Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3324 Forensic Master, please arrest (9)

  It looks a bit old, with wrinkles appearing on the corners and corners, and the color is also ancient light yellow. It should have been left for a few years.

   is a photo album.

She sat at the table and opened the photo album. The orange light of the desk lamp fell down with a bit of warmth, reflecting the photo above, and a ray of light quietly hit the tall bridge of the woman’s nose. Long eyelashes hang down to give a sense of shadow.

  There are a lot of photos in the album, basically the original owner’s family, and a few with relatives and friends.

  There will often be a group of young couples above, smiling gently and lovingly, who seem to be the parents of the original owner.

  Dye Bai turned the album page by page, with a cold whiteness on his side, accidentally caught a photo of the original owner's parents with another tall man, and a little boy, and the original owner and his sister were standing in front of their parents.

  The little boy looked at the camera. He was very young and immature, holding the hand of a tall man, who was wearing a black wrist watch.

  Maybe it is a friend or something.

Dye Bai turned another page until the whole album was turned over. She closed the album, with her arms slightly bent against the tabletop, her slender hands folded against her white forehead, her eyes closed, silently remembering that she had just watched it. All the pictures.

  There were countless faces in my mind.

  In the absence of any memory.

maybe.

   will come in handy in the future.

  The next day,

  Early morning,

  The sun pierced through the clouds and shattered the light golden light. In summer, the clouds were rolling and the wind was gentle.

  A plane dived high in the sky, and finally landed on the airport.

  In the airport,

  The reminder sound belonging to the flight is repeating, and pedestrians pass by and hurry over.

  A young girl walked from the airport, not hurriedly or slowly, elegant and picturesque. In this bustling and bustling 21st century, there is a rare sense of tranquility and far-reaching indifference.

  Fengqian lady, azure cheongsam, with a stand-up collar around the neck, slender and white, waist slender and beautiful, the hem of the cheongsam swaying slightly with light steps, elegant and elegant.

  Should be a cheongsam beauty who emerged from the painting of Misty Rain in the South of the Yangtze River in March, with a gentle and jade-like atmosphere everywhere, she is a real lady of everyone.

  The girl is slim and picturesque, and she has been walking outside the airport.

  "Miss." The butler who was waiting for the pick-up at the airport saw the slender figure with a smile on his face, stepped forward, and took the suitcase from Bai You.

  Bai You nods slightly, knowing the book and giving gifts.

  The butler said: "Mr. is waiting for you outside the airport."

  Bai You said yes, with a clear voice.

  Outside the airport,

  A black low-key luxury car was parked, the window ajar, revealing the man's fortitude and sharp side face.

   "Father." The girl stepped forward and called out softly, her tone of voice was very comfortable.

  The man is in his forties, with a calm and sharp temperament. After hearing the voice, he glanced at the girl with a gentle expression, "Get in the car."

  He asked: "Will you return home this time?"

  The butler opened the door and stood on the side. Bai You got into the car, sitting down with her white fingers stroking the cheongsam. His every move was the elegant temperament cultivated since childhood. He replied with a warm voice, "I will transfer my career to China."

  The man nodded.

  The car drove all the way to the private villa. The door was opened. Bai You got out of the car in a hurry and stood there waiting for his father to get down. Then he entered the villa with the man.

  ...

the other side,

  In front of a psychology clinic.

  Today is the weekend, I did not go to the police station, but came here in clean and cold clothes.

   is because of a call.

  The original owner has a mental illness, and there is a psychiatrist who can help the original owner all the time.

  It’s not hard to guess things like this. Combined with the experience of the original owner, it’s easy to get involved with things ten years ago.

"Miss Song." In the studio, a man of about 30 years old wore a doctor's white coat, well-dressed, and temperamental. As a psychologist, he did give people a comfortable atmosphere that was easy to take off guard. .

  When he saw the cold figure coming in, he said hello.

  Qi Yibo.

  The white-dyed gaze crossed the man's badge pinned above the pocket of the white coat, and then sat calmly on the chair, "Doctor Qi."

  "How are you feeling these days." As the relationship between the doctor and the patient, Qi Yibo asked with a smile.

   "Fine."

  "Do you feel any discomfort."

"Um."

  Qi Yibo asked a lot of questions, and all of Ranbai answered in a brief and concise manner.

  The doctor was taking notes with a pen. The tip of the pen paused, and he looked up at the forensic doctor. His eyes were friendly and a joke: "I haven't seen you for a week, you seem to have changed."

  Dyeing white to look at him, the pupils in his eyes are extremely dark.

   "But it doesn't seem to have changed." Qi Yibo muttered to himself and added the next sentence, while making notes while asking: "Is there anything around me lately?"

   "Nothing big." The woman said coldly, "Does the decree count?"

Qi Yibo pressed his eyebrows reluctantly, and got used to the attitude of forensic medicine, with a relaxed tone: "You have recovered well in recent years, much better than in previous years. Although the medicine I gave you does not need to be taken every day, it still needs to be taken. Remember to eat."

  "Have you finished eating." Qi Yibo glanced at her, "Need me to give you some more?"

  Dyeing white nods.

  Qi Yibo said yes.

  Ranbai has not been in the psychology clinic for a long time. She also cooperated with all those who should cooperate, and then left with the medicine.

  The forensic doctor walked out of the office, closed the door strictly, and when he turned around, his sight happened to hit the figure walking out of the opposite office.

The figure is tall, slender and superior. The doctor’s white coat fits perfectly and is very abstinent. The eyes are narrow and black under the broken ink hair. The thin lips are half-curved. There is a kind of gentle and handsome temperament. Too much like a doctor.

  When he turned his eyes slightly, his face was deep, and he was very noble.

  After seeing the whitening, he nodded slightly, and then walked in another direction.

  Ranbai left the psychology clinic, she glanced down at the time on her watch.

  There is one thing that needs to be done tonight.

  Nine o'clock in the morning.

  The dazzling white sunlight pierced through the clouds and dropped through the cracks of the branches and leaves, bathing the psychology clinic in the sun.

  "Brother! You should come back. My father is gone, but he still misses you very much." In the psychiatrist's office, a man stood in front of his desk, looking at the figure in front of him, and persuaded him.

  Wen Heng leaned against the back of the chair, her white coat was lined with abstinence, her slender fingers played with a black pen, and her complexion was very white.

   Listening to Wen Chen's words as she lowered her eyes slightly, poking the yuppie arc lightly under the bridge of her nose, and didn't take the words to heart. His tone was a little mocking: "Get out when you're finished."

  Sunlight in midsummer came in, outlines his profile, three-dimensionally handsome, like a mixed race, and there is no temperature.

  Wen Chen's face became stiff, he stared at Wen Heng, and slowly said: "Brother, why bother."

  (End of this chapter)