Chapter 22:

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Zhen Yi came to the mental hospital again in the afternoon.
The patients were on lunch break, and the yard was quiet. Blue sky and white clouds, grass flowing water, willow branches swaying in the corner.
After the grass had just been sprinkled with water and the air was fresh, Zhen Yi took a deep breath, and suddenly felt that living here would actually be very comfortable. Walking across Xiaopo, there was a white sick figure on the bridge and a male nurse.
Let alone? Treatment is really high.
The patient looked relaxed, his eyes closed with his head closed, and the sun was smiling in the corners of his lips; the nurse was more cautious and as restrained as a bodyguard.
Zhen Yi walked up the small wooden bridge, the patient still closed his eyes and looked at the sky, the sun shining on his high nose bridge, clean and clean. He has a large white sick suit and his fair face is almost transparent in the sun.
She has seen it. The one who talked to the last time. A closer look, it's really pretty.
The patient suddenly opened her eyes, and after a second, her eyes fell on her face, very quiet.
Zhen Yi was startled. She didn't have close contact with the mental patient, so she was terrified. Immediately met his gaze, her heart trembling, as if something was beaten, what a pair of deep eyes! Calm, no waves, but like a hidden current underneath.
Just a moment, he smiled at her lightly and said, "Hi!"
Zhen Yi's heart slammed again, responding: "Hi!" She kept pace, but accelerated. He gazed after her, and when she was getting closer and closer to him, he looked at the green of the treetops and said, "Spring is coming to an end. Time is passing quickly, what do you say?"
Zhen Yixiao: "It's not that time is fast, we are changing."
The patient narrowed his eyes slightly, looking interested, and asked, "Are you feeling tired these days?"
Zhen Yi froze for a second, shaking his head: "No."
He didn't mean it, and asked again: "What's your name?"
Zhen Yi was slightly surprised, didn't answer, I don't know whether to stop or go. At this time, the nurse on the side felt something was wrong, took a step forward, took off the earplugs, and looked at the patient with cold eyes: "You are not allowed to talk to others."
The patient smiled and nodded, closing her mouth.
Zhen Yi wondered.
The nurse stepped forward and said in harmony: "Sorry, this patient is seriously ill and cannot talk to others. I hope you cooperate."
Zhen Yi nodded, glanced at the patient in a hurry, and continued on. But seeing the nurse put on the earplugs again, don't you want to be accused by the patient?
Strangely, he does not look sick at all.
Could it be that the rich children were forced to imprisonment? Zhen Yi's conspiracy theories were rampant, and after thinking about it for a while, he felt bored and left behind.
Entering the building, the nurse led her to see the words.
Bending the hallway, she looked in through the glass, she was dressed in white, stood at the table, pointed at the paper and said something, and a group of doctors were around.
Also wearing a white coat, but he was particularly dusty.
She looked at it for a while, reminding herself that he was someone else's boyfriend, and don't overdo it.
After a while, the meeting inside broke up. The nurses also came out of the duty room and said that the neuropaths were about to get up. Zhen Yi heard that the neuropathy here is like a nickname.
Zhen Yi tilted her head to look across the glass window. The sleepy patients wore loose white clothes, rubbed their eyes and lined up, humming with the nurses to the activity room.
One by one is clean, she feels very cute.
Her eyes were blocked by the white corner of the clothes. She slowly raised her eyes and met the quietly raised eyebrows. He asked: "Is your hand ready?"
After Zhen Yi's examination, he realized that he was asking about dislocation: "Not so coquettish."
"Is dislocation related to squeamishness?"
"" Zhen Yi was speechless, too lazy to answer, "I came to investigate Wu Zhe."
"What's wrong with him?" Yange turned and walked forward.
"You" Zhen Yi ruthlessly licked his back, she clearly said on the phone.
She suffocated and followed in his footsteps, saying again: "Forensic personnel detected a large piece of Luminol's reaction in Room 36. Although they were temporarily unable to identify the blood stains, they have re-acquired evidence in Room 36. The room where the incident was likely It ’s number 36, not number 31.

"Well." He walked in front without looking back. "What is the relationship with Wu Zhe?"
"The deceased Chen Bo, Room 31, the first suspect Wu Zhe the police visited described the same scene as Room 31, misleading the police in disguise. The police did not think that the scene was wrong."
"Then do you think Wu Zhe's role in the case?"
"At least informed." Zhen Yi mumbled, "The original simple murder case can be cleared and witnessed, and many links make it extremely complicated. Everyone has suspicions, but there is not enough evidence."
"Then you try to simplify complex problems." He said, "Whoever is in the center of the four suspects starts with whoever."
"Are you saying Song Yi? But she didn't cooperate at all. Fortunately, she passed the polygraph, otherwise she could not protect others, but was killed."
He glanced at her sideways: "The results of the polygraph can only be used as a reference, sometimes not necessarily accurate. Especially not suitable for people with unstable mental conditions."
"But I think Song Yi's performance was quite accurate that day." Zhen Yi added, "Wu Zhe's current situation."
The voice fell, and a patient came up, staring at the speech frame, his eyes stunned: "Dr. Yan, I have dreamed again recently. It's strange that I haven't been killing people in my dreams these days."
"What's your dream?" The expression stopped and asked in a low voice.
"I dreamed that I picked up a lot of gold, and then I went swimming." The patient stared at him persistently. "What do you mean by this dream, Doctor Yan? Did I have a problem?"
Without saying a word, he asked: "Is it difficult to swim?"
"No effort."
"Why wouldn't it be hard to carry gold?"
"I gave back the owner of gold." The patient finished, panicking. "I didn't actually use gold to blow his head. Am I all right?"
Nodded his head and said, "It's worthy of praise to pick up the gold."
The patient sighed with relief, and the child ran away with joy.
Zhen Yi was baffled and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with him?"
"Do you know the delusion of being killed?"
"Ok."
"He's the opposite."
""
"Having persecution and delusion will always think about the people around you."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Zhen Yi suddenly felt that the mental hospital was not as calm as the surface.
"Fortunately." He seemed unwilling to say more.
Zhen Yi didn't ask deeply, returning to the previous topic: "How has Wu Zhe performed recently?"
"normal."
"Is he alright?"
"All symptoms of PTSD are displayed normally."
""
"Uh, you said last time that he might misread the meaning of others and pose a threat to those around him."
"No, he was quarantined and waited for his symptoms to stabilize."
"How stable?"
"Treatment." Yange looked at her sideways. "That's a detailed question. Do you want to be a doctor?"
"It's just curiosity." She deflated her mouth, remembering that Wu Zhe secretly hided the medicine last time, and couldn't help worrying, "What if the patient doesn't cooperate with treatment?"
"Many people will not cooperate, such as hiding the medicine."
"Do you know they can hide medicine?" Zhen Yi was surprised.
"Is it difficult to know?" He said, "so often they are not given medicine, but vitamin tablets."
""
Zhen Yi was speechless and inexplicably felt that the contest between the psychiatrist and the neurotic patient was good.
"Do you want to give vitamin tablets to improve their physical fitness?"
"No, because medicine is too expensive. It's a pity to waste."
""
Is this what the doctor who saved the wounded should say?
"Then why do you let disobedient patients take medicine?" Zhen Yi was still curious.
The speech slowed down a bit, and after thinking about it, he said, "I won't tell you."
"Will it break the rules if I tell?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Just don't want to tell you."
""
Zhen Yi really didn't want to talk to him, and said after a while: "Is it possible for Wu Zhe to pretend to be sick?"
"Check it for him, it's really sick."
"Then what is the chance that he will escape from the hospital and secretly return?"
"01."
"That's impossible." She said to herself.
"Everything is not absolute." He reminded in good faith.
"" Zhen Yi shut up.
You exude such a temperament that you say nothing, does your girlfriend know?
Seeing Wu Zhe, he was still painting, this time sitting alone in his small room. The walls on the ground are all painted with paper, which is different from last time. This time is a bright watercolor, and there is only one landscape in it: Tang Shang.
The head, half body, full body, side, running, sitting still are countless, all scattered in the room.
Wu Zhe painted quietly, and scratched his head frantically, his nerves shattered: "Why not come back? Xiao Shang, why not come back?"
Zhen Yi panicked cautiously;
Yan opened the door and turned back to see her slightly twitchy eyes, embarrassed and uneasy; he looked quietly, and suddenly wanted to pat her shoulder, and tried it, but his hand was like a huge boulder hanging, his fingers moved Move, but the arm can't be lifted.
He finally put his hand back in his pocket and said, "He won't hurt you. I'm guarding outside, don't be afraid." He lowered his voice inadvertently, slowly mellowing alcohol.
Zhen Yi was taken aback for a moment, his heart burst forth and went in with his head down.
This time Wu Zhe recognized her again: "Lawyer Zhen, you are here, wait again, Xiao Shang will come back after a while."
"it is good."
The ground is full of paintings, Zhen Yi has no ground, and standing in a portrait of Tang Sang in a world is a little scary. There was a chill in her back.
"Wu Zhe."
"Ok?"
"What did you draw last time?"
"Last time I didn't draw."
"You" Zhen Yi wanted to say that you drew, afraid of stimulating him, and changed the way, "Oh, did I remember it wrong? I seem to see a lot of black comics."
"That's not what I painted."
Zhen Yi excitedly: "Who painted?"
"Xiao Shang painted it."
The pounding heart subsided again, would Tang Shang paint? Zhen Yi remembered that although the paintings were only black and white, the quality of the paintings was quite high, not a novice or an amateur.
"Can I see it?"
"In the cupboard."
Zhen Yi went to find, but there was no painting in the cabinet, only his clothes and tablets. She remembered the movie and screamed in shock, and opened the tablet after Wu Zhe's permission. There is also a movie introduction on the player.
When she saw the movie poster, she was stunned: the two women looked at each other face-to-face, one with thick makeup and the other with a refined look. Somehow, at first glance, they looked a bit similar.
Actors: Song Yi, Tang Shang,
If you think about it, both of them are model models, and their bodies are very similar.
Film Introduction: In the rainy night, the beautiful and pure female student (Tang Chang) drove down to anchor, followed the light in the woods to find a mountain villa, and the door was opened by a rickety old lady. Everywhere in the villa is weird. The female student sleeps at night and feels that someone has moved her face. She suddenly wakes up and there are mirrors on the roof. Her face in the mirror is full of makeup (Song Yi), no longer like her. She was terrified, and someone was tapping on the thick wooden door.
Zhen Yi asked Wu Zhe: "Do you like this?"
"Well, this is Xiao Shang's first time as an actor. She behaved really well."
"Is it?" Zhen Yi suspected that Song Yi was the protagonist, and Tang Shang had only a small part at the beginning.
"Yes." Wu Zhe was very proud. "She supported it alone."
Zhen Yi's footboard began to get cold, and her mind suddenly echoed Song Yi's voice "want to be a painter". She pointed to the face with thick makeup on the poster and asked slowly: "Wu Zhe, who is she?"
Wu Zhe looked up: "She is a little skirt."
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