602.

Linlang and Lao Zhao sat facing each other on the sofa. Inside the open room, Xiao Zhao was lying on the bed, having just fallen asleep.

Zheng Jingjing came out of the door, holding a glass of water. "Which floor do you live on? Thank you for visiting her."

"I live in 402." Linlang lowered her head and smiled shyly. "I rarely go out, so you may not know me."

Old Zhao scratched his head: "I know you, but don't you have that kind of illness? A psychological or mental illness, what was it again?"

"Dissociative identity disorder."

Linlang pinched her fingers and described the autism on the medical record as dissociative identity disorder: "You...you don't need to be afraid of me. I take my medicine on time every day. I won't have an episode easily. I just wanted to come and see her, to see her."

Old Zhao: "Thank you for your kind thought."

"Of course." Linlang suddenly burst into laughter after saying that. Unlike her previous calm and shy demeanor, her face now radiated a different kind of bright and beautiful charm.

"Uncle Zhao is the only one who doesn't mind that I'm sick and is willing to let me rent a house. I will always remember your kindness."

"Ah...it's nothing, it's nothing. You're quite obedient, you said you wouldn't go out and you didn't. I've only seen you a few times, let alone others."

You said you wouldn't easily have an attack, but you look like you're having one right now.

Old Zhao glanced into the room, still worried. Seeing that his daughter was finally asleep, he stepped inside, closed the door, and escaped from this lunatic.

For a moment, only Zheng Jingjing and Linlang remained in the living room.

Zheng Jingjing lived up to her name. Linlang didn't speak; after exchanging pleasantries, she sat silently without moving.

Linlang spoke up first: "It's almost noon, don't you need to go home and cook?"

"He doesn't need me, he has other women."

"I'm asking you, don't you eat it yourself?" Linlang stared at her neck. "Don't you cook it for yourself?"

Zheng Jingjing paused for a moment, then nodded, "Yes... I still need to cook for myself, so I'll head back now."

Linlang sat on the sofa, then switched to an autistic personality, as if the power had been unplugged, and suddenly stopped responding to everyone.

Zheng Jingjing tilted her head and looked her over twice, then quietly left 602.

After hearing the security door click shut, Linlang waited two more minutes before things returned to normal.

She briefly visited 602 in the morning. At that time, Xiao Zhao was crying so hard that he had no time to pay attention to her, but now Lao Zhao was also there, so Linlang needed to be more careful.

She set her sights on the study, where she had found the letters, which she hadn't finished searching in the morning, and now she could continue.

Before coming here, Linlang went back to 402 once and changed into a set of pure cotton clothes to make sure that the clothes wouldn't make too much noise from friction.

She quietly got up, looked around, her gaze fixed on Zheng Jingjing's room door, but her feet quickly walked towards the study.

The study door wasn't locked; it opened with a push. Linlang went inside, pulled out the cabinet doors, and quickly rummaged through them.

The study contains many classic poetry collections, with bookmarks tucked between the pages. The bookmarks are cool and smooth to the touch, and have a large letter Z in the lower left corner.

Linlang flipped the bookmark over, her heart skipped a beat. The back was made of flattened human tissue, with blood vessels and nerves clearly visible. The red and white intertwined human skin bookmark suddenly made her feel horrified.

Linlang put the bookmark back in its place, peeked outside the door, and continued searching.

Soon, she found more than a dozen such bookmarks, all identical, all depicting human tissue. Linlang carefully compared them and found that the nerve pathways on them were the same, including the smallest details.

These are the same parts that different people have, and a bookmark represents one person.

Linlang wiped her fingertips twice, put the book back, left the study, and sat back down in the living room.

After waiting a few more minutes and seeing that no one came out, she picked up the transparent water glass that Zheng Jingjing had placed on the coffee table and walked towards the kitchen.

Ghb is most conveniently mixed into food; if you want to store it properly, it should be kept in the kitchen.

Linlang was barefoot, her feet on the wooden floor. She was a little sweaty from nervousness, and when she lifted her feet, they felt like they were sticking to the floor, or occasionally they would make a clicking sound.

The heavy curtains were drawn inside the room. She dared not breathe, her eyes darting around as she cautiously moved into the kitchen.

Linlang put down the cup, first pulled the cabinet open a tiny gap, found no rust, and found that it could be pushed and pulled normally. After confirming that it would not make any noise, she opened the cabinet.

It was full of seasonings, with bottles and jars crammed together, especially the glass bottles which were packed tightly together, making them difficult to find.

In the tense atmosphere, Linlang tensed up and glanced at Xiao Zhao's door, only to find it still closed. She remained silent and went to pick out a clear, colorless bottle.

Afraid that Lao Zhao might suddenly appear, every cell in her body was on alert. The glass and wooden cabinet were too easy to make noise. By the time Linlang got the third bottle, her arm was a little sore from being so tense.

Fortunately, a skill prompt appeared on the liquor bottle, which gave her some hope.

[The current item can be reconstructed using clues. Please confirm whether you choose to reconstruct part of it or the entire item.]

Linlang ignored the prompt and quickly took out a safe box the size of a bottle cap from her prop backpack. She opened the bottle of liquor, held her breath, and didn't dare to smell the liquid inside. She then poured the clear liquid from the liquor bottle into the safe box.

despair.

The sound of slippers hitting the ground came from behind Linlang, and her heart was instantly filled with unease, a chill running up her spine.

What are you looking for?

Old Zhao's voice, as straight as a candle, drew closer. Linlang gripped the bottle of liquor tightly, suppressing her uneasy breathing.

In desperation, she could only hide the safe in her palm.

"Dad, I miss you so much!"

She turned around in a second, hugged Lao Zhao, and at the same moment chose to restore all the clues.

A complete restoration is more advanced than a partial restoration; not only can she see it, but Old Zhao can too.

When the glass bottle was first opened, there was only a slight smell of alcohol. If I'm not mistaken, the contents have already been replaced; it contains Ghb, not baijiu (Chinese liquor).