A stalled taxi on the side of the street.
Chen Chao sat in the back row, pulled out his laptop and turned it on.
To Chen Chao's expectation, the computer did not set a power-on password and logged in directly. The lower right corner showed 79% of the remaining battery capacity.
The background of the desktop is an unfolded book with half of the body stuck in the page, as if struggling from the abyss of a swamp, crawling out, or sinking in!
For others, this may be just a computer desktop, but in Chen Chao's eyes, it is not a deep dialogue.
"Who will set the background image of the computer screen, and what hint does he want to convey?"
Chen Chao touches the mouse.
A line of blood emerges strangely in the picture, floating directly above the book
-If there is a god, how can I bear that I am not that god, so there is no god!
The bloody handwriting is like some kind of declaration!
But I don't know whether it was written by Chen Zhuo who was missing, maybe dead, or left by the murderer.
The laptop belongs to Chen Zhuo. In theory, the screen desktop is designed by himself, but there is no power-on password.
On the one hand, there may be no settings, on the other hand, it is more likely to be convenient for other people who get the laptop to view the contents of the computer.
Chen Chao clicked on the computer hard disk, which was divided into three areas, C disk is the system disk, D disk is emptied, and E disk has two video files.
"It's like being afraid that others won't notice these two videos!"
The two videos are named respectively by time. The first video is the world calendar 2012-10-7, and the second video is the world calendar 2012-10-14.
Chen Chao double-clicked to open the first video:
In the video is a room with bookcases surrounded by walls. Facing the camera is the back of a man in a white coat, and diagonally across from the white coat is a man sitting with his head down.
"It seems to be the counseling room!"
"Is the psychiatrist Chen Zhuo wearing a white coat? The man with his head down opposite is the lunatic patient?"
Chen Chao was observing the environment in the video, and he suddenly had associations in his heart.
The video was very quiet at first, there was no sound, the whole picture seemed to pause for three seconds, and then it started to play.
The voice appeared.
A man's voice was gentle and calm, and it was the back figure in a white coat asking questions.
"Name?"
"Lu Yanfei!"
The hoarse voice was answering, it was the man who was sitting with his head down.
Chen Chao's attention was focused on the video, carefully observing the two men.
If they are the psychiatrist and the patient, then these two people are the objects he must focus on.
The video in front of him is the closest "contact" between him and these two people.
The slender nib recorded on the paper, and the white coat with his back to the camera took a step forward. He was also observing the patient on the opposite side.
The patient is sitting in a single sofa chair, his whole body seems to be wrapped in a depression.
He was wearing a ruffled suit, the collar of his white shirt was yellowed with sweat, his palms trembled uncontrollably, and he pulled the collar rudely to ease his suffocated breathing.
Compared to the back of the white lab coat, the patient's face is exposed in the lens.
[A strange face that I don’t recognize! 】Chen Chao, who was watching the video, pressed the pause button, watched it carefully, remembering this face in his heart, and then pressed the play button.
"Relax!" The white coat bent over to pick up the button that fell on the ground, and handed it forward to Lu Yanfei.
Lu Yanfei took the button, his five fingers clenched tightly and made a "crunch" rubbing sound. The five knuckles were faintly white, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared in a white coat. The whole person's mental state was about to collapse, and his throat was about to collapse. The voice is unusually hoarse:
"Doctor Chen, that voice is in my head. I haven't been able to sleep for several days. I can't take it anymore!"
[Doctor Chen, I should refer to Chen Zhuo! ] Chen Chao, who watched the video, made a judgment in his heart. The video looked like a conversation between the two of them for the first time.
The video is still playing:
"Mr. Lu Yanfei, you have been diagnosed in the Fourth Hospital some time ago. I have seen your case. There are no organic lesions in the brain and ears, and there is no conductive compression on the cervical spine. Finally, the neurology department of the hospital Nan Yi was diagnosed with neurotic tinnitus during his treatment."
[Xu Nanyi was burned to death in 901, what's the connection? 】Chen Chao, who watched the video, had thoughts in his mind.
Video continues to play:
He pinched Lu Yanfei's case diagnosis in the hands of the white lab coat. He couldn't see his expression in the camera behind him, and only a calm voice could be heard explaining:
"Neurological tinnitus, also known as sensory tinnitus, is when there is no organic disease, and under external stimulation, monotonous or mixed sounds like cicadas, buzzing, and high-frequency currents appear in the auditory sense. Which of the above sounds do you hear?"
Lu Yanfei's lips turned white, his clasped palms suddenly stopped, and the eyes of Lu Yanfei staring up at the white coat began to move down a little bit. During the whole process, his eyelids trembled violently, and the muscles around the corners of his eyes were shrinking. A vicious sense of oppression.
The white coat stopped the medical record under the pen, and instead raised his arm, stretched out his hand to move the pen to his side.
On the opposite side, Lu Yanfei's eyes moved straight along with the pen.
"Do you want this pen?" the white coat asked
"Um!" Lu Yanfei's Adam's apple squirmed.
Normally, the psychiatrist does not allow the patient to come into contact with sharp objects during the treatment, but the white coat stops, and then slowly handed the pen to Lu Yanfei.
In the video, it can be seen that his movements seem to be slow, gentle and slow, but he retreats half a step imperceptibly, and the tight muscles on his arms fully support his sleeves.
The white coat is guarding against the dangerous actions that the patient may make, but he did not directly avoid this danger in the beginning. The psychiatrist is very courageous.
On the contrary, Lu Yanfei's breathing became more and more rapid. In the lens, he could see the veins and veins on his forehead violently violently, and he held the pen that he was handing over.
It is "holding", like holding a knife!
The button that slipped from the palm fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the button was deformed. Because of the white coat turned sideways, a piece of red flesh could be seen in the palm of Lu Yanfei's palm.
He just held the pen like that, and finally made a sound from his throat.
"Paper!"
His voice was dry and hoarse, as if just uttering a word had consumed all his energy.
The tight muscles in the white coat were slightly loosened. He put away the written treatment record and the medical record together. He didn't turn around, but with his backhand pulled out a blank piece of paper from the table behind him and handed it over.
Pulling through the paper, Lu Yanfei retched in his throat. It was an anxiety and panic to the extreme. The body's stress response was that his facial muscles were twitching, and his eyes seemed to fall out of his eye sockets.
I saw him draw his pen like a knife, and the pen's sharp sound was constantly scratching on the paper.
"Sand~Sand~Sand~"
Lu Yanfei repeatedly scratched like a magic, and the collision of lips and teeth made a simulated sound:
"Sha Sha Sha... It's this sound that keeps in my head, it's not tinnitus, it's someone carving something in my head!!!"