"Okay, young man, whenever you are free, you can play two games with me."
"No problem, sir. When the case is solved, I will come to you for advice."
A few people were standing downstairs talking, and the fool Su Le and the others met that day came over happily. He was still walking, muttering:
"One two three four five, hey hey, one two three four five, hey hey, one two three four five, hey hey."
"Isn't this Xu Zhiguo's youngest son?" Su Le still remembered what Xu Zhiguo said to them that day.
"Yes, his name is Xu Wenkai. He used to be a good young man, but he became like this due to some stimulation."
"Oh, hasn't he been stupid since he was a child?" Su Le asked.
"No, he suddenly got seriously ill when the old village was being demolished, and he became stupid. Some people say that he was frightened."
"It's nice to smile all day long and look carefree like this," Liu Guan said.
"No, there are times when he is scared. People say he doesn't dare to go out when it rains, and he never dares to go to Meijing East Street." Uncle Wang said in a low voice.
"Uncle, is there anything scary on Meijing East Street?" Liu Guan asked.
"No way, isn't it just like other streets?"
"Then why doesn't he dare to go?"
"I don't know, but once some troublemakers deliberately scared him and carried him to the East Street. He was so scared that he peed in his pants."
"Is there such a thing?" Su Le asked puzzledly.
"Yeah, we don't understand either. A person who is usually cheerful all day long just doesn't dare to go to East Street, as if there are ghosts there." Uncle Wang said.
"Ah, there is such a thing. I have seen people who are afraid of ghosts, but I have never seen people who are afraid of the streets." Liu Guan had a surprised look on his face.
"Did he say what he was afraid of?" Su Le asked.
"We haven't heard him say that." Uncle Wang replied, shaking his head.
When Su Le and the others bid farewell to Uncle Wang and left the Meijing Community, Dr. Qiao, who had been silent, suddenly said:
"Let's go for a walk on Meijing East Street."
"What for? You want to try how scary it is, haha." Liu Guan asked.
"Yes, go and see what's scary." Dr. Qiao continued what he said.
There is no difference between Meijing East Street and other South Streets and North Streets. Even the width of the road, the style of street lights and the design of greening are exactly the same. The only difference is that only the side of East Street facing the community has commercial front houses, and the other
There are gatehouses on both sides of several streets. Across the east street is an abandoned factory.
"If that fool is really afraid of this street, I think it must have something to do with this factory." Dr. Qiao said to himself.
"Okay, Dr. Qiao, you are going to change your career to become a psychiatrist." Su Le said jokingly.
"There may be a way to cure that fool's disease, or at least give him some relief." Dr. Qiao said while looking at the abandoned factory outside the window.
"He's just a fool, do we need to treat him?" Zhang Pengfei asked.
Dr. Qiao did not answer Zhang Pengfei's question, but leaned against the car window with his eyes closed and thought about his own thoughts. After a long while, he opened his eyes and asked:
"Liu Guan, what are the better hospitals in Gui'an City?"
"Ah, hospital? Dr. Qiao, do you want to see a doctor?" Liu Guan asked puzzledly.
"Just answer the question."
"Oh, the two best ones here are the Municipal People's Hospital and the Affiliated Hospital of Medical College."
"Which of these two hospitals is closer to here?"
"The People's Hospital is close, just one kilometer past here."
"Otherwise, how about we divide the troops into two groups? Su Le and I go to the hospital, and Pengfei and Xiao Liu go to check the call records?" Dr. Qiao asked for everyone's opinions.
Everyone didn't know what medicine Dr. Qiao was selling in his gourd, and it seemed like he didn't want to explain anything, so they could only agree to his arrangement. Liu Guan drove Su Le and Dr. Qiao to the entrance of the People's Hospital, and then went there with Zhang Pengfei
Mobile company.
"Which department should we go to?" Su Le asked Dr. Qiao.
"Go to the hospital office first." Dr. Qiao answered.
"What are you doing in the hospital office?"
"Let's see if we can find that idiot's medical records. I want to know the day he got sick."
"Do you think his illness is related to the case?"
"I can't confirm it yet, but I just think we should check the day he got sick."
"I also think there's something fishy about this fool, but we can't connect the clues we've obtained so far, and we can't get to the crux of the problem."
"Maybe if we find out the specific date of his onset of illness, we can grasp the key."
The people in the hospital office warmly received them, and after listening to their appeals, they were taken directly to the information and archives department of the hospital.
"When are you going to check the medical records?" The person in charge of the Information Archives Department is an older woman, and people in the office call her Section Chief Lin.
"January and February 2005." Dr. Qiao deduced based on Xu Yongchang's death time on February 4th that the fool's onset of illness should also be around this date.
"Oh, that's a bit troublesome. At that time, our hospital had not yet implemented office electronics, and all were paper files. Moreover, our hospital did not archive the diagnostic records of the outpatient department."
"That doesn't matter, we only check the hospitalization part."
"Then which department's inpatient medical records do you want to check?"
"It should be neurology." Dr. Qiao originally studied medicine, and he still knows very well what department a patient who suddenly goes crazy should go to.
"Okay, come upstairs with me." After Section Chief Lin said this, she twisted her fat hips to lead the way.
The hospital's file management is indeed very standardized. Each year's medical records are stored in a separate room. Chief Lin led them directly to the archives room with the 2005 sign hanging on it, opened the door and let them in.
Maybe it was because there was no ventilation for a long time, or maybe the medical records were still contaminated with the smell of the ward, and there was a dirty smell in the room. Chief Lin walked over and turned on the ventilation device, and after a while the air in the room became normal.
The Department of Neurology has a large pile of medical records every month. Dr. Su Le and Dr. Qiao are each responsible for one month, carefully examining the medical records in January and February respectively. An hour later, Su Le and Dr. Qiao have already collected the medical records on their hands.
After looking through all the medical records, Xu Wenkai's name was not found. Section Chief Lin was already impatient with the waiting and kept walking back and forth in the corridor.
"Did we find something wrong?" Su Le asked.
"Probably not, maybe there is a time problem." Dr. Qiao walked to the door and asked Section Chief Lin who was standing in the corridor:
"Chief Lin, are the medical records filed in your hospital based on the date of admission? Or based on the date of discharge."
"Of course it's the date of discharge. We require all departments to complete the filing work in the month when the patient is discharged." Section Chief Lin replied.
"Look for March." Dr. Qiao came back and said to Su Le.
The hard work paid off, and after more than half an hour of searching, they finally found Xu Wenkai's name in the medical records for March.
After copying all of Xu Wenkai's medical records, Su Le and the others took a taxi back to the police station. On the way back to the police station, Dr. Qiao asked Su Le to call and arrange for people in the bureau to check the weather in Gui'an City in January and February 2005.
material.
Deleting the call records on the mobile phone did not bring much difficulty to the investigation of the case. Liu Guan took the certificate issued by the police station and quickly retrieved all the call records of Xu Zhiguo within a month.
After both groups returned to the police station, they immediately went to the office of detachment leader Hu Jianzhong to report on their work.
"Let's talk about the call records first. I'll look at the meteorological data first." Dr. Qiao said to Zhang Pengfei.
Zhang Pengfei took the call records printed from the mobile company and said:
"The call records show that after Su Le and the others left the Xu family, Xu Zhiguo made a total of 5 calls. The first call was to his eldest son Xu Wenliang, the second call was to his brother-in-law Guo Encheng, and the third call was to his brother-in-law Guo Encheng.
The call was to Xu Wenliang, the fourth was to Guo Encheng, and the fifth was to Xu Wenliang. In the month before Su Le and the others went to Xu's house, Xu Zhiguo only called three times, twice to Xu Wenjuan.
One call was to Xu Wenyong."
"Judging from the call records, it is not difficult for us to guess who deleted the call records." Su Le said to Zhang Pengfei.
"Except for Xu Wenliang and Guo Encheng, no one else will be interested in call records," Liu Guan said.
"Xiao Liu, please tell me about the information you found about Xu Wenliang." Zhang Pengfei asked.
Liu Guan took out his notebook and said:
"Xu Wenliang is 48 years old and is the boss of Daliang Construction Company in Gui'an City. Daliang Construction Company was established in 1995 with a registered capital of 500,000. Last year, the invoice amount of Daliang Construction Company was 76 million. It is a small construction company in Gui'an City.
.Mainly do some construction and installation work of small buildings and undertake subcontracting work of some large construction companies."
"This Xu Wenliang seems to have some strength." Zhang Pengfei said.
"Yes, Dr. Qiao, did you gain anything in the hospital?" Hu Jianzhong said to Dr. Qiao who was looking at the meteorological data.
"We found Xu Wenkai's hospitalization records in the hospital." Dr. Qiao replied.
"Can we find any clues from the cases?" Zhang Pengfei asked.
"According to Xu Wenkai's diagnosis record when he was admitted to the hospital, he became ill on the night of January 28, 2005. He was sent to the hospital on the morning of the 29th. At that time, the patient's symptoms were a fever of 39.5 degrees, confusion, and severe tremors. At that time, the hospital
He was given fever-reducing and tranquilizing drugs and diagnosed as a stress response mental disorder." Dr. Qiao said while walking back and forth in the office with the medical records.
"Then what?" Hu Jianzhong asked.
"Then I checked the meteorological data in January and February 2005. Throughout January and early February, it only rained on the night of January 28, and the precipitation record on that day was 15 millimeters per hour, which is completely consistent with heavy rain.
Characteristics." Dr. Qiao said while holding up meteorological data.
"Oh, I understand!" Su Le jumped up from the chair excitedly.
Except Dr. Qiao, everyone looked at Su Le with wide eyes, expecting him to give further explanation. Dr. Qiao showed a satisfied smile on his face, pulled the chair where Su Le was sitting just now, leaned on it casually and waited.