"Let's get down to business." Wang Shen's smile vanished instantly. Now, his face was devoid of expression. "First, let's talk about Han Mo. As far as I know, you're Han Mo's psychologist, so you should know more about her situation than most people."
Song Mu sat in his office chair, adjusted his glasses, and looked at Wang Shen. Perhaps due to his profession, Song Mu also possessed excellent mental fortitude. He seemed to readily accept everything Wang Shen said. Wang Shen indeed couldn't discern any emotion on Song Mu's face. "That's right. Generally speaking, mental health patients tend to be more open with their attending physicians than with others."
“Since Dr. Song is speaking so frankly, then I will also speak frankly from now on.” Wang Shen looked at Song Mu’s left hand and gently stirred the water glass.
“For patients, psychologists seem to be the most trustworthy people in the world. Deception, hurt, and even emotional entanglements—all these worldly constraints do not exist in the relationship between patients and doctors.” Song Mu did not directly respond to Wang Shen’s words, but subtly expressed the view that not only Han Mo, but all mental patients would be completely honest with their psychologists.
"And what about you, Dr. Song? Will you be the person Han Mo can entrust her life to most?" A smile gradually reappeared on Wang Shen's face. Song Mu glanced at the meaningful smile on Wang Shen's face and smiled faintly in return.
“Alright, I have a basic understanding of Han Mo’s condition. A colleague of mine visited you a while ago and explained everything he learned from you. What I’m most interested in now is that diary. I’d like to make a request: could I borrow Han Mo’s diary?” After saying this, Wang Shen looked quietly at Song Mu, waiting for his reply.
Although it was a very subtle change, Wang Shen still noticed it. When Wang Shen mentioned Han Mo's diary, Song Mu's brows furrowed slightly. Song Mu picked up his water glass, took a sip, and smiled at Wang Shen, saying, "Officer Wang, I may not be able to fulfill this request."
"Is there anything inconvenient?" Wang Shen frowned as well, his eyes fixed on Song Mu.
"That diary went missing a few days ago." Song Mu's tone was completely unfazed, making it impossible to determine the truthfulness of his words. However, such a simple yet flawed explanation clearly did not satisfy Wang Shen.
"Dr. Song, how could a diary suddenly disappear?"
"I don't know." Song Mu shrugged, indicating helplessness. "It might have been stolen."
"Stolen?" Wang Shen deliberately feigned surprise.
“That’s right.” Song Mu’s answer was unexpectedly resolute this time. “A diary is just a piece of waste paper to most people. But to certain people, it’s a treasure.”
"Specific person, who do you mean?"
“Officer Wang should be a smart man, surely he can understand this?” Song Mu’s expression finally changed, and he smiled at Wang Shen as well. “This diary may contain some details that happen to be detrimental to certain people.”
"Dr. Song, you don't need to be so cryptic. The 'certain people' you're referring to, you must be referring to the murderer of Han Mo, right? Does even Dr. Song think Han Mo's case wasn't suicide? But the feedback I got from my colleagues seemed to suggest you were more inclined to believe it was suicide, didn't it?"
"I can't determine whether the diary was stolen by the murderer. I also don't know whether Han Mo committed suicide. However, based on Han Mo's mental state at the time, it was indeed not optimistic. Therefore, for a person with depression, suicide becomes reasonable."
After listening to Song Mu's words, Wang Shen stood up from his chair, walked to the office door, looked up at the top of the door, checked the lock, and then walked back to Song Mu, looking at him. "Dr. Song, you said the diary was stolen. So, was there a burglary?"
Song Mu shook his head at Wang Shen, his expression returning to its usual inscrutable state. "I'm quite confident in the security measures at my psychological clinic. Because this place stores patients' private information, I can't allow anyone with malicious intent to access these documents." Song Mu deliberately raised his voice slightly when mentioning "malicious intent." "For this reason, I've installed very high-security measures. Besides the access control system with both card and fingerprint recognition, I've also installed surveillance cameras and thermal imaging anti-theft devices in the lobby area." As he spoke, Song Mu pointed out the locations of these devices to Wang Shen.
"When you discovered the diary was stolen, didn't these devices leave any trace of the thief?" Wang Shen's gaze was filled with suspicion. Wang Shen now looked at Song Mu as if he were looking at a wolf waiting to be hunted.
“Not at all.” Song Mu shook his head easily.
Wang Shen's gaze remained fixed on Song Mu's face, yet he himself fell into deep thought. Wang Shen was assessing the truthfulness of Song Mu's words. If Song Mu was lying, then Song Mu's suspicion in the Han Mo case would be extremely high. Wang Shen recalled the love poem in Han Mo's file. Suddenly, the words "crime of passion" flashed into Wang Shen's mind. However, so much time had passed since the Han Mo case, making it impractical to find an alibi for Song Mu now. Yet, one thing contradicted this assumption. If Song Mu intentionally hid Han Mo's diary, then on the day Lin Su arrived, Song Mu wouldn't have mentioned the novel at all. Given Song Mu's composed nature, Wang Shen believed he wouldn't make such a foolish mistake. Through rational analysis, Wang Shen gradually began to believe Song Mu's words.
Okay, if what Song Mu said is true, and the diary was indeed stolen, but none of the surveillance cameras recorded anything unusual, how exactly did the thief steal it? An even more important question is: who stole Han Mo's diary? This person should be the key to the entire Han Mo case.
"Here." Wang Shen looked up and surveyed the ceiling. "Isn't there any surveillance footage installed?"
Song Mu shook his head. "This is a psychological counseling room. I don't like installing surveillance cameras in places like this. Surveillance can create a psychological burden for some patients."
Wang Shen pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. "According to Dr. Song, there have been no signs of burglary here, so the theft of the diary is very likely related to people coming in and out of this counseling room. Among the patients who have come for counseling recently, has Dr. Song noticed anyone particularly strange?"
"Although it's disrespectful to say that, aren't the people who come to me for advice all a little bit strange at heart?" Song Mu smiled slightly.
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