The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

Sitting on the top of the wall, Bai Su looked down at Zheng Tan who stretched out his arms towards him, and asked nervously, "Do you really want to dance?"

Zheng Tankuang nodded: "Hurry up, don't be afraid, I will follow you."

So you said that the foolproof method is like this, dare you not to be so foolish? !

More than half of the patients in Qingshan Hospital are psychiatric patients. In order to prevent them from running around, the courtyard wall was built much higher than other places, a full two and a half meters. Bai Su was on top of it, surrounded by the chilly night wind. As soon as it blows, it suddenly falters.

Seeing the other party's appearance about to cry, Zheng Tan encouraged: "It's okay, put it down, brother is here, I won't hurt you, don't worry, jump boldly!"

He speaks so eloquently that he looks extremely reliable.

So Bai Su believed it.

1 minute later.

Bai Su shook his buttocks, the soft pads under his body felt very comfortable to sit on, he nodded, and said, "Well, it's true that there is no injury."

"Little ancestor..." Zheng Tan tried to raise his body, turned his head to look at him, "Can we move to another place first?"

Bai Su got up to drive away, Zheng Tan stood up, patted the dust off his body, and said to Bai Su, "Let's go."

The two walked slowly along the path around the hospital. There are many weeds around here, and there are few taxis. People have already come out, and they are not in a hurry. At this moment, Bai Su wanted to relax again, so the two chatted while walking. up.

I don't know who started the conversation, but shortly after, they turned the topic back to Meng Jia's murder case.

"Actually, you've discovered it too, right?" Zheng Tan smiled meaningfully, his gaze wandered lightly around Bai Su's face, and he joked casually, "Doctor Liao seems to have a lot of secrets."

Bai Su's strides froze in mid-air, he paused for a while, then he stared at Zheng Tan, and said in a very serious tone: "Dr. Liao is very good to me." So it is impossible for Liao Qingsen to frame him his business.

"Yes, I agree with that." Zheng Tan nodded, holding a cigarette between his fingers and putting it into his mouth. Against the faint light of the fire, the smile on that face became more intriguing, "But, the wound on Meng Jia's body is smooth. Neat, the murderer is obviously a person who is good at using knives, guess what kind of identity the murderer has, so that he has the opportunity to come into contact with knives frequently?"

"Killer? Soldier? Butcher?..." Bai Su tried to refute his words with an example, and said in a panic, "Can't these people do it?"

"Of course." Zheng Tan first smiled, and then suddenly increased his tone, "But don't forget, not every butcher in this world has the courage to kill, let alone be clean and resolute when killing people, without any hesitation. Hesitation, and the military is strictly controlled, you know they have no reason to embarrass a little girl with no background, as for the killer..."

He burst out laughing and teased, "Do you think you're making a movie now?"

Bai Su was crushed by his words, lowered his head dejectedly, and said softly, "Didn't you say that the fruit knife has only my fingerprints?"

Zheng Tan frowned: "This is also my biggest headache, but I seem to have some ideas recently."

Bai Su suddenly opened his eyes wide, "What is it?"

"Did you know that there is a movie about a psychiatrist on the Internet recently?" Zheng Tan stopped and looked at Bai Su with his head tilted, his handsome facial features looming in the darkness, "The content is very interesting. It is about three men conspiring to commit adultery. Killed a girl and dumped her body in the wilderness, the girl had no relatives, the police didn't care too much, the case was finally settled, and the three men continued to escape justice."

Bai Su fell into a fascination unknowingly, and hurriedly asked: "What happened next?"

Zheng sighed: "Many years later, these three men have achieved fame and status, but at this moment, they suddenly began to have nightmares, became more and more irritable, had hallucinations, and could not distinguish between reality and dreams. , they started killing people in public, and of course they thought they were dreaming."

Bai Su realized something, and asked thoughtfully, "Why did they do this?"

"Because of a psychiatrist, he hypnotized them, gave them various psychological hints, and led them to commit crimes without leaving any trace."

Dark night.

The surroundings were too quiet, just enough for Bai Su to hear Zheng Tan's faint sigh and those barely audible words.

Zheng Tan said: "Before Liao Qingsen entered Qingshan Hospital, he was a very good psychologist."

The person who did the physical examination for Bai Su was an old doctor who had practiced for decades, was very authoritative, had his own private clinic, and had a good friendship with Zheng Tan in private, so he agreed to help.

The old doctor drew blood for Bai Su, while Zheng Tan was anxious and asked, "How is it? When will the results be available?"

"What's the rush, the test report won't come out until tomorrow, and you've been tossing around for a long time, you take him to the side to have something to eat first." The old doctor said, while secretly winking at Zheng Tan.

Zheng Tan's heart moved, he hurriedly took Bai Su to the lounge next door, gave him some snacks, then went back to the consultation room under the pretext of going to the bathroom, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter?"

The old doctor had a heavy expression on his face, and he said hesitantly: "When I took his blood just now, I found that there seems to be something wrong with his blood, but I'm not sure, forget it, let's wait until tomorrow's test report comes out." Bar."

Zheng Tan rolled his eyes, and his tone was a little impatient: "What report are you waiting for? Can't you believe me? Tell me quickly, what do you see?"

The old doctor said: "Someone is feeding him sleeping pills, and it seems that it has not been a day or two."

Sleeping pills?Zheng Tan's heart skipped a beat. He thought of Bai Su's inexplicable sleepiness recently. On the night of Meng Jia's accident, he also said that he fell asleep suddenly. Could it be that someone really gave him sleeping pills?

But why this medicine?

If the murderer is really that person, he can use the psychological knowledge he has learned to control Bai Su's emotions and achieve the purpose of killing someone with a knife. Wouldn't the chance of being exposed be smaller if he did that?

Before he could come up with an answer, the old doctor suddenly dropped another bomb on him, which made him dizzy.

The old doctor stared at him very puzzled and said, "You said your friend has some mental problems, but why does he look normal to me?"

Yes, in all fairness, how does Bai Su behave like a madman?Zheng Tan was startled, if it wasn't for preconceived ideas, who would think that Bai Su is a lunatic?

Then, if Bai Su is a normal person, why does he keep pretending to be crazy?

Zheng Tan suddenly felt that he was getting more and more confused, he could no longer see the current situation clearly.

It was already late at night when we returned to the hospital, Liao Qingsen was worried about them, so he waited in Bai Su's ward until he saw them.

Zheng Tan took a deep look, then left without saying a word.

The next morning, Liao Qingsen combed Bai Su's hair as usual.

"Heh, what an affectionate picture, did I come at the wrong time?" Someone at the door smiled and teased, but there was obvious malice in the tone.

These words were really harsh, Bai Su followed the voice and looked over.

Same as last time, Han Wenxuan was wearing a pure white suit, a light blue shirt, and a beautiful bow tie around his neck. Even his black hair had been meticulously styled. He really looked like a nobleman. .

What was surprising was that he was holding a bouquet of fiery red roses in his hand. There seemed to be dozens of bright red clusters.

Because of what happened last time, Liao Qingsen hated Han Wenxuan very much. When he saw him coming in, he couldn't help saying coldly, "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm here to visit an old friend." Han Wenxuan smiled slightly, exuding a gentle and refined temperament. If he hadn't been nearly strangled to death by this man, Bai Su would probably have a good impression of him. Of course, it was only if.

"Thank you Mr. Han for your kindness. Asu needs to rest more, please go back." Liao Qingsen didn't want him to come into contact with Bai Su, noticed his movements, and hurriedly stepped forward to separate the two.

"Really?" Han Wenxuan shook his head regretfully, seeing that Bai Su didn't seem to want to talk to him, he stopped and said, "Doctor Liao really don't need to be too nervous, I have no other intentions, just leave after delivering the flowers. "

As he spoke, he passed the rose across Liao Qingsen, and it just stopped at the tip of Bai Su's nose.

Then, Bai Su's expression changed suddenly, and he started to sneeze uncontrollably. He took a step back in embarrassment, and while pushing the bouquet of roses with his hands, he shouted loudly: "Take it away! Take it away quickly!"

Liao Qingsen looked at Bai Su who had retreated to the balcony, his eyes changed several times, and finally he looked back at Han Wenxuan, and said firmly, "You did it on purpose." Although he said firmly, he was still somewhat puzzled. When Bai Su was admitted to the hospital before, he did a series of tests, and it was not found that he was allergic to roses.

Han Wenxuan stared blankly at Bai Su. After a long time, he didn't know what he thought of. He suddenly laughed out loud, wanton and crazy, almost burst into tears, and kept muttering: "I knew it, I just knew it." I know...how did you die..."

The voice was full of joy and pleasure, and anyone who heard it would understand that Han Wenxuan was really happy at this moment.

"You know, don't you?" Liao Qingsen asked, staring into his eyes.

Han Wenxuan managed to stop laughing, the whole person was still extremely relaxed, so he didn't mind answering his words, and said with a smile: "Know what?"

"Know that he has schizophrenia?" Liao Qingsen said the word schizophrenia very softly and slowly, as if it was held between his lips and slowly spit out, with a trace of hesitation and uncertainty.

"No, no, of course not!" Han Wenxuan was excited, "He's fine, he doesn't have any illnesses."

Liao Qingsen's face was a little ugly, and he murmured in a low voice: "It really isn't..."

However, Han Wenxuan caught it very keenly, and he suddenly showed a secretive smile, and uttered a word in a very soft voice.

But to Liao Qingsen, these words were like a bolt from the blue.

Han Wenxuan said, "Didn't you notice? His body is carrying the souls of two people."