Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

Luo Zhenduo's people carefully inspected the vehicle, and after confirming that there were no other threats, they stepped forward to pick up the bottle opener.

It was a very common bottle opener, and anyone who liked to drink foreign wine would have one or two on hand.

When Zhuang Baihua saw that thing, he remembered when Chi Yue went to Luo's house for the first time, Xiyin hid the bottle opener in the chair, and poked Chi Yue's thigh with the pointed end.

First the pen, then the corkscrew, all related to Xiyin.

If he hadn't known that Xiyin was abroad, Zhuang Baihua would have suspected that he was the one who personally set up agencies to deal with Chi Yue.

All Xiyin wanted was for Chi Yue to bleed.

Zhuang Baihua began to hesitate after thinking about it, is Xiyin really abroad...

Zhuang Baihua looked at Chi Yue, and Chi Yue's expression was not good.

In the end, I couldn't find any clues about that person.

After the man placed the pen in the elevator, he quickly installed a bottle opener on Zhuang Baihua's car. The car was parked at the driver's place all the time, and he quickly transferred between two locations. The speed was really shocking.

What a mental and physical strength.

Even after the investigation, Zhuang Baihua still had a psychological shadow and called a car to come over again.

The two were sitting in the car, Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but said to Chi Yue: "Is this stimulating him?"

Chi Yue looked out of the car window in a daze, but didn't hear Zhuang Baihua's question.

"Little Moon?"

Chi Yue snapped back to her senses, looked at Zhuang Baihua, and said, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Zhuang Baihua was worried: "Why is it a pen and a bottle opener?" That person's behavior had already begun to develop in an incomprehensible direction.

Chi Yue twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "No one can understand the crazy thinking." After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked out of the car again.

After that, there was still no progress, and the whereabouts of the man could not be traced. The man monitored Chi Yue at all times, but no camera captured his image.

Zhuang Baihua couldn't feel at ease sitting in the office, and looked up from time to time to check around to make sure that there was no one in the room.

Zhuang Baihua felt uneasy and called Luo Zhenduo.

"Are you sure Xiyin is still abroad?" He went straight to the point and asked Luo Zhenduo.

Although it was impossible, he was afraid that Xiyin would sneak back to the country.

Luo Zhenduo paused on the other end of the phone and said, "Sure, someone is watching him over there."

"Then why are there pens and bottle openers?" Zhuang Baihua was puzzled.

The directivity of these two things is too obvious, it must have something to do with Xiyin.

Luo Zhenduo also understood this situation, but also didn't understand, he thought for a moment and said, "I'll call Xiyin myself, chat with him, and find out what's going on."

When Luo Zhenduo came back from inquiring about the situation, he told Zhuang Baihua that Xiyin was normal abroad and had no contact with suspicious people.

"He just keeps spying on Xiaoyue's news, and doesn't care about other things." Luo Zhenduo said wearily.

Xiyin still doesn't understand that as long as he still has unreasonable thoughts about Chi Yue, Luo Zhenduo will not let him go back to China.

Zhuang Baihua was not at ease when he heard the news that Xiyin had never returned to China.

If it was really Xiyin, it would be simpler.

He could only reassure Luo Zhenduo: "This kind of thing can only be left to time."

Luo Zhenduo smiled after hearing this.

Zhuang Baihua suddenly remembered that he had said something like "give me time", and was a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "Lao Luo, I..."

Luo Zhenduo seemed to know what he was going to say, interrupted him like last time, and said: "I didn't agree with Xiaoyue moving to your place, but I couldn't stop him."

He said slowly: "At first, I wanted to follow along, and even wanted to rent the house downstairs from you."

Zhuang Baihua was startled, let's go, are you going to make the situation more complicated?

Luo Zhenduo understood Zhuang Baihua's thoughts through the phone, chuckled lightly, and said, "Don't worry, I just thought about it and didn't put it into practice."

Zhuang Baihua secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Luo Zhenduo added: "Are you thinking 'great'?"

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, now you're thinking that you won't dare to call me again." Luo Zhenduo said lazily, feeling Zhuang Baihua's psychology very thoroughly.

"Anyway, Xiaoyue is with you, please be careful."

Zhuang Baihua quickly said, "I know."

Both the apartment and the company have strengthened security. People are on duty 24 hours a day. Every time the car is used, it will be checked in advance to ensure that there is no leak.

Zhuang Baihua turned down several business trips, fearing that something might happen midway, while Chi Yue spent every day by Zhuang Baihua's side, either at the company or following him back to the apartment.

At night, Chi Yue still slept on the same bed with Zhuang Baihua.

Chi Yue's mental state was up and down, occasionally sitting there gloomy, not knowing what she was thinking, when Zhuang Baihua talked to him, he was very normal, even too normal, always joking.

When did Chi Yue's character become so lively.

Zhuang Baihua has long lost the little white flower filter to Chi Yue, knowing that he is neither weak nor has a good temper, he is not a cheerful person in nature.

Because of this incident, Zhuang Baihua called Dr. Zhao to ask what happened to Chi Yue.

Dr. Zhao said that Chi Yue was struggling.

Zhuang Baihua was puzzled: "What are you struggling with? I thought everything was getting better."

Dr. Zhao explained: "Just like people who have just left the battlefield will still subconsciously be vigilant, Chi Yue lacks a sense of security, and suddenly tells him that he is safe, he will subconsciously doubt it, but think it shouldn't be like this, so he behaves contrary to his actual personality move."

Zhuang Baihua pinched his brows, and he knew that Chi Yue's heart disease could not be solved with a few words.

"At this time, we need to continue to pay attention to his state, so that he is sure that he is safe, and he will be fine after he gets used to it."

Zhuang Baihua heaved a sigh of relief, he could still do it.

Dr. Zhao followed up with a turning point: "But if something happens to hit him again at this time, the psychological defense he is building will completely collapse, and it will be difficult to rebuild in the future."

Zhuang Baihua thought to himself, the only threat now is the fifth paranoid boss, so it is better to find him as soon as possible.

Zhuang Baihua had told Dr. Zhao about Chi Yue's being followed before, and this time he continued to ask, asking if Dr. Zhao had any suggestions.

"The psychology of a stalker is also very complicated. According to the current situation, this stalker has feelings of admiration for Chi Yue, and hopes to build an intimate relationship with Chi Yue, so he will interfere in the life of the victim, hoping to participate in important events such as birthdays." day, symbolizes the sharing of the victim's intimacy."

It sounded really disgusting, Zhuang Baihua asked: "Can we infer what kind of person this person is from his behavior? We can find someone based on his characteristics and narrow down the search scope."

He thought for a while and said, "Just like in the TV series, criminal profiling?"

Dr. Zhao smiled: "It can only be said that it is helpful to a certain extent, but it cannot play a decisive role. Mr. Zhuang, you have used such powerful technical personnel to carry out anti-tracking, but you can't find anyone. You only rely on psychological speculation to determine The object is too illusory."

Zhuang Baihua also understood this point, he rushed to the doctor in a hurry.

Fortunately, Dr. Zhao still said: "However, this type of stalker has a common feature, that is, their social skills are very low."

Zhuang Baihua was taken aback for a moment: "Low social skills?"

Doctor Zhao said: "Yes, think about it, if a well-rounded person needs to show his admiration by secretly stalking? It is not enough to pursue directly. It is precisely because he is afraid of socializing and does not dare to deal with people that he makes such a move. stalking."

Zhuang Baihua instantly sketched an image of an introverted and dark hacker in his mind.

A gloomy man is sitting in a dark room with a computer in front of him, and a surveillance video is playing on the computer screen.

He stretched out his dry and pale hands, danced on the keyboard, and quickly wrote a tracking program.

Zhuang Baihua closed his eyes, threw the imaginary image out of his mind, and continued to ask: "What about the pen and bottle opener?"

Dr. Zhao has treated Xiyin and knows about Xiyin's situation, but she is not sure what the relationship between the tracker and Xiyin is.

"It may be pure imitation." Dr. Zhao said, "More behaviors are needed to judge his pattern."

"I see. Thank you, Dr. Zhao." Zhuang Baihua hung up the phone after chatting with Dr. Zhao.

He wondered inexplicably, whether this call would be monitored or not, he was getting nervous.

Although Chi Yue lived in Zhuang Baihua's house, he was not at the company all the time. He was still a student and had to take classes.

Chi Yue didn't come today, so Zhuang Baihua went back alone.

Zhuang Baihua's mind was full of broken clues, thinking about "stalker" for a while, thinking about Dr. Zhao's words for a while, and thinking about the meaning of "killing" in Chi Yue's mouth.

Having a headache from thinking too much, Zhuang Baihua rubbed his forehead and walked downstairs to the company.

Because of the stalker incident, the company has stepped up security, and the entrance is heavily guarded.

Every time Zhuang Baihua passed by the gate post at the entrance of the company, he would subconsciously look for the little security guard with the scar on his head.

It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that the little security guards are more familiar, and he helped them when the company's power went out.

I didn't see the little security guard today, but another big security guard was standing at the door.

Since the start of guarding, there are usually two people on duty at the door, Zhuang Baihua asked casually, "Why is there only one person?"

Seeing the CEO's questioning, the big security guard said nervously, "Xiao Song is not feeling well, I'll ask him to sit next to him."

"Xiao Song?" Zhuang Baihua remembered that the little security guard was called Song Yu.

Zhuang Baihua took a few more steps to the side, and sure enough, he saw the little security guard sitting behind the company's green plants, with his head down and his chest pressed.

Zhuang Baihua walked over and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The security guard named "Song Yu" heard someone questioning, shook his body, and raised his head in panic.

Because he didn't wear a security helmet, the scar on his forehead was instantly exposed.

His face was pale, his head was covered with sweat, his black hair stuck to his skin, and he looked a bit miserable, only the scar on his forehead and his lips were as bright red as blood.

When Song Yu saw Zhuang Baihua, she subconsciously searched for her own hat. Zhuang Baihua distracted him and asked, "If you don't feel well, please take leave and go back."

"It's nothing." Song Yu really gave up looking for a hat, and whispered back to Zhuang Baihua.

As he spoke, he pressed his hands on his chest and frowned.

Seeing that his complexion was really bad, Zhuang Baihua asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Yu shook his head lightly, his eyes were wet, pale and fragile.

Zhuang Baihua sized him up, somehow feeling that this little security guard seemed to be looking better.

Maybe it's a matter of temperament. In the past, he was always timid and had low self-esteem. Now he is still silent, but he gives people the feeling of quietness and elegance.

Pressing his heart lightly, his face was pale, his whole body was sweating profusely, and there was actually a kind of weak coquettishness.