As the group continued their discussion, the white team suddenly received a phone call, stood up and went out while answering the call. When he came back, the white team frowned, with a hint of anger: "Wu was beaten by a suspect in the same prison in the detention center, and he changed the prison cell, this is the second time. I don't know what tricks I'm playing. ”

He was beaten? He beat people almost the same, and he used to protect Zhang Zhijun with his good skills in prison, so that he could have a good relationship with Zhang Zhijun and facilitate crimes. Now it is hard to believe that he was beaten.

"Is it that he has had a serious change in psychology that causes a behavioral disorder?" One expert put it this way, "From murder to imprisonment, the process is a great psychological test. ”

Another expert engaged in criminal psychology said: "Murder usually has anger type killing, jealousy type, greed type, negligence type, psychopathic type, cruel type, etc., from the point of view of the means of dividing the body, Wu is obviously a cruel type, with a purpose and means, such a person will not be so fragile psychologically, and he can change his sex after being arrested." ”

Such discussions have their own opinions, and the white team is a bit too big to know who to listen to. I didn't speak again, Wu Chenggang is by no means a weak and bullying person, and he must have his intentions in doing this.

Coming out of the Binhai Branch, it was the beginning of the moon again. I didn't have time to go to Officer Mei's coffee house today, so I hurried back to Yiqiao, and there was a visitor who had made an appointment to go to the clinic at half past seven. I called Lu Zenghan in the taxi, but I still turned off the phone. I don't know what he's busy with, since he went on a business trip, it's like a kite with a broken string, and he can't be contacted. I was inevitably worried, but there was nothing I could do.

went to the post bridge, and when he pushed the door and collided head-on with Han Muzhi, who was about to go out, he was stunned for a moment and smiled: "There are still visitors so late?" ”

"Yes, a client with postpartum depression." I replied, looking at Han Muzhi's earnest eyes, I wanted to say something to him, but I couldn't find a topic for a while, so I had to smile at him and walk in.

The visitor was a mother of nearly 40 years old, and the frailty of the elderly mother and the relationship between her mother-in-law and daughter-in-law led to a long-term depression. The first step for such a client is to listen, and if I ask a question, she will be told a long story and cry bitterly. My heart sank.

After the treatment time arrived, the visitor had been gone for a long time, and I was still sitting in a daze in the treatment room, when there was a knock on the door, and Han Muzhi pushed the door in: "Why don't you leave?" ”

Seeing that it was him, I breathed a long sigh of relief: "Slowly, the visitor just now made me a little sad. ”

"You, the profession of psychotherapist, sentimentality is very troublesome. You will be overwhelmed by the negative energy of the visitor. Han Muzhi looked at me with concern.

"Alas, that's right. However, there is also a slight benefit, easy to empathize. I defended myself, "It's easy to build a good relationship of trust with your visitors." ”

Han Muzhi smiled helplessly and shook his head: "If you can't go, I'll send you back." ”

I hesitated, I am now Lu Zenghan's girlfriend, let Han Muzhi send it, is it appropriate? If it's an ordinary friend, it's fine, but Han Muzhi is a man who has thoughts about me. Between my entanglements, a thin layer of disappointment appeared in Han Muzhi's eyes, he didn't wait for me to answer, but asked, "Will he come?" ”

"He's on a business trip." I replied softly. This self-explanatory "he" has a little ambiguous atmosphere. When two people mention a person who does not want to be called by a name, that person must have something special.

Han Muzhi glanced at me deeply, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he and I were silent for a while. After a long time, I whispered three words to him: "I'm sorry." ”

Han Muzhi hooked his lips, trying to squeeze out a smile, but failed, and sighed: "I also have times when I can't control my emotions." After a pause, he said to me, "Sorry what?" Don't be sorry. You have the right to choose, I have the right to wait. ”

My heart panicked inexplicably: "Wait? Why cling? You are a smart person and should know that it is least cost-effective to wait for nothing. ”

Han Muzhi looked at me with a heavy gaze: "It won't be a needless wait, your choice is definitely not a good choice." ”

I never knew Han Muzhi would be so stubborn, is this affectionate? If so, this affection is a weight I can't bear. I rubbed my hands together and looked away. I didn't dare to look at Han Muzhi, the pain, disappointment, loneliness, and stubbornness in his eyes were emotions I didn't want to see, that kind of look, when it appeared in such an elegant person, I would feel guilty and guilty.

The atmosphere fell into a little awkward again, and I suddenly remembered something and changed the subject: "By the way, do you know anything about the Bai people's Azhali Sect?" ”

Speaking of other questions, Han Muzhi's expression eased slightly: "I haven't heard much about it, what's wrong?" ”

I clicked on the photo of the symbol drawn by Wu Chenggang on my phone and showed it to Han Muzhi: "Have you ever seen this symbol before?" Experts say it's a spell in the Athali religion. "I don't know if there's any clue to dig up for this symbol.

Han Muzhi magnified it with his hand and looked at it repeatedly, shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it." I can ask my friends in this field. Han Muzhi looked at me with a lonely gaze, "You cooperate a lot with the police now." ”

I nodded slightly. I understand where Han Muzhi's loneliness comes from, just as I heard that he had other friends in Nancheng at the beginning, in my world, there used to be only him, and now my world has become far beyond his control, and even the intersection is becoming less and less, and his loneliness is inevitable.

I didn't want to be immersed in this silent and oppressive atmosphere anymore, so I smiled at Han Muzhi and said, "Let's go, let's go back." I chose to take Han Muzhi's hitchhike back, a smile appeared on his face, and I felt a sense of relief after stepping out of his car and entering the community.

Yingying and Yang Yize were talking on the phone in the room, and I went back to my room and dialed the familiar number dozens of times, but each time it was still turned off. I reluctantly threw my phone aside.

Two days later, in the evening, Han Muzhi called me, and a friend of his, who studies minority religions, had a new perspective on the symbol and asked me to arrive at the "Huayu Coffee" at No. 28 North Road Street in half an hour. I searched on Baidu Maps, and took a taxi from here, and it was just right for half an hour without traffic jams. I hurriedly put down what I was doing, went out from the post bridge and took a taxi to my destination.

No. 28 North Road Street is a high-end community, the marble façade looks very magnificent, but the location is slightly outside the south city, and the surrounding facilities are not very prosperous. I looked around and soon came across "Flower Language Coffee", a store across the street.

I walked in, Han Muzhi was sitting by the window, saw me come in and smiled and beckoned, I walked over, but found that he was the only one: "Your friend didn't come?" ”

"Wait for him a moment." Han Muzhi said with a smile, "He has something to delay for a while, let's drink coffee first." ”

"That's good. I'm afraid I'll be late and urge the driver all the way. I smiled lightly and looked around, the location of this coffee shop was directly opposite the gate of the No. 28 community, and it was very clear that people and cars were coming in and out.

While chatting with Han Muzhi, I watched casually. After about a quarter of an hour, Han Muzhi's gaze looked straight out of the window, and I followed his gaze and stayed there.

Lu Zenghan's Maybach is slowly driving out of the door of the No. 28 community, the license plate and body are very familiar to me, and I can't see the person in the driver's seat clearly. Han Muzhi said slowly: "Didn't you say he was on a business trip?" ”

"Maybe someone else is driving his car." I stubbornly argued, but my heart couldn't help churning, the distance between the two sides was not very wide, if I wanted to see clearly, now rushing out of the coffee house, I had every chance to see if it was him. But my feet seemed to be frozen, and I didn't move.

But the world is always extraordinarily ironic, his car turned left after driving out and stopped for dozens of meters, the driver's seat and the co-pilot were opened, and the two people I was familiar with got out of the car and entered the convenience store on the ground floor outside the community, Lu Zenghan and Xia Mengci didn't know what to buy, and soon came out of the convenience store, Xia Mengci took Lu Zenghan's arm and said something with a smile, and then the two got into the car and galloped away.

I abruptly took out the phone and dialed it again, and it was still the same voice that had been turned off. I stuffed my phone into my bag and picked up my coffee in a frustrated manner, only to bite my tongue out the smell of blood.

Han Muzhi shook my hand: "Ke Qiao, are you okay?" ”

I looked at him and smiled sadly: "Do you want me to be okay or okay?" Didn't you bring me here to see this scene? I don't have any friends who study religion at all, do I? ”

"It's not." Han Muzhi's voice was earnest, "I did come to find my friend yesterday, he lives on the 28th, and after chatting with him, I made an appointment to meet today." But when I went out, I saw Lu Zenghan's car. I arrived first today and saw him driving back with the girl. Don't you know that he's the owner here? ”

I shook my head blankly, I didn't know, I didn't know anything, I didn't know where he lived, I didn't know what he did, and I didn't know what his relationship was with other women. I looked at Han Muzhi: "You met him yesterday, and today you will be waiting for him early in the morning, it will be difficult for you." ”

"Kejo." Han Muzhi's eyes were full of pain, "The person you should reprimand is not me." ”

My head was very dizzy, and I lay on the table weakly, Han Muzhi hurriedly took my bag, found the medicine and handed it to me, and said heartache: "If I choose not to hurt you now and coax you to hide it, it will be even more painful and impossible to clean up in the future." You don't know anything about him, you're too blind. It's been two days since I watched them go in and out together, maybe they've moved in together. ”

My head thumped to the ground, I could barely hear my own heartbeat, and I hurriedly stuffed the medicine into my mouth, and it took a long time for me to recover.