Su Man calculated Shu Yunan's hospitalization time, and then she found that their hospitalization times overlapped.
Judging from the time, Wang Xiang was discharged from the hospital before Shu Yunan. Shu Yunan was discharged about a week after Wang Xiang was discharged.
Su Man felt that the development of this matter was becoming increasingly strange, as if an invisible big hand was controlling everything.
"Can I go to Wang Xiang's room and take a look?"
"Can."
Wang Xiang’s mother opened Wang Xiang’s bedroom.
There wasn't much in there, just a bed and a table.
All sharp edges were covered with sponge, even the bedposts were covered, which shows how attentive the family was.
The white walls were covered with meaningless pictures, some drawn with watercolor pens, some with ballpoint pens, layer upon layer, like a tangled mess that could not be cut or sorted out.
Although most of the paintings are watercolors, Su Man does not feel any childishness, but rather a gloomy and depressing feeling.
"Wang Xiang likes painting?"
"yes."
Seeing the paintings on the wall, Wang Xiang's mother's eyes reddened as she recalled, "From childhood to adulthood, besides talking to himself, his favorite thing was painting."
Su Man looked around and found quite a few sketchbooks on the table.
She pointed. "Can I see it?"
Wang Xiang’s mother nodded and took out all the picture albums.
Only then did Su Man discover that Wang Xiang had more than twenty picture albums.
She picked up a book at random and took a closer look. There were pencil scribbles on it.
It didn't look like a random scribble, but more like an abstract painting that she couldn't understand.
It seems that some characters appeared in it.
Su Man looked through them for a while and found that they were all of the same style.
She couldn't understand it for a while, so she packed up the albums and planned to take them back to the police station for a closer look.
Before leaving, Su Man asked Wang Xiang's mother.
"Did Wang Xiang make any friends in the mental hospital?"
"friend?"
Wang Xiang's mother shook her head. "I don't know, probably not."
"This child has always liked to play by himself and probably doesn't know how to make friends."
Su Man felt that she was a little too idealistic. Based on Wang Xiang's mental state, even if he met Shu Yunan in the hospital, he might not communicate with his mother given his mental state.
So, Su Man took a bus back to the police station carrying a stack of picture albums.
She placed the picture albums on the table and looked through them one by one. When she looked at the third one, she could barely make out some of the mysteries.
For example, the dark one with heavy shadows should be the house.
It had a bloody mouth and looked like a monster, which was probably what he feared.
And the human-shaped thing that appears in every article and is broken into two halves may be himself.
Su Man's head hurt after watching this.
She is not a professional psychologist, but she can still tell a person's mental state based on a few paintings.
Why?
Psychologist?
Su Man suddenly thought of Jiang Yunyan.
Isn’t Jiang Yunyan a psychologist? He will definitely be able to understand these paintings.
Although Suman doubted him, people who are suspicious should be dealt with more often.
Whatever he learned from being a free laborer or whatever he revealed in connection with the case, it would benefit her in every way.
Su Man left as soon as she said she would, and picked up two picture albums at random.
To be on the safe side, she quickly reviewed it first.
Unexpectedly, this glance really made her see something.
The book she just picked up at random was actually different from the ones she had been reading.
The overall tone of this book is still dark, but the overall style of painting is much more relaxed than before.
Maybe Su Man had seen too many of Wang Xiang's paintings, she could even read a little bit of joy in them.
This is very intriguing.
Although there is no date marked on the album, judging from the condition of the book, it should have been painted in the past two years.
Could it be that it was painted after Wang Xiang returned from the mental hospital?
Su Man flipped back again.
It’s terrible if you don’t look at it, but it’s shocking once you see it.
Among the paintings of unknown style, there is one that looks very much like the outline of a human.
Compared with the previous one, this one is obviously a portrait.
However, the painting method is still different from that of ordinary people. The face is completely black, and only the outline can be seen that this is a person.
Su Man flipped through a few pages and found that such portraits often appeared in several newer picture albums.
At the beginning, the portrait is very large, and you can tell it is a full-body or half-body portrait.
But the further back you get, the smaller the portrait becomes, and the blank space around it is filled with red watercolor pen.
Su Man felt that this seemed to be a foreshadowing of something.
Who could this portrait be?
Shu Yunan?
If the person he painted was really Shu Yunan, does that mean that he has some kind of connection with Shu Yunan?
Suman felt that she needed to visit the mental hospital.
She put away the books with portraits on them and took a few others.
Su Man first went to the mental hospital, but was told that visiting hours had passed, the gate was closed, and the nurses and doctors on duty were inside, so she could only come back the next day.
Su Man did not go home directly, but went to Jiang Yunyan's psychological counseling room.
The receptionist still remembered Su Man and asked enthusiastically, "Are you here to consult Dr. Jiang?"
"Well, is Dr. Jiang here?"
"I'm sorry, Dr. Jiang is not here today."
"I see."
Su Man was about to leave, but the receptionist called Su Man and said, "But we have a new doctor here, would you like to see him?"
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