"Maybe we should check out Prio's room." Patel picked up the small cup of coffee and took a careful sip. This cup of coffee is still very hot, but it smells quite mellow, which is worthy of the small production of Ayafi cat poop coffee!

I also took a small bite and felt honored. This is not only because the coffee is delicious, but also because I was invited by the dean to follow them to the dean's office.

Calry didn't rush to drink his coffee, but placed the coffee cup on the small table next to him, and he was intently smoking a cigarette at the moment, and a large cloud of smoke surrounded his head, as if he were looking at flowers in the fog. He exhaled another big string of smoke rings before he said lazily, "Haven't you been there yesterday and the day before yesterday?" ”

"I wanted to take a whole new perspective on ......"

"What kind of angle?" Dean Alsace sat in a Chinese circle chair behind the antique desk, leaning forward with his upper body in a very interested look.

"How can I say it, from a different angle...... I can't tell you for a while, so I'll talk about it when I get there. "Patel is a bit distracted.

"So what are we waiting for!" The dean had already stood up.

I quickly drank all the small sips of coffee left in the cup, there was no room for such a good coffee.

Our group made our way to Prio's hospital room. This room is not very big, that is, twelve or thirteen square meters, but it is very tidy, which is beyond my expectations. I thought that mentally ill people were obsessed with their own world and didn't care much about the external environment.

In one corner of the room is a standard single bed, but it is very special. Instead of leaning against the corner, the bed reclined in the center of the room. One end of the bed rests on the corner of the wall, but it occupies the diagonal of the two opposing walls, while the other end of the bed sits crookedly in the middle of the room, occupying a prominent position in the room.

While I was still staring at the bed, Officer Patel, who was beside me, had sensed that my attention was still locked on the little bed, so he said excitedly, "You think this bed is strange, don't you?" ”

"Yes, why is this bed arranged like this?"

"Actually, the reason is not profound, I already asked the nurse a few days ago. The nurses told me that in Prio's eyes, this was the only way to put a single bed in place, and he would go to bed. Otherwise, he would rather curl up on the cold, hard ground than go to bed. He spoke with a very serious look, and it was obvious that he was putting himself in the patient's shoes.

"I see." The thinking of mentally ill people is always very strange, and it is impossible for ordinary people to understand.

I saw a pair of red plastic slippers under the bed, its tone and shape are definitely different from ordinary ordinary slippers, the red and bright colors are quite dazzling and insolent, certainly not suitable for a room only infested by men, but the size of the shoes shows that this is a pair of large slippers worn by men. One of the edges of the slippers was broken, and it was obvious that the cheap slippers should have been discarded, but they were neatly arranged in the corner of the bed, as clean as new, which made one wonder if the man of the shoes could be a fetish or a transsexual.

"What must these red slippers have to do with the patient?" I wanted to confirm my thoughts, so I turned to ask Patel, but I didn't expect that he was already a few steps away. He walked so softly that I didn't even hear the slightest sound of him leaving. I guess he's seen something suspicious again, I think.

At this time, Charri, who was standing on the other side, answered my question in a timely manner, and his every move was always so appropriate. He stands there and waits for you when you need him, making you involuntarily trust him more.

"When we first saw these red slippers, we mistakenly thought that this psychopath had a fetish or transsexuality. But after careful investigation, we found out that the slippers turned out to be a birthday present from his beloved wife. This gift is very special, it is not available in ordinary stores, and can only be found in some small hidden shops, of course, these small shops are for people with quirky tastes, so we suspect that Prio's wife is not mentally normal. ”

"Was it Prio's wife who prompted his crime?"

"Hmm...... It's hard to say, because his wife is dead. ”

"Dead?"

"Yes. Because the location of the case was in a civilian area, there were not many reports. Although none of us witnessed the crime scene at the time, it was a terrible sight to see just from the few sporadic photos taken at the scene published in the newspapers. There were three deceased, one of them, a boy and his twin sister, who had been suffocated by a large pillow that had been thrown against the wall and confirmed by DAN that it belonged to the family's owner, Prio. The two children were suffocated and placed on either side of the table, and they sat there with their heads hung down like a pair of little zombies. There were a few candles on the table that had not burned out, and it was obvious that they had been lit and then blown out. There was also a large lamp on the dining table, so bright that it looked rather glaring even in broad daylight. Their mother, Cirille, was lying on the piano next to the dining table, one hand holding the hilt of the knife, which had pierced the abdomen, the tip of the knife exposing the deceased's back, and the blood flowed down one side of the piano chair to the ground, forming a small river. Later, it was the postman who found them. The postman knocked on the door and no one answered, but the door opened silently, and when the postman entered, he saw the tragic scene, and was so frightened that he didn't listen to the call. After that, he called the police. The police found Prio on a country road thirty kilometers away, covered in blood, but told the police that he was stained with dye. When the police brought him back for interrogation, he insisted that he was only twenty-seven years old, unmarried, and did not know his mother and children who had died. Later, although Prio was convicted of first-degree murder, he could not be executed and had to be sent to a psychiatric hospital for treatment. ”

"He's not going to be a trick to escape the law."

"Absolutely not. If you are a young policeman who has just entered the industry, you may be able to deceive yourself. But all he faces are experienced psychiatrists, and even if he pretends to be crazy and stupid a little, he can't escape the eyes of experts. ”

"That's right."

"There are many doubts in this case, but the person involved is either dead or mentally ill. If one day, Prio's spirit can return to normal, then the case may also be revealed. But now the case is still confusing......"

I could hear Calry's unavoidable regret for the case, but I didn't know how to comfort him. At this time, the presence of Patel eased some of the silence between us.

Patel left the Abbot of Arthas and walked towards us in high spirits. When he got closer, he handed Chari a picture he was holding, "I found it in a small hole in the corner." ”

This is a small one-inch photograph with a crack in the right corner, but it does not prevent the entire photograph from being outlined. The photo shows a young and beautiful woman, with long curly hair hanging down on one shoulder, staring into the distance with a smile, but there is a touch of sadness in the gentle smile, which makes people feel pity.

"Who is she?" Chari asked, staring at Patel's face.

"Nine times out of ten, it's Prio's lover." Patel didn't look at Chari or the picture as he spoke, but hung his head and stared somewhere on the ground.

"How is this possible. Prio insists that he is single, does he have anything to hide? Chari said this with a burning scorch.

"Maybe." Patel's voice was pitifully small, and I could only hear a faint sound.

Suddenly, Patel covered his nose and said loudly, "It stinks! ”

What the?! How I didn't smell it. I looked at Chari and the dean, who was standing not far away, and they didn't seem to take his words seriously.

"Don't you smell it?! It stinks, it stinks! Patel covered his mouth again, retched, and rushed out of the room.

Chari followed and ran out of the room as well.

Dean Arthas's spirit did not seem to be disturbed at all, and he smiled and said to me, "Don't worry, Patel is a very sensitive person. With his partner Charry here, it will be fine in a while. It's time, let's go back to our rooms and get some rest. ”

"Okay then." I agreed.