Chapter 115 Death of the Virgin: Common Frequency

Everyone went out, leaving only Mu Mian and Yuan Yuan in the closet in the treatment room.

Mu Mian walked lightly to the closet carefully, and knocked on the closet door.

No one answered.

Mu Mian knocked again patiently.

Still no response.

Mu Mian knocked for a long time, and her hands were tired. Mu Mian thought, it seems that her frequency and Yuan Yuan's frequency don't match.

With a creak, the closet door opened.

"Hello, can I come into your house for a visit?" Mu Mian asked with her head tilted.

Yuan Yuan looked at Mu Mian for a long time, and finally nodded.

Mu Mian got into the closet and closed the door.

The two of them squeezed into the small space.

It was pitch black in the cabinet, but for some people, the narrow dark space is a source of security.

Next to the treatment room is the observation room, which has a one-way glass through which you can see the situation in the treatment room. Fang Rui watched Mu Mian crawl into the cabinet. He was a little worried. He was not sure whether Yuan Yuan was aggressive. If he hurt Mu Mian, he would not be able to get in in time to save her. And he was not sure whether Mu Mian had claustrophobia.

"Don't worry too much. I understand Yuan Yuan's situation. He has a good temper and is not aggressive." Teacher Jiang smiled at Fang Rui, "Are you Xiao Mian's boyfriend?"

"Not yet, I'm just her colleague now."

"She depends on you a lot."

Fang Rui asked, "Teacher Jiang, have you been Mu Mian's therapist?"

"Not really, although I gave her short-term treatment when she was very young. At that time, she had just been diagnosed with autism. She was like Yuanyuan now. She couldn't speak and rarely responded to external stimuli. But she was lucky, and her condition recovered very well." Teacher Jiang took out his mobile phone, searched for a while, and found a photo, "I have a photo of Mu Mian when she was a child. Do you want to see it?"

Fang Rui looked at the photo for a while. The little Mu Mian was a smaller version of the current Mu Mian, but the little Mu Mian's eyes were very empty. She looked at the patterns on the floor quietly, like a lifeless puppet.

"Teacher Jiang, do you know Ms. Michelle?"

"Yes, she was also one of Mu Mian's therapists."

"Why did she tell Mu Mian that autistic patients can't get married?"

"Did she say that? That's impossible. Autistic patients can still get married. One of my patients got married. But relatively speaking, there are not many people who get married."

About ten minutes later, the door of the closet slowly opened, and Mu Mian pulled Yuan Yuan out.

Although Yuan Yuan's eyes were still dull and there were traces of tears in the corners of his eyes, he was no longer so resistant to people and things outside the closet.

"Yuan Yuan." Li Min ran over and hugged Yuan Yuan.

Yuan Yuan reached out and hugged Li Min back. His head rested on her shoulder, and he fell asleep soon after. He has been in a state of high tension for the past two days, and now that he has relaxed, he feels very tired.

"Xiaomi, thank you for your help." Teacher Jiang said.

Other staff members also expressed their gratitude to Mu Mian.

"Fang Rui, Yuanyuan told me with his painting that the deceased was killed by a big red mushroom." Mu Mian walked in front of Fang Rui, she raised her palm and said, "Yuanyuan wanted to use magic to save her, but his magic failed. He was very sad, he was afraid that others would blame him, so he hid in the cupboard in fear."

Fang Rui held Mu Mian's hand and looked carefully, there was nothing on it.

"Fang Rui, you are so stupid! The painting is in my mind, not on my palm." Mu Mian tilted her head and looked at him, "Do you want to see it? I can draw it for you."

"..."

Mu Mian found paper and pen, and she quickly drew a picture. There are many lines on the glass window that represent rain. A woman is lying on the floor with a huge mushroom on her head. A little boy is standing next to her, holding a magic wand with a helpless expression.

"I asked Yuanyuan what mushrooms are, but he doesn't know. He may have forgotten, or he may not want to remember." Mu Mian sighed.

Teacher Jiang looked at the painting Mu Mian drew and frowned. "Yuanyuan must have witnessed the murder scene. The huge stimulation distorted his memory. He reconstructed the scene at that time in a fairy tale way. It seems that only hypnosis can find the memory that he has embellished."

Yuanyuan's mood is still unstable. They plan to wait until Yuanyuan recovers a little before hypnotizing him.

Fang Rui took the pair of shoes covered with mud and went to ask the security guard Lao Liu again.

"Uncle Liu, you picked up these shoes from the trash can, didn't you?" Fang Rui questioned, "You deliberately put the shoes in a conspicuous place for us to find, right?"

Old Liu did not hide it and admitted frankly: "Yes, I deliberately let you find it. This morning I saw Chen Xinran pull the power switch, and I felt something was wrong. I hurried to check the west department, and found that Dean Zhang was dead in her office. Dean Zhang must have been killed by Chen Xinran! She has always coveted the position of dean, and she spread rumors everywhere, saying that Dean Zhang embezzled public funds. Dean Zhang is such a good person, how could he embezzle? Later, I found my shoes in the trash can, and I was even more certain that Chen Xinran killed the dean and wanted to frame me!"

"Why didn't you tell us directly?"

"Who would believe what a stinky old man like me says? Chen Xinran is the acting director. If she knew I was telling tales, she would fire me immediately."

Old Liu became more and more excited as he spoke, and revealed all about Chen Xinran. "The reason why Chen Xinran stayed here was that she wanted to take over this welfare home after Director Zhang retired, and then use it to make money. Chen Xinran also found a boyfriend who was an alcoholic, and she used to borrow money from everywhere to give to that man. She must have killed Director Zhang in order to become the director." Old Liu's tone was very firm.

"How is the relationship between Dean Zhang and Chen Xinran?"

"Pretty good."

Fang Rui asked: "Doesn't Dean Zhang know about Chen Xinran's ambition to get promoted? Didn't you tell her that Chen Xinran was spreading rumors?"

"I told Dean Zhang, but she didn't believe me! She thought I was spreading rumors. I don't know why, but Dean Zhang trusts Chen Xinran very much. Even if I gave her the recording of Chen Xinran saying bad things about her, she refused to believe that Chen Xinran was a bad person."

Fang Rui suspected that the person who used that gas to control Dean Zhang was probably Chen Xinran. In the interrogation room, she didn't tell the truth.

"What's the name of Chen Xinran's boyfriend?"

"Zhang Daming, he runs a mahjong parlor in a nearby town." Fang Rui wrote down the man's information.

On the way back, Fang Rui asked curiously, "Mu Mian, what did you say to Yuan Yuan in the cabinet?"

"Nothing. I think he would be very lonely hiding in the cabinet alone. If someone is willing to go into the cabinet to accompany him, he will feel better." Mu Mian looked at the blue sky outside the car window, and his voice was very soft, "The day my father and mother died, I also hid in the cabinet. The narrow space makes us feel safe. I hid in the dark cabinet for six hours and seven minutes, but no one found me. My sister and the others were busy with other things. I was too hungry, so I came out by myself..."

Fang Rui was stunned. Everyone wanted to pull Yuan Yuan out of the cabinet, but no one thought of going into the cabinet to accompany him.

Mu Mian continued, "Fang Rui, there are several needle marks on Yuanyuan's arm. Those are probably not caused by vaccinations. I suspect someone is abusing Yuanyuan. Yuanyuan also told me with his drawings that someone often pricks the children here with needles."