Xing Ze looked at the phone screen, but the other party did not send any more messages.
He picked up the mobile phone on the washstand and handed it to Wen Qing: "Play this tonight."
Wen Qing was taken aback.
Xing Ze shook his mobile phone: "I'll deal with him, you use my mobile phone first."
Wen Qing didn't answer the phone, and said to Xing Ze: "No need, I don't play with my phone much."
"And what if someone from the police station contacts you?"
Xing Ze pointed to another mobile phone on the washstand that looked like an elderly phone, and explained: "This is only for communication in the bureau."
Wen Qing is a little tangled, the phone is too personal, his phone is fine, anyway, it is assigned by the system, Xing Ze's phone should have a lot of things.
Xing Ze said again: "It's inconvenient for you not to have a mobile phone, so use mine first."
Thinking that there is no clock in the room, Wen Qing still took the phone: "Thank you."
"What are you being polite about?" Xing Ze was a little helpless, and raised his hand to touch his head, "It's getting late, go to rest."
Wen nodded lightly: "Good night."
"Good night."
After taking a shower, Xing Ze glanced at his phone, but there was still no new text message, but there was a WeChat news push.
He wanted to cross it out, but accidentally clicked into WeChat.
In the next second, Xing Ze's eyes froze.
There are not many chat boxes on Wen Weixin's homepage, there are only four, he, Ji Yu, Ji Sheng, and Xia Yansi.
But the chat dialog box with Xingxuan is on the top.
He is on top.
He is the only one on top.
Xing Ze stared straight at the WeChat interface, feeling a surge of enthusiasm in his heart.
He couldn't help thinking, that is to say, in Wen Qing's heart, he was the most important.
The heat from the bottom of my heart gradually trickled down to my limbs, Xing Ze's palms were sweating, his head was hot, and he felt a little dizzy.
Xing Ze went to the balcony to blow the cold wind.
When I turned my head, I saw an adjacent building.
The 13th floor is just upstairs, the lights are bright, and people can be vaguely seen walking around.
Xing Ze stared at the figure behind the curtain. The two buildings are adjacent to each other. It should be clearer if you look down from a high place. It is indeed possible for Yang Fan to spy on what Wen Qing is doing.
Just as he was thinking, suddenly, a conversation came from downstairs.
"Daddy, where do you sleep today?" Ji Sheng asked with a smile.
"Ji Sheng." Xia Yansi called out Ji Sheng's name word by word, sounding a little displeased.
"He's so annoying, isn't he? Daddy."
Xing Ze thought that Xia Yansi and Ji Yu had quarreled, so he paused, swallowed back the words he was about to say hello to, and turned to leave the balcony.
"Almost over."
*****
This night, Wen Qing slept well again, and woke up refreshed in the morning.
Walking out of the bedroom, Xing Zuo obviously got up early, and there were all kinds of breakfast on the dining table.
Wen sat down gently, and pushed a cup of soy milk to his hand.
He took a sip of soy milk, and a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge was pushed under his nose again.
"Thank you." Wen Qing thanked him, bowed his head to drink the porridge, and noticed from the corner of his eye that Xing Zao was looking at him frequently.
Not to look at it openly, but to glance at it and take another look at it.
Wen Qing raised his eyes, a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Xing Ze said slowly: "I accidentally clicked into your WeChat yesterday."
Wen Qing recalled the contents of her WeChat, but there was nothing at all.
Except for Xingxuan, he hardly chats with other people on WeChat.
Thinking that Xing Ze was apologizing, Wen smiled lightly and said, "It's okay."
Xing Ze lowered his eyes and said coyly, "I saw it."
Wen Qing paused, a little dazed: "What did you see?"
Xing Ze's cheeks were slightly red, and he said slowly: "Take it to the top."
Wen Qing tilted her head and looked at Xing Ze, what happened to the top
He tentatively asked, "Don't you want to be pushed to the top?"
"I can cancel."
"That's not what I mean," Xing Ze quickly explained, and said to Wen Qing, "I just want to say, I, I used to be a straight man, but now I feel..."
Before the next words could be said, the phone rang suddenly, deafeningly.
Xing Ze glanced at the caller ID, connected the phone, and said with a cold face, "What's the matter?"
Xiao Chen's bluffing voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "Squad, the approval from above has been approved. When will we go to the clinic to investigate Yang Fan?"
Xing Ze looked solemn: "You come to Nancheng District first, and I will ask my uncle."
After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and called Ji Prison.
Wen Qing vaguely listened to the general idea, and after Xing Ze finished making the phone call, she asked curiously: "What approval?"
Xing Ze explained: "For Yang Fan's case, he has signed a confidentiality agreement with my uncle's clinic, and the psychiatrist cannot disclose her personal situation at will."
Wen Qing blinked: "Are you going to Uncle Ji's clinic later?"
"No need," Xing Ze shook his head, and said to him, "Uncle said that the clinic is closed today, and he will bring Yang Fan's information home."
"Wait for Xiao Chen to arrive."
As soon as Yang Fan's matter was interrupted, Wen Qing directly put Xing Ze's behavior behind him.
Ten minutes later, Xiao Chen came with the documents.
Wen Qing followed them downstairs.
It was Ji Sheng who opened the door. He called his brother and turned to look at the strange Xiao Chen.
"Who is this?"
Xiao Chen scratched his head: "I'm your cousin's colleague."
Xing Ze frowned slightly, staring at Ji Sheng: "Don't you have to go to school today?"
Ji Sheng: "...today is Sunday."
Xing Ze said to him: "We have serious matters to discuss with my uncle, you go back to your room."
Ji Sheng turned his head to look at Ji Prison, met his gaze, reluctantly responded, and walked back to the bedroom.
After sitting down, Ji Prison handed over the document bag on the coffee table to Xing Ze: "It contains Yang Fan's medical records, conversation process, etc. during his stay in the clinic."
The punishment option opens directly.
Wen Qing also leaned over to look curiously, and noticed a line of writing at a glance.
[Emotional control disorder, suspected dissociative personality disorder.]
Xing Ze quickly browsed the general content, frowned and said: "Uncle, has Yang Fan's mental illness been diagnosed?"
"No," Ji Prison poured water for the three of them, and said slowly, "His condition is a bit strange. When he came to the clinic half a year ago, he was just a little emotionally disturbed and violent, and it was not considered a mental illness."
"But in the past six months, his condition has become more and more serious. I now suspect that it is dissociative personality disorder, that is, multiple personality."
Wen Qing was stunned, Yang Fan has violent tendencies
Could have multiple personalities
You can't tell from Yang Fan's gentle and gentle appearance.
Ji Prison glanced at him calmly, and continued: "Yang Fan has always had violent tendencies since he was a child, but as he grows older, his control is getting better and better."
"Until half a year ago, according to Yang Fan, because he lost a promotion opportunity, he lost control of his emotions, beat the cat at home, and then got out of hand."
"Afterwards, he frequently quarreled with his ex-wife and even moved his hands several times."
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Is this the reason why he divorced his ex-wife?"
"Maybe." Ji Prison paused, and continued, "Before the divorce, he accidentally killed the cat at home, so he came to the clinic."
Xing Ze stroked the teacup with his fingertips, and asked again: "Uncle, did he say anything about his ex-wife?"
"Very little," Ji Prison said after thinking for a moment, "When I first arrived at the hospital, I talked about it a few times because of divorce and emotional control issues, but I didn't mention it again afterwards."
Xiao Chen, who recorded it, couldn't help asking: "Then what do you usually talk about?"
Ji Prison: "Talk about everything, work, relationship, news, etc. In the last few times, I mainly analyzed and discussed with him what he might have done during the period when his memory was blank."
Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Uncle, have you recorded the specific time period when he lost his memory?"
Ji Prison pointed to the file bag: "It's inside."
Xing Zao continued to ask: "Did he mention anything about the disappearance?"
"I talked about it once," Ji Yu paused, and said to them, "The matter of Yao Qian, because he is a resident of the same community, he said that he met him when he was feeding the cat, and then he disappeared."
Xing Xuan: "What about the other victims? Didn't he talk about it?"
"No," Ji Prison half-closed his eyes, and took a sip of tea slowly, "However, he and I talked about an unsolved corpse case many years ago. The murderer would throw a certain amount of corpses on the street every few days."
Wen Qing remembered this case, and Xing Ze had told him about it.
Ji Prison: "Yang Fan said that this murderer is too conceited. If it were him, he might directly feed the stray animals, destroy the corpses, and throw out some clues from time to time to mislead the police."
Hearing this, Xing Ze's face sank.
Ji Prison said casually: "There are recordings in the USB flash drive."
Wen Qing held the teacup nervously, her eyelids twitching wildly.
Did Yang Fan really feed the victim's body to cats and dogs