This psychologist is weird

Chapter 130 Phone
"Retreat slowly."

Listening to the report of the investigator holding the door,
A group of investigators became more and more vigilant, each vigilant in every direction,

Holding the gun in his hand, Liang Zhi stared at the slightly open door, and whispered something to the investigator.

Chen Lun stood quietly, but his eyes were calm and fell in front of him.

The scene by the door in front of him naturally fell into Chen Lun's eyes.
The investigator holding the door listened to the instructions, still holding the door with his hands, got up from the door,

Then turn sideways, first straighten your hands, and move your whole body back,

Moved back, and then slowly let go of the hand holding the door,
The door of the house followed, and slowly opened outwards,

A figure leaning against the door, following the open door, following the light from the room,

Lying on his back, he fell on the threshold of the house door, half of his body was still in the room, and his upper body was lying at the feet of the investigators.

The figure that fell in front of the crowd was a man in his thirties.

Lying on his back, his eyes were tightly closed, his face was a little painful and grim, and he fell to the ground, twisted and trembling,

Next to him, there was a mobile phone.

"This sleep is too sound... Hey, it looks familiar."

Rao Chang, who was standing next to Chen Lun, looked at the man lying on the ground, and said in admiration.

"This is the teacher who came with me."

Professor Zhu, who was standing next to him, said aloud.

Chen Lun's gaze was calm, but it fell on the figure that fell to the ground as the door opened. It seemed that there were just a few grains of dust on the ground, which happened to be reflected in his eyes along with other things.

This figure fell to the ground, his limbs twisted constantly, his whole body was trembling, and he was in pain. His eyes were closed tightly. The ends of his limbs had some obvious distortions. The skin seemed to be hardened and changed color. something like a bone spur,
The mouth seemed to be opening and closing, and some indistinct ravings were murmured repeatedly in the mouth.

"Professors, please don't come forward."

"Wear protection, contain, report. Sound the alarm."

Liang Zhizai, the leader of the investigation team, turned his head and said something to Professor Zhu.

Turning back again, looking at the figure that fell by the door, his eyes stopped at the position where the limbs of the figure were deformed, and then gave instructions to the other investigators,
When other investigators heard the sound, they quickly took out a pair of earplugs and a pair of special glasses from the pockets of their clothes.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Rao."

After quickly putting on earplugs and glasses, an investigator stepped back and pushed Professor Zhu away from the door.
Two investigators stepped forward, using restraint belts and face hoops, restraining the figure lying down by the door in an unconscious state,
Liang Zhizai also took out some earplugs and some special glasses that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

The earplugs Chen Lun and others have used before can isolate the surrounding sound.

At the same time, the radio device and pronunciation device attached to the earplugs can gather voices in a small area, transmit them back to the rear for similar 'desensitization' processing, and then transmit them to the earplugs worn by other people on the scene.
So as to realize the basic communication function, so as to avoid the strange things and transmission channels such as voice and voice.

For the special glasses, the upper part of the lens is completely opaque, and the lower part uses a special filter to filter out most of the colors, while still having a certain degree of blur, so as to avoid as much as possible the "direct looking" eyesight. As' the tricky way of transmission.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on Liang Zhizai, and he reached out to take it.
Raise your hand, put on your earplugs, put on your glasses,
The scene in front of him became gray and blurred, and the surroundings became even more dead silent.

Chen Lun was just calm and stood quietly.

Next to him, Rao Chang took earplugs and glasses, fiddled with them back and forth, and then put them on.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Rao, we will enter the house."

Liang Zhizai put on the earplugs and glasses, turned his head, greeted Chen Lun and the two, and at the same time verified whether the earplugs were normal.

"let's go……"

Rao Chang nodded his head, answered, and raised his head again, wondering what he was thinking about.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and he fell in front of him, just nodded, without saying a word.

Liang Zhizai and the other investigators turned around, walked into the room through the open door, keeping an eye on their surroundings.

Chen Lun moved his feet and walked towards the house at basically the same pace, as if it was just a normal walk.

Rao Chang beside him also followed closely.

A group of investigators walked into the living room,
He stopped again and looked around.

Rao Chang turned his head back and forth, as if looking around with great interest.

Chen Lun stopped, just stood quietly, his eyes fell in front of him, and the scene in front of him came into view.

In the living room, the lights were on and the curtains were half-closed.

Under the lamp, there is a coffee table, behind the coffee table is a sofa,
Next to the sofa, there is an old floor fan.

On the TV cabinet against the wall, there is a TV.

The TV screen was on, but there was no sound coming out. I hadn't heard any sound when I was outside the house and didn't wear earplugs.

The old pedestal fan shook slightly, turned its head, and was turning the blades back and forth.

In front of the sofa, leaning against the coffee table, there was a figure kneeling on the ground, with his head lowered, quietly watching the sofa,
On the sofa lay a younger figure, a young man, even a boy, with a childish face,

With a calm face and closed eyes, he lay quietly on the sofa, already dead.

He was wearing clean and tidy clothes, the corners of which had been smoothed out.

The figure kneeling and squatting in front of the young man on the sofa lowered his head, looking at the young boy lying on the sofa,
He kept wiping the boy's already flat clothes with his hands.

On the TV, the screen changed some light, reflected on the back of the figure squatting in front of the sofa,
Slightly shaking, the electric fan turning its head back and forth, from time to time, blows some wind towards the figure kneeling and squatting in front of the sofa, the quiet young man lying on the sofa with his eyes closed,

Disturbing the skirt of the figure in front of the sofa, and the hair of the young man lying quietly on the sofa.

With a calm face, Chen Lun's eyes fell on the young man on the sofa and the figure with his head bowed in front of the sofa.

"...According to the photos I found before, the middle-aged man in front of the sofa is the professor of psychology, Qi Lu. Lying on the sofa, it should be his son, Qi An."

Some investigators looked at the young figure and the middle-aged figure in front of the sofa, and said aloud,
A voice with a mechanical voice sounded in the earplugs of a group of people.

Professor Qi, who was kneeling in front of the sofa, seemed unaware that there were more figures in the room.

He just knelt and squatted in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, facing his son who was lying on the sofa quietly, lowered his head, and smoothed the wrinkles on his son's body.

Chen Lun's face was still calm, his eyes just fell in front of him.

Next to Professor Qi, who was kneeling and squatting in front of the sofa, there was a blank piece of paper, which seemed to have been wrapped with medicine.
Behind Professor Na Qi, on the coffee table, there is something like a diary,
The notebook was spread out, and it fell on the coffee table in a mess.

Liang Zhi was waiting for others to be a little more careful, and then moved his feet, moving closer to the coffee table.

Chen Lun also moved his feet and moved forward.

The handwriting on the open notebook fell into Chen Lun's eyes,

"...The 67th day of the second season, sunny.

The weather is nice, take the kids out for a walk.

The child said that he was in a better mood these days, and asked me if I could take less medicine these two days, and I agreed. "

The handwriting fell into the eyes, and other investigators were either watching or wary of Professor Qi squatting in front of the sofa.

And at this time,
"Buzz...buzz..."

The phone in Chen Lun's pocket vibrated.

At the same time, the screens of the communicators in the pockets of other investigators also lit up.

(End of this chapter)