Xing Ze looked at the phone screen, but the other party didn't send any more messages.

He picked up the mobile phone on the washstand and handed it to Wen Qing: "play this at night."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Xing Ze shook his cell phone: "I'll deal with him, you use my cell phone first."

Wen Qing didn't answer the phone and said to Xing Ze, "No, I don't play with my phone very much."

"And what if someone from the police station contacts you?"

Xing Zai pointed to another mobile phone on the washstand that looked like an old computer, and explained, "This is only for the bureau's contact."

Wen Qing was a little confused. The phone was too personal. His phone was fine. It was allocated by the system anyway. Xing Ze's phone should have a lot of things.

Xing Ze added: "It's inconvenient if you don't have a mobile phone, so use mine first."

Thinking that there is no clock in the room, Wen Qing still took the phone: "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Xing Ze felt helpless, raised his hand and touched his head, "It's getting late, go and rest."

Wen Qing nodded: "Good night."

"Good night."

Xing Ze took a shower and glanced at his phone, but there were still no new text messages, but there was a WeChat news feed.

He wanted to cross it out, but accidentally clicked into WeChat.

The next second, Xing Ze's gaze stopped.

There are not many chat dialogs on Wen Weixin's homepage, only four, he, Ji Yu, Ji Sheng and Xia Yansi.

However, the chat dialog box with Xing Zao is on the top.

He is on top.

He was the only one on top.

Xing Ze stared directly at the WeChat interface, and a heat flowed in his heart.

He couldn't help thinking, that is to say, in Wen Qing's heart, he was the most important.

The heat in the bottom of his heart gradually flowed to his limbs and bones, Xing Ze's palms sweated, his head was hot, and his whole body was a little dizzy.

Xing Ze walked to the balcony to blow the cold wind.

When he turned his head, he saw an adjacent building.

The 13th floor is upstairs, the lights are bright, and people can be vaguely seen walking.

Xing Ze stared at the figure behind the curtain. The two buildings were adjacent to each other. It should be clearer to see from a high place to a low place. It is possible that Yang Fan could see what Wen Qing was doing.

Just thinking about it, suddenly, a conversation came from downstairs.

"Dad, where are you sleeping today?" Ji Sheng asked with a smile.

"Ji Sheng." Xia Yansi called out Ji Sheng's name word by word, sounding a little unhappy.

"He's so annoying, isn't he? Daddy."

Xing Ze thought that Xia Yansi and Ji Yu had quarreled, he paused, swallowed his words to say hello, turned and left the balcony.

"Almost over."

This night, Wen Qing slept well and woke up refreshed in the morning.

After walking out of the bedroom, Xing Ze was clearly up early, and there were various breakfasts on the dining table.

Wen Qing sat down and pushed a cup of soy milk to his hand.

He took a mouthful of soy milk, and a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge was pushed under his nose again.

"Thank you." Wen Qing thanked him, lowered his head to drink the porridge, and noticed that Xing Zhe was looking at him frequently.

It's not looking openly, but taking a look and taking another look.

Wen Qing raised her eyes, a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xing Ze said slowly: "I accidentally clicked into your WeChat yesterday."

Wen Qing recalled his WeChat content, and there was nothing at all.

Except for Xing Zai, he hardly chats with other people on WeChat.

Thinking that Xing Zai was apologizing, Wen Qing smiled and said, "It's okay."

Xing Ze lowered his eyes and said awkwardly, "I saw it."

Wen Qingshou paused, a little dazed: "What did you see?"

Xing Ze's cheeks were slightly red, and he said slowly, "Zhiding."

Wen Qing tilted her head to look at Xing Ze, what happened to Zhiding?

He asked tentatively, "Don't you want to be pinned?"

"I can cancel."

"That's not what I meant," Xing Ze explained quickly and said to Wen Qing, "I just wanted to say, I, I used to be a straight man, but now I think"

Before he could say the next words, the phone rang suddenly, which was deafening.

Xing Ze glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, and said with a cold face, "What's the matter?"

On the other end of the phone, Xiao Chen's screeching voice sounded: "The punishment team, the approval from above has been approved. When will we go to the clinic to investigate Yang Fan?"

Xing Ze's expression became solemn: "You come to Nancheng Community first, and I will ask my uncle."

After that, he hung up the phone and called Ji Yu.

Wen Qing vaguely listened to it, and when Xing Ze finished the phone call, she asked curiously, "What approval?"

Xing Ze explained: "In Yang Fan's case, he signed a confidentiality agreement with his uncle's clinic, and the psychiatrist cannot disclose her personal information at will."

Wen Qing blinked: "Do you want to go to Uncle Ji's clinic later?"

"No," Xing Ze shook his head and said to him, "Uncle said that the clinic is on holiday today, and he will bring Yang Fan's information home."

"Wait for Xiao Chen to arrive."

As soon as Yang Fan's affairs were interrupted, Wen Qing directly put Xing Ze's performance behind him.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Chen came with the documents.

Wen Qing followed them downstairs.

It was Ji Sheng who opened the door. He called his brother and turned to look at Xiao Chen, who was a stranger.

"Who is this?"

Xiao Chen scratched his head: "I'm your cousin's colleague."

Xing Ze frowned slightly, staring at Ji Sheng: "Don't you have to go to school today?"

Ji Sheng: "...this Sunday."

Xing Ze said to him, "We have something serious to talk about with my uncle, you go back to your room."

Ji Sheng turned his head to look at Ji Yu, and after meeting his eyes, he responded reluctantly and walked back to the bedroom.

After sitting down, Ji Yu handed the document bag on the coffee table to Xing Ze: "In it is Yang Fan's case, conversation process, etc. during his time at the clinic."

Punishment is opened directly.

Wen Qing also leaned in curiously and looked at it, and noticed a line of words at a glance.

[Emotional control disorder, suspected dissociative personality disorder. 】

Xing Ze quickly browsed the general content and frowned: "Uncle, has Yang Fan's mental illness been diagnosed?"

"No," Ji Yu poured water for the three of them and said slowly, "His condition is a bit strange. When he came to the clinic six months ago, it was only a little emotional disorder and violent tendencies, and it was not a mental illness."

"But in the past six months, his condition has become more and more serious. I now suspect that it is a dissociative personality disorder, that is, multiple personalities."

Wen Qing was stunned, does Yang Fan tend to be violent?

Possibly multiple personalities?

From Yang Fansiwen's gentle appearance, it can't be seen at all.

Ji Yu glanced at him calmly and continued: "Yang Fan has always been violent since he was a child, but as he grows older, his control is getting better and better."

"Until half a year ago, according to Yang Fan, it was because he lost a promotion opportunity, he lost control of his emotions, hit the cat at home, and then got out of control."

"After that, I frequently quarreled with my ex-wife, and even moved a few times."

Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Is this the reason for his divorce from his ex-wife?"

"Maybe," Ji Yu paused and continued, "before the divorce, he accidentally killed the cat at home, so he came to the clinic."

Xing Zhe rubbed the teacup with his fingertips and asked, "Uncle, has he said anything about his ex-wife?"

"Very few," Ji Yu thought for a moment and said, "When I first arrived at the hospital, because of divorce and emotional control issues, we talked a few times, but never mentioned it again."

The recorded Xiao Chen couldn't help but ask, "What do you usually talk about?"

Ji Yu: "We talk about everything, work, relationship, news, etc. The last few times, I mainly analyzed and discussed with him what he might have done during the period of blank memory."

Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Uncle, have you recorded the specific time period of his amnesia?"

Ji Prison pointed to the file bag: "It's inside."

Xing Zhe continued to ask: "Has he mentioned anything about the disappearance case?"

"We talked about it once," Ji Yu paused and said to them, "the matter of Yao Qian, because I was a resident of the same community, I met when I was feeding the cat, but it disappeared after that."

Xingzai: "What about the other victims? Didn't he talk about it?"

"No," Ji Yu half-closed his eyes and took a sip of tea slowly, "but he and I talked about an unsolved corpse case many years ago. The murderer would throw a certain amount of corpses on the street every few days."

Wen Qing remembered this case and Xing Ze had told him.

Ji Yu: "Yang Fan said that the murderer was too conceited. If it were him, he might directly feed stray animals, destroy the corpses, and then throw some clues from time to time to mislead the police."

Hearing this, Xing Ze's face sank.

Ji Yu said lightly: "There is a recording in the USB flash drive."

Wen Qing nervously held the teacup, her eyelids twitching wildly.

Shouldn't Yang Fan really feed the victim's corpse to the cat or the dog?