"Why is it that after unbuttoning one button, the rest becomes easier..." Ren Xu thought for a long time and finally asked.

"Stupid," Wang Liang said, "As long as a woman allows you to unbutton her first button, it will be easy to unbutton all the buttons afterwards."

"Don't teach the child bad things," Bai Song squinted at Wang Liang, "Go to bed. You can still sleep for a few hours. After I get up, I will find Lin Qing's mother and ask Huadong to come in with me."

"Don't ask me to wear women's clothes, anything else is fine," Wang Huadong said immediately.

"We'll talk about it later." Bai Song said, "Sleep a little longer, there's no rush for tomorrow's matter."

Wang Huadong sighed, as if he understood something.

…

When communicating with mentally ill patients, one of the most basic principles is "common frequency", that is, being on the same thinking track as the patient, so that you can get "effective" information.

…

After lying down, Bai Song recalled the people he had interrogated in the past few days.

The people he had contacted directly or through video included Lan Zijiu, Lin Qing's parents, Lin Liang's parents, Zuo Xiaoqin, and the driver, and he had contacted hundreds of people through transcripts.

Among these people, someone must be telling lies.

He tossed and turned, his head ached more and more the more he thought about it, and Bai Song fell into a deep sleep.

Bai Song usually gets up at seven o'clock, but this time he went to bed too late and didn't sleep well, so his biological clock couldn't hold on and he slept until after ten in the morning.

After getting up, he felt very uncomfortable and forced himself to get up, but he couldn't.

Is this sleep paralysis?

Bai Song doesn't know what time it is yet, but he knows that he has sleep paralysis, which is probably caused by stress and irregular work and rest schedule.

The sleep paralysis that is widely circulated among the people is not a big problem. Bai Song has no psychological fear. He tried it first, moving his eyeballs, and then trying to control his fingers and toes. After a while, he felt that his body had regained control. He slowly turned over, rested for a while, and then got up.

"It's half past ten?" Bai Song looked at his phone and couldn't help but say it.

There are no missed messages or missed calls.

He stood up and felt that he was still in a bad condition, but he was indeed less sleepy. He washed up, left the house, and saw Zhang Yixin at the door.

"You again?" Bai Song asked, "Have you been watching me all night again?"

"It's okay, leader. What arrangements do you have? The leader asked me to tell him that you woke up." Zhang Yixin never mentioned her work status. This matter had nothing to do with the leader and would only waste his time.

"Oh, oh, oh, tell him. I'll ask my brothers if they're awake."

"Okay, I don't know what time you get up here, and the food is not prepared yet, so I'll bring it to you in a while. Please sit on the sofa in the room for a while."

"Okay, prepare more. I guess others haven't eaten yet." Bai Song was indeed not in good condition. After returning to the room, he left the door open and sent a message in the group, asking about everyone's situation.

Everyone got up at seven o'clock because they knew Bai Song would definitely get up at seven o'clock, but after washing up and finding that Bai Song had not sent any message, they all went back to sleep. Now almost everyone is awake, except Wang Liang.

Bai Song didn't call Wang Liang, as he was not really needed for today's matter and he was already tired from checking the videos these days. So he asked everyone to come to his room to discuss and have something to eat together.

…

Two hours later, in the mental hospital.

"Are you sure it's really effective for me to pretend to be Lin Qing's grandmother?" Wang Huadong touched the wrinkles on his face: "I can tell you, I only saw the fucking photo of this woman, it's definitely different from the real person."

"It's troublesome to be the same, just be friendly." Bai Song said: "Just shock Lin Qing's mother."

"But I told you, I'm almost 1.80 meters tall, and Lin Qing's grandmother is only 1.55 meters tall!" Wang Huadong was speechless. This could never be changed.

"I also told you, she is mentally ill," Bai Song also disguised himself to a certain extent, like an ordinary doctor.

This time, the word "doctor" was not written on his face, but he really looked like a doctor.

When he entered Lin Qing's mother's room, Bai Song saw Lin Qing's mother again.

When Lin Qing's mother saw Wang Huadong, she became a little dazed. She didn't know who Wang Huadong was, but she felt very familiar with him.

Wang Huadong didn't say a word from beginning to end. The span she made this time was too big, and her voice couldn't be imitated, so she could only stand behind Bai Song and remain silent.

"You're in good shape," Bai Song said kindly, "Have you been chatting with your friends recently?"

"She's fine," Lin Qing's mother said, and then glanced at Wang Huadong: "She's always with me."

"Let me see," Bai Song took the phone again and looked at the chat history of Lin Qing's mother.

Perhaps because Lin Qing's father did not come in again, there was obvious confusion in Lin Qing's mother's chat history.

Although she was communicating with herself, she was already conflicted. She always felt that she had made a big mistake, but she never talked about what mistake she had made.

Bai Song began to try to communicate with Lin Qing's mother using the split personality of her mother, and gradually got in touch with Lin Qing's mother.

"So you've hurt someone? It doesn't matter. Everyone in this world makes mistakes. Everyone can make mistakes. Once we make a mistake, we just have to face it." Bai Song said.

"But the police won't forgive me." said Lin Qing's mother.

"What does it matter if the police won't forgive you? We will forgive you and we will always be with you."

"I... I don't know... I didn't hurt anyone..."

"Who said you harmed someone?" Bai Song took out a photo of Lin Qing's father. "Did he tell you that?"

"Him?" Lin Qing's mother was confused. She looked at the photo and didn't understand what it meant. She couldn't understand the photo now.

"Yes, he is not right." Bai Song flipped through a few photos of Lin Qing's father and showed them to her: "This man is not right. You are not a bad person. You are a good person. Besides, you don't have to be afraid of anything. We are here to help you solve these problems. If you have any problem, just tell us and you don't have to be afraid."

"But I will really be caught by the police," Lin Qing's mother was full of fear.

"Even if something really happens, I will stay with you." Bai Song knew that Lin Qing's mother was very lonely deep down in her heart.

If we ask why Lin Qing has the habit of being easily influenced and manipulated, it is most likely inherited from her mother.

"Really?" Lin Qing's mother looked at Bai Song.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of anything," Bai Song repeated again, as if hypnotizing Lin Qing's mother.

"I..." Lin Qing's mother looked around, then her neck inexplicably shrank back, took out her cell phone, and spoke into it: "Hey... I'll tell you a secret, I have a daughter, and I killed her. She can't dance anymore!"