingluo silently exited Xingbo.

Qing Ning pointed to the news screen in front of her and couldn't understand it: "Are there other mental illnesses besides mania? Anti-social? Paranoid?"

"Those are personality disorders, which will get better through psychological, cognitive and other aspects of treatment." After Ye Chong finished speaking, he turned around and patted his son on the shoulder, and said: "Don't think too much, it has gotten better in the past two years, especially with... After practicing the exercises, there are fewer and fewer patients with violent disorder.”

"Dad, what I'm thinking of is not mania." Ye Qingluo folded his arms and leaned on the back of the sofa, frowning slightly and said: "The investigation information said that his friends and colleagues didn't find anything abnormal about him, why did he Did he suddenly become a terrorist?"

Obviously this accident was not a temporary accident. If the explosion point was one, you could say it was a temporary accident. But this time there were five explosion points in total.

Five people died on the spot and 13 were injured, six of whom are still being rescued.

[Luoluo, what on earth is going on with this man named Liao Guochen? Even if he has a violent disorder, he is still rational when he is not suffering from the disease. I carefully searched all of this person's communication devices and found nothing unusual. 】

‘Perhaps… the lack of any suspicion is the biggest suspicion. ’

This is similar to what the official investigation team thought of.

The investigation team was worried that this was a gang crime and screened everyone on Liao Guochen's communication equipment but found nothing.

From Liao Guochen's chat records with colleagues, friends, etc., no negative remarks or dissatisfaction with work, life or society were found.

Covered up too perfectly.

But, still not smart enough.

The investigation team focused on collecting information about those people whom Liao Guochen had interacted with online.

Ye Qingluo was still complaining to Anhua, but Ren Bin sent the latest news: he is not a Chinese, and he has taken over the identity of the original owner after plastic surgery.

As for the original owner, 90% is already...

Liao Guochen himself is not from Capital City, his parents are still in his hometown.

Liao Guochen himself is engaged in scientific research. Because of his outstanding personal abilities, he was transferred to Capital Star four years ago.

After his career at Capital Star stabilized, he soon met his future wife through the introduction of his senior.

The two hit it off immediately, chatted happily, and soon got married.

However, who would have thought that something happened to Liao Guochen during the days when his wife was in the hospital during labor, and his identity was silently replaced.

Perhaps only Liao Guochen's wife noticed something was wrong, but there is no way of knowing now because her symptoms of postpartum depression became increasingly severe and she eventually gave up on her life.

Before Ye Qingluo could put himself in his shoes, he felt a chill in his heart:

Perhaps Liao Guochen's wife had already sensed something was wrong, but could not find any evidence to convince herself.

Because "Liao Guochen" pretended to be so good that his relatives, friends and colleagues didn't notice anything was wrong.

Maybe she asked "Liao Guochen" what was going on, but this fake husband would only comfort his wife with a gentle and warm smile, saying that she had postpartum psychological problems and thought too much.

In such an atmosphere, normal people would also be depressed...

"Luoluo, Luoluo?" Camille pinched Ye Qingluo's cheek: "What are you thinking about? You look so bad! I told you not to think too much!"

Ye Qingluo exhaled and pulled away Camille's hand: "I know, I know. This person is too hateful, we must not let him go!"

Big pervert!

After gathering his mood, Ye Qingluo fell down on the sofa and said lazily: "What are you going to eat tonight... eh? Who called me?"