The benefactor is always forcing me to study

While waiting for the results from the police, Cen Zhi was in the apartment with Dr. John in class.

Originally, Cen Zhi was supposed to go back to school after "Irrelevant" was finished, but after Deng Yan's incident, Cen Zhi extended the leave time and had to wait for a result.

The flickering old doctor at the other end of the screen tapped on the table with his fingers, and brought back the wandering thoughts of the only student: "Cen?"

Cen Zhi woke up with a start and bumped into the teacher's smiling blue eyes. He was a little embarrassed, but John didn't blame him. The old doctor said calmly, "Did something happen? You're a little absent-minded."

Cen Zhi shook his head and didn't tell him about Deng Yan and Ke Heng, but John seemed to feel something, and he smiled kindly: "Psychology is a subject that tests the heart, and the same is true for psychologists. When you really become a After being a doctor, you will come into contact with many people and many things, there are very few good ones, and basically all are dark and unreasonable, and you have to pour these things into it like a bottomless pit, and then forget it.”

The old man's clear blue eyes had the ability to see through the world. He looked at Cen Zhi gently: "Cen, you need to strengthen yourself in order to be immune to all kinds of poisons. At the same time, remember not to lose your heart."

"She is a discipline used to cure diseases and save lives, not a murder weapon."

Cen Zhi was startled, the old doctor seemed to be able to see through all his thoughts, even if he didn't say a word, Cen Zhi was silent for a long time before solemnly nodding his head: "Teacher, I know, thank you."

After the professor finished, Cen Zhi cut off the video. The young boy was lying on the tatami, the sunlight filled the whole study room. He raised his arm and rested it on his forehead, and sighed heavily.

He really thought about dealing with Deng Yan with some low-level means. When he confronted Deng Yan, he forgot to turn on the recording as evidence. When he went to the police station that night, the police officers who took the case did not trust him very much. Including now, he said that he would be notified of the results of the investigation, but it was almost a week.

There was a knock on the door, Wen Qiang followed the phone and walked in, Cen Zhi was too lazy to move, and turned his head to look at the man, Wen Qiang answered the phone and hung up, then said to Cen Zhi: "Let's go, Ke Heng's case There are results."

Cen Zhi got up with a squid.

In mid-March, the grass grows and warblers fly, and there are shadows of spring everywhere, and the vibrant atmosphere infected Cen Zhi. The young boy was almost certain that Deng Yan would pay for his blood, but things backfired. The police officer who handled the case told them that they did not Find the evidence that Deng Yan induced Ke Heng to commit suicide.

Cen Zhi stood there dumbfounded: "Impossible!"

Wen Qiang pressed the boy's shoulder.

The police have done their best. They carefully investigated the relationship between Ke Heng and Deng Yan. The two were indeed trainees at the same time, and the relationship broke down. After that, Deng Yan made great strides all the way to become the current celebrity, while Ke Heng was nothing special. As an artist, but after their respective debuts, they really didn't contact each other.

Cen Zhi didn't believe it: "What about the letter? What about Deng Yan's letter to Brother Heng!"

The policeman shook his head: "There is no record at all. Any courier company has no record of their sending and receiving. There is no original version of the letter from Deng Yan. We found Ke Heng's assistant and investigated Ke Heng's relics again. Any correspondence. The most important thing is that the day you said that Cohen committed suicide was due to the receipt of the letter, but at the scene, we did not find it at all."

Cen Zhi was dumbfounded, as if he didn't understand at all.

Wen Qiang said in a deep voice, "So, this case?"

The police said with regret: "Without evidence, we cannot arrest people, and there is no doubt about the crime. Unless we can find direct evidence, Cohen's death will still be classified as a suicide."

Cen Zhi was dragged away from the police station by Wen Qiang in a daze, and the spring sunshine could not dispel the coldness lingering on his body. Cen Zhi recovered after being blown head-on by the wind, and immediately went back to find the police, but was heard by Wen Qiang Hold tight.

Cen Zhi's eyes were almost red with anger: "I don't believe it, it's impossible for Deng Yan to do these things without anyone noticing, I..." The young boy panted heavily, tears filled his eyes: "I can't let Brother Heng just do it without anyone noticing it. So dead..."

Wen Qiang grabbed Cen Zhi's shoulders: "The police will not lie to us, Deng Yan may have destroyed all the evidence, we—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Cen Zhi threw him away and walked towards the side of the road: "Then go find Deng Yan!" The young man turned his head and glanced at Wen Qiang, "Why is Brother Heng dead, and he, the murderer, is still alive!"

"Cen flag!"

Wen Qiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and beside Cen Zhi, a car was speeding up. Wen Qiang rushed over and grabbed him and pulled him into his arms. The driver was so frightened that he stepped on the brakes and poked his head out of the car window angrily. Cursing, Wen Qiang looked at the child in his arms: "Are you all right?"

Cen Zhi was stunned for a while, then shook his head dully, Wen Qiang turned to the driver and said, "I'm sorry, this is compensation, and my business card is not enough to make a call."

Wen Qiang gave Qian Qian a ride, leaving the driver with a dazed expression on his face: "..." Those who didn't know thought he was the one who was almost hit.

Wen Qiang pulled Cen Zhi back into the car, the man was expressionless, Cen Zhi later realized that Wen Qiang might be angry, he quietly looked at Wen Qiang, until Wen Qiang started the car, Cen Zhi asked dully: "Where are we going? "

Wen Qiang: "Hospital."

Cen Zhi was stunned: "I'm fine, I didn't hit me."

Wen Qiang cast a helpless glance at the obedient boy: "Aren't you looking for Deng Yan? He's in the hospital."

After "Irrelevant" was finished, Deng Yan fell ill and was hospitalized. Seasonal flu, coupled with Deng Yan's long-term irregular life and rest, led to his condition not getting better, so he simply took the opportunity to stay in the hospital for recuperation.

In the single ward on the upper floor of the hospital, Deng Yan leaned against the bed and read a book. He lost a lot of weight, and the hospital clothes were loosely worn on his body. The room was extremely quiet, as if there was no one alive.

The knock on the door broke the silence, Deng Yan looked up: "Please come in."

Cen Zhi and Wen Qiang came in.

Deng Yan was not surprised, he closed the book and put it beside his pillow: "Cen Zhi, President Wen, long time no see."

Cen Zhi didn't want to greet him, and went straight to the point: "We have already called the police."

Deng Yan: "Well, what then?"

His calm attitude was like pouring a bucket of gasoline on Cen Zhi, and Cen Zhi became even more angry: "The police know everything you have done!"

Deng Yan sighed indistinctly, and looked at Cen Zhi with pampering eyes like an elder: "You should have called the police a long time ago, and you only came to me today. It is the result of the police investigation, right?"

Cen Zhi: "..."

Wen Qiang had a face-to-face conversation with Deng Yan for the first time, and within two sentences, he knew that Cen Zhi couldn't beat Deng Yan.

Deng Yan said: "If the police conclude the case and believe that I caused Ke Heng to commit suicide, then you two are not the only ones here, so there is no evidence, right?"