The files of these three people are quite decent, and most of the things are similar to what I expected. The only thing that caught my attention was that three years ago, Liu Ping had several registration records for psychiatric hospitals or psychological counseling rooms, and these records appeared in different places.

Could it be that my previous reasoning was wrong, and the person who really has mental illness is Liu Ping, not Guo Fangzheng. So, the large number of drugs for the treatment of mental illness found in that small store belonged to Liu Ping?

But if this is the case, then how to explain Guo Fangzheng's series of unreasonable performances in the previous inquiries?

Suicidal, masochistic tendencies, that is clearly a manifestation of persecution paranoia.

Even more bizarrely, the officers visited their neighbors near their home. Most people think that Liu Ping is kind and enthusiastic, not very much like a person who can cheat, let alone mentally ill. On the contrary, it is Guo Fangzheng, although he does his duty on weekdays, but when he is emotional, he will behave very strangely.

The testimonies of these neighbors contradicted the results of my previous investigation. In short, there are too many contradictions. There must be one side who is lying, and personally, the one who is more inclined to lie is Guo Fangzheng!

I recorded all the mental hospitals that Liu Ping went to at that time, and planned to visit them all, as long as I could find the doctor who received them at that time, and after questioning, the truth would come out.

Thinking about it, I was about to walk out of the police station, but at this time, a team of people happened to come to meet me, and the one who started was Lao Yan, Lu Yuan followed behind him, looking at me with some embarrassment.

Lao Yan's face was pale, he hadn't seen it for a long time, the whole person had lost weight, and the silver hair on his head had become more eye-catching, but only those eyes were still so godly, and they seemed to be able to see through everything.

He walked like the wind, walking towards the prison, I took out a cigarette, and was about to hand it to him, but I didn't expect Lao Yan to connect and rub directly past me.

"Lu Yuan, next time I can't handle the case, I have a large number of people over there who can recommend it to you, this kind of third-rate bullshit detective in society, I advise you to have less contact with him, otherwise, I'm afraid this police uniform will be difficult to protect!"

Lao Yan ignored me, but these ugly words were clearly said to me, and everyone present looked at me with strange eyes, in their eyes, I seemed to be an anomaly, and the original sense of respect was gone.

People are such strange creatures, they may completely change their views on a person because of a word, or they may turn against their best friends for many years because of one thing.

I don't understand, and I don't know, in the relationship of more than ten years, just by virtue of the different opinions in the case of spontaneous combustion of the human body, it is actually the opposite. What's more, until now, I still think that the fault was that he was not me, and that human life was at stake, how could the case be closed in such a hurry?

Lu Yuan just wanted to come over and comfort me for a few words, but he was stopped by Lao Yan, he had no choice but to follow him into the interrogation hall.

I crumpled the hanging cigarette in half and stuffed it into the trash. Then he activated Santana and left the police station directly.

Hmph, first Fan Feiyue, then Yu Tianlong, and now Lao Yan! Since you don't take me seriously one after another, then as a third-rate detective, you have to earn some face for yourself.

Although I am easily affected by emotions, because of Xie Jiayi's relationship, this time, I am surprisingly calm.

If Guo Fangzheng is really innocent, then I will definitely try my best to prove his innocence. If he's been pretending all along, then I'll send that murderous demon to prison with my own hands! I believe this is the best response to the bunch of people who mocked me!

Under pressure from my superiors, with less than three days to go before the official start of the trial, I almost pushed Santana's accelerator to the fullest, running as hard as I could between the psychiatric hospitals marked earlier.

What is disappointing is that in the past three years, due to urban reconstruction, most of the psychiatric hospitals or psychological counseling rooms have been forcibly demolished, and a small number of the remaining ones have been demolished and rebuilt.

As the hospitals on the list were marked with red crosses, my enthusiasm was gradually extinguished, and gradually, only one psychological counseling room called "Xinfeng" was left in the record book.

The good news is that this counseling room was built in the suburbs, on the edge of urban regeneration, and there is a high probability that it still has the same appearance as it was three years ago. The bad news is that it seems that every time I go to a more remote place, I always encounter strange things of one kind or another, and I don't know if I have been hit by a mistake.

By the time I finally got to the car, it was already dawn. Glancing at the haggard face in the rearview mirror, and the stubble on my face, I almost didn't recognize myself.

I inquired for a long time before I found the "Xinfeng Clinic" in an inconspicuous house. ”

It's still early, and "Xinfeng" is not open for business. I ordered a bowl of wontons from an uncle who sold breakfast next to me and waited while eating.

After about an hour, I finally saw a wealthy uncle staggering to the front of the consultation room, and slowly opened the almost rusty roller shutter door.

I have some doubts in my heart, could this fat man in front of me, who is not good-looking, be the doctor who received Liu Ping three years ago?

When the uncle walked into the consultation room, I went in with him. The lights inside are dim, the medicine bottles and other things are scattered everywhere, and the middle-aged uncle is even more drunk, I don't know how such a clinic can be maintained.

"What, you're sick in the brain? Do you want me to help me take a look? The fat uncle sat impatiently on the side, picking up a pen and writing something.

"I'm not sick, I'll ask you something. Do you recognize this woman? I put Liu Ping's photo in front of him, and the fat uncle didn't even look at it, so he pushed my hand away.

"Get out if you're not sick, don't make noise here!"

After a busy night, I was already physically and mentally exhausted, and I didn't expect to meet such a bastard. The anger in his heart could not be suppressed any longer, and he clenched his fists and rushed straight to the door in front of him, smashing the glass plate behind the fat man in one fell swoop.

Blood splattered along with the debris, and the bloody scab on the fist of his left hand that had just formed last night instantly became a blur of flesh and blood. It's a little crazy to do this, but it's good or bad to stop the fat man.

"Take a closer look, have you ever seen this woman, about three years ago, she came to your clinic for consultation!" I followed Lu Yuan's ruffian look and yelled at the fat man.

The fat man said tremblingly, depending on the situation, the wine had already woken up for most of the time: "Brother. . . Three years ago, I don't remember. ”

"Look at this man again!" Immediately, I put Guo Fangzheng's photo on the table.

"Eh, I seem to be a little impressed. These two are husband and wife, and they have come to me. The fat man muttered.

"They came together?"

"Well, the two of them came together, and the man was a little weird, so I was impressed."

In this case, I forgave the fat man in front of me and didn't dare to lie to me, so I simply took a hundred zhang from my pocket and stuffed it into him. A slap and a piece of candy are the most effective against this kind of person.

The fat man took the money, immediately took out the notebook from the drawer, and went straight to the visitor record from three years ago.

"The woman's name, Liu Ping? As for the men... Well, at that time, only the woman was registered, and I don't know what the man's name was. ”

As expected, Liu Ping really went to the psychological counseling room with Guo Fangzheng, and when registering, all of them used Liu Ping's name.

"Tell me what happened to them at the time, and what the man was strange about!"

After hearing this, the fat man immediately recalled: "It was the man who saw the doctor, but he insisted that he was not sick, and said that her wife deliberately framed him and wanted to throw himself into a mental hospital." However, he behaved like two people, at first he was submissive to his wife, but after I had completed a series of tests, he became unusually calm again, and his eyes were terrible to death, as if he was going to kill me.

As you know, we are just a small consultation room, so I prescribed her some medicine and urged the woman to take her husband to a regular psychiatric hospital. ”

"So, what do you think of that man..."

"Schizophrenia, I don't think that man looks like a normal person." The fat man replied anxiously.

I glanced at him and suddenly felt that something was wrong. His memories were so smooth that the events of three years ago sounded like they had just happened yesterday. I'm sure he made up this set of arguments before.

So the question is, how did the fat man know that someone would come to him today to ask him these questions?