monologue

After Chu Xingmu returned to the bureau in the afternoon, he received a call from Wen Xiangqin. Wen Xiangqin asked him if he was free and wanted to ask him out for dinner. Since he had been busy investigating the case a few days ago, Wen Xiangqin didn't bother him. , Now that the case is solved, Chu Xingmu should have time.

Xia Ci came out of Li Yaomin's office and saw Chu Xingmu's bitter and bitter look again. He thought that something difficult happened in Nanjia, Xia Ci put a stack of files on the table and sat down. He asked across the face, "Have you seen someone?"

"No." Chu Xingmu was half lying on the chair, looking at the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.

"The hospital doesn't agree to let you see him?"

"It is said that the condition is serious again, and it has been isolated, and no one is allowed to see it except the attending doctor."

"Strange, there were not so many requests before. What did you tell the hospital?"

"Just say that I have a few questions to ask him. The hospital said that he is emotionally unstable, and no one can go in now."

"You won't be depressed because of this, right?" When Chu Xingmu was depressed, Xia Ci only felt horrified.

"Wen Xiangqin invited me to dinner, and I'm considering whether to go or not." Chu Xingmu sat up, saw some old files in Xia Ci's hand, and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Xia Ci shook his head and said, "I don't know either. Director Li asked me to find out all the mental illness crime files of the Municipal Bureau in the past 20 years, and didn't say why. I'm also puzzled."

Chu Xingmu found the note that Han Yang wrote to him before on his messy desk. Su Zheyu still refused to say why he wanted to carve words on the corpse, and they didn't know the meaning of those letters. Chu Xingmu Glancing at the files on Xia Ci's desk, he asked, "Is everything related to mental illness crimes here?"

"It's almost there. I have to write a table of contents and an outline according to the time. What are you doing?" Xia Ci looked up and saw Chu Xingmu scratching his desk with both hands, pushing all the files he had organized.

"I'm looking for the file of the dismemberment case 20 years ago." Chu Xingmu immediately flipped through it.

Xia Ci took a copy of it, snatched the file from him, and said: "That file is not in the Municipal Bureau, it has been handed in earlier."

Chu Xingmu frowned, and asked, "Why don't I know when it was handed in?"

"Does the director need to report to you?" Xia Ci said without any surprise, and continued to write the catalogue.

The time span of these files is too large. Due to improper preservation, some files of old cases were lost and burned. There was a fire in the archives ten years ago. It was moved out, and the archives caught fire before the remaining small case files could be transferred. Due to the early discovery, not many files were burned. At that time, electronic backup was not popularized, and there was no way to burn them. Again, I still don't know how the fire started.

"Oh, by the way, Director Li also mentioned just now that in view of the high incidence of mental illness crimes in recent years, the Criminal Research Center of Changqing University has established a criminal psychiatry research group. Regarding the research on these mental illness crimes, the specific Director Li has no Tell me in detail, only after you say it, the research team will send someone to the city bureau to take a temporary post."

"Why are you hanging up?"

"Assist in the investigation. The case of Zheng Shan and Su Zheyu just happened recently. It's so convenient to study. It's much easier than finding those old cases."

"Criminal psychiatry research group?" Chu Xingmu was a little surprised. He told Xia Ci about this some time ago. Criminal psychiatry, which was summarized in criminal psychology, was later independent, but it was not taken seriously by experts. The main researchers on academic problems are some psychiatrists.

"Who didn't tell?" Chu Xingmu asked, "If it's difficult to take care of, don't worry about it. I'm so tired all day long."

"How do I know, you can go back and ask Director Li, it's just these few days." Xia Ci felt that Chu Xingmu's opinions on these scholars were getting bigger and bigger.

"Except for Professor Mu Fang, I don't trust anyone else." Before Xia Ci asked, Chu Xingmu explained it himself.

Xia Ci raised his head and asked, "What about Zhong Changxin?"

"Zhong Changxin?" Chu Xingmu was puzzled, "What does it have to do with him?"

"He is the person in charge of this research group. Anyway, I don't really understand their academic circle." Xia Ci shook his head and continued to write the summary.

Chu Xingmu sat for a while, and went out after replying to Wen Xiangqin.

In the psychological counseling office, Lin Manshu and Jiang Ran's mother talked about Jiang Ran's treatment effect. Wen Ti and Jiang Ran sat in a corner of the consulting room. Jiang Ran shrank in Wen Ti's arms, and Wen Ti bowed her head gently Looking at Jiang Ran, asked him: "Are you still afraid?"

Jiang Ran nodded slightly, Wen Ti hugged Jiang Ran, found a small chair for him to sit on, and squatted in front of Jiang Ran, sang the nursery rhyme "Itsy Bitsy Spider" in a low voice, and performed for Jiang Ran. The self-made finger dance, the dazzling and interesting finger dance immediately attracted Jiang Ran.

Wen Ti broke down the movements of the finger dance, and slowly showed it to Jiang Ran. Jiang Ran stared at Wen Ti's slender and white fingers seriously, and Lin Manshu moved his gaze from them to Jiang Ran's mother's face.

"Jiang Ran's condition is much better. If you have any questions about treatment, I will answer them one by one. This matter may exist in his memory for a while, but considering that he has autism and his attention It’s probably a good thing that he doesn’t recall those images over and over again like other people.” Lin Manshu said with a smile while sitting at his desk.

Jiang Ran's mother looked at Wen Ti who patiently played with Jiang Ran, and said, "I can trust Teacher Wen, but..."

Lin Manshu knew what she was worried about, so he showed her the treatment plan made for Jiang Ran, "The treatment is divided into three stages, and the child's reaction in each stage is different, but the child is always taciturn and doesn't care about external things. It’s a state of dissociation. By the way, Mr. Wen said before that Jiang Ran got along well with a little girl in the studio. Maybe he was infected by that little girl. Now he will react slightly to what happened outside. This is a good thing. Phenomenon."

Jiang Ran's mother nodded, and Lin Manshu asked her again: "There is one thing I have never asked, is Jiang Ran autistic or acquired?"

Jiang Ran's mother sighed, and said, "The day after tomorrow, he got lost once when he was two years old. Before that, his behavior was no different from that of a normal child."

Lin Manshu asked in surprise, "Have you ever gotten lost?"

"Yes, it took three hours from the moment he was lost to the time he was found. I took him to the supermarket to buy things. When I was checking out at the cashier, he disappeared as soon as I turned around. I immediately called the police, but the supermarket staff were all there. I searched all over but couldn't find him. Later, a female customer said that there was a lost boy at the door of the women's toilet in the supermarket. After I rushed over, the child burst into tears when he saw me. Since then, he often sits alone , as long as there is something in his hand, no matter who speaks, he seems to be unable to hear, we took him to see many psychiatrists, and did a lot of examinations, but nothing helped."

"Did he see anything during the three hours he was lost?"

Jiang Ran's mother shook her head, "I don't know. He must have been somewhere in the supermarket during the three hours he was lost. Later, the police searched the supermarket and found nothing strange."

"That is, since then, Jiang Ran has gradually lost sight and hearing of all the people and things around him, right?" Lin Manshu confirmed.

Jiang Ran's mother nodded, Wen Ti walked over from the corner with Jiang Ran in her arms, he handed Jiang Ran to his mother, and then said: "Children have a strong learning ability, and they respond more strongly to external stimuli. He may not know exactly what he saw, but his instincts will lead him to find a safe way to escape danger."

Wen Ti sat next to him, put the treatment plan aside, and asked Jiang Ran's mother, "Can Jiang Ran continue to teach in the studio?"

Jiang Ran's mother hesitated for a moment. Just now Lin Manshu mentioned that another little girl had a good relationship with Jiang Ran, which she had never seen before, because Jiang Ran was very resistant to strangers. For this reason, Jiang Ran's mother finally Nodding his head, he said, "In this case, please ask Mr. Wen to take care of him."

Wen Ti nodded with a smile, and moved her eyes to Jiang Ran who was gesticulating his hands seriously and clumsily. Jiang Ran lowered his head and played with his fingers seriously. He didn't respond to the conversation of the three adults around him. He found another fun thing , he is exploring with great interest.

Jiang Ran's mother took Jiang Ran out of the counseling office. Lin Manshu poured out the tea on the table, cleaned the cup and put it back in the cup and tray.

"Did you have any dreams recently?" Lin Manshu asked Wen Ti.

"Repeating the same dream, I stood in the dark night, and it was like a huge inkwell. The ink spread from the soles of my feet to my legs and waist, and the illusory black mist shrouded the surroundings. I heard the leather shoes stepping on the water. There was a hoarse sound on the floor, a person lit a cigarette with a lighter from a distance, he stepped on the water and walked towards me slowly, the place where he walked spread out circles of ripples, and the ripples of ink moved towards me like huge waves When it hit me, it turned into black mist when it splashed on me. The sparks from the cigarette turned into a flaming torch in his hand. He kept approaching me and lit my hair with the torch. I stood in the ink Chi Li couldn't move, and I tried to see his face clearly, but I couldn't see clearly." Wen Ti described his dream in a usual tone.

Lin Manshu frowned and asked, "You burned your hair?"

"He said I was a monster." Wen Ti said.

"It's time for you to cut your hair." Lin Manshu joked, "A small move will become your nightmare, for example, you look at your hair before going to bed, or you think of Medusa again."

"I won't cut it, this is my only victory." Wen Ti shook her head.

"Is it your father?" Lin Manshu asked. The reason why Wen Ti stubbornly kept her long hair was because he once had a very big conflict with his father on the issue of "hair". A victory against his father and managed to get his father to compromise, that proves that he has overcome him.

"It's not him, it's someone else."

"Is that someone you know?" Lin Manshu asked. Since he could dream about this, there must be a basis for this dream in real life. Regarding the answer to the question of who the person in the dream looks like, Wen Ti was silent for a while , answered, "No."

You are so paranoid. " Lin Manshu said, Wen Ti had the answer in his heart, he knew that Lin Manshu could guess that he already had the answer, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Is it paranoid not to cut your hair?" Wen Ti asked back.

Lin Manshu shook his head helplessly, "Handsome people are always so capricious."

"Thank you for the compliment, Dr. Lin, today you are a bit sweeter than Wild Rose." Wen Ti said with a smile, he was very satisfied with his image.

Lin Manshu: "..."

"Schubert's wild rose." Wen Ti picked up her coat and smiled, opened the door of the consulting room and walked out.

Lin Manshu searched on the computer, Schubert's Wild Rose, a popular and catchy song that Lin Manshu had never heard before - nursery rhyme, Lin Manshu thought about it for a long time, Gan Gan and Schubert's What's the deal with wild roses?

Wen Ti drove back to the studio. As soon as he walked to the door of the studio, Jennifer walked towards him with some letters. Before Wen Ti spoke, Jennifer stared at him and looked at him carefully. Wen Ti wondered: "Look at what I'm doing." ?”

Jennifer took out an old magazine from the letter, compared the male model on the cover of the magazine with Wen Ti herself and observed, she was very surprised and asked: "Boss, I can't see that you are hiding something!"

Wen Ti glanced at the magazine in Jennifer's hand and frowned slightly. He took the magazine over and asked, "Where did this come from?"

Jennifer pointed to the mailbox behind him, "It's in the mailbox, put together with these letters, I didn't expect you to shoot magazines?"

Wen Ti raised the magazine in Yang's hand, and said, "I'll take this, and just put those letters in the office."

"Then boss, don't you tell me about your stardom?"

"I'll talk about it later when I have time."

Every time Wen Xiangqin decides a date, the location is very high-end. Chu Xingmu is used to the atmosphere of the market, but at the same time, he has an aura of not getting close to strangers. He thinks that Wen Xiangqin doesn't have to be so obvious. If you have something to talk to him about, you can have a meeting even on a park bench. Therefore, when Chu Xingmu and Wen Xiangqin sat down face to face, Chu Xingmu said: "You don't have to be so deliberate."

Wen Qin cut the steak's hand paused, he looked up at Chu Xingmu, and said: "No, I just asked you out for a meal."

Chu Xingmu thought to himself, you are full of purpose from head to toe, why do you need to pretend to be yourself again?

"I'm not used to knives and forks." Chu Xingmu rarely cut the steak seriously. Anyway, it was Wen Xiangqin who paid the money, and the two people who were beaten by this charade felt uncomfortable.

"Tell me, what's the matter with finding me?" Chu Xingmu asked.

"Seeing how busy you are, it's not too much to treat you to a meal, right?" Wen Xiangqin asked.

"Under normal circumstances, you would ask Xia Ci to come together. If you go around, you don't bother me, but I do." Chu Xingmu really couldn't stand Wen Xiangqin's sudden politeness.

Wen Xiangqin lowered his eyes, organized his words, and said: "Nine years ago, there was a jumping incident in the Li'an villa area. The hostess took a bottle of antidepressants and jumped from the eighth floor that day. The person who investigated this case was Zhou Jinlin, who at the time believed that the hostess was murdered, but all identification and investigation results showed that the hostess committed suicide."

Chu Xingmu recalled this incident. At that time, he had not yet graduated. At that time, Zhou Jinlin had just been promoted to the director of the Qingshi Public Security Bureau. It seemed that there was such a case. It was just that the file room caught fire at that time, and the file had been burned when it was discovered. Yes, later they compiled a list of those burned files based on the memories of the investigators. Chu Xingmu had seen those lists, and Zhou Jinlin had an impression of this case.

Chu Xingmu asked: "Who is that mistress?"

"My mother." Wen Xiangqin replied calmly.

"Did you drop out of school because of this?" Chu Xingmu was a little surprised.

"Some reasons are inconvenient to say right now. I want to ask you for a favor. I want to see the file of that case." Wen Xiangqin told his purpose.

Chu Xingmu shook his head and said, "The file was gone ten years ago."

Wen Xiangqin didn't seem to believe it, "No more?"

"The archive room caught fire and burned." Chu Xingmu said.