Yang Ke was taken aback by Zhou Xuan, he saw Zhou Xuan covering his head, his whole body was twitching, and he couldn't help but worry: "Brother Zhou, are you okay?" Do you want me to take you to the hospital? ”

"No, no need," Zhou Xuan waited for the headache to improve a little, he shook his head, feeling as if there was nothing wrong, so he said: "Maybe I stayed up too long and had a nervous breakdown." And do you think I might have time to go to the hospital, time is money, brother. ”

Yang Ke was speechless.

I didn't see that Zhou Xuan was still a workaholic.

"Brother Zhou, it's not me who said, if you do this, your body will be unbearable sooner or later, don't come home in a week, you can't even go to bed, your sister-in-law will be angry."

"How do you talk?"

"Don't talk about it, I'm full, I'll go back first, Brother Zhou, you can go back to work after you settle the bill, I'll help you sleep with you."

Zhou Xuan rubbed his head and said, "Get out, get out, don't let me see you again." ”

Yang Ke reached out and touched Zhou Xuan's wig, and said with concern: "I really don't need me to take you to the hospital?" ”

"You kid!"

"Bye-bye!"

Yang Ke also ran away.

Zhou Xuan couldn't catch up with him at all.

When he came to the subway station, Yang Ke took out his mobile phone and flipped out Ming Jiayi's text message again.

Song Xinlu, Yang Pengfei's psychiatrist seven years ago, is also him.

Coincidence doesn't cost money anymore?

For Yang Ke, if there are more than three coincidences, it is no longer a coincidence.

He picked up the phone and called Ming Jiayi.

The phone rang and the other side picked it up.

Ming Jiayi said in a soft voice: "Hey, Yang Ke, is there something wrong?" ”

"I'd like to ask a question, are you convenient now?"

"It's convenient and convenient, Captain Liang and they have been on duty outside for the past two days, and I am the only one in the bureau, and they don't let me go out on patrol, you don't know, I'm almost idle."

Yang Ke said tentatively: "Captain Liang, are they busy with a big case? ”

Ming Jiayi's voice was a little depressed.

"It's not clear, they won't let me know. What do you want to ask? By the way, Zhang Tongtong has already been sent to his grandparents' house, I guess you should be curious to know about it. ”

"Uh, well, I already know about this. I actually wanted to ask if it was this Dr. Song Xinlu who called you at the police station that day? ”

"Oh my God, how do you know?!"

Ming Jiayi was stunned, she didn't say anything that day!

The corners of Yang Ke's mouth twitched, he really didn't want to know.

"What did you say then?"

"It's nothing, it's just the usual one, remind me to remember the patient list for that week, and then I'll put your name in by the way."

It turned out to be reported at that time.

"Did he react in any way when he heard my name?"

"The reaction, no, it's just the same as usual. But seriously, how the hell did you guess? Have you investigated me? ”

Ming Jiayi's curiosity was successfully hooked by Yang Ke.

Yang Ke casually made an excuse and said: "I'm just an ordinary person, investigating what a policeman does, I saw the name of the doctor you sent, and suddenly thought that you answered the phone that day, and then guessed casually, but I didn't expect to really guess correctly." ”

"You're so godly, I'm getting goosebumps. If I want to have the ability to associate like you, I don't have to sit on the cold bench here. ”

Ming Jiayi is quite envious, she has always wanted to be a policeman like Sherlock Holmes who solves cases, but unfortunately she has not mastered the essence of solving cases until now.

"What's so surprising about this, it's just that it's right."

"No, no, no, the ability to associate is very important for the police."

"You're talking about reasoning."

"Lenovo is just as important."

"You're right."

Yang Ke didn't want to argue with Ming Jiayi about this.

He already knew everything he wanted to know.

Han Shi: The place where she was hospitalized was Jieshi Sanji Hospital, where Song Xinlu worked.

Maybe he can use Song Xinlu as a breakthrough to find a way to get in touch with Han Shi's isolation.

But the premise is that Han Shi, the place where they were quarantined, is still in that hospital.

"Officer Ming, can you send me a picture of the doctor, I want the latest."

"Photos? That's right, you're afraid of finding the wrong person, right, I'll send it to you in a moment. ”

"Thanks, then I'll hang up first."

"Don't talk about it, okay, bye."

Yang Ke hung up the phone and got on the subway.

After a while, he received a photo from Ming Jiayi.

Song Xinlu in the photo is much older than he was seven years ago, but there are generally no obvious changes.

Back in the community, when passing the third floor, the landlord did not come out, which made Yang Ke breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he went back to his room, intending to take out his hat first, but on second thought, he might as well take this opportunity to see if the little skeleton could get all three pieces out.

"Little skeleton, take out my three-piece suit."

The little skeleton poked its little head out of the wall of the room, looked at Yang Ke, and then shrank back again.

Nearly twenty minutes passed, and the little skeleton flew straight out of the wall and slammed into the bed.

It held Yang Ke's three-piece suit tightly in its arms, and its head shook irregularly, so that Yang Ke couldn't understand it at all.

"Tell me slowly, what's going on?"

"Oh, you were found by the One-Eyed Book, and it told me to hurry back the two extra pieces."

"If I don't pay it back, will it come out?"

"No, then what is it, don't worry about it, I'll put it on first."

Yang Ke took off his coat, then put on his windbreaker, put on a top hat, and held a cane and a sword in his hand.

It was the first time to wear such a set in reality, and Yang Ke felt that he finally had the appearance of a hunter.

If he is paired with a cooler mask, he can completely transform into a hunter [Black Coffin] and walk in the dark to eradicate evil.

It's a pity that there is no big mirror at home, and he can't see the effect of his whole body.

But it's enough, at least Yang Ke is very secure now.

Dressed in a trench coat and armed with a cane and a sword, he sat on the bed and began to imagine what Song Xinlu would look like in his mind.

A moment later, Yang Ke turned his gaze and appeared in a hospital corridor.

Song Xinlu stood at the corner of the hallway, leaning against the wall, holding a test report in his hand.

Yang Ke couldn't see the contents of the test report, but he could feel that Song Xinlu's mood was very depressed.

Song Xinlu took out the cigarette case from his pocket and wanted to take out a cigarette to smoke, but as soon as he took it out, he was suddenly snatched away by a hand and thrown into the trash can next to him.

He looked up and saw that it was Liang Jun who stopped him.

Song Xinlu was very depressed and said: "Can't you even smoke here?" ”

Liang Jun took the test sheet in Song Xinlu's hand, and his expression became a little serious.

"This is the test report of the 21st, how long do you think it can be supported with his situation?"

"I'm just a psychiatrist, how do I know? I don't understand, why can't you tell the truth to these quarantined people, just say that they may have been infected with the disease because of the blood, so you have to go around to me and arrange for them to come to me one by one for psychotherapy, is it necessary? Aren't all of their current psychological problems caused by you? ”

Liang Jun hurriedly covered Song Xinlu's mouth, he looked around, and whispered: "This matter is very important, and the public opinion that may ferment is taken into account, so it can't be easily let them know." And I'm just doing what I'm told, and you think I'm willing to do this kind of drudgery? ”

Song Xinlu sneered: "Heh, who doesn't know that you Liang Jun is famous for liking big challenges, and this time I'm afraid it's very much in line with your appetite." ”

"How can you say that about me? We've known each other for so many years. ”

Song Xinlu suddenly fell silent, and then his emotions became complicated.

Yang Ke thought that Song Xinlu thought of some memories of the two, but his next words surprised him.

"The original one named Yang Ke, hasn't his memory been restored?"

Liang Jun frowned and said, "Why do you still remember this?" It's been seven years, and if you should forget, let him forget. ”

"How can I forget, Yang Pengfei's diagnosis was given by me personally, how can you let me forget? Let's just say that I found out that I had made a mistake afterwards, but I didn't say it because I was afraid of losing my job? ”

"How could it be a misdiagnosis, don't forget, the surveillance clearly captured Yang Pengfei's sudden madness."

"He was controlled then!"

"You are talking this kind of nonsense again, you are controlled, Yang Pengfei is controlled, how many times do you have to say it before you are willing? Old Song, I think you should also go to see a psychiatrist, just wait for the end of this quarantine, and I will arrange a better psychiatrist for you. If you really can't, you should take two days off and have a good rest. ”

Yang Ke was shocked when he heard the conversation between the two of them.

didn't expect that Song Xinlu noticed the abnormality when he was so hidden, but how did he know that Yang Pengfei was controlled?

Obviously, when he used empathy at that time, Song Xinlu didn't react at all.

Song Xinlu stared at Liang Jun with both eyes, and suddenly squatted on the ground against the wall like a deflated ball.

"I remember that feeling vividly, why you guys don't believe it all the time."

Liang Jun took out a cigarette from Song Xinlu's cigarette case and put it in his mouth, but he didn't light it.

"Even if you were wrongly diagnosed, you did a good thing."

"I don't care about good things or bad things at all, I only care about my feelings, Lao Liang, I always have a feeling that this world is far more mysterious than what we see, such as superpowers, such as aliens, are you sure that there are none of these? Maybe it's just that we haven't seen it. Just like when I diagnosed Yang Pengfei, maybe someone used superpowers. ”

"You're here again, I really can't say you," Liang Jun stuffed the test report into Song Xinlu's hand, "You have this kung fu, you might as well hurry up and take a look at No. 21, if you can ease his mood a little, maybe there is hope for this disease to be cured." ”

Song Xinlu stood up with the test report, he didn't bother to say more to Liang Jun.

In the past seven years, the other party has never believed even a word from him.

Song Xinlu walked through the corridor to an office at the end, and Yang Ke noticed that the name on the office door number was pasted with white paper, obviously to prevent others from seeing the exact address here.

They're really cautious about isolation.

Walking into the office, Song Xinlu saw the patient who was already sitting at the desk, he adjusted his mood, restored himself to a confident appearance, and then walked to his seat with his head held high.

"Patient No. 21, it's your turn for psychotherapy today, do you feel unwell?"

Song Xinlu sat on the seat next to the desk, and on the table in front of him, there was a mirror placed obliquely.

His hand holding the test report trembled slightly, and his eyes looked at patient No. 21 sitting opposite.

Patient No. 21, Meng Yuanhang, was listlessly hunched, his eyes were half-open, and he yawned big.

"I don't feel anything, I'm just a little sleepy."