Before the closure of Dongjiao Mental Hospital at that time, the patients there were transferred to other hospitals in advance to continue receiving treatment. However, when Chu Ping checked the information before, he saw follow-up posts about those transferred patients.
The post said that the patients seemed to have experienced a lot of stimulation before the transfer. Most of the patients were stupid and stupid. Although a few patients did not become stupid, their condition worsened to varying degrees, and they kept mouthing.
He muttered some words that people didn't understand at all.
"Young doctor of psychiatry..." Chu Ping was attracted by such words, "This person seems to be very mysterious. All reports have not mentioned his name."
Chu Ping frowned, "The same is true for Yu Fei. There is no information about him on the Internet. Is there any relationship between the two of them?"
Chu Ping suddenly had a bold guess in his mind.
"They can't be the same person."
Chu Ping was also a little surprised by the sudden idea, and then shook his head, denying his guess.
"The other thing is that the patients there seem to be either stupid or crazy, and they talk nonsense. It's really strange."
There was nothing to say on the way, and Chu Ping quickly returned home.
"Now recharge your batteries and take you to a big dinner tonight."
Chu Ping took out the reddish-brown diary in his arms and showed a sly smile.
With Lao Xie's behavior, it was not a big deal in the first place. Chu Ping concluded that Lao Xie would be released from the police today, so he was not in a hurry at all and would give him a shot when the moon was dark and the wind was high.
Exciting.
Thinking of this, Chu Ping smiled unkindly. At that moment, he seemed to have seen the shivering old man hiding in the corner.
Chu Ping slowly closed his eyes. After the past few days, he suddenly felt a little tired. The moment his head hit the pillow, Chu Ping was like a cat stuck in a pile of cotton.
Smelling the scent around him and feeling the soft touch, it was as if someone was giving him a full-body spa.
"My dear, my technique is quite good."
Breathing like orchid, the weak breath tickled his ears. Chu Ping felt a numbness all over his body, and a blush gradually appeared on his cheeks. The feeling was really subtle.
Just when Chu Ping was addicted to this feeling, he suddenly woke up.
Honey?
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This sentence is a very warm and ambiguous word to others, but in Chu Ping's case, it is the word he least wants to hear, because there is only one person who has been calling him that recently.
"Jiang Qing?"
Chu Ping's whole body was trembling, and he no longer had the same subtle feeling as before.
At this moment, Jiang Qing was leaning over Chu Ping, and her lips were just close to his ear.
Those words just now were exactly what she said.
"My dear, don't you want to see me?"
Jiang Qing said this to Chu Ping in an extremely ambiguous tone, like a girl who was acting coquettishly towards her boyfriend.
But is the person in front of me a girl?
At this time, Jiang Qing was still leaning over Chu Ping, her thin lips were like cherries on the cake, always arousing people's desire to eat.
Chu Ping shook his head and cleared away those unrealistic thoughts.
"Sister, why don't you get off me first and we can have a nice talk."
Jiang Qing's eyebrows were rippled, she glanced at Chu Ping, and then left him with some reluctance.
"Hey, you are such a confused person."
Jiang Qing sighed leisurely, as if Chu Ping was the scumbag who broke her heart.
"Why are you here again?" Chu Ping looked helplessly at this beautiful woman who he couldn't afford to offend, "Didn't you agree to recharge your batteries?"
"I was bored by myself, so I wanted to come and chat with you."
Chu Ping did not refuse. Now he and Jiang Qing had become acquainted. As long as the other party did not go berserk and become terrifying, Chu Ping would not resist chatting with her and talking about his ideals.
"What do you want to talk about?"
Chu Ping still didn't dare to let down his guard. After sitting up, he moved back slightly.
"Don't you want to know what happened between me and that person?"
Jiang Qing's eyes suddenly became dim, and her expression became much lower.
"In no mood."
Chu Ping answered simply.
Jiang Qing glanced at Chu Ping, her eyes seemed to be mixed with some other emotions.
"Hey, forget it if you don't want to. Then just stay here with me for a while. Staying in that book all day is really boring."
Chu Ping originally thought
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Jiang Qing would tell herself some things about her willfully, but to her surprise, the other party would simply let her go.
Jiang Qing seemed to be aware of Chu Ping's thoughts and just smiled gently at him. At that moment, a subtle change seemed to have occurred in Chu Ping's heart.
Chu Ping woke up. This was the first time he had not woken up in terror.
It was already dark, and the dim street lights shone through the windows into the room, making it look particularly dark.
Chu Ping came to the living room and looked at the reddish-brown diary lying on the table. Suddenly, he no longer resisted as before.
Chu Ping took a casual bite of his dinner and hurriedly left home with his diary.
"I worked very hard to get you back to recovery as soon as possible." Chu Ping suddenly felt very tall.
"Young man, this street is too narrow. My car can't get in. You can just walk a few steps inside and you'll be there."
Chu Ping looked at the alley full of debris and had no choice but to get out of the car.
Beicheng District of West China City itself is an old city. Some elderly people live here, and the architectural structures here are also of the style from long ago.
There are no modern high-rise buildings, but rows of low-rise buildings, but they look a bit shabby due to the passage of time.
Because the neighborhood is old, the distance between the two sides of the street is also very narrow. Coupled with the random parking on both sides, this alley ultimately makes it impossible for any vehicle except bicycles to enter.
"No. 310, No. 312, No. 314..."
Chu Ping was looking for his destination among the low and dilapidated buildings, and he had to pay attention to the path under his feet from time to time, for fear of stepping on the wrong foot and falling into a manhole without a tight cover.
"This is it," Chu Ping stopped in front of a building, "No. 328."
Chu Ping reached out and held the unit door. The iron door, which he thought was locked, actually opened so easily.
This is not surprising to Chu Ping. In an old community like this, having a unit door is already very good. As for whether it can play any role in preventing theft and thieves, that is another matter.
There was no light in room 0312, it was pitch black, and you couldn't see the situation inside the room from the outside window.
