Chapter 2 The Weird Investigation Team in Nanwu City
"Zhang Qingfeng, when you get these medicines back, follow the instructions and remember to take them on time half an hour after meals."
"Also, did you skip Professor Chen's last class again?"
"This is not good..."
Downstairs in the male dormitory of Nanwu University, Zhang Qingfeng nodded repeatedly as he listened to Xu Qian's instructions. Then he glanced at the medicine in the bag in his hand and suddenly felt a headache.
Since the onset of those weird symptoms, I have seen many doctors and taken some medicine, but the symptoms have not been relieved.
Zhang Qingfeng said: "I will pay you back the medicine money next week."
"Ah? Invite me to dinner next week, okay, then I will kill you severely." A smile appeared on Xu Qian's face and said: "Okay, I have to go to the library, see you tomorrow.
"
Looking at Xu Qian's back, Zhang Qingfeng smiled faintly, and then came to his dormitory, 202.
When I opened the dormitory door, it was empty inside.
"Where's the person?" Zhang Qingfeng called out, but no one answered.
He conveniently put the medicine in his hand on the table. He had no interest in these medicines.
He was also very sure that he was definitely not mentally ill.
Then Zhang Qingfeng shook his head. About three months ago, when he first entered Nanwu University, because he could often see strange things, in order to calm down, a netizen sent him a Taoist scripture and tried to recite it.
.
But since he started reciting the Tao Sutra, he could clearly feel a flow of air entering his body...
This energy will enter the body and circulate in an orderly manner before leaving. This cannot be false.
but……
Could this be true mental illness?
How about taking some more medicine tonight and try it?
Zhang Qingfeng shook his head to stop himself from thinking about these things for the time being, then opened his laptop and logged into QQ.
Soon, a message was sent.
Chu Kuangge: "It's only the afternoon, why are you online now? When we were chatting in the group yesterday, didn't we say you were going to see the doctor again?"
The group Chu Kuangge mentioned is a self-help group for mental patients.
The two also met in this group. Zhang Qingfeng poured a cup of tea, took a sip, and then typed: "It's of no use."
"What about this Taoist scripture? After reciting it, do you feel a little more peaceful?" Chu Kuangge typed over and asked, "I spent a lot of effort to get that Taoist scripture."
"After I recited that Taoist scripture, I still had a strange feeling." At this point, Zhang Qingfeng paused, and then said: "Forget it, I can't explain it clearly on the Internet."
Chu Kuangge: "???"
"This strange feeling, is it true or not?" Chu Kuangge asked curiously.
"I can't tell you clearly on the Internet." Zhang Qingfeng shook his head slightly.
"Then let's meet and chat when we have the opportunity." Chu Kuangge said this, "By the way, Lao Cha in the group is dead."
Old tea?
Zhang Qingfeng was slightly stunned. He remembered that Lao Cha was also a patient in the group. His condition seemed to be very stable, and he had also enlightened many people in the group.
"He had a mental illness and jumped off a building to death?" Zhang Qingfeng typed and asked.
Chu Kuangge: "No, he broke his neck at home."
Zhang Qingfeng frowned slightly: "Murder? Did you call the police?"
"He lives alone, the door is locked, and there is no trace of anyone else..."
Zhang Qingfeng opened the group chat, and the group was indeed discussing Lao Cha's death.
"Lao Cha was such a good person, but he died like this."
"picture"
"Stop posting color pictures upstairs, respect Lao Cha."
"Lao Cha was still chatting in the group the night before he died, and said that two people from the special department came to find him, and then the next day, he died."
"Is it true? Three months ago, before Hongfeng in the group died, he seemed to have said that someone from a special department was looking for him, right?"
“It’s scary to think about it carefully.”
…
Looking at the chat records in the group, Zhang Qingfeng frowned deeply. He vaguely remembered that Hongfeng in the group was a very optimistic young man who died about three months ago.
He didn't know the cause of death, but before he died, he did hear that two people came to him.
Is there any connection between this?
Soon, someone in the group continued to say: "Pindao, I'm afraid Lao Cha's death is related to the leak of the secret."
"What secret was revealed?"
"The land of China is undergoing great changes. Pindao has set up a magic circle to withstand this catastrophe. Is there any fellow Taoist who can help me?"
Subsequently, a payment QR code was sent out.
“If you are able, please contribute, and if you are unable, just donate some money.”
Zhang Qingfeng's face was dark. This person could not really think that the people in the group were fools.
However, there are quite a few people like this in the group, and there are always people sneaking in from time to time, trying to deceive and defraud some money.
"Fellow Taoist, the golden elixir in my belly has been completed, and I will set up an array at home today to help you."
"The poor monk happened to have a drink with the Buddha in his dream yesterday. Why didn't you tell him about it earlier? That's all. The poor monk went to have a drink with the Buddha today. By the way, he told him about this matter and asked him to help.
"
As expected, the group began to develop in the direction that a self-help group for mental illness should.
Zhang Qingfeng thought about Lao Cha's death and sighed slightly. He had chatted with Lao Cha many times before. He was a very nice person, but he was gone if he said no.
He shook his head slightly and closed the laptop.
Zhang Qingfeng was lying on the bed, thinking about where he could work part-time to earn some money this weekend.
At least I have to pay back Xu Qian's medicine money first.
He grew up in a welfare institution, and he saved little by little for his living expenses and college tuition fees.
Xu Qian and he were high school classmates, and they were even more destined to be in the same class after being admitted to the same university.
So I took good care of him.
Just when he was thinking a lot, suddenly, there was a knock on the dormitory door.
Soon, a counselor wearing a suit walked in. With a smile on his face, the counselor said to the person behind him: "This is Zhang Qingfeng."
Then, the counselor said to Zhang Qingfeng: "Zhang Qingfeng, these two want to consult you on some matters."
When Zhang Qingfeng heard this, he was stunned. He slowly raised his head and looked behind the counselor.
Outside the door, a middle-aged man and a girl followed the counselor.
The middle-aged man was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, with his hands behind his back, a Chinese character face, and some beard.
The girl is about seventeen or eighteen years old, has long hair, is wearing a black tights, and is following behind the middle-aged man.
"Who are you?" Zhang Qingfeng quickly stood up.
"We want to talk to Zhang Qingfeng alone?" The middle-aged man turned back and looked at the counselor.
The counselor smiled and nodded and said, "You guys chat first, just let me know if you have anything."
After the counselor closed the door, the middle-aged man took out an ID and put it on the table: "My name is Hu Lisheng. I want to ask you some questions. I hope you will cooperate."
Zhang Qingfeng lowered his head and looked at the ID.