Ace Sniper: My Husband Gets Down

"When he went to Dr. Zhou's office, was there anything unusual?" Zong Mingzhe asked.

Li Qinghui shook his head, "No."

"What about when we leave?" Zong Mingzhe asked again.

Li Qinghui recalled the situation at that time, "Ah! I called him a few times at that time, logically speaking, he should have heard clearly from upstairs to downstairs, but he didn't give me any response... Didn't even look up in my direction."

Zong Mingzhe frowned when he heard this, for Ren Fengquan, this situation was quite abnormal.

That is to say, this abnormal point should be after he went to Zhou Mengli's office.

Zong Mingzhe immediately contacted the people in the technical department and asked them to immediately check Ren Fengquan's communicator records and personal communication device records during that time, as well as various records related to Zhou Mengli.

"We really want to go to Zhou Mengli's." After Zong Mingzhe finished speaking, he pushed Feng Xuelan towards the medical building.

Li Qinghui hurriedly followed them back to the medical building.

When they came to Zhou Mengli's office, Zhou Mengli was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"Why... is there any news about Fengquan?" Zhou Mengli felt that something bad had happened when Zong Mingzhe came over in person.

"Doctor Zhou, this matter is related to Fengquan, but it's definitely not the kind of thing you imagined." Zong Mingzhe asked Zhou Mengli to sit down, and he told her the details of the matter, and there were still some things to confirm with her.

Li Qinghui didn't know what was going on, so he also stood aside and listened carefully.

Feng Xuelan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, wanted to take this opportunity to see if there was anything in this office that could suddenly arouse the hatred in Ren Fengquan's heart.

She pushed her wheelchair and carefully looked at everything in this office, feeling as if something was struggling to emerge from the depths of her mind.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, a little suffocating, and even a little... frightening.

Feng Xuelan thinks that this may be because she didn't like these so-called "psychiatrists" when she was in Daylight of Tomorrow, and she didn't like this kind of space that belonged to those people.

Compared with the environment in tomorrow's day, Zhou Mengli's place looks much warmer.There are some things that girls like, picture frames and photos.

However, Feng Xuelan remembered that in the day of tomorrow, there were some green plants and even beautiful flowers in the room pretendingly.

What kind of flower is it?

Unlike the things she saw in the greenhouse that would be made into eternal flowers...

It is bright red, and the delicate petals look very attractive.She wanted to reach out and take the flower and tear off the petals one by one.

piece by piece...

"Xuelan, Xuelan?"

A familiar voice rang in his ears, Feng Xuelan suddenly came back to his senses, and turned around to see Zong Mingzhe's surprised and worried expression.

"What's the matter? Have you finished asking?"

It's fast enough, she hasn't finished the office yet.

What's with his expression?It's like seeing a ghost...

"Xuelan, give me the thing in your hand." Zong Mingzhe cautiously extended his hand to her.

in hand?
Feng Xuelan couldn't remember what she took...

But when she looked down, she scared herself too.

She was holding a fruit knife tightly!

"Xuelan, give me that quickly." Zong Mingzhe's voice revealed more worry.

Feng Xuelan hurriedly grabbed the tip of the knife, passed the handle, and handed the fruit knife to Zong Mingzhe, then frowned and said, "Why don't I know when I took this thing?"

She turned her head to look at Li Qinghui and Zhou Mengli, and found that their faces were rather ugly.

Zong Mingzhe put away the fruit knife, knelt down and asked Feng Xuelan in a calm and gentle voice, "What did you see just now?"

Looking back, Feng Xuelan didn't seem to see anything specific.

Zhou Mengli gritted her teeth, walked over, squatted down, and said to Feng Xuelan, "Tell me everything you saw and thought about just now."

Feng Xuelan looked around and said, "I was just thinking that this place is different from the psychological research place I saw in the day of tomorrow. Then I remembered that there seemed to be some flowers there, red ones... …petal……"

After saying this, Feng Xuelan's gaze fell somewhere nearby.

Zhou Mengli immediately followed her gaze, and saw that she was looking at the room next to her that was specially used for psychotherapy.

Compared with this office, it should be regarded as a more typical "psychological consultation room".

Zhou Mengli got up and went over, and pushed open the door over there, so that Feng Xuelan could see more clearly.

Feng Xuelan pushed the wheelchair over almost involuntarily, seeing the reclining chair, the single sofa, the lamp in the corner, and the paintings on the wall...

Many memories that did not seem to belong to her nor to the previous Feng Xuelan suddenly flashed in her mind.

Feng Xuelan wanted to grasp these memories, she closely compared her eyes, tried to calm herself down, distinguish those images from the chaos, and make those images clearer.

What appeared in front of her was Nard, not the Nard who had been crippled by her, but the former Nard who she hated so much but could not resist.

Nard was talking to someone, and while talking, they looked this way from time to time.

Who is the other person?

That face looked very strange, she didn't recognize it, she had never seen it before.

How can it be?Her memory is very good, but she will never forget anyone she has met.This is something she is proud of and should never go wrong.

But that person was standing not far from her, talking words that she couldn't understand, how could she forget such a strange person?
He came over and said something to her in poor language...

Nasty guy!Get away!
Did he hear her voice?That person left, and Nald came over instead.

What did Nard say to her?
She couldn't hear clearly, couldn't remember.

Flowers, red ones, kill...whom?

"Xuelan, Xuelan?"

It's that gentle voice again...

The picture in front of Feng Xuelan suddenly stopped, she seemed to be in a dream, and then suddenly woke up.

"Ah... Mingzhe..."

Seeing Zong Mingzhe's face, Feng Xuelan seemed to have returned to the reality here.She couldn't help but reached out and touched Zong Mingzhe's cheek, her heart was relieved.

Here is real, Zong Mingzhe is real.

Feng Xuelan didn't know what was going on with her sudden anomaly, and she didn't know what was going on with those inexplicable clips she saw just now.