monologue

About 10 minutes in the hospital, Chu Xingmu and Qi Shaocheng left again, Qi Shaocheng went to buy three bottles of water, Chu Xingmu leaned on the car door and asked He Shu: "Reporter He, do you have any other arrangements today?"

He Shu replied: "Following up the case is today's arrangement."

"Okay, take a break and move on to the next place."

Chu Xingmu drove to the next destination. Qi Shaocheng looked at the navigator and asked Chu Xingmu: "It would be easier if all the cars had driving recorders."

"Not necessarily, it's useless if you don't turn it on."

"How did Huang Qing's body get to the garbage dump? He couldn't have walked there by himself, could he?"

Chu Xingmu suddenly turned his head to look at Qi Shaocheng, "When we first went to the garbage dump, did you see the wheel marks on that road?"

Qi Shaocheng recalled, "Didn't you check it? It was the wheel print of a garbage truck."

"Let's assume, under what circumstances would Huang Qing go to the garbage dump? And it was midnight, and the garbage dump would be closed at that time. How did he get in?"

"Didn't the people at the garbage dump say that the lock was broken just a few days ago? When the door was closed at night, the iron mesh door was only locked with a lock."

"Drunk, how do you know that the iron mesh door is unlocked? The amount of alcohol that can cause a heart attack, can he still be so conscious?"

"You mean, he fled to the garbage dump? Because the iron mesh door was not locked, he was still conscious, so he opened the door and went in. At that time, the alcohol and drug reactions in his body intensified, which hindered his movement. , can only escape to that place." Under the guidance of Chu Xingmu, Qi Shaocheng expressed his thoughts.

"In the beginning, we were influenced by the Third Division Bureau, and we have been checking the vehicles for throwing corpses. But after so many days of investigation, we have almost memorized the monitoring of the road section in Yongxing District, and we still can't find any traces of vehicles throwing corpses."

"Perhaps the murderer was indeed planning to dump the body, but he didn't expect that Huang Qing was actually dead during the transport of the body. There were so many cars coming and going, and only a few were parked near the bar. After the investigation, nothing was found."

"It is also possible that the murderer was in the same car as Huang Qing. Huang Qing realized that he would be in danger and escaped from the car while the murderer was not paying attention."

"Where did he get off?"

Chu Xingmu said melancholy: "Then I have to ask Han Abnormal, when did Huang Qing take the antidepressant medicine, when did he get sick, how far can he run after taking the medicine, and how long does it take before and after? In this way, we might be able to Find the place where Huang Qing got off, and then check the passing vehicles at the same time on the night of the 17th."

Qi Shaocheng originally planned to ask Chu Xingmu a personal question, but considering what to say later, he dismissed the idea, and after a while, the vehicle drove into the Yongxing District Traffic Police Headquarters.

After Qi Shaocheng and Chu Xingmu got off the car together, He Shu came down slowly. There were several comrades in the traffic police compound who were about to go out on duty. One of them saw that it was Chu Xingmu and shouted to the door of the service hall: " Dazhang! Team Chu is here!"

Just after shouting, Zhang Ziyang came out with a police cap between his hands. Chu Xingmu gave those comrades a thumbs up, and they walked out.

"Captain Chu, we are the traffic police team here, not the criminal police team. Why do you keep running to our place?" Zhang Ziyang asked in an unhappy tone.

In order to confirm his and Qi Shaocheng's conjecture, he came to the traffic police team and asked Zhang Ziyang to help adjust the surveillance.

"I see my former leader, where is Uncle Yang?" Chu Xingmu raised his foot and went in.

"Uncle Yang is not here, I am asking for leave today."

Chu Xingmu paused, and suddenly remembered that today is an important day.

"Uncle Yang works 360 and five days a year, and even works overtime when he is on vacation, but this is the only day he has to ask for leave."

Zhang Ziyang touched Chu Xingmu with his elbow, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you bringing reporters with you to investigate the case?"

"In order to calm down the emotions of my subordinates, I can lead by example. Maybe one day the newspaper will directly report that our criminal police team is dereliction of duty and has a collective annual leave."

"Do you still have time to neglect your duties? If there are murders every day in Qingshi, I guess eight generations of your team won't last a few years."

The wordless conversation between the two fell into the ears of He Shu, who had a very low sense of presence.

Symbiosis Psychological Counseling Center, No. 717, Yinghua Road, Changqing District.

"Did you dream again last night?"

"Ah."

"What did you see in your dream?"

"A door."

"What kind of door?"

"There is a lion in the center of the door. It sits on the door like a snake. It is surrounded by patterns solidified with molten metal. The green liquid flows inside and covers the entire door. I want to push it open. It, but as long as I take a step, the lion on the door will open its mouth and roar, I can see its stomach, there is a red fruit inside, I want to go in."

"Has the lion been roaring?"

"Yes, it kept roaring, as if it was going to rush out of the door. Those metal patterns slowly turned into flowing brown vines, and it crawled towards the lion with claws and teeth. I tried to get closer, and the vines immediately crawled towards me. They crawled from the door to the ground and to my feet, I felt them entangle my legs and feet, I couldn't move, I stretched out my hands, the vines had already climbed to my waist, tight, I Hearing the sound of my body being torn apart, the vines began to drill into my body. I tried to catch the lion, but the lion disappeared. There was only the red fruit on the door, which could beat like a heart. With the densely packed tiny vines, I felt my blood flow rapidly, being absorbed by the vines and transported to the fruit. I didn’t feel any pain or any discomfort. At that moment, all the vines on my body disappeared. That door They were gone too, I was standing in a small room with no windows, I looked up and saw layer after layer of barbed wire above my head, with many people walking back and forth on it."

"Did I be locked up as a monster?" Wen Ti opened her eyes, lay on her back on the chair, and asked calmly and calmly.

Lin Manshu stood up from his right back, Wen Ti also sat up, Lin Manshu returned to his seat, and pushed the water prepared in advance to Wen Ti.

She said: "Dreams are an extension of the subconscious mind, and your subconscious mind still has no way to let go of the experience in the mental hospital."

"This symptom is much better than before." Wen Ti clasped her hands together, looked at Lin Manshu and said, his eyes were sharp, calm, and there was a smile on his face.

"It's indeed much better than before. Your dreams are more realistic. The beasts, fruits, blood, and cages all hint at that experience, which means that you are beginning to face those things squarely." Lin Manshu laughed.

"Doctor Lin, I want to ask you a question."

Lin Manshu said: "Ask, I will know everything and say everything, there is no need to be so polite between us."

"A normal person, under the influence of a group of mental patients, wants to lead a normal life, what is the probability that he will be diagnosed as a normal person?"

Lin Manshu thought for a while, ruled out all possible and impossible factors, and replied: "It will never be 100%. 99% of the diagnosis results can be normal, but 1% of human factors can never be eliminated."

Wen Ti nodded, "Without that 1%, a mentally ill person will never become a normal person. This answer is really cruel."

Lin Manshu said helplessly: "It is meaningless to pursue these matters. You have been discharged from the hospital for nine years and have not had a single recurrence. This result is very good, which shows that you are getting closer and closer to 99%."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Lin." Wen Ti got up and thanked, "I still have some personal matters to deal with, so I'll come here first today, thank you for your hard work, and listening to me say so much useless nonsense."

Wen Ti picked up the coat that was hanging on the armrest of the chair, and put the coat on her arms. Lin Manshu said, "Why are you being so polite? Could it be that after all these years, I still haven't qualified to be your friend?"

"I don't have any friends, you know that." Wen Ti smiled, "No one will take the initiative to be friends with a mentally ill person, they won't even have time to hide."

"I won't argue with you anymore, trust others appropriately, and there will be improvement in the future."

Lin Manshu got up and sent Wen Ti to the door of the consultation room. Wen Ti's back slowly disappeared in the corridor. Lin Manshu returned to the consultation room, turned on the recorder on the desk, and listened to Wen Ti's words again.

Since Wen Ti came out of the mental hospital nine years ago, under the arrangement of Wen Xiangqin, she has received regular psychotherapy and psychotherapy. She has changed five therapists. Lin Manshu is the one with the longest time. Before starting to help Wen Ti with psychotherapy.

Wen Ti's condition is very stable and has not relapsed for so many years, but the seven years of life in a mental hospital have caused great psychological trauma to him, although he now lives in this society like a normal person, and he has a stable job and sources of income, have some "friends", have their own love and pursuit, he does not have any tyrannical tendencies, nor is he prone to depression. He has an extraordinary bearing and is gentle and considerate to others, but Lin Manshu sometimes feels that he is dangerous.

Out of professional sensitivity, she is very interested in Wen Ti's experience, but Wen Ti is never willing to talk openly with others, even if he talks to you seriously and attentively, and answers other people's questions, you can feel that feeling. There was a fleeting sense of distance, Lin Manshu didn't even know whether the perfect Wen Ti in front of him was real or he was just pretending.

The busiest time for the traffic police team is during the holidays. Fortunately, it is not a holiday, so Chu Xingmu had the opportunity to catch Zhang Ziyang and help him adjust the surveillance. Several people watched it back and forth five or six times in the surveillance room. He had already made a decision, and asked Zhang Ziyang to help him find the road monitoring near the Jin'an Ballroom.

After a few people, it was afternoon again, because they were running around, and they didn't even bother to eat lunch. Chu Xingmu and Qi Shaocheng were used to this normal state of being hungry and full, but He Shu was different, he was a man of culture Well, a cultural person eats with a pen, unlike the policemen who have practiced all their skills, he looks very thin, typical of malnutrition, after this lunch, He Shu's face turned a little yellow.

After Qi Shaocheng saw it in the rearview mirror, he said in his heart: "After all, it's not as thick as our skin." This was said to Chu Xingmu, and Chu Xingmu understood Qi Shaocheng's meaning just by looking at it.

The so-called all walks of life, each eats its own food, those who run cases outside are used to it, and those who are used to sitting on cultural chairs are trying to drive ducks to the shelves. Chu Xingmu felt that it was almost the same, and on the way back to Changqing District, he said by the way: "Reporter He, you Where is the address? I'll take you there."

He Shu pushed his glasses, shook his head and said, "Don't bother, let's continue."

"Then you have to take care of it. Before Linghai Group gets off work, we have to ask something. We may not be able to get lunch at half past one." Qi Shaocheng said.

He Shu responded with a "hmm" for a while, and then Chu Xingmu kicked the accelerator and went to Linghai Group. Zhang Yu obviously had something to hide from the police, and Chu Xingmu himself was busy, so he didn't hold Zhang Yu. , now is the time to ask him.

On the other side, the tasks arranged by Chu Xingmu are being carried out in an orderly manner by all the team members. I believe that soon, the truth of the matter will surface, together with the filth and sin that have sunk deep in the water, waiting to be exposed to the sun again. The moment of revelation.