After Luo Zhenduo's men carefully checked the vehicle and confirmed that there were no other threats, they walked forward and picked up the bottle opener.
It is a very common bottle opener. Anyone who likes to drink foreign liquor will have one or two.
When Zhuang Baihua saw the thing, he remembered the first time Chi Yue went to Luo's house. Xiyin hid the bottle opener in the chair and poked Chi Yue's thigh with the pointed tip.
First it was the fountain pen, then the bottle opener, both were related to creek sounds.
If he hadn't known that Xiyin was abroad, Zhuang Baihua would have suspected that he had personally set up the mechanism to deal with Chiyue.
What Xiyin wanted was not for Chiyue to bleed.
Zhuang Baihua began to hesitate as he thought about it. Is Xiyin really abroad
Zhuang Baihua looked at Chi Yue, and Chi Yue's expression was not good either.
In the end, no trace of that person was found either.
After placing the pen in the elevator, the man quickly installed a bottle opener in Zhuang Baihua's car, which had been parked at the driver's side. He moved between the two locations so quickly that his speed was truly astonishing.
What great mental and physical strength this is.
Although he had gone through an investigation, Zhuang Baihua still had psychological trauma and called for another car to come over.
The two of them were sitting in the car, and Zhuang Baihua couldn't help but say to Chi Yue, "Did this irritate him?"
Chi Yue was staring out the car window in a daze and did not hear Zhuang Baihua's question.
"Xiaoyue?"
Chi Yue suddenly came back to her senses, looked at Zhuang Baihua, and said, "Sorry, what did you say just now?"
Zhuang Baihua was worried: "Why is it a pen or a bottle opener?" The man's behavior had begun to develop in an incomprehensible direction.
Chi Yue curled the corner of his mouth and said, "No one can understand the thinking of a psychopath." After he said that, he turned his head and looked outside the car again.
After that, there was still no progress and no one could track that person's whereabouts. That person was monitoring Chi Yue at all times, but no camera captured his image.
Zhuang Baihua felt uneasy sitting in the office. He looked up and around from time to time to make sure that there was no one in the room.
Zhuang Baihua felt uneasy and called Luo Zhenduo.
"Are you sure Xiyin is still abroad?" He went straight to the point and asked Luo Zhenduo.
Although it was impossible, he was afraid that Xiyin would secretly return to China.
Luo Zhenduo paused on the other end of the phone and said, "Sure, someone is watching him over there."
"Then why do pen and bottle openers appear?" Zhuang Baihua was puzzled.
The directionality of these two things is too obvious, they must be related to the stream sound.
Luo Zhenduo also understood the situation, but he also didn't understand. He thought for a moment and said, "I'll call Xiyin myself and talk to him to get the feel for it."
After Luo Zhenduo came back from investigating the situation, he told Zhuang Baihua that Xiyin was doing fine abroad and had not come into contact with anyone suspicious.
"He just keeps trying to find out about Xiaoyue and doesn't care about anything else." Luo Zhenduo said tiredly.
Xiyin still doesn't understand that as long as he still has improper thoughts about Chi Yue, Luo Zhenduo will not let him return to China.
Zhuang Baihua felt unhappy when he heard that Xiyin had never returned to China.
If it is really a stream sound, it would be simpler.
He could only reassure Luo Zhenduo: "This matter can only be left to time."
Luo Zhenduo smiled after hearing this.
Zhuang Baihua suddenly remembered that he had said something like "give me some time" and felt a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "Lao Luo, I..."
Luo Zhenduo seemed to know what he was going to say, and interrupted him like last time, saying, "I didn't agree with Xiaoyue moving there, but I couldn't stop him."
He said slowly: "Originally, I wanted to go with you, and even wanted to rent the house downstairs."
Zhuang Baihua was shocked. Goodbye. Are you going to make the situation more complicated
Luo Zhenduo understood Zhuang Baihua's thoughts even through the phone. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I just thought about it and didn't put it into practice."
Zhuang Baihua secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Zhenduo added: "Is he thinking 'that's great'?"
Zhuang Baihua: “…”
"Okay, okay, I won't say any more. Now I'm thinking that you won't dare to call me in the future." Luo Zhenduo said lazily, understanding Zhuang Baihua's psychology very thoroughly.
"Anyway, Xiaoyue is with you, so please be safe."
Zhuang Baihua quickly said, "I know."
Both the apartment and the company have strengthened security, with people taking turns on duty 24 hours a day. Every car used will be checked in advance to ensure that there are no leaks.
Zhuang Baihua turned down several business trips for fear that something might go wrong during the trip. Chi Yue, on the other hand, stayed with Zhuang Baihua every day, either at the company or following him back to the apartment.
At night, Chi Yue still slept in the same bed with Zhuang Baihua.
Chi Yue's mental state was sometimes good and sometimes bad. Occasionally he would sit there gloomily, not knowing what he was thinking. But when Zhuang Baihua talked to him, he was very normal, even too normal, and always making jokes.
When did Chi Yue's personality become so lively
Zhuang Baihua no longer had the image of Chi Yue as a little white flower. He knew that Chi Yue was neither weak nor had a bad temper, and that he was not a cheerful person by nature.
Because of this incident, Zhuang Baihua called Dr. Zhao specifically to ask what was going on with Chi Yue.
Doctor Zhao said Chi Yue was struggling.
Zhuang Baihua was puzzled: "Why are you struggling? I thought everything was getting better."
Doctor Zhao explained: "Just like people who have just come off the battlefield will still be subconsciously vigilant, Chi Yue lacks a sense of security. If he is suddenly told that he is safe, he will subconsciously doubt it, but he thinks it shouldn't be like this, so he behaves in a way that is contrary to his actual personality."
Zhuang Baihua frowned, he knew that Chi Yue’s worry could not be solved by just a few words.
"At times like this, we need to keep an eye on his condition and reassure him that he is safe. He will get used to it after that."
Zhuang Baihua breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He could still do it.
Doctor Zhao then made a transition: "But if something shocking happens to him again at this time, the psychological defense he is building will completely collapse, and it will be difficult to rebuild it in the future."
Zhuang Baihua thought that the only threat now was the fifth paranoid boss, so it would be better to find him as soon as possible.
Zhuang Baihua had previously told Dr. Zhao about Chi Yue being followed, and this time he continued to ask Dr. Zhao if he had any suggestions.
"The psychology of a stalker is also very complicated. According to the current situation, this stalker has a romantic relationship with Chi Yue and hopes to build a close relationship with her, so he interferes with the victim's life and hopes to participate in important days such as birthdays, which symbolizes sharing the victim's privacy."
It sounded really disgusting. Zhuang Baihua asked, "Can we infer what kind of person he is based on his behavior? We can find someone based on his characteristics and narrow the search scope."
He thought for a moment and said, "Just like in TV dramas, criminal profiling?"
Doctor Zhao smiled and said, "It can only be said that it is of some help, but it cannot play a decisive role. Mr. Zhuang, we have mobilized such powerful technical personnel to conduct anti-tracking, but we still cannot find the person. It is too vague to determine the target only by psychological speculation."
Zhuang Baihua also understood this, and he was just trying every possible means to cure his illness.
Fortunately, Dr. Zhao said, "No, this type of stalker has one thing in common, which is that they have very poor social skills."
Zhuang Baihua was stunned: "Poor social skills?"
Doctor Zhao said: "Yes, think about it, if a person is good at socializing, does he need to secretly stalk someone to show his admiration? Wouldn't it be enough to just pursue him directly? It is precisely because he is afraid of socializing and dare not interact with others that he will stalk someone."
Zhuang Baihua instantly pictured an introverted and dark hacker in his mind.
The gloomy man sat in the dark room with a computer in front of him. Surveillance video was playing on the screen.
He stretched out his dry and pale hands, danced on the keyboard, and quickly wrote a tracking program.
Zhuang Baihua closed his eyes, shook off the imagined image from his mind, and continued to ask: "What about the pen bottle opener?"
Doctor Zhao treated Xiyin and knew Xiyin's condition, but she was not sure what the relationship between the tracker and Xiyin was.
"It may be simple imitation." Dr. Zhao said, "We need more behavior to determine his pattern."
"I understand. Thank you, Dr. Zhao." Zhuang Baihua hung up the phone after talking to Dr. Zhao.
He wondered inexplicably whether this call was being monitored, and he was almost going crazy.
Although Chi Yue lives in Zhuang Baihua's house, he is not in the company all the time. He is still a student and has classes to attend.
Chi Yue didn’t come today, so Zhuang Baihua went back alone.
Zhuang Baihua's mind was full of broken clues. He thought of "stalker", then of Dr. Zhao's words, and then of the meaning of "obliterate" in Chi Yue's mouth.
Thinking too much gave him a headache. Zhuang Baihua rubbed his forehead with his hand and walked downstairs to the company.
Because of the stalker incident, the company has stepped up security and the entrance is heavily guarded.
Every time Zhuang Baihua passed by the gate at the company's door, he would subconsciously look for the young security guard with a scar on his head.
It’s not that I mean anything special, it’s just that the young security guard looks familiar, and he helped them when the company had a power outage.
I didn’t see the young security guard today, but there was another big security guard standing at the door.
Since the alert began, there were usually two people on duty at the door. Zhuang Baihua asked casually, "Why is there only one person?"
The big security guard saw the president asking questions and said nervously, "Xiao Song is not feeling well. I asked him to sit aside for a while."
"Xiao Song?" Zhuang Baihua remembered that the young security guard was called Song Yu.
Zhuang Baihua walked a few more steps to the side and saw the young security guard sitting behind the company's green plants, with his head down and pressing his chest.
Zhuang Baihua walked over and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
The security guard named "Song Yu" shook his body and raised his head in panic when he heard someone asking him questions.
Because he was not wearing a security helmet, the scar on his forehead was instantly exposed.
His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, his black hair stuck to his skin, and he looked miserable. Only the scar on his forehead and his lips were bright red like blood.
When Song Yu saw Zhuang Baihua, he subconsciously looked for his hat. Zhuang Baihua distracted him and asked, "If you feel uncomfortable, please ask for leave and go back."
"Nothing." Song Yu gave up looking for the hat and responded to Zhuang Baihua in a low voice.
As he spoke, he pressed his hand to his chest and frowned.
Zhuang Baihua saw that he looked really bad, so he asked, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Song Yu shook his head gently, his eyes were wet, pale and fragile.
Zhuang Baihua looked at him and inexplicably felt that this young security guard seemed to have become more handsome.
Maybe it's a matter of temperament. He used to be timid and had a low self-esteem, but now he is still silent, yet gives people the impression of being quiet and elegant.
He pressed his chest lightly, his face was pale, and he was covered in sweat, but he actually had a kind of weak and romantic look.