Cannon Fodder's Humanoid Plug-in

flower of evil in the shadows

Dr. An naturally heard the voice from outside the door.

He first shut up under Xing Zhouyang's prompt, and then began to doubt himself in an emotion called shock:

Had his diagnosis been wrong?

What's the matter with this man?

Dr. An pushed his glasses, and silently watched Xing Zhouyang open the door, revealing two figures outside the door.

Yan Chen and the nurse were standing opposite each other, the latter was holding a document in his hand, looking at Yan Chen with a puzzled face.

Seeing the door open, the nurse immediately seemed to see a savior.

She stuffed the information into Dr. An's hands: "This needs to be confirmed by you...it's the one from last time...Okay, I'll go first, thank you, Dr. An."

The nurse quickly finished conveying the matter in a few words, glanced at Yan Chen, lowered her head and passed him, and hurried away as if avoiding something.

Xing Zhouyang's eyelids twitched.

Yes, after all, this is the psychology department...

The nurse left, Xing Zhouyang subconsciously looked at Yan Chen.

As expected, Yan Chen obviously didn't realize that he had frightened the nurse, but instead looked after the other's back, with confusion written on his face.

It seems to be wondering: why does my sister ignore me?Why did you leave without saying hello?

Xing Zhouyang and Dr. An exchanged glances.

A while later, under Dr. An's suggestion, Yan Chen followed Xing Zhouyang to the Department of Neurology.

Along the way, Yan Chen bowed his head and remained silent, Xing Zhouyang was full of worries, and the silence spread between the two.

After registering and taking Yan Chen to queue, Xing Zhouyang hesitated to speak several times.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

At this point... Yan Chen is not a fool, there are some things that don't need to be clarified.

Sitting in the waiting area, listening to the approaching calls, when it was about to be Yan Chen's turn, Xing Zhouyang turned his head and asked, "Are you nervous?"

Yan Chen glanced at him, and looked down at his clenched fists on his knees: "You are more nervous than me."

Xing Zhouyang laughed dumbfounded.

He let go of his fist, wiped the cold sweat on his trouser legs, and stood up amidst the yelling.

It was Yan Chen's turn.

In addition to cerebrospinal fluid examination, brain MRI and other items, the two came to the psychiatric department and underwent neuropsychological examinations. ①

After this series of inspections, Xing Zhouyang spent at least a few thousand dollars.

But he didn't mean to ask Yan Chen to pay for it himself, and Yan Chen didn't ask too much.

When getting the results, he sat quietly outside obediently, bowing his head and waiting for Xing Zhouyang to finish communicating with the doctors.

After receiving all the examination materials, Xing Zhouyang took Yan Chen away with the information bag. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when he walked out of the hospital gate.

The sky was gray, and it was snowing again.

Yan Chen's bag was placed on the car, and he only held a Coke bottle in his hand.

Xing Zhouyang held up the umbrella, Yan Chen put the Coke in his pocket, and put on the down jacket and the big hood.

This down jacket...Xing Zhouyang was stunned, and recognized that he and Yan Yao bought it for Yan Chen together.

The edge of the hood is surrounded by thick top hair, which looks fluffy and warm.

Xing Zhouyang also has a similar down jacket, and Yan Yao always likes to grab his hat and squeeze it.

She said at the time that the dress, especially the hat, suited her brother very well.

It is undeniable that Yan Chen and Yan Yao actually look alike, after all they are brothers and sisters.

It's just that the similarity between the two lies more in facial features than in temperament, eyes, or expressions.

Xing Zhouyang turned his head slightly.

The fluffy and soft white top hair surrounded the pale and handsome face of the young man.

The calm and even lifeless temperament has not been neutralized or relieved in the slightest.

Just like an abyss shrouded in darkness, no matter how many lights shine on it, it can't illuminate the ink that is so thick that it cannot be melted.

Only the misty white water vapor that escaped in the air between breaths proved the fact that he was a living person, not a machine.

Xing Zhouyang turned his head and looked ahead. It didn't take long before he saw his car.

Turning on the air conditioner and waiting for the car to heat up, Yan Chen drank the second bottle of Coke in his hand.

——Xing Zhouyang didn't like to drink these things, so two bottles of Coke ended up in his stomach.

There happened to be a trash can not far away, Yan Chen thought for a while and took the umbrella: "I'll go throw out the trash."

Xing Zhouyang said yes.

Watching Yan Chen leave slowly with a Coke bottle, his eyes fell on the backpack that Yan Chen had left behind by the seat through the rearview mirror.

It takes at most 3 minutes to warm up the car, but it takes less than 2 minutes for Yanchen to go back and forth.

Putting the empty bottle into the recyclable trash can, Yan Chen shook the snow off the umbrella, and slowly returned to the car.

Through the rearview mirror, Xing Zhouyang saw him unzip the down jacket, then leaned back on the chair with his eyes closed.

Xing Zhouyang looked away, and the car started slowly.

Half an hour later, Yan Chen took out an umbrella from his backpack and followed Xing Zhouyang into a restaurant.

Xing Zhouyang didn't touch his things.

In fact, with his brother-in-law's skill and speed, he could look through the items in his backpack and restore them to their original state before he came back.

Yan Chen lowered his eyes and took the menu from Xing Zhouyang.

"Look, order what you want."

"Fish-flavored pork shreds, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, pineapple sweet and sour pork." Yan Chen was not polite.

Xing Zhou raised his eyebrows, sweet, sweet, still sweet!

The siblings have very different personalities, but their tastes are quite similar!

But thinking about the series of examination results today and the judgments of several doctors, Xing Zhouyang couldn't help thinking:

Does he really like to eat these?

Or, just imitate?

No, taste, something that is engraved on genes, may not be affected...

Xing Zhouyang couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

He felt that he had never been so tired in his life. It was more embarrassing than staying up for several days and only sleeping for two hours to investigate the case.

Taking a deep breath, Xing Zhouyang took the menu and added a dish of fried cabbage.

He didn't look at Yan Chen until the waiter left with the menu.

To be honest, engagement has no legal significance in China.

Losing the link between Yan Yao and Yan Chen, it can be said that he and Yan Chen are not related.

Even if he never contacted Yan Chen again, no one would say anything about him. After all, Yan Chen is already a college graduate and an adult.

"I communicated with several doctors..."

Even though he was thinking about the wording along the way, Xing Zhouyang found that in the end, he still didn't know what kind of beginning to explain this matter euphemistically.

Short pain is worse than long pain...

In the end, he chose to be straightforward: "The doctor confirmed that you suffer from apathy syndrome, but it is in the mild to moderate range, not serious."

What Xing Zhouyang did not say is that most of these diseases are born.

It is common in patients with schizophrenia, as well as in patients with organic brain disorders.

Yan Chen is the latter.

This disease is difficult to cure, because it is not only a disease of the mind, but also a disease of the physiology, and the disease is in the brain that is different from ordinary people.

The current level of medicine is far from enough to cure this kind of disease.

Due to the particularity of his work, Xing Zhouyang is not untouched by patients with such diseases.

There were real patients and some in disguise...in order to get rid of the crime...but this was the first time he encountered someone close to him suffering from this disease.

Yan Yao had never told him before...

Xing Zhouyang believed that she didn't hide it deliberately, maybe Yan Yao didn't know that her brother had such a disease.

Because he was acting so normal.

like now.

Yan Chen was silent for a moment, pursed his lips, and his voice became more dull than before: "I see."

He lowered his head: "Can it be cured?"

His eyes were covered by the shadow of bangs on his forehead. Judging from his performance, Xing Zhouyang felt depressed, uneasy, and even a little panic.

Just like every normal person who suddenly finds out that he has cancer.

"That's what's abnormal about him, too."

Xing Zhouyang remembered what the doctors said, and those doctors told him with serious expressions:

"We believe that this patient also has a high IQ."

"In this disease, patients lack corresponding emotional responses to external stimuli, lack expressions, and are often indifferent even to things related to themselves."

"The so-called "normal" you mentioned may just be played out by him. "

"Patients with such high IQs may have realized early on that they are different from ordinary people. After observing and learning, they can completely disguise themselves as ordinary people."

"While lacking normal emotional ability, these high IQ patients can easily be transformed into high IQ criminals."

"They don't have normal empathy, and the Three Views cannot be measured by ordinary people's standards."

If it was just as a parent, Xing Zhouyang would subconsciously hide the matter of Yan Chen's bereavement.

But at the same time, he is also a criminal policeman chasing the footsteps of criminals.

Xing Zhouyang does not want Yan Chen to have any hidden dangers.

No matter what he does to the outside world, or what the disease does to him.

Therefore, Xing Zhouyang explained in detail what happened to Yan Chen recently.

Then he asked the doctor: "He chose to pretend to be a normal person, does it mean that he can understand and accept the three views and moral concepts of ordinary people to a certain extent?"

"He recognized the wrong person, is it a hallucination or self-deception? Can this disease be treated with psychological intervention?"

Xing Zhouyang still remembers that the doctor gave him a strange look at that time.

Only now did he know that Yan Chen was still suffering from severe face blindness - Yan Yao even told him about this.

It's just that he took it as a joke... For practitioners in non-special industries, ordinary people are more or less face-blind.

In addition, several doctors also told him that Yanchen's behavior was "self-deception".

"However, considering the patient's high IQ characteristics, he should not be unaware...maybe, it's just self-indulgence."

"We have no way of confirming when this symptom will return to normal. Judging from your description, he has certain feelings for his sister...he has a good sister."

Several doctors sighed a few words, and finally told him: "Patients need patient company. For moderate to mild patients, a stable and close social relationship can prevent him from getting worse or even committing crimes."

Stable and intimate social relationships, including but not limited to family, love, friendship, teacher-student friendship...

Xing Zhouyang suddenly regretted it.

When Yanyao was still around, he should communicate more with his brother-in-law, not to mention establish a family relationship, at least become friends, right?

But it's no use regretting.

He is busy with work, and with the only spare time left, he wished to stick together with Yanyao 24 hours a day... Ahem.

With a lot of back and forth in his heart, Xing Zhouyang smiled relaxedly and said: "It can't be completely cured, but normal life is fine."

Considering the "high IQ characteristic" judged by the doctor, he did not choose to deceive Yan Chen.

He just said: "Exercise more, eat more fruits and vegetables, go out and communicate with people more, I have signed up for regular psychological counseling for you, and will send the doctor's contact information to your mobile phone later, you remember to go."

Yan Chen was stunned: "Okay."

Looking at his expression, Xing Zhouyang suddenly thought of Yanyao, whenever she saw something beyond imagination, she always showed a similar expression, like a little idiot.

Xing Zhouyang smiled and poured Yan Chen a glass of water: "Don't worry, everything will be fine as usual."

Yan Chen reached out to take the water glass, and heard him continue to say: "However, don't see a nurse again, just chase after and call sister, you really scared others today."

"Ayao has already left."

"Uh..." The water in the glass was swaying, and Xing Zhouyang had withdrawn his hand, but the glass was still standing in the middle of the table.

The fingers of the hand holding the water glass were long and slender, with well-defined joints. He saw that hand gradually clenched, as if a little more force could crush the glass.

He saw the young man raised his head, revealing the deep black pupils under his bangs, and a smiling face:

"What are you talking about, brother-in-law?"

"I'm going to tell my sister that you cursed her."

Xing Zhouyang also clenched his fists tightly, even if his heart softened for a moment.

But he didn't agree with it, and he didn't want to see Yan Chen indulge himself and deceive himself any longer!

"Don't deceive yourself!" Xing Zhouyang said in a deep voice.

"If you do this, you will only hurt yourself and others!"

Yan Chen restrained his smile and looked at him coldly: "Who did I hurt?"

"Give it to me, give it to your sister!"

"You and my sister are not married yet."

"We're engaged."

"Engagement, legal recognition?"

"Okay, then your sister, if A Yao is still alive, would she want to see you like this?" Xing Zhouyang suppressed his anger.

Immediately, he noticed that Yan Chen, who had always been calm, had a flash of sullenness on his face:

"Then let her come back to life and let her scold me!"

Xing Zhouyang: "..."

Yan Chen had already stood up supporting the table, with a sullen face: "I'm not hungry, I'm going home." Saying that, he was about to leave.

Xing Zhouyang: "Your bag is still in my car."

Of course the car door is locked... Yan Chen paused.

Xing Zhouyang: "I'll take you back after eating."

Yan Chen sat down calmly, removed the plastic film from the packaging of the bowls and chopsticks, and scalded them with hot water.

When he was in high school, he didn't have much chance to come out to eat and iron the dishes. When Xing Zhouyang and Yanyao were in love, he took him to the restaurant and watched Yanyao teach him.

I remember this clearly, Xing Zhouyang loosened his brows and let out a low laugh.

Yan Chen raised his head upon hearing the sound, and glanced at him.

Xing Zhouyang quickly explained: "I didn't laugh at you, I just remembered..."

He didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and the air slowly returned to silence.

A few minutes later, when the waiter brought the dishes, Xing Zhouyang broke the dead silence: "I apologize to you."

Yan Chen: "No need."

Xing Zhouyang: "You also have to apologize to me. A Yao and I have been in love for six years. If it weren't for you, we would have been married long ago."

Yan Chen: "..."

Xing Zhouyang: "Look, I know you're sad, but I'm no less sad than you... It doesn't matter if you want to pretend that she's still there, but don't call other people's sisters anymore."

Yan Chen: "Understood...brother-in-law."

Xing Zhouyang smiled: "You didn't regard me as your brother-in-law just now."

Yan Chen ignored him this time.

The dishes he ordered were served one after another. Half of the fish-flavored shredded pork, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, and sweet and sour pork with pineapple went into his stomach.

Xing Zhouyang ate very Buddhistly at first, and when he was almost full, he filled a bowl full of rice, and swept away the rest of the food with a calm expression.

After eating, Xing Zhouyang sent Yan Chen home.

After he left the Xingfu community, Yan Chen went to get the rest of the courier, and emptied all the things in the backpack.

Then, he took out his mobile phone, sent a message to Xing Zhouyang, and borrowed 600 yuan.

Seeing the letter, Xing Zhouyang raised his eyebrows slightly.

No matter whether to borrow or not, this kid... He readily transferred 1000 yuan to Yan Chen.

Then I received a simple reply: Thank you brother-in-law.

After receiving the transfer, Yanchen opened the high-speed rail ticketing software and bought three tickets to province D at different time slots.

—This is also the place where the murderer who fled to the provinces is currently hiding.

Later, he settled for dinner by takeaway.

It gets dark early in winter, looking at the darkening night outside the window, Yan Chen puts on his coat, packs his tools, carries his laptop on his back, organizes his bank cards, mobile phones, ID cards, etc., changes his underwear, and takes a taxi to go out.

Twenty minutes later, Yan Chen arrived at the bar he had been to before.

In the dark, he walked to the high-end residential area across the street.

Among the three murderers, the family is the most powerful, and a man named "Lu Hongjie" lives here.

Lu Hongjie, 32 years old, 1.7 meters four, obese.

After several days of observation, Yan Chen has figured out the opponent's trajectory.

Except for hanging out with friends during the day, Lu Hongjie likes to go to bars, barbecue stalls, and KTV parties with his friends in the evening, and go home between 10:30 and [-] o'clock in the evening.

However, after the previous incident, his family seemed to have certain restrictions on him.

The latest time for Lu Hongjie to return home was between ten o'clock and eleven o'clock in advance.

The east gate is for vehicles, while the south gate is for vehicles and pedestrians.

Lu Hongjie likes to drink, and often asks people to park the car at the south gate—maybe his home is closer to this side.

Before arriving at the south gate, Yan Chen checked the time, turned on the computer, and temporarily blacked out the monitoring of the entire Guangming District—it would take at least three hours to be manually restored.

Afterwards, Yan Chen put the computer back into his backpack, and walked into the south gate of the high-end community in the dark, in the shadow of several green trees.

He began to wait patiently.

The cold wind of the winter night is blowing, blowing past the fountain that stopped at the door without knowing when, blowing past the sculpture-like shadows behind the trees.

At [-]:[-], Yan Chen saw the target's license plate.

As he expected, the car stopped at the door.

A fat, drunk man in his 30s stepped out of the co-pilot.

He was wearing thick clothes that swelled like a ball, but his neck was pulled down and exposed due to the heat of drunkenness.

He waved goodbye to the substitute driver and friends in the car, and gave a few instructions.

His hands quickly clenched into fists from the cold.

His hands were also fat and bulging like steamed buns, so his fists were much bigger than normal.

It's hard to imagine how painful it would be to be hit by such a fist.

Yan Chen's eyes darkened as he watched the car turn and leave.

He raised his arm, silently, and raised the wooden warehouse in his hand.

Woo-woo-the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated twice.

Yan Chen aimed at the white and tender neck like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

After being perfectly silenced, the bullet rushed out soundlessly, and penetrated into Lu Hongjie's aorta with precision.

Bleeding.

Amidst the painful wailing, Yan Chen turned around and walked away slowly, taking out his cell phone.

The three characters "Xing Zhouyang" were written on the caller ID, and he pressed to connect.

"what's up?"

A slightly distorted voice came from the receiver, and Xing Zhouyang's heart sank slightly.

He was acutely aware of something.

This tone...is different from Yan Chen's habits, it reminds him of the criminals he interrogated, the hidden excitement and madness when he asked the criminal why he committed the crime and the other party told him with a smile: "For fun" tone of voice.

Xing Zhouyang tried to tell himself not to be suspicious: "Where are you?"

Then he heard the wind and heard Yan Chen whisper: "On the balcony."

Xing Zhouyang raised his heart: "Not in a good mood? Don't catch a cold."

"It's okay." Yan Chen whispered, dismantled the wooden warehouse, and put it back into the backpack.

He continued: "I just suddenly felt..."

After a pause, Yan Chen raised the corner of his mouth: "Brother-in-law, I'm such a failure."

The author says:

①Examination items for emotional apathy on the Internet, including cerebrospinal fluid examination, EEG, brain CT, brain MRI, and neuropsychological examination.

However, after specific inquiries, I found that some of the previous inspection functions are somewhat repetitive, so I will not write them in detail. If you have similar needs for medical treatment, please follow the doctor's advice.

Others: refuse to break the law and commit crimes, start with me;

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