"I went to the hospital for a checkup. The hospital said she was suffering from schizophrenia and needed a little bit of treatment. Now, I go to the hospital every week to get medicine. Now she is much stronger than before, and her mind is sometimes clearer.
However, the doctor said that she seemed to have a 'persecution delusion' and always said that we brothers wanted to harm her. Hey, we brothers came all the way to see a doctor for her, how could we possibly harm her?" The separated man sighed pretending to be helpless.
There was a sound.
This guy is quite good at making up stories. Even if the woman says something that contains loopholes, the man can use it as a basis to correct it.
"Don't think too much, just do your best and keep your conscience clear." Zhang Fan followed the words of the separated man.
"Huh? By the way, I heard from the old man that people with mental illness may be obsessed with evil spirits and other things. Didn't you find a master to check it out?" Zhang Fan asked, and then nervously
Then he said, "I haven't seen this with my own eyes. I've heard it from the old man's mouth several times."
"When we were in the village, we looked for many masters, but none of them were good, so we came to the city to seek medical treatment." said the man who was separated.
"So that's the case, then I wish you can take good care of your sister-in-law's illness as soon as possible." Zhang Fan said with a smile.
"Thank you..." The separated man looked at Zhang Fan and smiled.
Afterwards, the man who was separated brought the food from the pot into the room one after another. Zhang Fan looked around and deliberately glanced at the woman sitting in the room with a look of grievance on her face.
Zhang Fan didn't feel anything strange from this room. It seemed that he couldn't find any clues from this room. There were only two places where he could find clues. One was through a conversation with the two of them.
, In addition, Zhang Fan heard from the village chief that the two of them always go to the cemetery in the village. It would be great if they could go to the cemetery today.
Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, Zhang Fan's cell phone rang. Zhang Fan picked up the phone and saw that it was Liu Wenhai calling.
"Hello..." Zhang Fan answered the phone and said.
"Mr. Zhang, are we going back today?" Liu Wenhai asked.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Fan saw the separated man looking at him and said, "I'm not going back. You guys should rest early. I'll contact you then."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang, then we will wait for you at the village chief's house." Liu Wenhai said.
After saying that, the two hung up the phone.
"What's wrong? Brother?" the separated man asked intentionally or unintentionally.
"It's nothing. My friend and I went out to do business. He settled in Pingshan. I came out to pick up the goods, and he asked me if I would go back at night." Zhang Fan said.
"Didn't your goods arrive at nine o'clock? Why didn't you go back?" asked the separated man.
"It's said to arrive at nine o'clock, but it's not necessarily possible to arrive at nine o'clock." Zhang Fan waved his hand, "Besides, I have to unload the truck and so on, so I don't know what time I will be busy."
The separated man glanced at Zhang Fan thoughtfully.
Seeing the look in the separated man's eyes, Zhang Fan rolled his eyes slightly. Looking at the separated man's appearance, it seemed that something happened that night.
Just as Zhang Fan was thinking, the short-haired man ran into the house with a smile on his face, carrying large and small bags, and there was an oil painting hanging on his lips.
"Brother, the village
The roast chicken cooked by the old man is so delicious!" the short-haired man said excitedly.
Zhang Fan looked at the short-haired man, smiled slightly, and asked, "Have you bought a drink?"
"Bought!" As he said that, the short-haired man took out three bottles of liquor from his bag.
Zhang Fan walked over with a happy face, took three bottles of liquor, patted the short-haired man on the shoulder and said, "Okay, let's go have some drinks."
The man with short hair also nodded heavily, while the man with split hair frowned.
Zhang Fan and the short-haired man entered the room with their arms around their necks. The short-haired man put the roast chicken, pig ears, and sausages he bought on the table. The short-haired man took three more cups and placed them on the table.
On the table, just as the wine was being poured.
But, at this moment, the man who was separated said displeasedly, "Second brother, just eat some meat and stop drinking."
"Brother...we've all been depressed for days. Just drink. Don't worry, I won't drink too much." A trace of begging appeared on the short-haired man's face.
Seeing the expression of the short-haired man, the split-headed man couldn't bear it. Indeed, in the past six months since they came here, they rarely ate meat and almost never drank wine. The split-headed man sighed slightly, "Just drink whatever you want today.
But don’t drink too much.”
"Hehe..." The short-haired man laughed excitedly, "Don't worry, brother!"
After saying that, the three glasses were filled with wine. After pouring, the short-haired man took the lead and handed a glass of wine to Zhang Fan.
"Brother, thank you for today. Without you, I'm afraid we wouldn't have had such a sumptuous meal, let alone the wine." The short-haired man said gratefully.
"Stop saying such polite words." Zhang Fan waved his hand, "Here, have a drink!"
Zhang Fan said happily.
"I like to deal with cheerful people!" The short-haired man picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Zhang Fan's.
Zhang Fan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
The short-haired man who only took a sip of the wine was startled when he saw Zhang Fan drain the wine in the cup, and then he also drank the wine in one gulp.
"ah……"
"ah……"
Both of them breathed out a sigh of relief.
Seeing the two of them drinking, the man who had just gone outside to get a stool and was about to enter the house immediately became unhappy.
"Second brother, why are you drinking? I told you to drink less!" the man who was separated said dissatisfied.
"Brother, I just drank this one glass, only three ounces. I usually drink six ounces and it's fine. Don't worry, I don't drink much." The man with the short hair comforted the man with the split hair.
"Actually, it's okay if you drink too much. You guys go to bed after dinner. It's not like I have to wait to pick up the goods. I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Zhang Fan said nonchalantly as he looked at the short-haired man.
"We have something to do tonight." The short-haired man replied subconsciously.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed, and then he asked with a puzzled face, "What's going on this late at night?"
At this time, the man with split hair coughed heavily and glared at the man with short hair.
"Stop talking, stop talking, let's drink!" The short-haired man glanced at the split-headed man with some fear, and looked at Zhang Fan to smooth things over.
"Yes! Drink! Drink!" Zhang Fan quickly answered the question, looking like he was not interested in what they were doing in the evening.
At this time, the separate men sat down with stools and started eating.
"Brother, here you go, drink some too. You haven't had a drink for a long time. This glass of wine is nothing to you." The short-haired man brought the wine glass in front of the split-haired man.