Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

flower of evil in the shadows

"Wait! Wait...Hello!" Tian Jingyi trotted, but couldn't remember Yan Chen's name, so she could only shout "Hello".

She casually threw the box of cold pizza into the trash can. ①

Hearing the sound, Yan Chen turned his head and saw the woman in a nurse's uniform.

So he stopped at the same spot, waiting for the other party to catch up and stood still, and smiled slightly at the other party: "Sister."

"Uh..." The chilly wind blew on Tian Jingyi's face, blowing away the white mist she exhaled.

The noisy and noisy movements behind seem to be separated by invisible barriers, forming another illusory world.

The handsome young man in front of him, with a smile on his lips, looked at her intently with his dark eyes, like a cold robot waiting for instructions.

Tian Jingyi had goose bumps all over her body.

Emotions such as worry, pity, etc. were gone, and she was left with pure fear.

"I... I am Tian Jingyi."

There was an undetectable tremor in the woman's voice, Yan Chen's eyes were slightly startled, and he was silent for a moment: "Yes."

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Tian Jingyi shook her head stiffly: "No, I was on the phone with someone just now."

She said as she brushed away the broken hair from her ears, thankful that she put on the bluetooth headset habitually after work, even though it was actually not playing anything.

Yan Chen nodded slightly, accepted the explanation, turned and left.

Watching him go away, into the shadows at the corner of the door, Tian Jingyi quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The hospital is not far from the subway entrance... Is he going to take a taxi?

As Tian Jingyi walked, she glanced at the shadow from the corner of her eye, giving up the plan to remind the other party.

But when I saw the young man's hair blown by the wind, saw him staring at the air in a daze, and saw the loneliness around him that seemed to be solidified.

Her full emotional capacity, her ability to empathize with others, was restored.

"Oh..." Tian Jingyi took out her phone.

After wiping off the water mist on it, she called the director, asking him to help check Yan Chen's situation.

If the other party really has a history of mental illness, she will try her best to persuade him to see a doctor and take good medicine, um... this is not a joke.

...

Before being frozen into an ice sculpture, Yan Chen waited for the taxi driver.

After getting in the car, he reported a string of addresses.

Not the address of the happy community, but the address of a bar.

The driver is obviously not surprised by this, what is it to go to the bar after leaving the hospital?

He has seen people who drink alcohol with cephalosporin.

After 15 minutes, the taxi stopped slowly and left in a hurry.

Looking behind him, the colorful lights kept flickering, and the bar with a lively atmosphere, Yan Chen lowered his head and walked away from here.

On foot, he arrived at a seemingly unrelated high-end residential area across the street from the bar.

Compared with the bustling bars, this high-end community is quiet and high-end. Even at night, decent pedestrians and vehicles enter and exit it.

There are gates to enter and exit, and the security guard is not someone who can be fooled by a pack of cigarettes... But it doesn't matter, Yan Chen didn't intend to go in.

He circled the neighborhood and took steps.

In the first-tier cities, there are only a lot more pedestrians at night than during the day, even in the cold winter.

People passing by here can see a young boy wearing a long black down jacket with a thin figure, with his head down most of the time, unable to see his face clearly, walking in the shadows on the outside of the fence, brushing shoulders with them Pass.

He stopped from time to time and looked up at the top of the wall, as if comparing the height difference between the wall and himself.

Sometimes I went to the wrought iron fence again, watching the laughing children in the wide square inside and the large remote control toys in their hands.

The high-end community is brightly lit, and the warm hollow street lights shine on parents, children, old people and young people, illuminating their happy smiling faces.

No one will pay attention, and no one will notice the figure in the dark beyond the fence.

After walking around the neighborhood, Yan Chen walked back to the bar and took a taxi.

Twenty minutes later, Yanchen returned to the happy community.

Back in his bedroom, Yan Chen turned on the computer and confirmed the whereabouts of the three murderers again.

One of them fled to the provinces—and this was the most modest one.

Of the other two, one hid at a friend's house.

There is another one who lives at home with peace of mind, in a high-end community only 10 minutes away from Xingfu Community.

Yan Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, closed the computer, and fell on his back on the bed.

The next day, Yan Chen didn't go out.

The courier has delivered part of it, and he needs to assemble the ones that can be assembled first.

The rest can only be made with the help of tools, and then borrowed from friends.

Well, we say they are friends, but we should actually call them "netizens".

Although his personality is dull, Yan Chen has loved these things since he was a child.

Due to the gathering of interests, he still has several friends on the Internet for many years.

On this day, Yan Chen survived by eating takeaway.

Before going to bed, he glanced at the three-digit number displayed on the balance of his mobile phone, unmoved.

He packed up the garbage, put it at the door, and was comforted by the warm light at the entrance, and went back to his room to sleep.

Ten past seven in the morning.

There was a light snowfall last night, and it completely melted in the early morning. The weather seemed to be getting colder, and people were reluctant to go out even with them.

Xing Zhouyang pulled his scarf and went upstairs.

Seeing the garbage at the door, he couldn't help but frown first, took out the key, and opened the door.

Everything in the house looks the same as before.

The warm fabric sofa, the dusty TV set that has not been used for a long time, and the warm yellow curtains seem to be able to block the cold outside...

"Why don't you turn off the lights?"

Sighing in a low voice, Xing Zhouyang turned off the light in the entrance and put the breakfast in his hand on the dining table.

After the funeral, he has been busy with the backlog of work, and he didn't have time to see Yan Chen until today.

Xing Zhouyang doesn't like his fiancée's younger brother. After all, he has a dull temper, is always cold, doesn't talk much, and has little communication between the two parties.

But Yan Chen called him brother-in-law anyway.

Turning on the light in the living room, Xing Zhouyang walked to the door of Yan Chen's room, raised his hand and knocked.

The door was quickly opened from the inside, revealing a calm face without any sleepiness.

"Brother-in-law." Yan Chen smelled the smell of meat and green onions.

"Well, breakfast is on the table."

Yan Chen nodded, closed the door casually and went to wash up.

Xing Zhouyang, 28 years old, criminal police officer, Yan Yao's fiancé.

When Yan Chen walked out of the bathroom and came to the living room, Xing Zhouyang had already put away the clothes hanging on the balcony, and opened the outer windows to ventilate.

On the dining table are steamed buns, scallion pancakes, and two cups of soy milk.

Yan Chen chose Xiaolongbao.

When Xing Zhouyang came over and sat down opposite him, and took the cup of soy milk, Yan Chen frowned.

Xing Zhouyang noticed this keenly: "What's wrong?"

Yan Chen: "Without my sister?"

Xing Zhouyang was stunned.

He looked at Yan Chen suspiciously, as if wondering if he was joking with him.

But no... he didn't see any sign of joking.

Yan Chen seemed to feel from the bottom of his heart that since Yan Yao was still sleeping late in the room, there should be a breakfast for her on this table.

Just like before.

Xing Zhouyang's lips moved, and suddenly he didn't know what to say.

He blamed himself a little.

He knew how much Yanyao valued his younger brother, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he regarded her as his half-child.

And as Yan Yao's fiancé and Yan Chen's brother-in-law, he also has the responsibility to take care of him...

But he didn't even notice that Yan Chen had suffered such a big blow.

The scallion pancake exudes a fragrance. The owner of this shop has a very good craftsmanship, but Xing Zhouyang suddenly couldn't eat it anymore.

"You eat first, I'll make a phone call." He stood up abruptly and walked out the door.

Fortunately, there was no urgent matter at work these two days, and Xing Zhouyang successfully got approval for leave.

When he returned to the house, Yan Chen was still eating breakfast leisurely.

It seemed nothing unusual, if not... Xing Zhouyang sighed deeply in his heart.

He seemed to speak casually: "After eating, why don't you accompany me to see a doctor? Two days ago, I dealt with a case and got injured."

Yan Chen put down the soy milk cup: "I can't go."

Xing Zhouyang was taken aback for a moment, then he stood up and said calmly: "I have an appointment with a friend, please be careful."

With that said, he pulled the stool away and walked away.

Not big or small...Xing Zhouyang thought about his words and followed Yan Chen.

He watched Yan Chen open the door, and also saw the unfinished simulated wooden warehouse on the table in the room.

Xing Zhouyang's pupils narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand to block the door——Yan Chen didn't mean to lock the door, he was preparing to go out.

Xing Zhouyang knew something about his hobbies.

But he only thought that the other party liked Gundams and machines, but he didn't know that he would hide a simulated wooden warehouse... Even if it is a simulated one, this thing is illegal! ②

What's more, the one on his desk doesn't look like a simple simulated wooden warehouse at all...

Xing Zhouyang's hand by the door tightened, clenched into a fist, and then loosened.

If it was in the past, he would have given Yan Chen a severe lesson immediately and told him to hand over these things.

But now... when he was not sure about Yan Chen's mental state and ability to bear it, Xing Zhouyang found that he couldn't speak.

This is wrong, he is a criminal police officer, he has the obligation to...

Yan Chen had already put on her coat and shoulder bag, walked up to him, and was about to go out.

Looking at the expression on Xing Zhouyang's face, Yan Chen raised his hand to look at the time, glanced at him strangely, passed him by, and walked to the door of Yan Yao's room.

Xing Zhouyang watched his movements with complicated eyes.

"Dong dong dong." Yan Chen knocked on the door: "Sister, get up."

No one responded.

Under the influence of huge guilt, Xing Zhouyang finally turned his head, took a deep look at the things on the table in Yanchen's room, and raised his hand to close the door.

Then, he heard another knock on the door: "Dong dong dong."

"Sister, you are going to be late."

"Dong dong dong..."

Xing Zhouyang suddenly shuddered: As long as Yanyao didn't respond, would he keep knocking like this?

If he listens to it any more, he's going to go crazy!

"Yan Chen..." Xing Zhouyang walked over, reaching out his hand to pull Yan Chen away, forcing him to look directly at the truth.

Yan Chen had already turned the doorknob and pushed the door open.

Looking over his shoulder, Xing Zhouyang saw the warm decoration inside.

He and Yan Yao chose the sheets together, and a string of paper cranes hung beside the curtains.

On the ground were kicked slippers, which were hung on the coat rack in a hurry, and finally fell to the satchel on the ground...

Xing Zhouyang had a sore nose and temporarily lost the ability to speak, fearing that he would choke up.

Yan Chen closed the door blankly, turned around and said to him, "My sister is gone again."

"I'm going out first."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stepped away from Xing Zhouyang, his expression did not change at all.

"Wait." Xing Zhouyang stopped him: "I'll see you off, I drove over."

Yan Chen: "Okay."

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Thank you brother-in-law."

I agreed, so it seems that the person I met is fine... Xing Zhouyang heaved a sigh of relief.

The two closed the door and went downstairs, got into the car, Xing Zhouyang turned on the air conditioner, and Yan Chen gave a list of addresses.

It was a club, which was opened by the netizen he made an appointment with.

The car quickly arrived at the gate of the club.

Looking at the big characters "Hundred Steps Chuanyang Club" on the house number and the bow and arrow symbols painted next to it, Xing Zhouyang was a little relieved.

Yan Chen got out of the car and was stopped by him again: "How long do you want?"

Yan Chen estimated the time: "One hour."

Xing Zhouyang nodded: "Okay, then I'll sleep and accompany me to the hospital when you come out?"

This is the second time he has issued an escort request.

Xing Zhouyang looked at Yan Chen nervously, not sure if he would agree.

After Yan Chen nodded with a weird expression and said "OK", he quietly let out a sigh of relief: "Go."

Yan Chen looked at him for the last time, turned and left.

Xing Zhouyang rolled up the car window, lowered the seat, exhaled, picked up his mobile phone to register, and made an appointment for a two-hour psychological department.

Psychological diagnosis requires the cooperation of the patient and cannot be carried out without the patient's awareness.

If Yan Chen refuses to cooperate...

No, he's not a prisoner...well, it's a normal psychological examination—for college students who will be unemployed after graduation.

Thinking about it in his heart, Xing Zhouyang was in a daze, and really fell asleep.

He didn't get home from get off work until after eleven o'clock last night, and he would always call Yanyao on the way...

In his sleep, the man leaning on the driver's seat frowned subconsciously.

An hour later, Yan Chen walked out of the club.

His large black backpack seems to have a little more stuff in it... Xing Zhouyang raised the seat:

"Are your friends male or female? How old are you? Have you graduated? What do you do?"

"When you meet, why don't you have a meal together..."

In the back seat, Yan Chen glanced at him inexplicably through the rearview mirror, and calmly said:

"You and my sister are not married yet."

Xing Zhouyang: "..."

Xing Zhouyang silently closed his mouth.

Arriving in the hospital in silence all the way, he managed to get Yan Chen to nod and communicate frankly with the psychiatrist under the excuse of what he had thought up before.

Same hospital, emergency department.

Tian Jingyi also received the information from the director—of course, not all of them. The hospital is obliged to keep the patient's information confidential.

The other party simply told her: "He suffers from face blindness, and his sister used to be a nurse in our hospital. Your body shapes are somewhat similar."

"However, according to the situation you described, his sister has passed away... Are you his friend? I think he needs psychological intervention treatment very much."

It turned out to be face blind...

Tian Jingyi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that at least it meant that Yan Chen's psychological problems were not as serious as she imagined, and she wouldn't go up to call her sister when she saw a nurse.

But, let alone a friend, she doesn't even have the other party's contact information...

How could she persuade him to see a psychiatrist?

correct!The emergency department should have filled in his personal contact information. The person who sent him here that day sent him and left... In case of emergency, he just needs a mobile phone number, so there shouldn't be any problem.

"Jingyi! Jingyi! I need you to take it here..."

Let's go after get off work.Tian Jingyi came back to her senses: "Come here!"

Psychology.

Yan Chen and Doctor An, who was wearing glasses and a white coat, walked out of the cubicle one after another.

Xing Zhouyang hastily greeted him.

He found an excuse and asked Yan Chen to help him buy two bottles of Coke from the vending machine on the other side of this floor.

Yan Chen nodded indifferently, turned and went out.

After confirming that the footsteps were far away, Xing Zhouyang turned to look at Dr. An: "How is it? His condition."

The latter had a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and what he said was completely beyond his expectations:

"After the interview, I can confirm that the patient has a certain sense of guilt towards his sister and hates the murderer who caused his bereavement... In addition, the grief of bereavement is also within a reasonable and normal range."

"That is to say, judging from the current diagnosis results, the patient's mental state is not a big problem."

"However, has he had a more detailed psychological diagnosis before? I think it is very likely that he has..."

Doctor An couldn't finish his sentence.

Xing Zhouyang heard footsteps—more than one, the footstep belonging to Yan Chen stopped when the other person stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he heard an inquiry from outside the door: "Sister, are you here for a psychological examination too?"

"Uh..." January is the coldest time.

Even with the air conditioner in the room, the cold wind seems to be able to penetrate through the thin glass and through the cold walls.

Xing Zhouyang's heart fell into an ice cellar for a moment.

The author says:

① Don't learn, saving food is everyone's responsibility;

②Owning a simulated wooden warehouse is also illegal;

-感谢在2022-06-2922:50:39-2022-06-3023:59:19期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!