The white team lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said to me, "Your opinion, let's discuss it again." I have other things, go out first, and if you think of any clues, remember to contact me. After saying that, I reported his mobile phone number, and I wrote it down and he left in a hurry.

Yang Yize sent me and Han Muzhi out, and I couldn't help but ask him: "This is very obvious, it's not suicide, what else do you want to discuss?" ”

Yang Yize scratched his head and said to me as if he had made up his mind: "Teacher Xin, I'm not afraid of you being angry. The main thing is that what kind of art you are, the white team has always felt unreliable, saying that you can see what you want by drawing a picture, and you are like a blind man who measures words and tells fortunes. ”

I held my breath in my throat, clenched my fists tightly, and Yang Yize hurriedly said: "I don't see it that way, I've seen you let He Xiaomin speak, I believe you." But the white team didn't believe it. And there are people in the police force who have the same opinion as Xiaomin's mother, thinking that you have cured Xiaomin to be more depressed, and said that it is better not to treat it if you knew this. ”

Han Muzhi asked with an ugly face: "What about the autopsy, are you still doing it?" ”

"I don't know. The white team made a decision before, although Mr. Xin raised objections, but after all, this is not like traditional evidence, it can be seen and touched, this is a bit mysterious. I look at the character of the Yibai team, it's enough. Yang Yize sighed and said to me, "If there is any news, I will tell you." ”

I wanted to say something, but Han Muzhi pulled me away. I sat in his car and said, "It's terrible to be uneducated." Art therapy is a science, not a fortune-telling. I really don't know what these cops think. Why don't you let me talk to him? ”

"What's the point? Did it work? You have done your duty to remind you that you are not a police officer and have no obligation to solve crimes. Han Muzhi was very calm, "Don't meddle in things." We've established that Min isn't suicidal, so you don't have to carry psychological baggage. As for the truth, it is the job of the police. ”

I didn't say anything. Can I give myself peace of mind?

The car stopped downstairs in the community, and Han Muzhi said: "Don't go to Yiqiao today, rest at home for a day." I nodded and walked into the building under Han Muzhi's gaze.

I watched Han Muzhi's car slowly leave upstairs, and dialed Lu Zenghan's phone: "Can you do me a favor?" "I was entangled and hesitant in my heart, is it okay to ask Lu Zenghan to help persuade Xiaomin's mother to agree to the autopsy?

"I'm not available." Lu Zenghan rejected me without hesitation, and he didn't even ask me anything.

My chest was pinched up again, and I paused and said, "You know about Xiaomin." ”

Lu Zenghan sneered: "I know." Now not only do I know, but I guess everyone in the whole south of the city is about to know that there is an art therapist who has killed people. You're going to be famous. ”

"Not me." My voice was soft, but I couldn't argue, "It's really not me." ”

"Who are you not?" Lu Zenghan said unexpectedly angry, "How did you treat it?" If it can't be cured, it doesn't matter, and it kills people. Don't you have nightmares? I decided to terminate my treatment and lose my life. ”

Lu Zenghan's words struck the hesitation in my heart, and my anger came up, and my brain was hot and said: "I have seen the paintings left by Xiao Min, and she definitely did not commit suicide." ”

"What about the evidence?" Lu Zenghan was dismissive, "You can see it with a few paintings?" ”

"How can there be evidence without an autopsy?" "As long as I convince Xiaomin's family to agree to an autopsy, I think there will be a discovery." ”

"Hehe," Lu Zenghan sneered, "Doctor Xin, you are really innocent and cute, autopsy, do you think it's a joke?" How can you be sure that an autopsy will find? If not, can you afford it? ”