The next day, Guan Jin unexpectedly saw Lu Yunyang sitting on his seat.
"Where is your seat, what are you doing in my seat!" Guan Jin himself wondered why he was so secretive with Min Yan, and each had a secret plan. He could still be calm and calm in his heart, but when he saw Lu Yunyang, he became angry
Lu Yunyang sat back in his seat obediently, still with a good temper, and took a cup of coffee and handed it to Guan Jin: "Here, this latte is very good."
Guan Jin took it over rudely. He didn't have to worry about the debt. Anyway, he owed the life-saving grace, so he didn't have to worry about the rest.
"Has there been any progress these days?"
"No, the vast majority of people do not meet the conditions, and a careful investigation of those who meet the conditions has a family and roots to follow. As for non-staff personnel, it is more troublesome to investigate, and they are dispatched by different personnel companies. I haven't finished the investigation." Guan Jin frowned and continued to look through the previous information.
He applied not to look at employee files, because he really didn't want so much useless information to occupy his precious brain inventory. In the end, Wen Jinghan mercifully approved him to come back to read the materials and continue to explore new ideas. In fact, he remembered the information very clearly for a long time, but he didn't understand it. The same thing, if you read it several times, you can still see if the flowers are coming
"Look more, maybe you will find a connection that was overlooked before, or generate new inspiration." Lu Yunyang seemed to see through his confusion.
Guan Jin gave up the confrontation: "I said, shouldn't your occupational disease also be cured? Is it interesting to see through everyone?"
"It's hard for doctors to heal themselves. Also, it's tiring to always see into other people's minds. Sometimes people live a little more confused, and it's a lot easier."
Guan Jin was silent, a little touched in his heart.
"Unfortunately, I have an extraordinary talent, and I can't control it myself. You know the pain of genius."
"..." He shouldn't believe that this person can say something nice.
"Yesterday I found out that the owner of a convenience store next to the clinic is familiar with many employees of the third hospital, and more familiar with the people in the clinic next door. I thought it was a major discovery, but it turned out that the eight generations of the shop owner's ancestors can check it out. It's clear." Zheng Fei said regretfully.
"I know that shop owner, he is at least 40 years old, right?" Chen Qiaoyu glanced at Zheng Fei.
"Hey hey, I'm not giving it a try, maybe it's not Yu Meng who is caught in the end, maybe it's an old man."
"Lu Yunyang, he questioned your reasoning." Guan Jin maliciously sow discord.
"Xiaojin, this is the first time you called my name!" Lu Yunyang was surprised.
"Listen to the point!"
"There's nothing more important to me than this. I'll be happier next time if you can call me without your first name and be a little closer."
Zheng Fei secretly rejoiced that he had escaped the disaster. … but how does that sound weird
"After the whole hospital checked, how come there is no one who meets the conditions? It's too strange." Tintin thumped the table depressedly.
"We're just checking the household registration and files. It's impossible to do a detailed investigation with everyone to verify one by one. There may be false impressions in it." Gu Xiang frowned.
"Yun Yang, do you have any new ideas now?" Wen Jinghan asked.
Lu Yunyang thought for a while: "I can't say new ideas, just a little more comprehensive. As I said before, the murderer is a man between 25 and 35 years old, very strong, has a low self-esteem, and has social communication barriers. The pressure of the elders, hate and fear for such people. And from the recent case, I found that the murderer carefully cleaned the used infusion tube, and made some tailoring, indicating that this person is not only cautious but also has a little cleanliness or some degree Obsessive-compulsive disorder. This person often walks with his head down, secretly raises his head to observe the people around him from time to time and is cautious, and will quickly avoid eye contact with people; he may be able to complete his job well but not handle interpersonal relationships. I have communication with people I know but few words; I hardly communicate with women outside of work or deliberately avoid it. When I first used this method to kill two years ago, there must have been a trigger, a sharp blow or Conflict is possible."
Wen Jinghan thought for a while: "I've always had a question, what did the murderer rely on to choose his prey? If it was really a quarrel between these nurses and patients, how did he find out?"
Lu Yunyang thought about it for a while and speculated: "Because quarrels of this level will not be impactful through retelling or other means, for example, we may say that whoever quarrels with the patient today, the patient is really difficult, or whoever has a temper. It's quite big. It won't describe the interaction between the two people in detail. Even if there is, it's not intuitive. This murderer is very decisive. If his standard is to kill someone as long as he knows that someone has a conflict with the patient, he will not only die so far. 3 people. Because there are often quarrels between doctors and patients in the hospital."
"You mean, the murderer saw it with his own eyes, so he was stimulated to do it?"
"Very likely."
"Unfortunately, no one can remember who was there when these people quarreled." Zheng Fei was helpless.
Guan Jin and Lu Yunyang suddenly looked at each other and said in unison, "We remember! Lei Jing!"
"How could we ignore this!" Chen Qiaoyu exclaimed.
"It's not ignoring, I actually thought about it before, but I gave up because of Du Xiaoyue's particularity. It was my mistake." Wen Jinghan said.
"But now it's brought up again..."
"Based on Zheng Fei's idea, because many people from the third hospital pass through the clinic, they can be very familiar with a convenience store owner, or they may be familiar with people in the clinic, or go in and chat. Peers are enemies but also a circle. People who are in the circle may have more topics than people outside the circle." Lu Yunyang said.
"If so, that means it must be a doctor."
Lu Yunyang didn't seem to be satisfied with his conclusion. He still said to Guan Jin, "Xiao Jin, the scene of that day must be imprinted in your mind like a photo. I'm a little blurry as a mortal."
Guan Jin was slightly satisfied with his self-knowledge, and recalled carefully: "When Lei Jing quarreled with the patient that day, someone present must have seen it. That ward is relatively large, with 4 beds, and there are patients on all beds. It's a woman, the rest are a doctor who is doing rounds and two young assistants, all three are men. A male nurse is helping a patient who appears to have broken his leg to get into a wheelchair, and a male cleaner is in the wheelchair. Garbage collection and freshly used hanging bottles. In the end, Dr. Wang and Lei Jing. But I can't fully remember what they looked like, because some of them turned their backs or their sides to me."
"It doesn't matter. Zheng Fei, go to the clinic again, and ask them from a different angle this time. You should be clear about what to ask. Ding Ding, Gu Xiang, you go to the hospital to confirm all the men who appeared in Lei Jing's ward that morning, and bring photos back to them. Guan Jin confirms."
"Why don't you let me go directly?" Guan Jin was puzzled.
"They are more experienced in investigating these things than you are, and I need you to do other things. I should have used your abilities a long time ago, you don't think about the data, you need to recall the pictures and all the possibilities we discussed, just It's like a movie, you know?" Wen Jinghan inspired him.
Guan Jin's expressionless face: put on a movie...
"... Well, how to enlighten him is up to you, Yun Yang."
Lu Yunyang accepted it with pleasure, but he could not receive the resentment light waves "I am a genius, why should mortals be inspired" frequently sent by Guan Jin.
Everyone is busy, Guan Jin is still in a daze, Lu Yunyang is about to get close, Guan Jin's palm stands upright: "If it's lecturing, forget it, I thank Bumin."
Lu Yunyang squinted his eyes: "How can I use such a boring method to damage my professor's reputation. I have a more vivid method that can be entertaining and entertaining. Why don't you try it?"
"not interested."
In the end, Guan Jin ruthlessly spurned himself for being abducted into the thief's car, but there was someone who was staring at you with a smile for most of the day, and no one could stand it.
"...Is this the lively way of entertaining you say?" Guan Jin stood at the door of Haitian Cinema and wanted to turn around and leave immediately.
"Yeah, how vivid, watching the movie maybe the picture in your mind will come alive." Lu Yunyang was still satisfied with his proposal.
Hehe, he has probably seen a movie once in his life, er no, in his last life, for as long as he can remember. It was the stinky old man who took him there and said, "Children should watch some cartoons, and be careful with facial paralysis every day with a sullen face." Who knows, the old man was the one who liked it the most.
"All right."
"What?" When Guan Jin came back to his senses, he realized that he had followed in unconsciously, and Lu Yunyang seemed to have said something just now.
"The ticket is bought."
Guan Jin took it and took a look: Toy Story 3.
"...You don't have a more connotative movie to choose from?"
"Cartoons actually have a very deep connotation. You must know that the world of children is the most real world. Besides, children should watch cartoons. They will be paralyzed every day with a sullen face."
Guan Jin was stunned for a while, the person in front of him and the person who had been away for a long time overlapped in a trance.
Lu Yunyang was also a little surprised that Guan Jin didn't turn his face and didn't make any mistakes in his words. He just looked straight at himself, but his eyes seemed a little lost.
"Let's go, come in."
Guan Jin pouted in disdain, until the theater went dark. It didn't take long for Lu Yunyang to notice that Guan Jinchao stretched out his hand into the popcorn bucket more and more frequently, and then he could hear the sound of chewing.
After more than two hours of filming, there is a small shop near the end of the movie related products, Guan Jin's eyes floated there.
"Would you like to buy a Buzz Lightyear?" a seductive tone.
"What a joke, what do I want him to do to save the earth?" Guan Jin gave him a roll of eyes.
Guan Jin hurried forward alone, what's so fun about this kind of kid's toy? When I was a child, there was a toy store in the next block. When my parents took their children out of it, every child was so excited that it was dazzling when I think about it now.
Sitting in the car, Guan Jin's happy mood disappeared, and his face was gloomy.
Lu Yunyang sat in after a while. He closed the car door and suddenly took a large box. On the transparent side was a 50-centimeter-tall Buzz Lightyear with his hands on his hips.
"How about it, isn't it cool? Like in the movie, it can be controlled electrically." Lu Yunyang shook his head proudly.
Guan Jin's eyes flickered, "Aren't you weaned yet? Playing with this kind of thing."
"It's called peripherals. It's a must-have collection for enthusiasts, and it's not a patent for children. But you're also saying that when I take it back, I will destroy the style of my bedroom and put it in the office to affect my professional image." Lu Yunyang looked a little distressed. .
"The wicked rich young master, he doesn't know the hard work of the commoners, and spends money indiscriminately." Guan Jin was sour.
"It's not going to be returned, it's too wasteful to throw it away, and I don't have any children in my family. Why don't you... do me a favor?"
"What do you mean?" Guan Jin moved in the seat.
"Help me take him in. Just when I ask you, just take it back and put it wherever you want." Lu Yunyang showed a pleading expression.
"You think my room is out of style?"
"How could it be? That's why I asked you not to let him live on the streets."
Guan Jin slammed, pulled him over, and held it in front of his body: "Don't use such a blunt performance, just tell me if you want to send it, I will definitely pity your heart for honoring your seniors."
"senior?"
"I entered the police station several years before you, isn't it senior?"
"Yes, yes. You just reluctantly accept the junior's wishes."
Guan Jin looked at the green robot in the box with disgust, it was ugly. Then he held the box on his chest tightly all the way, and didn't let go until he got out of the car.
Back at home, Guan Jin put Bass on the bedside table and looked at it for a long time. It was not until before he went to bed that he realized that he was not there to watch a movie, but with a tragic mission. Memories of pictures, coherent pictures, and everyone's discussion, form a complete story... The first person to be killed, the infusion tube, the ward where Lei Jing quarreled, Dr. Wang asked for the infusion tube, Wu Meng's recording, soaring into the sky Buzz Lightyear, Lu Yunyang's analysis, everyone's—wait! Something weird just happened to be mixed in...
Forget it, do it all over again! Next is everyone's analysis and investigation, the underground passage, Zhao Mengqi's stealing of the infusion tube, Yu Hua's death, Yu Meng's encounter, Lu Yunyang's analysis, Wen Jinghan's conclusion... All kinds of pictures are rapidly changing in my mind, all kinds of voices keep ringing, close Jin pressed his temples, frowning tightly.
Slowly, a line was stripped out thinly, and an image emerged from blurry to clear. Yes, it must be him. But what happened to Du Xiaoyue? It's unlikely he'll get a chance to go deep into the clinic, something must be missing somewhere.
Before Guan Jin went to sleep, his head was buzzing. Sure enough, this special function cannot be used frequently. How come the ancient costume drama I watched a few days ago, Huang Laoxie, his unforgettable wife, was exhausted trying to write a scripture for him... no! He will never die like this again!