The sun came out again, and the temperature was two or three degrees higher than in the morning, not too hot, but he still felt a little stuffy when he just sat in the car, Fang Zhihe rolled up his sleeves and started the car.

Suddenly, the mobile phone in his pocket buzzed, he took it out and took a look, and found that a name was displayed on the screen: Fang Jinnan!

He sank the sullen breath in his chest and pressed the connect button: "What?"

"If vocal dysphoria due to organic pathology has been ruled out, then it is likely that the post-traumatic stress disorder caused by a traumatic event in the past is the most important thing in this case is to first find the stressor, transfer or eliminate it, and in addition to completely detach the patient from the traumatic environment. Fang Jinnan knew that Fang Zhihe must be listening, so he spoke a little slower than usual, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm free every Wednesday afternoon!"

"Hmm!" Fang Zhihe answered and hung up the phone, he turned his head to look at the woman next to him, the woman was still sitting in a daze, looking like she was not alive, he sighed lightly, drove the car out, and in an inadvertent turn of his head, he found that the woman in the seat next to him had begun to lower her eyelids, so he said softly: "Sleep if you are sleepy!"

When Lin Rongrong heard Fang Zhihe's voice, he suddenly raised his head to look at him, and there was already obvious tiredness in his gray eyes.

After Fang Zhihe and Lin Rongrong looked at each other, he parked the car on the side of the road, and then stretched out his finger and tapped the button in front of him, and after a second, the back of Lin Rong's seat slowly fell backwards, and finally fell into a lying state, and then he adjusted his seat again, found a comfortable position, and gently closed his eyes.

As soon as Fang Zhihe closed his eyes, he lost the ability to judge whether Lin Rongrong was awake or asleep, because even if she was awake, she was motionless and did not make any sound, which he had never figured out.

In his cognition, anyone who is awake will make a sound more or less, even the slightest movement will produce a sound, but Lin Rongrong will not, when she is quiet, she is a living sculpture, not moving, not making the slightest sound.

How can there be such a person in this world? Is it because of genetic mutations? Or is it ......

Fang Zhihe felt that his consciousness was blurred, and his hearing became weaker and weaker, he didn't know what kind of place he would fall into this time, what he would encounter, he wanted to guess, but his consciousness no longer allowed it.

After 40 minutes, he woke up, took a closer look, and realized that he hadn't dreamed of anything, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at the sleeping Lin Furry on the side.

It was a face that had not been modified in any way, and the face was embedded with exquisite facial features, which was not ugly on the whole, especially the mouth, which was not thin or thick, not big or small, and was very good-looking, but why couldn't such a good-looking mouth speak?

Fang Zhihe was depressed again when he thought of this, he hoped that she could speak, and he especially hoped that she would be able to live a normal life, and she could tell her heart and share her happiness and sadness.

However, he couldn't tell why he was so desperate for her to live a normal life, and he couldn't tell why he left her in Dusk Forest Manor, because of pity?