Lin Hang has really come.
He brought Feng Lin with him.
After learning that it was An Ning who had called the police again, Feng Lin was most concerned about An Ning's current condition.
So he subtly inquired with Lin Hang for a long time and finally learned some information from him.
Anning is currently in a sanatorium. Something must have happened there that she found out about, so she made this call to the police.
Anning's current situation... is very good.
It's really good.
It's absolutely amazing.
Lin Hang had just told him that An Ning was still on the phone with him.
Upon hearing this news, Feng Lin's expression stiffened.
Doesn't that mean An Ning overheard all the questions he asked indirectly earlier?
This is so embarrassing!
Feng Lin immediately sat up straight, not uttering another word, staring straight ahead, not daring to move.
Observing Feng Lin's sudden change in demeanor, Lin Hang frowned in confusion, "What are you doing? Is it something terrible that An Ning overheard you? Why are you so scared?"
His words sounded extremely impolite to Feng Lin. What did he mean by "terrible"? What did he mean by "so frightened"?
He wasn't scared at all.
Didn't he feel that his indirect questioning seemed too inappropriate to others?
Feng Lin's face turned bright red, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. In the end, he could only say, "No."
Lin Hang was driving with one hand, his foot on the gas pedal. His Bluetooth earpiece was connected to the police in Lin'an County. He didn't say anything more when he heard Feng Lin's reply, but just glanced at him.
Then he struck up a conversation with the people opposite him, asking, "Have you set off yet?"
He was contacted by the captain of the criminal investigation team in Lin'an. "They're already on their way. We've heard of that sanatorium. There was a murder case there before, but the police investigation found that it was all suicides, so we haven't paid much attention to that sanatorium."
"You mean something else has happened inside?"
Lin Hang gave a somewhat vague answer to the question posed by the head of the criminal investigation team in Lin'an County: "Based on the information we have so far, it seems he's not dead yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Ning's voice suddenly came from the phone beside him. It was calm and indifferent, without a trace of panic: "Dead."
She was calmly stating a fact.
As for who died... the emergency room lights weren't even on, so who else could have died?
Uncle Feng is probably in grave danger.
However, on the surface, Uncle Feng's death had little to do with this sanatorium.
Anning is still standing at the door. The people inside may not have heard the knocking, or they may have heard it but ignored it.
She waited for about ten seconds and then knocked on the door again. The crisp knocking sound rang in Qi Huan's ears, and he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
He felt that he and Anning were courting death.
But he didn't dare to say it.
This is a corner of the corridor, which is already pitch black, and to make matters worse, this mad dean hasn't installed any light bulbs in this area.
Given their current level of visibility, they can only see themselves.
And whether the door in front of them was open or not.
There was still no response to the knocking.
It was like a stone sinking into the sea.
Anning did not give up and repeated the actions she had taken not long ago.
The knocking sound came from Lin Hang's phone. Feng Lin, sitting in the passenger seat, felt a chill run down his spine when he heard it.
That sound is really creepy...
But Anning seemed completely oblivious. After knocking on the door for the third time without receiving a response, she knocked a fourth time.
Qi Huan originally thought that this time it would be the same as the previous times, and she would not get any response.
But he seems to be wrong.
This time he received a response... no, it should be said that both he and An Ning received a response; strictly speaking, it could be said that An Ning's knocking was answered.
Because he heard footsteps approaching them.
It seemed to be coming from behind the door.
An Ning's actions stopped at this moment.
She listened intently to something, a hint of melancholy creeping into her expression.
This sound doesn't seem to be coming from behind the door... wait!
That sound isn't coming from behind the door! It's clearly coming from the hallway!
The wooden stick swung swiftly toward Qi Huan's head with such force that it seemed intent on crippling him on the spot.
An Ning's pupils contracted sharply, and then she kicked Qi Huan to the ground.
"Are you deaf? Don't you know this sound is coming right next to you?"
After kicking him, she yelled at Qi Huan. If the situation weren't so dire, she would have loved to kick him a couple more times.
How can this person be so carefree?
Are they afraid that someone won't be able to kill them with a single blow?
Fortunately, An Ning's kick was timely enough. If the kick had been slower, the wooden stick would have struck Qi Huan's fragile skull instead of the solid wall.
Blood will definitely splatter on the spot.
An Ning glanced coldly at Li Lan, who was holding a wooden stick, her eyes devoid of any warmth. "You're one of them too?"
Holding the wooden stick in both hands, Li Lan couldn't understand An Ning's words. She simply said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just punishing you through normal procedures because you did something wrong!"
She spoke loudly, as if that would make her the one in the right.
But she was wrong. This tactic might have worked against others, but it didn't work against her.
She met Anning.
A human being who is considered mentally ill by normal people and ostracized by the mentally ill.
"Why are you yelling so loudly? Does being louder give you the right to be right? Should I use a megaphone to yell at you?"
After criticizing Li Lan, An Ning began to look at the wooden stick in Li Lan's hand. It was a very strange wooden stick, covered with scratches of varying depths. It didn't seem to have been caused all at once, but rather it looked like it had accumulated over time.
An Ning didn't even want to think about what the dark brown marks among the scratches, whether shallow or deep, were.
This stick has probably done more bad things than she has in her entire life.
Although I haven't been on the job long, I've already done quite a lot.
"You're in cahoots with this dean?"
She looked at Li Lan calmly, completely unafraid of the wooden stick in Li Lan's hand, as if the thing was nothing to her.
That is indeed the case.
She's more likely afraid of guns.
I'm afraid it would be embarrassing to even mention a small wooden stick.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about. All I know is that the second floor is a restricted area and you can’t come up here, so I have a reason to use unconventional methods to solve this problem.”
Li Lan held the wooden stick horizontally in front of her, watching the other person warily, it was unclear what she was afraid of.
Their momentum suddenly weakened considerably.
Perhaps Anning's reaction was completely unexpected.
So calm.
He doesn't seem like a mental patient at all.
"Are you really crazy?" she suddenly asked.
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