"What's wrong?"

Qin Ran leaned on the desk and thought carefully.

Qin Ran was not surprised that there was a problem with Mordin's statue, in fact, after the [Hell's Sigh] changed, Qin Ran was quite wary of Mordin's statue.

It was precisely because of this that he stopped devouring the power in it.

And with the appearance of the torturers during the Pope's period and those members of the Council of Remnant Fire, Qin Ran, who saw a trace of historical truth, did not weaken his vigilance against the statue of Mordin, and became a little more suspicious.

The person who was able to survive in that chaotic era and made such a statue would definitely not be weak in terms of strength.

So......

What is the distress cry on the base of the statue?

Is it a trap with ulterior motives?

Or is it a genuine cry for help?

Qin Ran didn't know.

All he knew was that when he came into contact with the power of the so-called 'dark gold', Mordin's statue showed a slight movement, the kind that was difficult to detect even if it was close at hand.

If it weren't for the fact that his perception was close to the 2nd order, and his spirit had reached the real 5th order, it would have been difficult for him to detect this abnormal movement.

However, now that he found out, Qin Ran was naturally prepared.

Therefore, he was not surprised that he appeared in 'hell'.

It's just that......

The identity of the psychiatrist in front of him and the consultation room made him a little unable to take measures.

Sensing that the power in the body was not the slightest sluggish, the props were readily available, and there was no prompt in the system, Qin Ran frowned.

But then, he looked at the insomniac patient who was sleeping on the couch in amazement.

A trace of pure power was slowly flowing into his body.

It is a power similar to 'dark gold', but it does not need to be transformed by 'gluttony' to be able to absorb it.

Of course, according to Qin Ran's character, he would never be so careless.

At the sound of the order, 'Gluttony' pounced on him and began to chew and swallow that trace of pure power.

There isn't much pure power in this vein.

But it is also the amount of an ordinary bento in the [Righteousness of Food] dungeon world.

Feeling the slight growth of the five 'source powers' in his body, Qin Ran looked at the sleeping patient's gaze with a touch of playfulness.

Power cannot be created in a vacuum.

It is necessary to have a process of absorption and transformation.

Even ascetics need to beat their will and spirit like forging, in order to generate a trace of strength.

But what about the insomnia in front of you?

Everyman!

Whether it is the lack of muscles in the body, or the circulation without any breath in the body, it all shows the identity of the other party.

However, it is such a party that has a trace of pure power.

"Unknown?"

Qin Ran muttered to himself in his heart.

The unknown represents a crisis.

Crises can cause fear.

But as long as the fear is repelled, it will be an opportunity.

Qin Ran examined the insomnia patient in front of him in a more detailed way, and after confirming that the other party was an ordinary person, he walked to the window.

Pushing open the window, there is no glass to block it, and the morning sun is accompanied by a gentle breeze.

Warm and cozy.

The windows are on the second floor and downstairs is a small courtyard.

From Qin Ran's point of view, there were three tall palm trees in a row on the left, and the one in the middle had already exceeded the window on the second floor.

On the right side is the grape trellis, which is lush and green, full of life, so that those who sit on the stone bench of the gazebo on the side will involuntarily feel comfortable.

A white cobblestone path connected the gate to the building where Qin Ran was located.

The gate is a bronze door, and the interval between each fence can reach into a fist, but it does not really cause unnecessary trouble to the owner, which looks beautiful and safe.

Looking beyond the door, you can see a quiet community.

The houses are scattered, and there are pedestrians walking around the corners with their dogs.

Qin Ran stretched out his hand and touched the window sill made of polished marble, and the touch in his hand told him the truth of all this.

And the powerful perception also told him that what he saw was also real.

"Another world?"

Qin Ran secretly guessed.

But it didn't take the liberty of detecting the real and the fake.

Although he has become an enter, Qin Ran has not forgotten the role of identity every time he arrives in a new copy world when he is still a rookie.

It's not just convenience, it's safety.

Therefore, Qin Ran knows very well that in a strange and unknown place, if you already have a reasonable identity, what should you do.

Don't do things that don't match your identity.

At least, there is no benefit to being reckless until you know the truth of the world.

Therefore, when he saw that the sleepy insomniac patient seemed to be awake, Qin Ran simply stepped forward and made up another hand knife.

Syllable!

After the crunch, the insomniac person fell asleep again.

This time there was no more power.

"Only once?"

Qin Ran sighed with a little disappointment and walked out of the office.

Outside the office, it's completely homely.

A blue and white contrasting carpet covers the hallway, opposite a semi-enclosed balcony with a metal frame and glass screens, a small white round table and three chairs of the same color, on which an ashtray with no cigarette butts is placed.

Sitting here, it's much more spacious than looking out of the window, and the entire community is almost entirely under the eye.

Obviously, this is supposed to be a place for people to wait.

It is enough to show that his business as a person is very good.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to see a family psychology clinic in a place like this that looks like an upscale community.

Qin Ran walked on the soft blanket and turned his head to look at the other side, where there were stairs, leading to the first and third floors respectively.

According to the layout of the house in front of him, the first floor should be the reception, and the third floor should be his personal accommodation.

Without going downstairs, Qin Ran walked towards the third floor.

He was now desperate to learn more about his identity.

The staircase is made of solid wood with a layer of dark red lacquer, and when you walk on it, you have a sense of solidity.

After turning a corner, I ascended to the third floor.

A boxy floor mat appeared in front of me, next to it were hangers and shoe racks, on which there were clothes and shoes.

Undoubtedly, although he opened a family-based psychological clinic, he completely separated his work and life areas.

Qin Ran changed into slippers according to the habit of this identity and pushed open the door in front of him.

As clean and simple as ever.

A single bed, bookshelves, computer desk, and a washroom.

Other than that, there was nothing, the walls were clean and white.

Without the slightest disappointment, Qin Ran's gaze swept over the computer, and then, began to search the computer desk and bookshelves.

People will always hide some secrets.

Familiar places will make them feel safe.

Therefore, these secrets must be placed within reach, but they are difficult for others to touch.

The computer has a network cable, which is obviously not suitable.

Computer desks and bookshelves are much more suitable.

And soon, Qin Ran made a discovery.

In one of the most frequently turned books on the shelf, he found a small half of a photo

The character above is 'he' with a big smile.

The remaining half was cut off.

There is no text on the back of the photo.

However, judging from the posture of 'he' in the photo, it should be hand in hand.

Qin Ran frowned.

And judging from such a gesture and the results of photo processing, this identity should be a heterosexual or something.

This is not good news for Qin Ran.

But fortunately, the two sides clearly broke up.

It's worth celebrating!

Qin Ran breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and after putting the photo back, he began to look at the books in front of him.

Most of them are psychological books, and the rest are miscellaneous books, which obviously take a lot of time to check thoroughly.

And downstairs, there is a patient waiting for him.

Turning around and going downstairs, Qin Ran returned to the office.

When the patient showed signs of awakening again, Qin Ran slapped another hand knife.

Qin Ran had a good control of the force.

It can make the other party sleep, but it will not cause real damage to the other party.

After that, he made up the hand knife again, and the time came to noon.

Qin Ran heard the footsteps of the little nurse in his ears.

Knock, knock.

"Come in."

In the knock on the door, which was obviously much lower, after obtaining Qin Ran's permission, the little nurse who walked in looked at the sleeping insomnia patient, and looked at Qin Ran with admiration in her eyes.

Sure enough, he is the winner of the Feron Psychology Award!

"The doctor's consultation is coming to an end soon."

"He's the only patient you have an appointment with today, and you can rest in the afternoon."

"Also, I have two new "Emerald Tower" movies here, do you want to ...... with me?"

The little nurse stammered.

"Is there a popcorn and snack platter?"

Qin Ran subconsciously asked.

"No, those calories are too high, I've been losing weight lately."

The little nurse also subconsciously shook her head.

"Don't."

"I'm a little tired today."

"I want to rest in the afternoon."

Qin Ran simply refused the little nurse's invitation.

The movie must be a boring film just by hearing the name, and he didn't want to waste his time on it.

"Okay."

The little nurse nodded disappointedly, but she did not forget her duty and began to wake up the insomniac patient on the sofa.

"Shhh

"How do I feel like my neck hurts a little."

The insomniac who wakes up clutches his neck and moans as soon as he wakes up.

"It's supposed to be a stiff neck."

"You're familiar with your own pillow, and you're a little unaccustomed to my pillow here, so you'll just go and warm it up."

"How does it feel?"

After Qin Ran finished explaining, he asked about the results of the treatment.

"Great!"

"I haven't wanted to rest like this in days!"

"Thank you so much!"

"You deserve to be the winner of the Foon Award, I have seen several psychiatrists before, but it is completely useless, and will only make me take sleeping pills."

People with insomnia rave about it.

And this kind of praise made the little nurse on the side look at Qin Ran more and more differently.

Sure enough, I was still a little fat before I was rejected!

Lose five pounds from another diet!

I was able to achieve the perfect weight!

When the time comes, invite the doctor again!

He'll say yes!

The little nurse, who had silently made up her mind in her heart, took the patient to the first floor to pay and make medical records.

During the whole process, Qin Ran didn't say a word.

For things he didn't understand, Qin Ran was habitually silent.

It's better to see more than to talk.

Soon, under Qin Ran's gaze, the little nurse finished everything, and the insomniac patient thanked him again and left the clinic.

Then, the little nurse also got off work.

"Doctor, I'll go first."

"If you can, please order less takeout."

"It's not healthy to be too oily."

"You should choose Bigu once in a while, it will be good for your body."

Before leaving, the little nurse told Qin Ran out of kindness.

"Hmm."

Qin Ran nodded, and the moment the door closed, he picked up the takeaway leaflet placed at the reception on the first floor.

Unlike the usual takeaway flyer, there is only one phone number on it, plus a few food pictures.

This takeaway flyer, which clearly states, offers different customized meals every day, but only for the community, and is destined to be labeled with the freshest ingredients and chef service.

Picking up the phone, Qin Ran dialed it directly.

"Hello, Ai Eatery is at your service."

"Today's made-to-order meals are imperial salad, roast rabbit, roast beef with potatoes, crucian carp soup, and the main dishes are white bread and toasted tortillas."

"What do you need?"

The sweet-sounding operator in the earpiece asked.

"I need five full meals."

Qin Ran said.

"We can give chicken, chips, and Coke for every meal, do you need it?"

The operator added.

"Okay, every serving."

"My address is 2-1-6."

Qin Ran reported the address.

"Ten minutes later, I'll come to your door."

The operator assures.

In fact, five minutes later, someone rang the doorbell.

A tall, good-looking woman dressed in a crisp white chef's outfit walked in.

"Hello, Doctor 2567."

"I'm Nala, the chef who loves the restaurant."

"Are you throwing a party?"

"We have professional bartenders."

The other party is obviously familiar with the whole community and knows who lives in 2-1-6.

"Nope."

"I'm alone."

"That clearing can be used by you."

Qin Ran shook his head and pointed to the clearing in the courtyard.

"Alone?"

The other party was stunned, but the professionalism made the other party not ask any more questions, and began to direct the kitchen to carry down the food.

Fruits and vegetables are as advertised, they are extremely fresh.

The rabbit meat is marinated in advance, the whole beef is red and white like marble, and the crucian carp is alive.

As for the fried chicken, fries, and coke that were given away?

The former are both lukewarm, and the latter is cold and delicious.

When you bite into it, the fried chicken and French fries are crispy, and the cola is sweet and silky.

Qin Ran sat on the edge of the gazebo with fried chicken, French fries, and Coke in his arms, watching the other party process the ingredients while eating.

Good knife work.

Skillful.

The stove was erected.

The whole rabbit was put on the erection.

Blanch the beef.

Crucian carp is placed in a basin of warm water and spit sand.

It's just one person, but it's easy.

He is a qualified chef.

With Qin Ran's eyes, he could easily distinguish the other party's level.

Compared to mimosa, it is certainly not compared.

But compared to other ordinary chefs, it is a lot more than that.

No wonder you dare to be a door-to-door chef.

Soon, the aroma of the food wafted away.

And at this time, the ringing of the phone came from the room.

Jingle bells.

The sudden sound interrupted Qin Ran, who was immersed in the aroma of food and enjoyed the beauty.

He frowned, stood up, and walked into the room.

"Is this Mr. 2567?"

As soon as I picked up the microphone, a cold voice came from inside.

"Yes."

Qin Ran replied.

After receiving the confirmation, the grim voice continued.

"I regret to inform you that your ex-wife's body has just been found in her apartment."

"Huh?"