Chapter 339 Day 5
Psychiatry.
Jiang Zhiyue met Zhong Ren again.
Behind the cold iron bars, Jongin sat quietly in a corner of the room, wearing a tattered white hospital gown.
His messy hair hung on his head in a disorderly manner, and a few strands of hair covered his eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.
He raised his head and shook the hair out of his eyes. His skin was pale without a trace of blood and his lips were very dry and cracked.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring straight ahead. In Zhong Ren's mental state, no one dared to approach him unless it was absolutely necessary.
Before the soldier opened the lock, he said to her, "Miss Jiang, don't worry, the doctor gave him a sedative in advance to ensure that he can't hurt you."
"He asked you to go in alone," the soldier added, "We must make sure everything goes well."
Jiang Zhiyue nodded, took the alarm handed to her by the soldier, and walked in.
The soldiers guarding the door retreated.
Jiang Zhiyue didn't want outsiders to hear the following conversation.
She walked slowly and stopped at a relatively safe distance.
"Mr. Jongin."
The girl's voice was like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle and calm, and every word revealed her inner calmness.
“You’re here pretty quick.” Jongin let out a slightly mocking laugh.
Jiang Zhiyue walked closer and saw that his hands were bound with iron chains. The hard iron chains left circles of blood marks under his skin, which had never seen the sun. The blood vessels were clearly visible.
There was a gleam in her eyes.
Zhong Ren let out a series of weird laughs from his throat, "You keep saying Chu Junyue is different from them, but they are all birds of a feather."
"You're worried that I'll hurt you, so you want to tie me up like an animal? Miss Jiang, you're nothing special."
Seeing the situation in front of her, Jiang Zhiyue knew that it was bad.
Zhong Ren hated the powerful and wealthy, and hated those who fawned on them even more. If yesterday's words had moved him, then today's "privileged behavior" would undoubtedly anger him again.
A person whose heart is filled with hatred is already on the edge of a cliff and on the verge of collapse.
He was tied up like an animal, with heavy chains on his feet. If he got a little excited, his body would twitch involuntarily.
This is a very subtle movement. Often such symptoms appear in "mental patients" and will not attract attention. Electric shock therapy, electric current pain therapy, and all kinds of strange treatment methods can be used on such patients.
Zhong Ren was used to this kind of technique. He twitched slightly, and his eyes stared straight at Jiang Zhiyue's face.
Jiang Zhiyue walked a few steps outside and talked to the soldiers in a low voice. Not long after, several doctors hurried over.
The doctors' expressions were a little solemn, and they glanced at Jiang Zhiyue with a hint of blame in their eyes.
"I will be responsible for my own safety." Jiang Zhiyue said.
The doctors exchanged helpless looks and could only carefully uncuff Jongin’s hands and feet.
A doctor who was closer had just opened the handcuffs when Jongin suddenly and swiftly stretched out his hand, pretending to strangle the other person's neck.
The male doctor screamed "Ah——" in fear, took a few steps back in a hurry, and almost fell down.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Jongin’s face.
Several doctors ran away in fear.
Jiang Zhiyue stood aside calmly, her eyes unchanged.
“Aren’t you afraid?” Zhong Ren asked.
Jiang Zhiyue, "I came here for my mother. I am afraid. I will not rush here from the capital."
"You are so young, yet so filial." This sentence was full of sarcasm, the tone was sharp and sarcastic, and the face was full of ridicule.
Jongin said, “I promised to see you, I didn’t say I would help you.”
He took out a photo from his pocket and examined it carefully under the incandescent light. "Hmm...your mother is a beauty. I have been in the psychiatric department for so long and have seen many different kinds of people. There are not many women as gentle as your mother. I can imagine what she will look like when she grows up..."
"I know her."
The middle-aged man finally said the words that Jiang Zhiyue had been waiting for for a long time.
Jongin's expression didn't seem fake. He grabbed his messy hair with one hand and rubbed it wildly and hard. His sharp nails scratched a deep bloody mark on his forehead.
But in the next sentence, his expression immediately became ferocious, "But I won't tell you anything!"
“Ahahahahaha—!”
He deliberately teased Jiang Zhiyue, but the girl looked normal and just looked at him calmly, while the man looked crazy and laughed non-stop.
Jiang Zhiyue waited until he had laughed enough and asked, "Have you seen this person?"
She suddenly took out a photo. Zhong Ren glanced at it inadvertently and his pupils suddenly shrank. He tried his best to cover it up with frantic movements. His increasingly sharp laughter disturbed Jiang Zhiyue's thoughts.
Jiang Zhiyue did not ignore the flash of stagnation in his eyes and said, "This is what Old Madam Sheng looked like when she was young."
She paused for a moment and spoke slowly, "I have an ending to a story that has been delayed for more than 30 years, and I want to tell you."
Jiang Zhiyue's story is very common, involving marital disputes, power struggles, and all kinds of intrigues and bloody plots, a complicated human drama.
However, this seemingly stereotyped story only differs in that it involves countless buried lives.
She said that Jiang Wanrou was the lost eldest daughter of the Sheng family. Her father had a mistress, her biological mother died early, and her biological brother had to experience separation as soon as he found her.
But this wasn't the only thing that caught Jongin's attention.
She said, "My mother's identity is closely related to Director Zhong's death. Do you always think that Director Zhong died because of his investigation into the Wolong Village accident?"
"You have never been able to figure out what kind of thing would lead to the demise of a village. Perhaps you only know the cause of Director Zhong's death at this moment."
"Director Zhong was a clean and honest man. He insisted on investigating the case in Wolong Village, and indeed offended someone he should not have offended. But the real reason that killed him was nothing more than—"
"He found out who my mother really was."
Zhong Ren's pupils shrank again. These words concluded his judgment over the years. He believed that his father was just a sacrifice in the internal struggle among the upper class and powerful, and was framed and murdered by cunning people in order to compete for promotion.
"The case in Wolong Village was the trigger. Director Zhong probably noticed something unusual. That's why he noticed my mother. My mother survived the tragedy but lost all her memories."
Jiang Zhiyue continued, "The reason why she is still alive is probably related to Director Zhong."
"Mr. Zhong Ren, now I urgently need your help to uncover the past that has been sealed for more than 30 years and let the truth no longer remain silent..."
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