Xing Ze looked at the phone screen and the other party did not send any more messages.

He picked up the phone on the washstand and handed it to Wen Qing: "Play with this tonight."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Xing Ze shook his phone and said, "I'll deal with him, you use my phone first."

Wen Qing didn't answer the phone and said to Xing Ze, "No need, I don't play with my phone that often."

"And what if someone from the police station contacts you?"

Xing Ze pointed to another cell phone on the washstand that looked like an old-fashioned phone and explained, "This is only for communication within the bureau."

Wen Qing was a little conflicted. Cell phones were too personal. His cell phone was fine as it was assigned by the system anyway. But Xing Ze's cell phone should have a lot of things in it.

Xing Ze added: "It's inconvenient for you to not have a mobile phone, so use mine first."

Thinking that there was no clock in the room, Wen Qing took the phone: "Thank you."

"Why are you being polite?" Xing Ze said helplessly, raising his hand to touch his head, "It's getting late, go and get some rest."

Wen nodded gently: "Good night."

"good evening."

After taking a shower, Xing Ze looked at his phone. There were still no new text messages, but there was a WeChat news push.

He wanted to delete it but accidentally clicked on WeChat.

The next second, Xing Ze’s gaze froze.

There are not many chat boxes on Wen Qingxin’s homepage, only four, him, Ji Yu, Ji Sheng and Xia Yansi.

However, the chat box with the note about Xing Ze is pinned to the top.

He is pinned.

He is the only one pinned to the top.

Xing Ze stared at the WeChat interface, feeling a warm current surge in his heart.

He couldn't help but think that, in other words, in Wen Qing's heart, he was the most important.

The heat from the bottom of his heart gradually flowed to his limbs. Xing Ze's palms were sweating, his head was hot, and he felt a little dizzy.

Xing Ze walked to the balcony to enjoy the cool breeze.

When I turned my head, I saw an adjacent building.

The 13th floor was just upstairs, the lights were bright, and you could vaguely see people walking around.

Xing Ze stared at the figure behind the curtain. The two buildings were adjacent to each other, so it should be clearer to see from a high place to a low place. It was indeed possible that Yang Fan could peek at what Wen Qing was doing.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, I heard the sound of conversation downstairs.

"Dad, where are you sleeping today?" Ji Sheng asked with a smile.

"Ji Sheng." Xia Yansi called out Ji Sheng's name word by word, sounding a little displeased.

"He's so annoying, isn't he? Little Dad."

Xing Ze thought that Xia Yansi and Ji Yu had had an argument, so he paused, swallowed the words he was about to say hello, and turned to leave the balcony.

“It’s almost over.”

*****

Wen Qing slept well again that night and woke up feeling refreshed in the morning.

When I walked out of the bedroom, Xing Ze had obviously gotten up long ago, and there were various breakfasts on the dining table.

Wen Qing sat down and a cup of soy milk was pushed to his hand.

He drank a sip of soy milk, and a bowl of century egg and lean meat porridge was pushed under his eyes.

"Thank you." Wen Qing thanked him and lowered his head to drink his porridge. He noticed from the corner of his eye that Xing Ze was looking at him frequently.

Not a straightforward look, but just a glance and another.

Wen Qing raised his eyes, a little confused: "What's wrong?"

Xing Ze said slowly: "I accidentally clicked on your WeChat yesterday."

Wen Qing recalled the content of his WeChat, there was nothing at all.

Apart from Xing Ze, he hardly ever chats with anyone else on WeChat.

Thinking that Xing Ze was apologizing, Wen chuckled and said, "It's okay."

Xing Ze lowered his eyes and said shyly, "I saw it."

Wen Qingshou paused, a little confused: "What did you see?"

Xing Ze's cheeks turned slightly red, and he said slowly, "Pin it to the top."

Wen Qing tilted his head and looked at Xing Ze. What's wrong with pinning it?

He asked tentatively: "Don't you want to be pinned?"

"I can cancel it."

"That's not what I meant," Xing Ze quickly explained to Wen Qing, "I wanted to say that I, I used to be a straight man, but now I feel..."

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, the cell phone rang suddenly, deafeningly.

Xing Ze glanced at the caller ID, answered the call, and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Chen's voice rang out from the other end of the line: "Team Xing, the approval has come down from above. When are we going to the clinic to investigate Yang Fan?"

Xing Ze's expression became serious: "Come to the South City Community first, I'll ask my uncle."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and called Ji Yu.

Wen Qing vaguely heard the general idea, and waited until Xing Ze finished the call before asking curiously, "What approval?"

Xing Ze explained: "He and his uncle's clinic signed a confidentiality agreement regarding Yang Fan's case. The psychologist cannot disclose her personal information at will."

Wen Qing blinked: "So are we going to Uncle Ji's clinic later?"

"No need," Xing Ze shook his head and said to him, "My uncle said that the clinic is closed today, and he will take Yang Fan's information home."

"Wait for Xiao Chen to arrive."

As soon as Yang Fan's matter was interrupted, Wen Qing immediately forgot about Xing Ze's previous performance.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Chen came with the documents.

Wen Qing followed them downstairs.

It was Ji Sheng who opened the door. He called out "Brother" and turned to look at the unfamiliar Xiao Chen.

"Who is this?"

Xiao Chen scratched his head: "I am your cousin's colleague."

Xing Ze frowned slightly and stared at Ji Sheng: "Don't you have to go to school today?"

Ji Sheng: "...Today is Sunday."

Xing Ze said to him, "We have something serious to discuss with my uncle, go back to your room."

Ji Sheng turned his head to look at Ji Yu, and after meeting his eyes, he responded reluctantly and walked back to the bedroom.

After sitting down, Ji Yu handed the file bag on the coffee table to Xing Ze: "It contains Yang Fan's medical records, conversations, etc. during his stay in the clinic."

The punishment selection is opened directly.

Wen Qing also curiously leaned over to take a look, and noticed a line of words at a glance.

[Emotional control disorder, suspected dissociative personality disorder. ]

Xing Ze quickly glanced over the general contents and frowned, "Uncle, has Yang Fan's mental illness been diagnosed?"

"No," Ji Yu poured water for the three people and said slowly, "His condition is a bit strange. When he came to the clinic half a year ago, he just had some emotional disorders and violent tendencies, which was not considered a mental illness."

"But in the past six months, his condition has become increasingly serious. I now suspect he has dissociative personality disorder, or multiple personality disorder."

Wen Qing was stunned. Yang Fan had a violent tendency?

Is it possible to have multiple personalities?

This is completely undetectable from Yang Fan's gentle and mild appearance.

Ji Yu glanced at him calmly and continued, "Yang Fan has always had a violent tendency since he was a child, but as he grows older, he has been able to control it better."

"Until half a year ago, Yang Fan said he lost control of his emotions because he lost a promotion opportunity and beat the cat at home. Then things got out of control."

"After that, he frequently quarreled with his ex-wife and even got physical with her a few times."

Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Is this the reason why he divorced his ex-wife?"

"Maybe," Ji Yu paused and continued, "Before the divorce, he accidentally killed the cat at home, so he came to the clinic."

Xing Ze stroked the teacup with his fingertips and asked again: "Uncle, did he say anything about his ex-wife?"

"Very rarely," Ji Yu thought for a moment and said, "When I first arrived at the hospital, I talked about it a few times because of my divorce and emotional control problems, but I never mentioned it again afterwards."

Xiao Chen, who was recording, couldn't help but ask, "So what do you usually talk about?"

Ji Yu: "We talked about everything, work, relationships, news, etc. The last few times, we mainly analyzed and discussed with him what he might have done during the period when his memory was blank."

Xing Ze pursed his lips: "Uncle, did you record the specific time period when he lost his memory?"

Ji Yu pointed to the file bag and said, "It's inside."

Xing Ze continued to ask: "Did he mention anything about the missing case?"

"We talked about it once," Ji Yu paused and told them, "about Yao Qian. We lived in the same neighborhood. She said she met him while feeding cats, but nothing happened after that."

Xing Ze: "What about the other victims? Didn't he talk about them?"

"No," Ji Yu half-closed his eyes and slowly drank a sip of tea, "but he told me about an unsolved case of dismembered body many years ago. The murderer would throw a certain amount of body parts on the street every few days."

Wen Qing remembered this case; Xing Ze had told him about it.

Ji Yu: "Yang Fan said that the murderer was too conceited. If it was him, he might just feed the body to stray animals, destroy the body and then throw out some clues from time to time to mislead the police."

Hearing this, Xing Ze's face sank.

Ji Yu said casually: "There is a recording in the USB drive."

Wen Qing held the teacup nervously, her eyelids twitching wildly.

Could it be that Yang Fan really fed the victim’s body to the cats and dogs?