Gu Minsheng and Huo Xiaofang sat opposite an elderly man. White hair all over his head, telling his vicissitudes of life. On the incense table behind him, there is a photo frame of a young woman, whose appearance is similar to that of the man in front of him. What is not similar is the person in the frame, smiling brightly, but the old man in front of him is sad, as if he has not seen the sun for a long time.
Gu Minsheng: "Can you tell us more about Lang Qi back then?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the picture frame behind him, saying, "When she left, she divorced a man who had lost his conscience for less than three months. After the divorce, she has been very depressed, talking less and eating less. Every two weeks. I would take her to see the doctor and chat with the doctor. After that, my mood gradually improved. I was secretly happy. I drank two glasses that night. She said she wanted to walk downstairs alone, but I didn't follow.
At ten o'clock, I didn't see her back. Just as I was going out to find her, the neighbor knocked on the door.
When I reached the top of the building, she was sitting on the edge of the balcony, looking at the sky. I called her, and she turned her head and smiled at me. She said, "Dad, take care!" Tears filled the gully on the old man's face, and blue veins bulged on his forehead because of sadness.
Huo Xiaofang took out the tissue and handed it over. The old man took it and wiped it: "It was too late when I was sent to the hospital. People from the police station came to the hospital soon and asked me about Qiqi, saying that they suspected that Qiqi was not. Suicide. I didn't believe it either, but I watched her jump down with my own eyes. The police checked for a few days and didn't say anything. Then I let her go into the soil for peace."
Huo Xiaofang: "I took Lang Qi to see, do you still have the doctor's contact information?"
The old man looked at the two and shook his head: "I haven't been since Qiqi left. It's been ten years, I'm afraid it has already moved away."
Gu Minsheng: "What is the name of the psychiatrist and where did he live?"
Old man: "The last name is Luo, originally at No. 69, Tiansheng Road."
Gu Minsheng and Huo Xiaofang both drove towards Tiansheng Road. Huo Xiaofang: "Lang Qi's file contains the least content, and it doesn't even contain what her father said."
Gu Minsheng: "Her files are indeed the fewest, and her father did not report the case. The people in front of her checked for days and there was no evidence to prove that she was homicide. In the end, the case could only be closed by suicide."
Huo Xiaofang: "I hope that the doctor in my heart is still there!"
Gu Minsheng nodded: "I hope! Tang Huan was in a bad mood because of the marriage, and he was also 28 years old immediately. It is too similar to Lang Qi's situation back then. I hope we can make it in time."
Huo Xiaofang: "Brother Liao didn't see her when I went to Xiang City before, but the people at the hotel confirmed that she was there. That means Sister Huan was safe at that time."
Gu Minsheng: "The previous time Cai Liao also called to Xiang City, she answered the phone in person at the unit where she was on a business trip."
Huo Xiaofang: "Brother Liao, didn't you say this?" Gu Minsheng: "Emotionally, he might not want to say more. If it hadn't been for Tang Huan for so long and hadn't shown up, he wouldn't have divorced the two of them even more. Speak out."
Huo Xiaofang: "I went to see the doctor in my heart, and then went back to have a good talk with Brother Liao. When you are in it, your brain will definitely be blocked, and clues will be missed."
Gu Minsheng nodded: "His thoughts are a bit messy now, and his mental state has also been poor for some time recently. Do a review of what happened before and after, and see if you can find some traces."
(End of this chapter)