The 3327th Chapter Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (9)

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It looks a little old, with wrinkles on the edges and corners, and the color is also an ancient light yellow, which should have been put on hold for many years.

It's a photo album.

She sat in front of the desk, opened the album, the orange light of the desk lamp fell down with a bit of warmth, reflecting the photo above, and a beam of light quietly hit the bridge of the woman's straight and high nose. Long eyelashes drop shadows.

There are a lot of photos in the album, basically all of the original owner's family, and a few with relatives and friends.

There is often a group of young couples above, smiling gently and lovingly, and it seems that they are the parents of the original owner.

Dianbai turned the album page by page, and his side face was cold and cold. He accidentally glimpsed a group photo of the original owner's parents with another tall man and a little boy. The original owner and his sister were standing in front of the parents.

The little boy looked at the camera. He was very young and a little immature. He was holding the hand of a tall man with a black watch on his hand.

Maybe a friend or something.

Ranbai turned another page until she had finished reading the entire album. She closed the album, her arms were slightly bent against the table, her long hands were folded against her fair forehead, her eyes were closed, and she silently remembered what she had just read. to all pictures.

Countless faces flashed through my mind.

without any memory.

Maybe.

Will come in handy later.

the next day,

early morning,

The sun broke through the clouds and scattered the light golden light. In summer, the clouds were smooth and the wind was gentle.

A plane dived high in the sky and finally landed on the parking lot.

in the airport,

The reminder sound belonging to the flight is repeating, and pedestrians are passing by in a hurry.

A young girl walked from the airport in a leisurely pace, elegant and picturesque. In this bustling and bustling twenty-first century, she revealed a rare sense of tranquility and indifference.

Qianqian lady, azure cheongsam, stand-up collar around the neck is slender and white, the waist is slender and beautiful, the hem of the cheongsam swaying slightly with light steps, elegant and elegant.

She should be the beauty in cheongsam who came out of the painting of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River in March. She has a gentle and jade-like atmosphere everywhere, and is a real lady.

The girl was slender and picturesque as she walked out of the airport.

"Miss." The butler who was waiting to pick him up at the airport showed a little smile on his face when he saw the slender figure, stepped forward and took the suitcase from Bai You.

Bai You nodded slightly, knowing the book and honoring him.

The housekeeper said, "Sir is waiting for you outside the airport.

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Bai You said yes, his voice was clear.

outside the airport,

There was a black low-key luxury car parked with the windows ajar, revealing the man's resolute and sharp profile.

"Father." The girl stepped forward step by step and called softly, her tone was slow and slow, which was very comfortable.

The man is in his forties, with a calm and sharp temperament. He glanced at the girl after hearing the voice, and his expression was calmer, "Get in the car."

He asked: "This time back to China, are you going back?"

The housekeeper opened the car door and stood on one side. Bai You got into the car, and sat down while stroking his cheongsam with his white fingers. Every move was an elegant temperament cultivated since childhood. He replied warmly, "I will transfer my career to China."

The man nodded.

The car drove all the way to the front of the private villa, the door was opened, Bai You got out of the car without hesitation, stood there and waited for his father to come down, and then walked into the villa with the man.

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the other side,

In front of a psychiatric clinic.

Today is the weekend, Ranbai did not go to the police station, but came here wearing clean and cold clothes.

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It was because of a phone call.

The original owner had a mental illness, and there was a psychiatrist to guide the original owner all the year round.

Such a thing is not difficult to guess, combined with the experience of the original owner, it is easy to be implicated in what happened ten years ago.

"Miss Song." In the studio, a man in his thirties was wearing a doctor's white coat. He was well-dressed and had a gentle temperament. As a psychiatrist, he really gave people a comfortable atmosphere that was easy to take off guard. .

When he saw the cold figure walking in, he said hello.

Qi Yibo.

The dyed white eyes glanced at the man's badge above the pocket of the white coat, and then sat calmly on the chair, "Doctor Qi."

"How are you feeling recently?" As a doctor-patient relationship, Qi Yibo asked with a smile.

"It's okay."

"Don't you feel any discomfort?"

"Um."

Qi Yibo asked a lot of questions, and Ranbai answered all of them in a succinct manner.

The doctor was taking a note with a pen, the tip of the pen paused, and he looked up at the forensic doctor. His gaze was friendly, with a somewhat joking tone: "I haven't seen you for a week, you seem to have changed."

Dianbai looked at him, the pupil color in his eyes was extremely deep black.

"But it doesn't seem to have changed." Qi Yibo muttered to himself and added the next sentence, asking while recording, "Is there anything going on around me recently?"

"No big deal." The woman said coldly, "Does the murder count?"

Qi Yibo pressed his eyebrows somewhat helplessly, and was used to the attitude of the forensic doctor, with a relaxed tone: "You have recovered well in recent years, much better than in previous years. Although the medicine I gave you does not need to be taken every day, but also Remember to eat."

"Have you finished eating?" Qi Yibo glanced at her, "Do you need me to order more for you?"

Dyeing white nod.

Qi Yibo said yes.

Ranbai didn't stay in the psychological clinic for a long time, and she cooperated with all the people who should cooperate, and then left with the medicine.

The forensic doctor walked out of the office, closed the door tightly, and when he turned around, his eyes met the figure walking out of an office opposite.

He is tall, slender and superior. The white coat that belongs to a doctor fits perfectly. He is very abstinent. His eyes are long and dark under the black hair, and his thin lips are half hooked in a shallow arc. He has a gentle and handsome temperament. Too much like a doctor.

When the eyes are slightly slanted, the side face is deep and noble.

After seeing the dyed white, the alienated slightly nodded, and then walked in another direction.

Ranbai left the psychological clinic, and she glanced down at the time on her watch.

There is one thing to do tonight.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The dazzling white sunlight broke through the clouds and fell through the gaps in the branches and leaves, bathing the psychological clinic in the sun.

"Brother! You'd better come back. Father is out of anger. In fact, he still misses you very much." In the psychiatrist's office, a man stood in front of the desk, looked at the figure in front of him, and persuaded.

Wen Heng leaned against the back of the chair, his white coat lined with abstinence temperament, he was playing with a black pen between his slender fingers, and his complexion was very white.

He listened to Wen Chen's words when he lowered his eyes slightly, with a yuppie arc under his high nose, he didn't take these words to heart, and his tone was a bit mocking: "Get out when you're done."

The midsummer sun shines in, outlining his profile, three-dimensional and handsome like a half-breed, without any warmth.

Wen Chen's face froze, he stared at Wen Heng, and said slowly, "Brother, why is this?"