Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

Uncle Liu sat next to He Kaiyan. Although he didn't know how long He Kaiyan needed to rest, he didn't play with his phone, but looked out the window.

He Kaiyan suddenly became a little curious. If he needed to wait for a while, he would definitely choose to use electronic devices to pass the time.

Is there anything more attractive outside the window than a cell phone?

He followed Uncle Liu's gaze, but saw only a very ordinary scene.

It was raining outside, and the colorful garden seemed to be covered with a thin gray cloth, and the fountain was turned off.

This scene is really not aesthetically pleasing at all. It can even be said that it makes people feel depressed after seeing it.

"Um..." He Kaiyan tried to speak, "I've rested well."

"Okay, do you mind if I record it with my phone?" Uncle Liu asked kindly, "If not, I'll use this."

He held up a small object. It was a notebook no bigger than a palm, but it had obviously been used for a long time.

He Kaiyan was a little surprised, not because Uncle Liu carried an old notebook with him, but because Uncle Liu was different from most of the police officers he had met.

He was naturally in awe of the police, but Uncle Liu's attitude was very calm and approachable, as if he and He Kaiyan were just friends.

"It's okay, you can just use your phone."

He Kaiyan told the story slowly and mixed up the teaching accident at school with his parents' business trip, weaving a nearly perfect excuse for coming to Jiayun.

He concealed the strange things that happened to him on the train, saying only that the train was delayed due to weather conditions. He then took a taxi and called the police, where he met a woman who claimed to be He's mother.

He didn't speak for very long, but Uncle Liu wrote something in his notebook almost every time he heard a sentence.

The atmosphere between the two gradually became serious. He Kaiyan unconsciously sped up his story and almost told the story of how he escaped from the hospital last night.

"Well, that's all." He Kaiyan said nervously, "According to the hospital, I might be under too much stress and have symptoms of memory confusion, so I can't recognize my family."

Hearing this, Uncle Liu slammed his notebook shut.

He shook his head first, then said seriously, "No, I don't think you have a psychological or mental illness. I have come across many patients with this condition before, and judging from your language logic and narration, you have nothing in common with them."

He Kaiyan naturally didn't think that he was mentally ill. He said this just to test Uncle Liu's attitude.

If Uncle Liu, like everyone else, believed that he was a liar or a lunatic, he would play along and pretend that he was in a rebellious phase and would not seek their help again.

After returning to the He family, He Kaiyan believed that he could think of a solution.

But he was not. His tone was so firm that he was even more certain of this fact than He Kaiyan himself.

"Besides, you have the medical examination report from the hospital, right? Open it and take a look. I believe the hospital has the same idea as I do." Uncle Liu encouraged him with a smile.

He Kaiyan almost forgot that he still had a medical examination report sent by Xiaojie in his hand.

He couldn't wait to open the sealed bag. The scales and diagnostic results inside were very thick, almost as thick as a middle school textbook.