"..." Ye Zhao saw the waiter pushing the dining cart with the dishes over there. He probably heard Luo Xiaochen's words and was standing there pursing his lips and laughing.

Luo Xiaochen howled from behind: "By the way, help me too!"

Ten seconds later, Luo Xiaochen looked at the whole bowl of red hot sauce in front of Ye Zhao, and then looked at the red and maddened one in front of him, stiff.

So it doesn't matter if you are embarrassed, you must not pull Ye Zhao to embarrass yourself.

After preparing the sauce again, Luo Xiaochen placed dishes into the pot and shook his head: "It stands to reason that people who love spicy food should have a tendency to be nüè, so why are you doing the opposite."

When the two finished eating, it was already dark. In the past two years, the sky has been getting worse and worse, and there is not much light during the day, let alone at night. Ye Zhao and Luo Xiaochen parted ways at the subway station. Luo Xiaochen lived in the city further east, quite far from here, but Ye Zhao only had two stops.

The subway exit at the station where Ye Zhao got off was built at the entrance of the elementary school next to the residential area. Recently, the school was being renovated and rebuilt because it was reported that the quality of the teaching building was not good enough. There are construction sheds on the street, and all the street lights have been dug up because of the expansion. Except for the light coming from the subway entrance, the whole road was dark.

In the past two years, law and order has been very chaotic. Except for the heavy fog every three times and five times, which often leads to a bunch of people entering the hospital, and most of them are dragged directly to the funeral home, there are always people who go missing for no reason, so generally as long as they are not particularly busy, it is very Few units work overtime at night, which is why Ye Zhao and his company have always resigned recently.

The students of this primary school were all moved to another primary school a few blocks away at the end of the last semester, which did not affect the teaching progress for the time being, so these construction units built without haste for more than half a year. , so quiet that there was no sound at all. Occasionally, during the day, a drink bottle that was thrown upstairs by someone unknown was blown by the wind and fell all the way, hitting the scaffolding and jingling, causing the hair to stand upright.

Ye Zhao belongs to the kind of daring person who was once teased by Luo Xiaochen that his handsome Yingxiang with golden glasses and shirt and trousers, if he wears a white coat, it will look like the night in the novel. A perverted doctor who walks in the morgue and cuts people to pieces without changing his face.

Just as he walked through the dark street with the indifferent expression described by Luo Xiaochen and walked towards the east gate of the residential area, he seemed to see something flashing past the open gate of the construction site shed.

Like - a pair of blood red eyes.

Ye Zhao paused, stared at the gate of the workshop with frowning slightly for a few seconds, then raised his foot and walked towards it.

He stood by the open door and looked in, except for a few buildings with scaffolding that had just emerged, he could only see the dark shadows of the building materials piled up on the open construction site. There are no silhouettes similar to people or animals, and there are no blood red eyes.

After scanning for two more laps to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary, Ye Zhao clicked his tongue, shook his head and smirked that he was too suspicious.

☆、Chapter2

The psychological clinic where Luo Xiaochen works is in an office building on the east side of the city. Considering the privacy of the inquirer, there is still some distance from the most prosperous downtown area where Ye Zhao's company is located.

The surrounding environment of the office building is good, and downstairs is a beautifully designed garden. Consultants will always feel calmer and more relaxed when they pass through the flower corridor with the wrong branches. The consultation room is about 40 to 50 square meters in size. The warm colors and floor-to-ceiling windows make people feel much more cheerful. Consultants here are all dressed in home-style casual clothes, which can maximize the relaxation of those who come to consult.

For these reasons, the reputation of this psychiatry clinic is very good.

And Luo Xiaochen is one of the most popular consultants in this clinic by virtue of his quiet and reliable (human-like?) appearance, deep voice and excellent professional knowledge at work. The phone was almost received by the girl at the front desk.

But today is a working day, which is much more leisurely.

Just as Luo Xiaochen's face was calm and his heart was happily thinking: "This is the last one, the labor and management will be able to eat soon!" The consultant pushed open the door and walked in, walked calmly to the armchair and sat down, his posture was so elegant Blind Luo Xiaochen's dog eyes.

Luo Xiaochen's intellectual face, which he had worked so hard to maintain at work, shattered instantly: "Ye Zhao?! What the hell, are you here?"

Ye Zhao looked at him with a mentally retarded expression: "Consult."

Luo Xiaochen was still in a panic: "Consulting God?"

Ye Zhaoshi said: "I may have a nervous breakdown recently."

"I thank you! You can't be neurastheniacs for the people of the whole country, okay? I understand your desire to generate income for me, but my salary is quite high. You don't need to work hard to put on mental obstacles. This kind of expression says that you have a nervous breakdown, and I will doubt my own nervous breakdown buddy!" Luo Xiaochen almost knelt down for him.

The person who broke both of his wrists without blinking his eyes, and the person whose expression would not change even if the gun was on his forehead, was neurasthenia peat!