The rain has stopped. The ground was still wet, and the air was filled with a damp smell, as if it was about to penetrate through the pores.

The car stopped in front of the gate of the K-City Psychiatric Center, and the tall gray fence still made Star Swirl feel a little strange in her heart.

She knew very well at the moment that her body was hidden in a secret room here, and she had to restrain the urge in her heart, because the time to wake up had not yet come.

"What are you thinking?" This time Mr. X asked her.

Star Swirl shook her plush head and replied, "Let's go inside." ”

Tang Yitong's mother, Yang Liu, has been living in a spiritual recuperation center for more than a year. No one has dared to tell her about the misfortune that has happened in her family.

Mr. X first approached Dr. Jiang to learn briefly about Yang Liu's recent condition.

"Dr. Li, what kind of wind is blowing you?" After a long time of not seeing him, Dr. Chiang's enthusiasm is still undiminished.

Mr. X raised his eyebrows with a "you know" expression.

Dr. Jiang immediately understood: "It's another 'can't say' commission, I understand, I understand." ”

Dr. Jiang retrieved Yang Liu's paper file from the archives, flipped through a few pages, thought for a moment and said, "I have some impressions of this woman. ”

"Hmm." Mr. X waited for his answer.

"When Yang Liu was admitted to our recuperation center, she was completely insane, and when she met someone, she said that there was a little girl in white in front of her, but in fact there was nothing.

After a year of treatment, she appears to be almost normal, rarely relapses, and the doctors and patients here seem to like her. ”

"However," Dr. Chiang said mysteriously, "she is only superficially normal, but in fact she is still very sick." ”

"Special paranoia." Mr. X said.

"That's right." Dr. Jiang nodded and took Mr. X to the ward where Yang Liu lived in Area B.

Not to Star Swirl's surprise, Willow is a very beautiful female patient, which is probably what impresses Dr. Jiang.

At this time, she was sitting quietly at her desk, holding a pen and writing something in her notebook. She has a delicate melon seed face, and her pitiful eyes are very similar to Tang Yitong's eyes.

Her long black hair was satin-shiny and her skin looked smooth, and it seemed that she was well maintained in a mental sanatorium.

Star Swirl couldn't help but think that when Tang Yitong grew up, he would be as charming as the woman in front of him.

"Hello, Ms. Yang." Mr. X walked into the room and kept a meter away from her.

Yang Liu raised his head and looked at him, closed the notebook on the table gently, and then smiled very politely and said, "Hello, please sit down." ”

Mr. X chose to sit diagonally across from her and cut to the point without hesitation: "I came to talk about your husband and daughter. ”

"Tang Zhengwen and Yitong? What do you want to ask? Surprisingly, Yang Liu didn't ask Mr. X about his origin at all, but just followed his words.

"Everything about them, especially your daughter."

"Tang Zhengwen has never been a competent husband, in his eyes I am just a thoughtless vase. But I am afraid that even he himself did not expect that I knew all his secrets. Speaking of this, a strange smile appeared on Yang Liu's face.

She continued: "As for Yitong, she is a child we adopted from a welfare home. Tang Zhengwen and I can't have the crystallization of love. ”

Star Swirl's eyes widened, what? Tang Yitong turned out to be their adopted child?

"But Yitong looks a little like you." Mr. X said.

"That's right, that's why I wanted to adopt her. Yitong is a very empathetic child. Yang Liu smiled, probably because he really liked Yitong.

Mr. X's eyes looked out of the window, and his thoughts seemed to drift a little farther away, when he suddenly heard Yang Liu whisper, "I know what you're here for." Tell me, is something wrong with my family? ”

Mr. X turned around and said calmly, "Your husband is dead, and his body was found on the rooftop of the building. As for your daughter Tang Yitong, she is missing. ”

Yang Liu's face was expressionless, as silent as a wall.

Although Mr. X's words are too direct, the woman in front of her has the right to know everything that happened to her husband and daughter.

Yang Liu looked at Mr. X with empty eyes, and silence filled the room like air, seeping into every corner.

Suddenly, her eyes widened so wide that they almost fell out of their sockets, "It's her... The treacherous kid is back. ”

"What kid?"

Yang Liu didn't answer anymore, she closed her eyes and fell on the bed, motionless, like a cold corpse.

Mr. X left Yang Liu's hospital room, greeted Dr. Jiang, and prepared to leave.

"Dr. Li, please wait a minute." Dr. Jiang suddenly stopped him.

"Anything else?" Mr. X asked back.

"That female patient has always had the habit of keeping a diary. If you need her diary, I can..."

"This doesn't bother Dr. Jiang, and I'm afraid this doesn't meet the rules of your nursing home." Mr. X rejected Dr. Chiang.

"Oh, too." A look of loss appeared on Dr. Jiang's face, and he looked at the back of Mr. X as he left and fell into deep thought.

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Xiao Hui, sitting on the windowsill, was holding a book in his hand, while his adoptive mother was still lingering on the sickbed.

Suddenly, he heard the doorbell ringing.

Xiaohui immediately put down the book in his hand and walked towards the door. However, when he opened the door, he found it empty.

A dim light hung over the corridor on the second floor, and he poked his head out to look around, but there was not half a figure in sight. However, he did hear the doorbell just now.

Is anyone playing a prank? Still is...

At this time, Xiaohui suddenly heard a sound of footsteps, which was extremely soft, coming from the stairs leading downstairs, like a leaf falling lightly on the ground.

Xiaohui ran downstairs, he could only hear ghostly footsteps, but he couldn't see the figure.

I don't know how long he ran, he finally saw the figure in front of him clearly, the little girl in the white dress, she turned her head to look at Xiaohui, and whispered, "See you again." ”

The doorbell was pressed for a long time, and Xiaohui's adoptive mother's consciousness gradually became clear, and she looked at the empty room, her man had long abandoned her and left here. And what about Xiaohui?

The woman shouted Xiaohui's name a few times, but there was no movement, and the doorbell was still ringing.

She cursed under her breath, struggled to sit up from the bed, and stumbled to the door.

Before opening the door, the woman deliberately leaned on the cat's eye and looked out.

Suddenly, she saw a blood-red eye staring at her from beyond the cat's eye.