monologue

At the same time, Su Zheyu's criminal behavior involved the serial murder case that caused a sensation in Qingshi. Someone compared that case with Su Zheyu's case and wrote an analysis of criminal psychology and behavior. The author claimed that he wanted to let the people of Qingshi Always remember these disasters, and don't show too much mercy to the perpetrators, because behind everyone's evil, there is a deceit. He himself supports the death penalty for Su Zheyu, and Zhou Jinlin's name once again appeared in the public's field of vision.

The police had no time to control the comments and emotions of the netizens. A few days ago, they almost overwhelmingly condemned the murderer. After the murder case was finally solved, the netizens overwhelmingly condemned the deceased. Cell phones, everyone in the office is going about their own business.

Bai Yao poked at the three words "Zhou Jinlin" on her notebook, and asked: "The cases of Zhou Jinlin and Su Zheyu are not of the same nature, right? Why did they analyze these two people together?"

Lang Lang said: "Because they all killed people, this is what all criminals have in common."

"Zhou Jinlin, I was only in my third year of high school at that time. I remember that the whole city was on alert during that time. My dad would pick me up from school every night."

"At that time we were still investigating the case under him." Xia Ci glanced at Bai Yao, who felt that she had said something wrong.

"There's nothing you can't say, it's been five years, and too many people died in that case, so it's really time to bring it up as a warning." Chu Xingmu said calmly.

Zhao Chen leaned into Bai Yao's ear and whispered to her, "The captain was kidnapped by Zhou Jinlin. The bullet was only one centimeter away from his heart. We all thought he was dead."

Bai Yao's heart was shocked, and she asked, "Didn't you say that Zhou Jinlin was hacked to death by a mental illness on the way to escape?"

"Yes, the boss was accidentally injured by one of his own people in order to kill Zhou Jinlin, but he still escaped later." Zhao Chen blinked at Bai Yao, signaling her not to ask any more questions, and Bai Yao took a peek at Xia Ci and Chu Xingmu , nodded.

After Su Zheyu was arrested, besides the old lady, He Wen and her mother also came to the police station for the rape case and Su Zheyu. He Wen didn't know that part of the reason for Su Zheyu's murder and dismemberment was her. Later, Tang Zhe and the others investigated Those who beat Liu Junsheng in Mingwei were all roommates and friends of Su Zheyu, and Su Zheyu also became the second warning of the medical university after 20 years.

After Zhong Changxin left the Public Security Bureau, he went to the Medical University. He went to see Professor Yaoyi. The murderer 20 years ago was his student, and he was still his student 20 years later. Zhong Changxin didn’t know what happened to Professor Yaoyi. It's hard to look at this matter, but it must have dealt him a big blow.

Lang Lang sorted out all the relevant materials of the case and put them all on Chu Xingmu's desk. Chu Xingmu took the materials and went to the director's office without saying a word.

Xia Ci lay on the chair and rubbed his eyes. Lang Lang said, "We have encountered depression or mental illness recently. If this continues, I will go crazy."

"Isn't this still crazy? If you're not crazy, you continue to serve the people. This is what you swore when you were a police officer."

"To sum it up in two words, it's uncomfortable." Zhao Chen said while pressing the calculator on his desk.

Bai Yao was annoyed by his pressing, she put down her pen and said, "Stop pressing."

"Can't I relieve the mental stress?" Zhao Chen curled his lips, pushed the calculator aside, and picked the corner of the book again.

"Su Zheyu's crazy self-destructive tendencies are too serious, 80 yuan will be burned, he really doesn't want anything."

"You don't even plan to take your life, what do you need money for?"

"If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be impatient, you need to be calm in the days of depression, believe it, happy days will come!" Qi Shaocheng walked into the utility room with a pile of files, and read a few poems by the way , "My sister just watched it yesterday."

"Are all the materials and evidence to be submitted to the court complete?" Xia Ci asked.

"It's all right, one criminal and two civil, I've handed in everything that should be handed in. I'm leaving early today." Qi Shaocheng took a sip of water after coming out of the utility room, and ran away before Chu Xingmu came out to pick up his bag up.

Tang Zhe tiptoed to Xia Ci and asked him: "Captain Xia, Captain Chu doesn't seem to have any opinion on Su Zheyu's case, he didn't say anything."

In the case of Huang Qing and Su Ai last time, Tang Zhe was deeply impressed by Chu Xingmu's last words.

Xia Ci sat up, looked in the direction of Li Yaomin's office, and after confirming that Chu Xingmu hadn't come out, he said to Tang Zhe, "Xiao Tang, now, you can write a case-closing report and show it to Old Chu."

Tang Zhe scratched his head and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

"Write as soon as I ask you to. Why are there so many?" Xia Ci looked at Tang Zhe with a straight face, and Lang Lang, who was standing aside, couldn't help but roll his eyes. Xia Ci selectively ignored her expression.

But Lang Lang raised another question: "What is the meaning of the English letters carved on the corpse? And those letters and patterns you saw in the basement."

Xia Ci shook his head, "Su Zheyu refused to say anything about this from the beginning to the end."

That night, Chu Xingmu invited them to dinner in order to reward everyone for their hard work in the past few days. Qi Shaocheng, who slipped faster than a rabbit, was also present, and his heavy heart was swept away by this celebration banquet.

Early the next morning, Chu Xingmu first went to the bureau to check his lateness, and then left. Xia Ci asked him where he was going, and he said to Nanjia Mental Hospital.

While people hate those murderers, they are also digging out the crimes behind those people. Those who are really driven crazy are condemned and cursed by people, while those who went crazy because of their own selfishness hide in the cage and secretly rejoice.

After nine years, Wen Ti took the initiative to go to Nanjia for the first time. He lived in a mental hospital for seven years. King Lear, Beethoven, and Van Gogh had long since passed away, and those mentally ill murderers hiding in lies were still alive.

Wen Ti parked the car at the entrance of the mental hospital, and took out three small bunches of flowers from the passenger seat, a bunch of sunflowers, a bunch of daisies, and a bunch of dandelions. Although dandelions were not available this season, Wen Ti still managed to find them. up.

Nanjia Psychiatric Hospital is located in the western district of Qingshi City. The transportation is very convenient, and almost all roads can reach Nanjia. The location, medical facilities, and confinement system are relatively complete. It has gradually become a guardianship psychiatric hospital. Many mentally ill criminals who were sentenced to compulsory medical treatment were sent to Nanjia. The Nanjia Mental Hospital is also divided into two areas. Supervise those violent mental patients who are violently wounded, murdered, or socially harmful. The second district arranges ordinary mental patients.

Chu Xingmu parked the car at the entrance of the mental hospital. After getting out of the car, he caught a glimpse of a car next to him that looked familiar, so he looked forward, and there was a man standing outside the window of the security room at the door, with curly hair in a suit, and was looking down at the security room. The security guard said something, and Chu Xingmu walked over.

Sensing someone coming from behind, Wen Ti turned her head slightly, and caught a glimpse of Chu Xingmu, they unexpectedly met in this place.

"Thank you." Wen Ti said to the window staff in the security room, and then the sliding door opened to a width that only allowed one person to pass through. Wen Ti walked in, and Chu Xingmu handed his ID to the staff, explaining himself intention of coming.

The two walked in different directions. Wen Ti went to the general psychiatric area in the second district, and Chu Xingmu went to the supervision area in the first district. Chu Xingmu wanted to stop and ask Wen Ti why he came here, but Wen Ti walked firmly. Walking towards the first area, his back was decisive and thin, Chu Xingmu looked down at his hands.

District [-] and District [-] have two gates respectively. Compared with District [-], the supervision of District [-] is very loose. After all, the violent wounders are in another district.

Psychiatric hospitals have strict work and rest schedules, and there is a break at noon. In the hospital, apart from the doctors and nurses who go in and out of each ward to take care of the patients during their lunch break, there is only Wen Ti who just came in. Wen Ti walks through the silent boulevard and walks into the doctor's office. When he was here, an intern doctor took care of him. It has been nine years, and the intern doctor has already become a leader in Nanjia. After so many years, Wen Ti has no contact with him, but since he is here, I still go to call him. It's good to say hello, he still has something to ask him.

Wen Ti knocked on the door of the office, and after getting the consent of the owner of the office, he opened the door and went in.

"Doctor Qiao." Wen Ti stood at the door and called with a smile.

The man called Doctor Qiao probably didn't recognize Wen Ti at a glance, he asked hesitantly: "Hello, what's the matter?"

"I'm Wen Ti." Wen Ti walked in and closed the door.

Dr. Qiao at the desk thought about it for a while, then suddenly beamed, and asked, "Wen Ti? You've grown up so much!"

Wen Ti was 11 years old when she was picked up, and Dr. Qiao was not here in the month when Wen Xiangqin was sent back, so he didn't know that Wen Ti was picked up and sent back later.

"Well, I came here today to ask you something." Wen Ti still respects Dr. Qiao, and doesn't hide her reason for coming.

"Sit down quickly. People who go out here never want to come back. Why did you come back on your own initiative?" Dr. Qiao recalled Wen Ti at that time. What he asked the most was when he could go out. If he went out, he would never want to go out again. back to this place.

"I'm here for Mr. Lear." Wen Ti explained the reason why she came here, "It's the old man who was inseparable from me back then. He said that he was the expelled British King Lear, who possessed the most supreme power in the universe. Power, he also granted titles and fiefdoms to everyone in Nanjiali, and often asked people passing by what love is, he died later, and committed suicide here, do you remember?"

The old man lived in the mental hospital for six years, and Wen Ti was sent in when he was four years old. The old man was also admitted to the mental hospital at about the same time. He said that he was Lear, the king of Britain, and his hand Everyone who holds the power should submit to him.

"Oh, I remembered, his real name is Zhonghelou, right?"

"Well, it turned out to be the director of the Qingshi Mental Disease Research Center, a psychiatrist. Later, he became mentally ill and moved to Nanjia on his own initiative. Six years later, he committed suicide." Wen Ti looked into Dr. Qiao's eyes intently. , Waiting quietly for Dr. Qiao to recall what happened more than ten years ago. He mentioned Mr. Lear's suicide twice. Dr. Qiao has already understood Wen Ti's real reason for coming.

"Back then, you told the medical staff that Mr. Zhong was dead, do you remember?" Dr. Qiao asked him.

Wen Ti nodded and said: "I remember that the police also suspected me, but in the end they thought Mr. Lear committed suicide."

"You were the last person to see him, we all just went in from behind." Dr. Qiao said.

Wen Ti lowered his eyes, and soon he raised his head and said: "That's why I came here today, Dr. Qiao, what is the reason why he came to Nanjia? He is not mentally ill and does not need treatment. He is pretending sick."

"You should ask his family or friends these questions. I was just an intern back then. Every time Mr. Zhong saw me, he told you to stay away from me. He thought I was a bad person and would feed you those things that would harm you. Healthy pills.” Dr. Qiao unknowingly recalled the days when he was an intern in Nanjia, the paranoid and stubborn old man guarded everyone in this mental hospital like a bad guy all day long. Everyone is fierce, but they are very kind to Xiao Wenti.

"Has the ward we lived in been repaired later?" Wen Ti thought it better to change the subject, how could Dr. Qiao know better than him what happened back then.

"You used to live in the first district. Now all the general patients have been moved to the second district. The wards and activity rooms in the first district have been renovated and reinforced. The previous wards have been vacant for a long time because they are too far away and difficult to manage." Dr. Qiao put the tea in front of Wen Ti. They have been talking since Wen Ti came in, and he forgot about pouring the tea.

Dr. Qiao probably didn't expect Wen Ti to come back. Seeing Wen Ti's clothes and conversation, he should have a good life after going out, and he doesn't have the symptoms unique to mental patients. He is willing to believe that Wen Ti has recovered , because Wen Ti did not have any mental illness back then. Although Dr. Qiao noticed it, he could not help Wen Ti. At that time, Wen Ti had no family or guardian.

"My therapist said that I have recovered, but my brother still asked the therapist to treat me, so now I don't know if I am recovered." Wen Ti took the teacup in front of her and didn't drink it.

"I happened to pass by Nanjia today. I wanted to talk to you about old times, but I asked you so many irrelevant questions. I'm really sorry to disturb you during lunch break." Wen Ti said apologetically.

Dr. Qiao smiled and said, "Seeing how you look now, I feel relieved. A child who was so young back then has grown so big in a blink of an eye."

Wen Ti asked him again: "Is District [-] and District [-] completely separated?"

"No, the wards and activity rooms are isolated, not in the park."

"Can I go and have a look?" Wen Ti asked.

Dr. Qiao stood up and said with a smile, "You are more familiar with this place than I am, so why don't I take you shopping?"

Wen Ti also stood up and said: "No need, if I get lost here, Dr. Qiao will come to me again, just like when I was a child."

Dr. Qiao shook his head with a smile, "This is still the same as before, naughty."

Wen Ti picked up three bouquets of flowers and walked out of the office. Dr. Qiao stood at the desk and looked at his back blocked by the door. Wen Ti had been discharged from the hospital for nine years, and now she suddenly came back and asked him about the Zhonghe Tower. He couldn't tell what it meant either.

Wen Ti walks through the asphalt road between the activity room and the restaurant, and walks to the garden in the center of the park. The garden is more European-style. When I was a child, every time after dinner, Mr. Lear would always bring a Wen Ti came for a walk in the park, and some wild cats lived in the park. Every time Wen Ti ate, she would secretly hide a little bit and feed the kittens during the walk.

Wen Ti put a bunch of sunflowers on the bench by the garden, which is Mr. Van Gogh’s favorite place to sit. If someone took his place, he would fight with others, but when he picked up the brush, he would Immediately enter another world, the master of painting claimed to be Van Gogh, madly and passionately in love with sunflowers and starry sky, he would sit here stubbornly waiting for the moon and stars to come out on cloudy and rainy days, if the nurse told him to go back to sleep , he still cries, he taught Wen Ti how to draw.

He put the dandelion on the edge of the garden, which is Mr. Lear's favorite place to lean on. He would lean on his crutches here and look at the distant scenery, and tell Wen Ti the story of "The Little Prince" from time to time.

Wen Ti put a bouquet of daisies on the other side of the pond with a reinforced guardrail. It was the place where the old man who called himself Mr. Beethoven often played the violin. He swore never to touch the violin again. He used to be a musician. Guo Wenti violin and piano.

Wen Ti fell into memories, everything around her was unimportant, and she didn't even notice that someone was standing behind him.

"what are you doing?"

Wen Ti straightened her waist, turned around and said with a smile: "To remember my friend."

Chu Xingmu originally wanted to take a shortcut to go out, but he didn't expect to meet Wen Ti in the park. Wen Ti's strange behavior caught Chu Xingmu's attention, so he stopped and asked him what he was doing.

"What about you?" Wen Ti asked him with a smile on her face, Chu Xingmu thought that he would alienate him because of their conversation in the car before.

"Just came to see an old friend." Chu Xingmu replied.

"It's not a good thing to meet in this place." Wen Ti smoothed out the crumpled clothes because of squatting down to put flowers.

"The case is solved." Chu Xingmu said.

Wen Ti nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you, Uncle Police."

Chu Xingmu suddenly didn't know what to say to Wen Ti, every word would put him in an embarrassing situation, Wen Ti had always kept a distance from him invisible to the naked eye.

Wen Ti saw that Chu Xingmu had no intention of talking to him anymore, so she turned around and left first. Chu Xingmu followed him and walked through the park to the hospital gate. They didn't say anything during this time.

Before Chu Xingmu got into the car, Wen Ti said to him: "Goodbye."

Chu Xingmu nodded slightly, and then the two left in opposite directions. Chu Xingmu sat in the car for a while, and then took out a golden brooch from his jacket pocket. He stared at the brooch for a while, and patted the steering wheel a little irritably .

The author says:

I can’t add too much at one time, please forgive me (only after reposting did I realize that I really wrote a lot)