It might be too early, Dr. Sun did not reply, and Minister Fu was also taken away by a phone call. Comrade Lu Xiaohe was experienced, she immediately contacted her boss and got the answer "you can rest."
"Let's go to the staff lounge and sleep for another seven hours." She rubbed her eyes frantically.
"Breakfast..." Zhong Cheng said still struggling, "and lunch..."
Yin Ren: "I'll bring it to you."
"I don't want to eat. I want to sleep." Lu Xiaohe yawned again, "Don't wake me up."
"no problem."
Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng said that they had stayed in the visitor lounge before, and he had never been to the legendary "staff lounge".
As the name suggests, the employee lounge is specially built for each action group to rest after the mission - after all, many people live some distance away from the company, and it is not troublesome enough to commute back and forth, and it is not convenient to move into temporary dormitories.
After seeing the lounge in person, Yin Ren felt refreshed.
Sleeping here is much better than sleeping on a folding bed.
Taking space utilization into consideration, the density of beds here is a bit like that of a hospital ward, with beds very close to each other. Yin Ren stretched out on the bed for a while, then turned over with interest.
"Uh-huh."
If this person had any hostility towards him, Yin Ren didn't sense it at all. Even when he was getting a haircut and the sharp razor slid across his neck, Yin Ren didn't feel any malice from Zhong Chengshuo... If he had to say it, he only detected an emotion similar to "fighting spirit".
[Finally achieved success: What should I do?]
"Beef with garlic sauce, bean curd and vegetables, rice, and sugar-free yogurt." Zhong Cheng said as he listed the dishes carefully.
Just like now, although Zhong Cheng said that he would show some vigilance towards himself, there was no fear in that vigilance, only pure alertness and uneasiness.
Yin Ren squatted beside the bed, his arms pressed on the edge of the bed, and the soft mattress was pressed into a dent. His face was only half an arm away from Zhong Chengshuo's face, and their breathing was clearly audible. And that dent made the mattress tilt slightly, like some kind of gravity.
Zhong Cheng said: "… a carrot veggie bun, two boiled eggs and lean meat porridge, or something similar."
Zhong Cheng said to turn over. Just as he was about to protest, he met Yin Rensheng's smiling eyes.
[Finally it comes to fruition: Maybe I really do have some psychological problems.]
[Let me see your heart: Oh?]
Zhong Cheng shook his head and checked the bedside cabinet. After making sure that there was Shi'an's uniform in the cabinet, he slowly fell onto the bed.
Eight single beds were placed against the wall, divided into two areas for men and women by a movable screen. Considering the number of members in the nine special teams, only four beds had mattresses and sheets.
Zhong Cheng said he pushed back suddenly, trying to create some distance, but he almost fell off the single bed.
The smile in Yin Ren's eyes deepened. This person is simply too funny, Lord Ghost King thought happily.
He thought Zhong Chengshuo would lie straight, but he turned his back to him and bent over like a shrimp. He didn't know if it was because he was not used to the environment or what, but Zhong Chengshuo's breathing did not slow down for a long time, and it was obvious that he was still awake.
"..." Zhong Cheng said silently, turned around and faced Yin Ren with his back again.
The staff lounge is warm and clean, with soft earth tones as the main color, and the curtains are very light-proof. It is daytime outside, but the room is as dark as night, with only a night light on at the bedside, and the temperature and humidity are just right.
Thousands of years ago, there were definitely many people who wanted to deal with him. Some of them got along well with him at first, and then tried to stab him in the back. None of them was like what Zhong Cheng said... scheming but not smart.
Yin Ren quietly slipped out of bed and leaned over to Zhong Cheng's bedside and said, "Hey, what do you want for breakfast?"
Yin Ren was in a good mood: "Go to sleep quickly, we still have to work in the afternoon."
Sun Qi'an replied to him a few minutes ago. Zhong Cheng said that he thought about it for a moment and decided to continue the conversation immediately.
[Finally Successful: Hello, Dr. Sun, I would like to consult you about psychological issues.]
[Finally achieved success: Are you talking about symptoms? I happen to have a friend with similar symptoms, can I ask him for reference?]
"Then I'll have a vegetable and tofu bun, two boiled eggs, and beef porridge with scrambled eggs."
"Yes, yes, I understand."
"real."
[Let me see your heart: either you tell me the situation first, and I will introduce you to someone who is good at the corresponding aspect. ]
She fell asleep in two seconds.
[Let me see your heart: Don't worry, I have passed the psychological counselor certificate exam.]
"Order something nice. It's my treat."
"I understand. Grilled wagyu beef on a teppanyaki plate, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, rice, and sugar-free yogurt. I'll take the liberty of adding some honeydew melon." Yin Ren responded in a whisper.
[Let me see your heart: ... you asked.]
Zhong Cheng said it was not surprising at all.
Lu Xiaohe ran straight to the women's area. She threw herself onto a bed and casually dropped her shoes. "Good night, comrades."
Sun Qi'an, the "King of Medicine" of B University, was a doctoral student in medicine and a well-known textual research maniac. Even Zhong Chengshuo, who was oblivious to the world outside, had heard of his brilliant deeds. Even if he needed to consult about accounting, Sun Qi'an might be able to pull out a CPA certificate.
The Ghost King had had enough of playing with his partner, so he stood up with satisfaction and rushed to the cafeteria. Zhong Chengshuo squinted his eyes and glanced at the empty bed next to him - his body was very sleepy, but his mind was unusually clear.
Without Yin Ren, the only sound in the room was Lu Xiaohe's steady breathing. Zhong Cheng took out his phone and checked WeChat messages again.
"I'm just not used to talking to people while lying down." Zhong Cheng explained, still swaying on the edge of the bed, about to fall.
Come to think of it, the last time they slept together was in a hotel outside Shi'an.
"What about lunch?"
[Finally: I have a friend.] In order to ensure the authenticity, he paused for a moment.
[Let me see your heart:…] Sun Qi'an replied him with a string of ellipsis, probably to indicate that she was listening.
[Finally it came to fruition: My friend recently has a person he really cares about, and for some objective reasons, he must observe the other person carefully. ]
[Let me see your heart: observe?]
[Finally: Yes, he needs to observe the other person's character to ensure that he will not harm society.]
[Finally, he succeeded: He had observed many similar objects, but this one was a little special. When he was in contact with the other party, he would occasionally experience symptoms such as increased heart rate and facial heat. During rest time, his attention would always turn to the object of observation.]
[Let me see your heart: Sometimes, you may not be nervous, but sound more like you like someone. ]
[Finally: Absolutely impossible, they are different species.]
[Let me see your heart: ???]
[Finally: I have seen cross-species mating behavior. Those animals generally have a period of sexual intercourse, they either vent their emotions, or they are forced to be locked together by humans or come into frequent contact with humans, which leads to species recognition problems.]
[Finally it came true: My friend never had a climax, and definitely had no problems recognizing species.]
[Let me see your heart: … … … … … … … … … …]
[Let me see your heart: Zhong Cheng said, classmate, your thoughts jump too much. Some people like cats and dogs, some like spiders and reptiles, and some even like large beasts. It is very normal to like something across species. Maybe he just likes the object of observation. Of course, if there is a physiological impulse, you can ask your friend to register for a psychological consultation. ]
Zhong Cheng curled up in disappointment and continued typing.
If possible, he doesn't want to leave too many personal traces in the public domain. The "characteristic leakage" of cardiology and psychology is completely different.
[Finally: I understand. Then I will continue to talk about my own things.]
[It finally came to fruition: I have a colleague with whom I have to live for various reasons.]
[Let me see your heart: Xiao Yin?]
[Final Success: Yes, when I was in contact with him, I would occasionally experience palpitations and fever. What kind of psychological pressure could this be?]
After all, she just said "maybe not nervous".
[Let me see your heart: When you came to my heart before, I thought you were tired from work. It turns out that Chong Xiaoyin had an irregular heartbeat. King Zhong Juan, you are not attracted to her. ]
[Finally achieved success:?]
[Let me see your heart: Just kidding~ Xiao Yin has a good personality, it's normal for you to have a crush on him. Since you care so much, you should distinguish between the "want to be friends" and other feelings, so as to avoid embarrassment and misunderstanding. ]
The topic finally returned to normal. Dr. Sun was obviously relieved, and the mood in his words became much more cheerful.
[Let me see your heart: I am good enough at this level. Tonight at 8 o'clock, White Crow Cafe on Jiangxue Road, let's chat face to face. ]
[Let me see your heart: Consultation fee for a cup of iced mocha ~ If necessary, I will recommend you an expert in this field.]
[Finally: OK, thank you.]
Zhong Cheng said that he had investigated Sun Qi'an beforehand and that Dr. Sun was a good person and worthy of a certain degree of trust. The long-lasting fatigue finally came over him, and he stuffed his phone under his pillow and slowly closed his eyes.
Whether Yin Ren was an evil creature or a person with special abilities, he proposed all possibilities, and the speculations he obtained were almost the same.
Like? Like
Zhong Cheng said he knew the meaning of these words, but he had never fully understood them. Forget it, leave professional matters to professionals, and believe that Dr. Sun will give him a scientific answer.
Four o'clock in the afternoon, Foreign Object Identification Department.
Yin Ren and Zhong Chengshuo stood in front of the observation room, quietly looking at one of the victims in this case -
The "human chair" was placed inside the observation room. It was cleaned and placed on a soft cushion. In the snow-white observation room, five or six strange-looking IV bags were hung around the chair, and special needles were inserted into the sides of the armrests and deeply embedded in the wood.
There was soothing white noise playing in the observation room, but even through the glass, the scene still looked very strange.
In the morning, Fang Yuanyuan went to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, where they were conducting a full set of metaphysical examinations on Lu Guangzu. She arrived just in time to catch up with the end of Sun Qinghui's interrogation.
Lu Guangzu readily admitted that "Fan Yong" who turned into a chair was also one of the victims.
Fang Yuanyuan informed Fu Xingchuan of the news immediately. After receiving the news, Minister Fu did not show up again and no one knew where he went. At present, Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng said that they could only read the information provided by the police carefully.
Fan Yong, 38 years old, disappeared two months ago. He was an ordinary mover, not even a small leader. But Fan Yong was honest and easy-going, and he worked hard, and he had a very good reputation among customers.
However, similar to Lu Yuanyuan, Fan Yong's real situation is also difficult - five or six years ago, the old building where his family lived collapsed, and Fan Yong's parents, wife and children all died in the ruins. He was the only one who survived and lost two fingers. He came to Haigu to make a living two years ago and has been renting a bungalow in the old city.
He was missing for a whole month before a client with whom he had a good relationship called the police.
It is also an ordinary life that has nothing to do with metaphysics.
The sturdy, smiling man in the photo has now turned into a slightly trembling wooden chair that can be broken easily. Shi'an did not disclose this bizarre incident to the police. They only said that Fan Yong suffered "devastating injuries that are difficult to recover."
When the police mentioned that "Fan Yong is still alive", Lu Guangzu showed an almost twisted smile.
"Then why don't you rescue the person?" He lowered his head and played with his fingers, humming and laughing, "Lu Yuanyuan is the same, and everyone is the same. There must be a time limit for hide-and-seek, right?"
Time limit...
Could it be that the other six victims were also turned into objects and hidden in some corner of the city? Yin Ren raised his eyes from the interrogation video and looked at the chair in the white room again.
"You can't communicate with him?"
Yin Ren turned his head and asked the staff beside him.
"No, even if it's rants, we can interpret it now. But he can't speak at all."
A male staff member wearing a black badge answered him.
"If this person died and turned into a powerful ghost, the exorcist would still be able to say something. But now he is in this half-dead state..."
Indeed, Feng Qi's translation ability can only interpret the "madness" of living people. Fan Yong is silent now, and the child can't interpret it. Yin Ren himself can take action, but that is not much different from exposing his identity.
But speaking of Feng Qi—
Yin Ren lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "Can we let Ge Ting give it a try?"
"Who?" "Ge Tingting, a new member of our group nine, a wild corpse worker."
"This man is not dead yet, it's too cruel." The black mark just now hissed.
"No, maybe it's feasible." Zhong Cheng said, "Miss Ge was able to find out some information about the remains of the corpse. Now Fan Yong's body cells have lost most of their activity. Although he is not strictly 'dead', this idea is still worth a try."
Seeing that the staff were wavering, Yin Ren quickly added: "It depends on what Ge Ting thinks. She is still a child and may not be able to withstand this kind of stimulation."
Facts have proved that Miss Ge Tingting is very brave.
Hearing that he could save people, the young corpse worker came over biting his lip. Ge Tingting held the phone tightly, and put the earphones given by Jiujiu in his ears.
When she saw the human chair, she shuddered noticeably.
"Fan Yong is in an unstable condition now, so we can't give him too much stimulation. Little girl, can you do it alone?" A seamstress put on protective gear for Ge Tingting.
Ge Tingting looked at the real-time subtitles on his phone and typed quickly on his notepad.
[It works.]
[I have read the information about this uncle and I want to save him.]
"Very brave, listen, do you need anything?"
[Stethoscope.] Ge Tingting gestured.
However, after getting the stethoscope, she still hesitated at the door for a few seconds, and the hand holding the stethoscope trembled imperceptibly. Yin Ren took two steps forward and put his hand on Ge Tingting's head.
Seeing that there was no resistance in the other person's eyes, he gently rubbed her head through his protective suit.
"Don't worry," Yin Ren whispered to Ge Tingting, "Brother Zhong and I are outside. If you can't hear the sound or can't stand it, come out to us anytime."
"You're just a kid. This is a favor you're doing, not a job you have to do. These things are adults' responsibilities, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Ge Tingting held the phone tightly and nodded heavily.
[Thank you. I will try my best.]
"Go ahead, Ge Daxia." Yin Ren smiled and withdrew his hand.
Zhong Cheng looked at Yin Ren with a complicated expression and said nothing.
Two minutes later, the already bizarre scene in the observation room became even more bizarre—the ordinary chair still had an IV bag hanging on it, and a little girl in full-body protective clothing was gesturing with a stethoscope and pressing things on the chair.
Behind the mask of the protective suit, Ge Tingting's eyebrows became more and more wrinkled.
She first put the stethoscope on the back of the chair and listened carefully, then she used that incomprehensible "crazy noise" to point at the chair and gesture for a long time. Finally, she sighed deeply and walked out with red eyes.
Before leaving, she patted the thin back of the chair gently.
Zhian-Group working group.
[Ear Man: This uncle seems to be crazy.]
[Finally achieved success:?]
[Ear person: He kept saying things like “I don’t like the chair anymore”, “I don’t want the chair”, “Please take the chair away”, “I want to die”, etc. He didn’t answer my question at all.]
[The person with the ear: He is even more confused in his speech. His condition is very bad.]
[Ear Man: Can you save him? ]
[Fruit Knife: The situation is a bit tricky, but as long as people are still alive, there is hope [Come on]]
[Fruit Knife: That's amazing, Ge Daxia. You are the first one to find a new clue even though the person is still missing. Would you like some milk tea later? We'll buy you one.]
[Ear Man: OK, thank you! ]
The gloom on Ge Tingting's face faded a little. She took off her protective suit, put her headphones back on, and gave the two of them a stiff smile.
However, when Ge Tingting disappeared at the door, the smile on Yin Ren's face faded instantly. He pinched his brows and fell into deep thought. But before Yin Ren could think for long, his wrist suddenly felt hot.
Zhong Cheng carefully grasped his wrist and dragged Yin Ren to the empty meeting room of the Appraisal Department.
"What?" Yin Ren raised his eyebrows.
"Let's think together." Zhong Cheng said, picking up the pen and walking to the whiteboard, "Are you thinking about the case?"
Yin Ren: "Actually, I'm thinking about what to eat for dinner."
Zhong Cheng froze in his tracks. He looked at Yin Ren in disbelief, and the pen in his hand almost fell to the ground.
"… Just kidding, I was really thinking about the case." Yin Ren suppressed his laughter, "Come on, Brother Zhong, you summarize it."
Zhong Cheng glanced at him suddenly and pressed the red water-based marker on the whiteboard.
"Leaving aside the non-scientific aspects of the evil power, the nature of the case is complicated - let's assume that Lu Guangzu was not lying and Lu Yuanyuan was the first victim."
He neatly drew a timeline on the whiteboard, marking the dates when Lu Yuanyuan and Fan Yong went missing.
"This means that starting three months ago, someone kidnapped seven victims one after another and imprisoned them somewhere. Recently, Lu Guangzu went to the Haigu City Public Security Bureau and reported the case to the police and Zhian, and also named and provoked the 'Yan Wang' of the Night Walkers."
"Now that we have Fan Yong as a witness, Lu Guangzu is a strong suspect. But following this line of thought, I am confused at one point."
Yin Ren tilted his head and looked at him.
"Going to the police station to turn myself in, naming my name, and stirring up discussion among night walkers all seem like ways to draw attention from all sides. But if I were the murderer... well, I would place the human chair in a public place with the largest flow of people, and then smash it to pieces, letting the blood and filth inside flow out."
Yin Ren: “…” I didn’t expect Comrade Xiao Zhong to have such a cruel idea.
"As long as the criminal statement is left at the scene, the police, security guards, and night walkers will all be involved in the incident, and the exposure will definitely be greater than it is now. Why did Lu Guangzu choose the path of "personally surrendering"? "
"Are you saying that Lu Guangzu has other motives? Indeed, with his personality, he doesn't seem like someone who can plan something in secret for three months... Maybe he's not even the murderer."
Yin Ren was just worrying about how to get the clue about Ren Xiang, when Zhong Cheng said he would deliver it to his door. Lord Ghost King was playing with the ends of his hair, and his mind was calculating.
Zhong Cheng said he was unaware: "Yes, he probably has other purposes, but I don't have any evidence yet. Let's continue to consider this assumption-"
"It's time to get off work." Yin Ren glanced at his phone. "Let's discuss this tomorrow. Let's go to the cafeteria."
Zhong Cheng said: "..."
Zhong Cheng said, "You go ahead. I have an appointment tonight."
Yin Ren was putting his pen back into the pen holder. When he heard this, he almost knocked the pen holder over. "Do you have an appointment? Is it a dinner appointment with a woman?"
The plots of countless third-rate romance dramas flashed through his mind, and Yin Ren looked at Zhong Cheng with burning eyes.
Zhong Cheng said, "Yes, I have an appointment with Sun Qi'an."
"Oh my god, the stone is broken." Yin Ren tried to suppress his curiosity and straightened his face. "I wish you good luck and do well."
"Thank you for your good wishes." Zhong Cheng said and nodded seriously.
He really intended to perform well - Zhong Cheng said he decided to arrive two hours early for the appointment and rehearse the appropriate words in his mind.
At 6:10 pm, Zhong Cheng said he arrived at the White Crow Cafe on time.
Good news, Dr. Sun does have time to see him today. Bad news, Dr. Sun is already there, so he doesn't have time to rehearse his lines.
Sun Qi'an was sitting in the best seat, having dinner with a man. When she saw what Zhong Cheng said, she choked and almost choked.
Seeing her big reaction, the man sitting opposite her turned around and looked at Zhong Cheng at the door and said.
The moment he saw what Zhong Cheng said, a light seemed to flash in that person's eyes.
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Xiao Zhong and Xiao Yin, a true and false dialogue√
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