Officer Xiang and Mumu

A certain high-rise residence overlooking the vast city, the decoration style is more European, elegant and unique.The morning light shines on the wooden floor like gold through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, shining colorful colors.A woman in a simple and elegant long dress set the dining table. There were two porcelain bowls, two porcelain plates, and two pairs of chopsticks. The delicate Chinese dishes were still steaming white.

After shaving off his beard, he looked more refreshed. Wei Chenglan touched his chin and looked at himself in the mirror. There was some fog on the mirror, making his face blurred.He didn't care, reached out and picked up the glasses on the shelf, just about to put them on, put them down again in a flash, walked out of the bathroom with only his hands in his hands.

Breakfast ended in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere. Wei Chenglan looked at his watch. Eight o'clock was approaching. He wiped his hands with a napkin, explained a few words to his girlfriend, and picked up his leather bag to go out.

As a psychiatrist, Wei Chenglan is very busy every day. It is impossible to work from [-] to [-]. In case of emergencies, he has to go to work at any time.In contrast, it seems that only breakfast is relatively stable.

He turned around and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek, the hands that intersected were tightened, and there was affection in his eyes.

The girlfriend suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned around and went back. When she came out, she had an extra pair of glasses in her hand, and put them on for him herself.When she leaned over and lowered her head, the mottled silver hair caught her sight, and she couldn't help poking it with her hands.

People with a high degree of education probably have an easier time turning gray hair, Wei Chenglan showed her a knowing smile.However, this pair of glasses doesn't seem to suit him very well. Not to mention the old-fashioned style of the black frame, it doesn't match well with his straight suit, which makes him look even more old-fashioned now.But he didn't say anything else, whispered a few words in his girlfriend's ear, then turned and walked to the elevator, and left the house.

Watching Wei Chenglan's car slowly drive out of the garage, some unshaven plainclothes squatted all night, and he hadn't finished eating the instant noodles in his hand, so he hurriedly called his colleagues outside the door to remind him of the target person and other matters.When it was over, he continued to slurp the red and oily noodles and looked at the monitoring screen on the tablet.In the screen, Wei Chenglan's girlfriend threw a bag of garbage into the trash can in the hallway, and then came back and closed the door.

Then came the stereotyped indoor scenes, a virtuous and beautiful woman doing housework and practicing yoga, making plainclothes drowsy.

Similarly, Wei Chenglan's day-to-day activities in the hospital were also being watched by hidden stakes.However, even with such strict monitoring, they did not find anything suspicious, and instead were fed dog food day by day.

The cohabitation life of Wei Chenglan and his beautiful girlfriend is simply a large-scale dog food scene, and the single Wang detectives are restless.In order to relieve the "stress", it is unavoidable to comfort each other in the channel.

For example, this person often sighs: "It's great to be rich, to be able to find such a young and beautiful girl!"

Another felt the same: "Isn't it true that a 60-year-old man can marry a 20-year-old girl."

"It's a pity that I can't see the picture in the room..."

At this time, a rough voice scolded severely: "You still want to see the room? I wrote this ideological awareness in the report!"

"Don't, don't! Just talking casually."

"Remember your identity, we are here to handle cases, not watch movies."

"Yessir!"

"It's kind of weird though, why don't they ever do it on the couch?"

"Son of a bitch, are you crazy too?"

"Haha, Ah Hai's thoughts are more evil than mine!"

"I don't mean anything else. Isn't impromptu love normal? Isn't it normal to be on the sofa, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, and on the balcony? Is it not normal to close the door and draw the curtains when you are in such a hurry? It's just telling us not to look at evil !"

"You mean we've been discovered?"

"If that's the case, then all they're doing is acting?"

I saw Ling Yunmu in the temporary dormitory of the Municipal Bureau. He was hunched over at the corner of the bed, with his hands hugging his knees, his disheveled hair drooping listlessly, trembling like a badly wounded little animal.

I felt uncomfortable in every possible way, "Mumu..." As soon as I yelled two words, I choked up my sobs.

Pushing the wheelchair closer, he found a comb on the table beside him, trying to comb his messy hair, but before he touched it, he suddenly jumped up and crawled to the other side, his back pressed tightly against the comb. On the bed frame, two big black and white eyes looked at me vigilantly.

What is the difference between him like this and three months ago?God knows how much I regret taking him back to the crime scene?

"Mumu, can you hear me?" Sitting in a wheelchair, I showed him a friendly smile, hoping to dispel his guard, "I'm going to be away for a while, and Mumu should be obedient when I'm not around. "

I don't know if I understand, but his eyes are still silently confronting me without blinking.

According to the psychiatrist, Ling Yunmu had a strong PTSD at the scene of the crime, and he would be beaten back to his original shape if he was later, that is, he would go back to three months ago and return to the most severe schizophrenia. time, quite dangerous.

But even so, Ling Yunmu's main personality still insisted on being awake, and he didn't see any sub-personality come out to relieve the pain.

Rather than saying that this does not conform to the behavior style of a patient with multiple personalities, it is better to say that it is the independence of personality that the protagonist Ling Yunmu exchanged with his tenacious will.In order to find clues to solve the case, he lived and endured all kinds of pain, seeing, hearing, and reminiscing.

His spiritual realm is an abyss, bottomless, and the master personality undoubtedly occupies an absolute "dominant" position!As long as he doesn't give in, the secondary personality can't come out casually.

I can't think about it anymore, every thought is like a steel needle piercing my chest, the pain is so painful that I can't breathe.The mental state that us normal people can easily maintain is so difficult for him.

"Mumu, come here..." I stretched out my hand to him and praised him sincerely, "Mumu is really great today, like a brave warrior!"

His eyes slowly fell to my upturned palm, staring, as if thinking about the meaning of this gesture.I continued to comfort him and encourage him with warm words... Gradually the trembling eased, and he mechanically took a small step forward.

"That's right, come here, good boy!"

There were only a few steps between us, but he walked slowly, approaching me almost step by step, still keeping a bit of guard, narrowing his eyes gradually feeling uncomfortable, and raising one hand to build a shade, as if the front The light was so strong that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Mumu, come on!"

When he was close to me, he suddenly knelt down on both knees, rubbed his face against my knees, and leaned closer, humming indistinctly.

Such Lingyun wood is really rare!

"Mumu, what did you say?"

"Hmm... light... light..." He stretched out his hands to wrap around my waist, and the weight of his upper body was all on my legs, like encountering a stove in a world of ice and snow, refusing to let go.

The leg injury was a little cracked, and I was sweating in pain, but I couldn't bear to disturb him.

"Light...warm..." He muttered to himself, buried his face deeply in my chest, like a little pet seeking warmth.

At this moment, Ling Yunmu has no edges and corners, no trembling anymore, every inch of breath sweeps into the softest corner of people's hearts.

"I...I killed someone, Uncle Policeman...I killed someone..." The terrified and helpless voice cut through the night sky in June, full of guilt and self-blame.

18 years of persistence collapsed overnight, and eventually became a mental patient.

He cried, mutilated himself, struggled, and was tortured by visual and auditory hallucinations day and night. He lived in a muddle every day, and he didn't know where he couldn't find himself.

Only in the diary can it be seen that he was once such a flesh and blood person.

With graffiti, he throws out clues little by little, leading us to find the invisible murderer.

A tragic murder case released the secondary personalities.Ren and Ben are different types of Lingyun wood. Their existence follows certain rules, and they will be punished if they cross the boundary. Even if they are free, they are still under the control of the master personality.There is no doubt that not all multiple personalities have this ability!

He was still thinking about the tasks that he couldn't complete before the personality split, and after the split personality, he used the hands of Ren to expose the abuse of children in Qinhexiang Village.

On the road of growth full of thorns, he walked alone.

"Officer Xiang, I can't let you down." He listened, watched and recalled like a moth to a flame, and finally he gave an important clue again.

"Mumu, you are no longer alone!"

Even though his eyes are closed and he looks like an ignorant little animal, I know he must hear.

His main character is really strong!

There were some footsteps outside the door, and low voices from Gaoqing City, probably urging me again.

"Mumu, I'm leaving..."

After all, at this moment, even if you are full of worries, you have to let go.

He still hugged her tightly regardless, closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to fall asleep in this position.

No matter how you called him, ordered him or begged him, he was indifferent, just refused to let go.

Hao Aiguo stood guard outside the door to prevent anyone from entering casually, and he was a little anxious to wait at this time, so he came in to have a look.

This look frightened him: "Brother, you have a wound on your leg!"

As he spoke, he walked over and picked up Ling Yunmu, unexpectedly Ling Yunmu burst into tears.