Chapter 441 Mental Hospital

No?

I stared at Professor Gao, surprised.

Who is lying among their adopted father and son?

Or is it simply my misconception and someone else made the horror animation?

"Mr. Li, why did you suddenly mention animated discs? Is there any problem?" Professor Gao looked at me strangely.

"Nothing, just asking casually." I responded perfunctorily and changed the subject: "Did you find the photo?"

"There are only photos on the marriage certificate, and she has never taken any photos alone. Twenty years ago, it was not as convenient as it is now to take photos with a mobile phone."

Professor Gao opened the marriage certificate, looked at it twice, and handed it to me.

No matter how carefully he preserved it, the thin paper could not withstand the ravages of time.

On the yellowed page, there are two inch photos.

Time has washed away the color of the photo and blurred the outlines of the characters.

A man and a woman, smiling very shyly, with a flavor unique to that era.

Gao Jiren, He Zijun.

There is still a hint of Professor Gao vaguely visible in the male's face shape and facial features.

Women have delicate features and are gentle and charming.

But this is a photo taken twenty years ago after all. If she were still alive, her appearance must have changed a lot.

Trying to find the person using this old and blurry photo is harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

However, I still took a few photos carefully with my phone.

"Mr. Li, please excuse me." Professor Gao carefully put away the marriage certificate and put it back in the drawer, expressing gratitude to me.

"You're welcome. I don't know if I can help yet. If you think of anything, you can contact me at any time."

I smiled.

"These days, I have been trying hard to recall what happened back then, and I always feel like I have forgotten something."

Professor Gao looked tired.

"As I get older, my health is getting worse day by day. I am often in a trance and can't remember many things."

"Professor Gao, you are only over fifty, and your days are still long, so you don't need to be so pessimistic." I consoled you.

Professor Gao was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Advanced cancer."

"Sorry." I wasn't very surprised. In fact, it could be seen from his condition that he was in very bad health.

"It's nothing." Professor Gao waved his hand, but there was a hint of indifference in his eyes, "I have seen through life and death a long time ago. The only regret in this life is her."

"I hope I can see her again in my lifetime."

"Professor Gao, does Wen Yuan know that you are sick?"

"I didn't tell him, but he is a good boy and has always been very filial." Professor Gao sighed deeply, showing a guilty look.

"He has always been worried about your condition and regards you as his only relative. If you don't tell him in advance and make him mentally prepared, I'm afraid he won't be able to accept it by then."

Professor Gao was stunned for a moment, then nodded sadly: "You're right."

"Now that that's all, let me ask another question. Why did you adopt a pair of conjoined twins in the first place?"

After asking, I immediately added.

"I don't mean anything else, it's just a little strange. Most people adopt healthy and lively children, but you are just the opposite."

"I can't tell, maybe it's just eye contact."

Professor Gao explained slowly.

"My wife and I both wanted a child, but she disappeared before we could come. I searched for her for a long time but got no news, so I thought about adopting the child."

"When I first saw them, they were very young, two small bodies joined together, far away from other children, and seemed very lonely."

"It is a kind of loneliness that is isolated from the world. People with this quality can calm down and observe the world. This is the rare potential of a good painter."

"So, without thinking too much, I adopted them."

"Today's Wenyuan proves that my vision is correct. In fact, his attainments in art have far surpassed mine, but he doesn't like to express himself."

Professor Gao smiled mockingly.

"The reason is that simple. It's not as great as you think outside the world. Do you feel disappointed?"

"How could it be? You are not only caring, but also insightful, which is really admirable." I also smiled, and when the conversation was almost over, I stood up and left.

"Professor Gao, this is my business card. If you think of anything, please contact me at any time."

"Okay, thank you."

Professor Gao put away his business card and sent me out of the study.

"Teacher." Gao Wenyuan was on pins and needles in the living room. As soon as he saw us going out, he stood up immediately, full of questions.

"Wen Yuan, I've finished talking with Mr. Li. Please see Mr. Li off. I'll have something to say to you when you get back."

Professor Gao nodded at him.

"Yes, teacher." Gao Wenyuan pursed his lips, swallowed all the questions, and sent me away from the villa.

"Li Xiaofeng, you and the teacher have been in the study for so long, what on earth did you say?" When they were sent to the door, he couldn't help but ask.

"About the disappearance of his wife. Professor Gao should be able to tell you about the rest."

I shrugged.

Gao Wenyuan moved his mouth, but finally said nothing. After seeing me off, he immediately hurried back to the villa.

I returned to the urban village.

The remaining time is used to repair, seize the time to cross-legged and practice, and prepare for the next live broadcast.

The seventh day.

The skin injury is almost healed.

In the morning, I received a call from the police. Miao Xiaohui has been diagnosed with brain damage, IQ and mental problems, and does not need to bear criminal responsibility.

However, considering that his mother was still hospitalized, he was temporarily admitted to a professional mental hospital and allowed to visit.

I immediately asked for the address and phone number of the mental hospital, made an appointment for a visit, then took Miao Xiaohui's things and drove there immediately.

Dakang Psychiatric Treatment and Rehabilitation Center specializes in treating mental illnesses caused by various problems. It is located in an unknown mountain in the northern suburbs.

In the distance are rolling mountains, surrounded by tracts of woods. The location is remote and quiet.

It is said that the location was chosen to prevent mentally ill patients from going crazy and disturbing the public.

There had been such cases in this mental hospital before.

There was a manic mental patient who sneaked out of the hospital for unknown reasons. He held a scalpel and chased people in the downtown area.

Fortunately, the police arrived and stopped the chaos, and no one was injured.

Since then, Dakang Mental Hospital has been moved to remote suburbs.

When I rushed over, it was already lunch time.

Many patients with dementia and abnormal behavior were dragged to the canteen under the guidance of nurses.

My appearance attracted the attention of many patients.

On the way from the front door to the reception room, I received the attention of many mental patients.

Their eyes were dull, but they seemed to contain some profound meaning, which made people's hair stand on end. It was impossible to guess what they were thinking.