Netherworld Investigator

"PTSD stands for post-traumatic stress disorder. Its three core symptoms are traumatic re-experiencing symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and heightened alertness symptoms." Qiao Kejun rested his chin lazily, drinking milk without a sip , while casually pointing to the ground, directed to Wen Baifan, "Just move these into the cabinet."

While humming and humming as a porter, Wen Baifan silently slandered in his heart that Liao's papier-mâché was absolutely perfect, and it was fine to ask people to work overtime every now and then. For the sake of being stingy, Apagon could be ashamed, Grandet was in tears, Heejin was haggard, and Sherlock collapsed.

I don't know what Lao Liao is thinking. It is clear that the case has been banned from investigation, but the psychological counseling specially for him is given once a year, which is more punctual than the year-end award.

In the past, during each treatment time, most of the psychologists let him listen to music and doze off or something. Unexpectedly, Qiao Kejun, who is half a bucket of water, took the opportunity to let himself do coolies, and called it "a healthy soul comes from a strong body." ".

How insidious.

Qiao Kejun seemed to have heard Wen Baifan's slander, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he continued to endorse slowly: "The clinical manifestations of children with PTSD are not exactly the same as those of adults. They will have nightmares, repeatedly act out traumatic events, and indulge in trauma-related events. Themed games..."

Wen Baifan interrupted him with a bitter face: "What does this BD□□ theory mean to me? I don't think I have any psychological problems."

Qiao Kejun asked: "Do you know how your situation was described in the assessment report of the last psychological counselor?"

Wen Baifan shook his head blankly.

"He said that you have come out of the shadow of that incident and healed."

Wen Baifan's eyes lit up: "So..."

"So he was fired by Liao Chu." Qiao Kejun said unhurriedly, "Next, you, take off your clothes and lie on the bed."

Seeing Wen Baifan staring blankly, Qiao Kejun frowned and thought about it, then sighed in compromise: "You want me to help you take it off?"

"No, I'll take it off myself." Wen Baifan panicked, and then immediately realized, "No, why should I take off my clothes?"

Qiao Kejun's expression was an undisguised disgust: "The materials you moved just now are covered in dust, and you want to sleep on my bed if they are dirty?"

Wen Baifan grasped the crux of the problem, "Why should I sleep in your bed?"

"Ah, psychotherapy, hypnosis. The equipment here is limited. Apart from my folding bed, the only place where people can lie down is the autopsy table next door." Qiao Kejun's eyes flashed An imperceptible smile, "Why don't you choose one? I don't care."

Wen Baifan: "..."

Qiao Kejun's tone was very firm: "Don't worry, I have a degree in psychology when I was studying."

"I took physical education class when I was studying." Wen Baifan reluctantly unbuttoned, muttering, "Running sucks now."

A tingling sensation stretched from the spine all the way to Tianling Gai, followed by an almost hypnotic sense of relaxation.

Wen Baifan stabbed the tip of his tongue with his teeth calmly, but the pain was quickly covered by an indescribable and strange joy.

He has always been good at covering up, and the former assistant therapist was also deceived by him, but deep down in his heart, he is still very resistant to this so-called psychotherapy, especially today, the death anniversary of Xiaofeng.

Tang Xiaofeng and he were originally college classmates, and later joined the police force in the same year. Tang Xiaofeng was quick-witted and skilled, while Wen Baifan had a keen eye and observed details. The two were known as the best partners of Criminal Investigation Department No. [-].

However, on this day seven years ago, Tang Xiaofeng shot himself to death in a biotechnology park in Science City.When he was found, Wen Baifan was lying next to his body, his head was hit and he was unconscious.

After waking up, Wen Baifan's memory of this incident was blank, and he lost his memory.

Qiao Kejun moved his palm away from his forehead, he stared at Wen Baifan's slowly opening eyes, and asked softly, "Did you remember anything just now?"

Wen Baifan propped his forehead with one hand, and stared blankly at the ceiling, some strange fragments flickered in his mind.

He was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

"Excuse me, may I come in?" Qiao Xin held the doorknob with both hands, and half of his head was exposed from the door, his eyes flickered, "Hello, Uncle Wen."

I don't know why, the moment he saw Qiao Xin, Wen Baifan felt a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.He stood up and smiled in surprise: "How did you come in, don't you have to go to school today?"

"Because it's winter vacation... Chirp!" The curtains were pulled open, and the afternoon sunlight fell on the child's long eyelashes like gold dust. He covered his mouth and sneezed softly.

This action once again gave Wen Baifan a strong but fleeting consciousness projection.

"Dr. Qiao, we meet again." A tall, beautiful and long-haired woman appeared behind Qiao Xin. She took off her sunglasses neatly, her eyes fell on Qiao Kejun, and she smiled sweetly, "You should not You will forget who I am."

Qiao Xin threw herself into Qiao Kejun's arms, raised her face and said to him, "This aunt said she was me...my mother."

Wen Baifan was startled, mother?

Qiao Xin curled her lips, trying to put on a disgusted expression, but there was unconcealable expectation in her eyes, "Is this true?"

Qiao Kejun glanced at Xia Ruolan, lowered his head, Qiao Xin was still eagerly waiting for his answer.

Qiao Kejun hummed lightly, "She is."

After lunch break, Wen Baifan slowly strolled back to his office.

He stepped into the door with one foot, stepped back, leaned up and looked to the side, and saw Director Liao standing at the end of the corridor, looking out the window with a heavy face.

He walked into the office, and cruelly patted Luo Fei who was dozing off on Tang Huanyan's seat, "Sister Tang has asked for leave, why are you here?

Luo Fei stretched his waist, yawned, and said vaguely: "Zhang Tao is helping Miss Ru repair her computer, I'll avoid it for a while, lest the technology is too good to form a sharp and cruel contrast."

"How long has Xiaoru's computer been repaired? Why is it broken again?" Wen Baifan narrowed his eyes and looked at Luo Fei thoughtfully, "Is the computer you authenticated so delicate?"

Luo Fei giggled, "I'm ashamed, I only did a little work."

Wen Baifan clicked his tongue softly, then pointed outside the door: "Liao Papi is holding his arms and putting on a wooden face. What kind of sculpture is he putting on outside? With his body, Meditation doesn't look like David, at most he looks like a Buddha in a temple." .”

"I'm addicted to cigarettes." Luo Fei lowered his voice, like a secret signal from an underground party, "Usually he likes to hide in the toilet and smoke, but today the members of the Avengers took advantage of the situation and deliberately filled up the toilet stalls. Let him smoke. Who told him to keep us working overtime on weekends. By the way, how is the doctor seeing you today, is your illness cured?"

"I think, you guys seem to need to see a doctor more." Wen Baifan sighed, "A bunch of crazy people?"

At nearly five o'clock, Director Liao walked up to Wen Baifan and patted him on the shoulder: "I won't go there at night, Xiaofu doesn't like to see me, lest everyone will be unhappy like last year."

Wen Baifan smiled: "It wasn't such a pleasant thing."

Director Liao was in charge of the investigation of Tang Xiaofeng's case back then. At that time, all the evidence pointed to facts that were not good for Tang Xiaofeng. Coupled with the pressure from above to close the case quickly, Director Liao could only convict Tang Xiaofeng by committing suicide in fear of crime.Later, this case was included in the secret file that required high-level authority to unseal, and future generations would have no way to reverse the case.

It was precisely because of this incident that Fu Ruyun and Director Liao had a quarrel, and resigned in a fit of anger.

"That's it, you can leave work early today."

Wen Baifan wanted to say something else, but Director Liao had already turned around and left.

The night gradually swallowed the day, leaving the sky a mottled dusk.

While walking down the corridor, Wen Baifan saw a smooth sports car slowly driving out of the parking lot, and stopped not far in front of him.

The windbreaker and high heels outlined Xia Ruolan's beautiful figure. She led the child to the car, opened the back door and sat in.

Qiao Xin shook off her hand awkwardly, but there was a kind of joy that couldn't be concealed in her flickering eyes, and the golden sunlight covered her hair.

The edge of the corridor is like a ruthless dividing line, separating Wen Baifan from the people under the sun.He hid in the shadows like a dusty tree in the snow.

Wen Baifan once heard that a person would experience three deaths in a lifetime.

The first time he stopped breathing, he died in a biological sense.

The second time was when he was buried. In social relations, he died.

The third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot him, and that's when he really died.

Every year on this day, Wen Baifan, Tang Huanyan, and Fu Ruyun would get together and offer a toast to Tang Xiaofeng from heaven, as if he was still by his side.

Wen Baifan has always understood that Tang Xiaofeng is the person Fu Ruyun has never forgotten in his heart for so many years.Back then, when she proposed to associate with herself, it was just because she felt a little discouraged by the smile that had never been enlightened.It's just that I didn't expect that before people had time to understand the real needs of their hearts, time would rush into the embrace of fate without hesitation.

The bar tonight was empty except for them, there was no music playing, and the surroundings were quiet. Fu Ruyun, who was slightly drunk, was shaking a glass of whiskey that had bottomed out, and the ice cubes made light noises in the glass. "Bai Fan, still can't remember what happened the day Xiaofeng died?"

"Hmm." Wen Baifan absently shook the glass containing the amber liquid in his hand, the blurred light in his eyes was shallow and then deep.

Zhao Ming paused busyly, turned sideways, took out a new bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, filled three glasses, and brought them in front of them.

Tang Huanyan picked up a cup and poured it down.

Today, she stayed with her parents in front of her elder brother's coffin all day. Finally, her mother wiped away her tears and said dejectedly: It has been seven years, and the guy who killed Xiaofeng will probably never get away with it.

If only God's Hand could avenge my brother.Tang Huanyan buried her face in her arms, talking to herself deliriously. ,

The two ladies were almost drunk, Wen Baifan made a phone call and asked Luo Fei, who had been waiting nearby, to pick them up.

Unexpectedly, it was Wang Yu who came to the bar before him, but he didn't see a few acquaintances.

Wen Baifan rubbed his swollen forehead, and walked unsteadily to his side.

"Team leader?" Wang Yu turned his head, looked at his drunken face in surprise, and quickly helped him up, "Why are you so drunk?"

"You, you do me a favor..." Wen Baifan squinted his eyes, his arms shook wildly, he found the direction with difficulty, pointed to a bulging figure lying on the table, "Help me send reporter Fu, Fu Da Go home, that... I'm too drunk, I should be unable to hold on after you nod your head."

"Don't pour it, tell me the address before pouring it!" Wang Yu hurriedly pinched him.

Everyone left, Zhao Ming let Wen Baifan sleep in the booth in the dark, and put a cup of honey water in a ceramic thermos cup within his reach.

Wen Baifan's drinking capacity is not good, but the quality of his wine is very worry-free. Anyway, if he drinks too much, he will have to sleep. Regardless of whether his sleep is short or long, anyway, he has to squint for a while, and he will be much more awake when he wakes up.

I remember that year when Zhao Ming kept him by his side, it was also the tenth year that Wen Baifan went on a mission for the first time.

After returning, he drank white wine for the first time in his life.

After drinking a glass, Wen Baifan put the empty glass on the table, tilted his head, and fell asleep peacefully, making Zhao Ming think he had fainted.

The current Wen Baifan is actually not at all like now.

At that time, he was silent, did not take the initiative to communicate with others, had no light in his eyes, and was shockingly quiet.

Zhao Ming knew that this child would become a more invincible weapon than his father. From the moment he could remember, the pain and loneliness he endured made him calm and sharp.

For this child, Zhao Ming's emotions are very complicated, a little pity mixed with pride.

Tang Xiaofeng was the first person Wen Baifan could call a friend.

The two met at the age of 19, and became partners after entering the police station. Until Tang Xiaofeng died, the time they really got along was only five short years.However, he made Wen Baifan's personality change so much that even Zhao Ming, who is his adoptive father, couldn't help being secretly startled.

Of course, I am also a little relieved.

This child could have lived a much easier life if there was no accident 20 years ago.

Zhao Ming looked at Wen Baifan's sleeping profile, the light in his eyes condensed into a narrow, long and deep tunnel, bringing his thoughts back to the past.

It's a pity that Tang Xiaofeng knows too much.

Wen Baifan was drunk, lying on the table, his consciousness sank into a dream.

He was sitting on a train, and the carriage was swaying.Occasionally, a gleam of light flashed outside the window, but soon disappeared into the dark and narrow tunnel.

I don't know how long it took, but the train finally stopped.

Wen Baifan got out of the car, and there was no one on the platform. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the air was very stuffy. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to loosen his collar, only to find that the sweater on his body had turned into a crisp black suit.

There is also an ominous white flower embedded in the left breast pocket.

He walked up the long stairs. The stairs were very long and there was no end in sight. He walked up step by step until his feet felt a little numb, and finally he saw a flat ground exposed.

He stepped up to the last step, and Tang Xiaofeng's huge black and white portrait suddenly appeared in front of him, with the corners of his mouth pursed into a right angle, his expression solemn, like a ghost suddenly appearing in the mirror at the end of the corridor in the middle of the night.

Wen Baifan looked back, and the stairs behind him had disappeared, replaced by a huge mourning hall and a crowd of people who came to the funeral.

They bowed their heads in silence, there was no wind in the air, and the surroundings were as quiet as a tomb.

There was faint spiritual music coming from the sky, but the closed door of the mourning hall made the sound indistinct. Sweat dripped from Wen Baifan's forehead, as if the scene in front of him had also become distorted.

The black mass suddenly lifted up in unison, and the permeable faces rushed towards Wen Baifan from the air like evil demons.

Those faces belonged to those sinners executed by the "hand of God".

But this is not the most shocking picture.

He saw Tang Xiaofeng come down from the portrait, stand in front of him, and drive away these faces one by one.After doing all this, Tang Xiaofeng turned his face, nodded to him, and returned to the black and white photos on the wall.

Wen Baifan turned his head again, and the people who came to the funeral turned back to people he knew, Director Zheng, Director Liao, and many colleagues who had left or were transferred to other places for a long time.At that time, Tang Huanyan was still a little girl, but she was already able to accompany her parents to welcome and see her off, and she was strong enough to take care of her elder brother Zhang Luo's funeral.

Fu Ruyun lit a stick of incense and stood beside Wen Baifan, staring blankly at Tang Xiaofeng who was smiling on the portrait.

I don't know if it was the flashing tears or the flickering reflection of the candle, which made her eyes look like clear and moist glass.

She walked out of the mourning hall in a hurry, fell down on the steps in front of the hall, and let out a hysterical scream under half of the crimson sky.

Wen Baifan chased after him, but he didn't expect that when he stepped on the steps, he suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness. He closed his eyes suddenly, and when the dizzying passed, he opened them again, and found himself lying on the floor of the meeting. on the round table.