"Really, fucking fate."

"!"

Fang Zhe slumped weakly in his chair, and he was the only one left in this office at this time.

After Mr. Lin finished saying what she had to say, she left the room in a hurry after adding Fang Zhe's WeChat, and she didn't know why, when the young man in front of her heard Dr. Gao's name, his attitude suddenly changed so quickly, and his gloomy face seemed to be thunder and lightning.

On WeChat, there is a transfer record of 1,000 yuan, but Mr. Lin does not dare to take it.

When she went out, Principal Chang, who had been waiting outside the door, hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Teacher Lin, have you helped Mr. Fang?" ”

Teacher Lin smiled strangely: "I don't know if I can help him, I just know that it's better to let him be alone in it now." ”

Hearing this, Principal Chang nodded thoughtfully, and went to the classroom with Teacher Lin to take care of the children.

Inside the house, Fang Zhe pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers, and his headache was cracking.

He thought to himself, this Doctor Gao is really not simple, he is not only his mother's attending physician, but also the doctor of "that hospital" who was stared at by the headquarters of the Abnormal Crime Processing Bureau, or an undercover agent who was arranged by the bureau's senior management to "that hospital".

But so what?

If I guessed correctly, Dr. Gao should have turned into excrement and been flushed down the toilet drain into the septic tank of a certain community.

Now, he should be seen all over the country.

Thinking of this, Fang Zhe couldn't help but smile bitterly, he couldn't wait to rush to Boss Tian now, give the dead fat pig two big mouths, and praise his good skills.

The mobile phone was dialed, and it was Yang Haixin's number.

The free ringtone from the microphone rang for more than ten seconds, and just when there was about to appear an artificial cold prompt tone, a lazy voice came out.

"Dry chicken feathers?" Yang Haixin lay on the sofa in his office, his eyes closed, waiting for an answer on the other end of the phone.

"Did you know in advance that Dr. Gao had been a doctor at the Third Hospital?" Fang Zhe coldly threw out such a sentence, he deliberately did not raise the fact that the doctor was his mother's attending physician.

"What? How would I know? ”

"Then why did you arrange for Dr. Gao to go undercover in that hospital? How did you find him? ”

"You ask me, who do I ask, the action plan was planned by Zhang Xun, and the report was submitted directly to the headquarters, and then the headquarters adopted it, and I didn't participate much in the whole process." Yang Haixin paused, opened his eyes a slit, and continued: "Did you find any clues in that place?" ”

Fang Zhe didn't answer his question directly, but said, "I want to go to the Third Hospital of Licheng City." ”

The Third Hospital of Licheng City is a hospital specializing in the treatment of mental illness, Fang Zhe, as a local, naturally knows that when he was in junior high school, he went to the hospital to find his mother, but it is not open to the public, even if he wants to be hospitalized, he must be identified by the psychiatric appraisal center and issue a corresponding report before he can enter the hospital for treatment.

For this reason, Fang Zhe thought about how to prove that he was mentally ill overnight, and for this reason, he also went to the relevant hospital for an examination.

It was then that he learned that he was suffering from "PTSD", the so-called post-traumatic disorder.

But this simply does not meet the criteria for admission to the third hospital.

Later, he pretended to be crazy and stupid for a while, such as drooling, his eyes were dull and shouted "Abba Aba", his uncle Fang Shijun just glanced at him indifferently, and then went out. For example, what words such as "hate", "kill", and "bury love" were written in the book with a red pen, and what fake photos of cutting wrists were sent on the talk, accompanied by a paragraph of words that he didn't want to live, and Fang Shijun, intentionally or unintentionally, saw it, but all he got was a box of Band-Aids.

For another example, when Xia Ran's personality appeared, Fang Zhe told Fang Shijun frankly about this matter, and all he got was a faint "Oh".

It seems that Fang Shijun just regarded him as a child in the rebellious period, and it seemed that Fang Shijun guessed Fang Zhe's thoughts.

Later, Fang Zhe's attempt to prove that he was mentally ill was out of the way, because he began to think about how to prove that he was a normal person.

The memories were only fleeting in his mind, and Yang Haixin's words forcibly pulled Fang Zhe out of his memory.

He said, "The Third Hospital? It was just demolished the night before yesterday, and if you want to go, wait for it to be completed, about a year. ”

“。。。” Fang Zhe.

Seeing that the other party didn't reply for a long time, Yang Haixin thought about it and said slowly: "After the matter is done, come back quickly, the day after tomorrow, the director and I will go to the headquarters for a meeting, there is something you need to complete before leaving, you can ask Siming for the specific content." ”

"As for Dr. Gao and the Third Hospital, you can call Zhang Xun, I really don't know the specific plan of the undercover operation, but as long as the level of confidentiality is not top-level, he will tell you everything he can tell you."

Speaking of this, Yang Haixin paused for about five seconds, and the two were silent like this.

"Regarding the fire that broke out in your house that year, as well as all the information about your parents, the director used his authority to apply to the headquarters for inspection, approval, it was approved, but the content of the information, the director said that there is not much use for fart, and the address of No. 362 Huayuan North Road was provided to me by the director and asked me to pass it on to you."

"If you want to check, I will definitely cooperate with you fully, this is what I promised you at the beginning, but I can't wait. Think about it yourself, a document that does not record anything special can be archived as a fourth-level classified document in the bureau, which must be related to the out-of-control person, you think about it again, the incident happened in the fire, and which out-of-control person will use fire, and even know you? ”

"Hurry up and come back with Zheng Siming, you will deduct your salary if you are late."

The phone was hung up by Yang Haixin like this, and after he put the phone back in his pocket, he put his hands in his pockets and held a cigarette in his mouth, not knowing what he was thinking.

Fang Zhe threw his mobile phone on the table without saying a word, he didn't plan to call Zhang Xun now, but wanted to ask face-to-face after returning to the bureau.

Yang Haixin, although he doesn't know much about it, at least he has a little trust. As for Zhang Xun, he felt that the person was unpredictable, if he only relied on the tone in the microphone of the phone, Fang Zhe didn't dare to guarantee that he knew which sentence the other party said was true and which was false.

Of course, even if he chatted face-to-face, Fang Zhe couldn't tell whether what the other party said was true or false. However, he can call Xia Ran out without saying a word.

As for Yang Haixin's almost obvious splashing of dirty water on Liu Liang's body in the end, Fang Zhe would not feel strange, he knew that Yang Haixin definitely did not deliberately want to sow discord, but the facts were there.

The files that can be summarized in the Anomalous Crime Handling Bureau are 100% related to the out-of-control.

Liu Liang is now the most wanted out-of-control person in the No. 15 Branch of Haixi City, and his code name is "Fire Sacrificer".

And what caused the drastic change in Fang Zhe's family was caused by that fire.

What's even more outrageous is that the investigation found that the fire in Liu Liang's house was lit by Liu Liang himself, and his biological parents were buried in the fire.

Moreover, the old couple had already lost their breath before the house caught fire.

Fingertips, gently tapping on the door of Fang Zhe's head, he thought about it, and a wry smile appeared on his face again, only to hear him say lightly.

"What a fucking fate."