When Chen Yuanyuan pushed open the door and entered the seventh floor, he was trying to find the source of the sound when the door of room 702 suddenly opened.

"Who!"

"Mr. Fang?" Chen Yuanyuan saw Vice Chairman Fang, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walking out of room 702.

"You are Miss Chen, the owner of the twelfth floor? How did you get here? Vice Chairman Fang's glasses were covered with cracks on one side, and colorful paint was splashed from head to toe, looking embarrassed.

"I just heard screams, did something happen?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"The painter Mr. Cai has not been in a good mental state, I just went to give him food, and suddenly he fell ill again, and now there is no way to get psychotropic drugs for him, and the condition is difficult to control." Vice Chairman Fang said.

"Was he stimulated by anything?" Chen Yuanyuan thought of the crazy painter who lived on the first floor when he was patrolling the building, and asked bluntly without going around in circles.

"It is estimated that a lot of people died during the typhoon, and the first floor of his home was soaked by rain, and he rarely communicated with people, and he was too stressed and schizophrenic." Vice Chairman Fang said.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, it's so hard to take care of a patient now." Chen Yuanyuan pretended to praise, but he was also questioning it in his heart.

In today's extreme weather, ordinary people are already on the verge of survival on their own.

Vice Chairman Fang spends his time taking care of a painter who is not related by blood, has no ability and no contribution, or is either the Virgin Mary or has another purpose.

Although the vice chairman of the other party does not know much about it, according to Chen Yuanyuan's feeling of the vice chairman of the other party, this person is estimated to have bad intentions.

"As a psychiatrist, I can't treat anything else, so I should be able to contribute some meager strength to Building No. 2." Vice Chairman Fang said with a smile.

"It's really rare to have someone in Building 2 who loves your neighbors so much!" Chen Yuanyuan said goodbye to the vice chairman after a few words.

When it comes to the painter, he thinks of Xiaomei, a female college student who died tragically in 902, and Chen Yuanyuan decided in his heart that he could not delay any longer and launch an investigation as soon as possible, at least to find out who was the hidden murderer in the building so that he could prevent it.

After Chen Yuanyuan left the 7th floor, he walked directly to room 401 to accompany He Yuehua for a consultation.

The occupants of room 401 are boarding houses for four female college students, and two people in the living room of the house nod their heads when they saw Chen Yuanyuan visiting.

Chen Yuanyuan saw that the two people in the living room were yellow and thin, and they didn't have the vigor of young people at all, and they didn't seem to be doing well, but at least they survived.

"What about my companions?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"I'll take you there in the south-facing room." A short-haired girl said.

When I entered the room, I saw He Yuehua treating a patient.

"Isn't she in a bad situation?" Tinker looked at He Yuehua, who was frowning, and asked nervously.

"Long-term malnutrition, coupled with the cold entering the body, has dragged on for a long time." He Yue Flower Road.

"Can she be cured? How can I take care of her? Tinker asked.

"I'll give her a needle first, and then I'll teach you how to take care of her later." He Yuehua put away the hand that diagnosed the pulse and said.

He Yuehua picked up the silver needle in the medicine box and prepared to apply the needle, and Xiao Ding, who was chattering just now, also quieted down and watched nervously from the side.

I saw that the girl lying on the bed was slowly undressed by He Yuehua, and the skin on her cheeks was also unnaturally flushed, and there was a burst of white smoke in the cold room.

He Yuehua on the side of the bed was not very skilled in determining the acupuncture points, but once the position was determined, the moment the needle dropped was stable and fast.

After about fifteen minutes, a fine sweat broke out on the forehead of the girl on the bed, and after He Yuehua pulled out the needles one by one, she asked Xiao Ding to put her clothes back on.

"When will she wake up? It's been a day of sleep. Tinker asked worriedly.

"I can't guarantee the time of wake-up, but she will sweat for a while now and the fever will slowly subside, you remember to feed her more water, and I will come back tomorrow to give her another needle." He Yuehua advised.

"Okay, thanks! Thank you! Ding.

Chen Yuanyuan saw that He Yuehua finished applying the needle, so he left room 401 with her.

The two returned to the twelfth floor along the road, during which He Yuehua asked about Fang Cai's screams, Chen Yuanyuan was afraid that the partition wall had ears, so he asked He Yuehua to go back to the twelfth floor.

The two went to Chen Yuanyuan's house together, Chen Yuanyuan took out a pack of Alishan coffee beans from Baodao from the space, and He Yuehua went to the kitchen to skillfully brew two cups of coffee.

"What happened on the seventh floor?" He Yuehua saw Chen Yuanyuan take out a mobile phone and charge it on the dining table.

Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua about what he had just met with Vice Chairman Fang, and also briefly described the schizophrenia of the painter Mr. Cai, feeling that Vice Chairman Fang was a little strange.

"Vice Chairman Fang, he seems to be quite enthusiastic, but it is not normal for the current environment to be so enthusiastic." He Yuehua also agrees with Chen Yuanyuan's view.

"Wasn't it a search for supplies during the typhoon before, and a college student named Xiaomei committed suicide in room 902, but all kinds of traces make me feel that things are not as simple as they seem." Chen Yuanyuan took a sip of coffee, and the taste was not bad.

Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua about the suspicions he noticed at Xiaomei's house that day, the bruises on her neck, the eyeballs that were gouged out, the heart-shaped fried rice that she hadn't eaten yet, the wound on her right hand, and the blood stains on the sheets

After He Yuehua heard it, she also felt that under all kinds of signs, the cause of Xiaomei's death definitely had an inside story.

"What are you going to do when you find the murderer? Revenge for her? He Yuehua asked.

"Do you think I look like a person with a strong sense of justice?" Chen Yuanyuan rolled his eyes and said.

"No, then why are you looking it up?" He Yuehua wondered.

"There is no intention of retaliation, but such a mad person is also a hidden danger in Building 2, we have to live here for a year and a half, and we can take precautions if we find out early."

Chen Yuanyuan is not a person with a strong sense of justice, but an unknown perverted murderer is in Building 2, and the three women on the twelfth floor are also at certain risk.

Just as the two were discussing the case, the mobile phone that had been charged for a while turned on automatically, and the two stared intently at the boot animation on the screen.

"It's finally on, it's a shame that it's a sunny girl." Chen Yuanyuan picked up his phone and saw that the lock screen wallpaper was a girl jumping in a sea of flowers.

"Yuanyuan, will you unlock your phone?" He Yuehua asked, staring at the lock screen.

"How could I." Chen Yuanyuan said helplessly.

"What then?" He Yuehua asked.

"What can I do, cold salad."

The mobile phone with the lock screen is like a plate of cold water poured on the heads of the two people, extinguishing the enthusiasm for investigating the case at once.

The two thought about it, and they both thought of the missing Bai Ziqian for the first time, but unfortunately now life and death are uncertain, let alone ask him for help, so they can only try their luck and ask for help from two men.

The two went to find Liu Feiyang, who was still repairing the car, and Zhang Linlin, who was gossiping, also came over to understand the situation.

After telling the two of them about the situation, although they also hope to find out the murderer, it is a pity that Liu Feiyang, who is a professional mechanic, is also powerless.

"I only flash the phone and back up the basic operations, and I can't do anything if I unlock it." Liu Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment.

(End of chapter)