"Different? Yes? Are you saying... After listening to Wang Daochang's memories, Mao Daxin actually felt that something was wrong in his heart, listening to Jiang Qiao's reminder, he instantly woke up a little, and said in the future: "You mean that the goal of this Prajna is no longer a child?" ”

"No, it's not." Jiang Qiao shook his head and said in a deep voice: "It's their stand-in dolls who come back to their lives to replace them, no longer as dementia dolls, but... BECOMING BETTER THAN THEM ... Yes, exactly. Jiang Qiao stood up suddenly, pacing the room excitedly.

"What are you talking about?" Mao Daxin looked at Jiang Qiao alone and excited.

"I mean, the doll stand-in that appeared later is the perfect self in their imagination, you see, Li Fang wants to be a beauty in the eyes of others in order to make everyone like her, so the doll is beautiful in the eyes of others, but it is still the same in the eyes of her parents, because where will the parents dislike the beauty and ugliness of their daughter. But it's a pity that in addition to beauty, the doll is copied from Li Fang in other aspects, although Li Fang is beautiful, but his inferiority complex has not changed. Jiang Qiao tried his best to explain his thoughts in easy-to-understand words.

"Oh, I see. So Zheng Xue's husband said that Zheng Xue's personality has changed dramatically because Zheng Xue doesn't want to divorce, so the doll that replaces her will shape her personality into the appearance that her husband likes. Mao Daxin was ecstatic, and now it was all right.

After the excitement, the two fell into a predicament again, and the mystery was solved, but what about the real bodies that were replaced?

"Serve the people... Daxin, have you looked for your police station and police station? Jiang Qiao remembered the few big words Jiang Li had seen before, and muttered: "Daxin, if it were you, there would have been a more perfect person in your life to replace you, what about you, if it was you, what would you do." ”

"If it were me ... If I can't go home, then I can only wander. As soon as Mao Daxin thought that his comfortable home was occupied by a dove's nest, he muttered unhappily: "I really can't figure out how anyone is willing to let a stand-in live instead of him." ”

"Perhaps,It's because I don't want to live like I hate ... By the way, wandering... Daxin, do we have that kind of institution in Jiangcheng that specializes in taking in wanderers? Jiang Qiao had a flash of inspiration and shook Mao Daxin excitedly.

Mao Daxin was so dizzy that he finally broke free of Jiang Qiao and cleared his throat: "Ahem, cough, I almost got motion sickness." Of course, there is such an organization in our city, and it is on Jianxin Road, the one that is with the women's domestic violence shelter, but it doesn't even have a sign, and relatively few people know about it. ”

"Let's go, you have a picture, let's look for it." Jiang Qiao pulled Mao Daxin excitedly, "Now? Okay, you go to the parking lot and wait for me, and I'll go and take care of things. ”

"That's it." Mao Daxin parked his car in front of an inconspicuous courtyard.

"Here?" Jiang Qiao jumped out of the car and looked left and right, a little incredible.

This so-called shelter is simply too small.

In Jiang Qiao's imagination, such a shelter must be at least as big as a school, so new, and the inconspicuous two-story villa in front of him is more like the daily residence of an ordinary family.

"That's it? What's wrong? Mao Daxin also got out of the car and walked in with ease.

"Nothing, I thought it was going to be big, uh... Room by room, like our dorm room in college. I didn't expect it to be like this, how to say it, it's quite pyrotechnic. Jiang Qiao followed Mao Daxin and walked in, looking left and right curiously.

The shelter is not big, and the women are sitting on the sofa in the living room, some looking at their phones with sad faces, some staring at the photos in their hands in amazement, and at most a few people gather together to sip melon seeds.

Looking at Jiang Qiao's surprised eyes, Mao Daxin was surprised and said, "Why, this is not what you imagined?" ”

"yes, why are there so few people, and I don't think they seem to be very unhappy?" Jiang Qiao passed by a few nagging women and took a few serious looks, they still had some bruises on their faces, but they didn't seem to have any sad emotions, they seemed to be talking about some boudoir topic, and they laughed from time to time.

"How many people do you think, many people don't want to go to the police even if they encounter domestic violence, and even if they are sent here by us, they will quickly sneak back by themselves. So there were very few people here, so we let some female homeless people live here, and the homeless shelter mainly takes in men. Mao Daxin raised his chin, pointed to a few chattering middle-aged women, and whispered: "Those few have been here many times, and they will go back by themselves after a day or two, and they are already very familiar with this place." ”

"Why do you want to go back?" When Jiang Qiao heard this, he was puzzled.

"What if you still have children at home, what if you don't go, not everyone has the courage to choose divorce, especially at their age." Mao Daxin patted her on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go meet the person in charge here." ”

Jiang Qiao nodded in agreement, and couldn't help but glance back at the women, for some reason, he felt that the smiles on their faces were a little dazzling, and one of the women seemed to notice her eyes and looked in her direction.

Jiang Qiao hurriedly turned her face away, for some reason, she had an inexplicable feeling of emptiness.

"I'm sure I haven't seen these two men." Aunt Huang, the person in charge on duty, looked at the photo and said with certainty.

Jiang Qiao looked at the photo in her hand with some disappointment, just in case, she brought the photos of Li Fang before and after, but unfortunately Aunt Huang confirmed that there was no such person.

Mao Daxin patted her shoulder comfortingly, Jiang Qiao smiled reluctantly, and suddenly thought of something, took out Mao Daxin's hand-painted mask picture from his bag, and asked, "Have you ever seen this mask?" ”

Aunt Huang still shook her head: "That's it, you go down and ask them, maybe there will be clues." ”

Mao Daxin and Jiang Qiao glanced at each other and felt that it made sense, and after thanking Aunt Huang, the two casually walked around the small building. The first floor is the living room, and the second floor is divided into several small rooms, in which there are several iron frame beds, and only one or two people are lying on the bed. Jiang Qiao quietly went in and took a few looks, but it didn't seem to be the person they were looking for.

The two went to the living room again, and after asking around, they didn't get anything. The clue seems to have broken again. "Forget it, it's not too early, let's go back."

Dididi~ Mao Daxin's phone rang, Jiang Qiao watched Mao Daxin pick up the phone and frowned.

"Hello? What the? Someone called the police? Yes, I'm around here. What the? Thief? I'm coming. ”