The reborn wife is so good at flirting, Mr. Bo spoils her at his own risk

At this moment, Bo Zhanchen's men had turned the entire villa upside down. They had even studied the original structural drawings of the house, but they still had not found Chen Peipei's whereabouts.

The two big living people seemed to have completely disappeared in the villa area.

Jingran didn't hesitate. After confirming that the person was missing, she decisively called the police.

But because the time between Chen Peipei and the girl was limited, he could not file a case through formal channels.

Jingran cursed out all the curse words she had known in her life.

"When I saw that person coming over, I felt something was wrong. I had clearly rejected the business!" Jingran's eyes were full of reluctance.

When I thought that my friend's whereabouts might be unknown due to my own negligence, an extreme sense of panic spread in my heart.

It felt like someone punched me hard in the heart and set a fire inside.

"Bo Zhanchen, no matter what method I use, I must get Chen Peipei back. Even if I turn this damn place upside down, I will never show mercy!"

Jingran's heart was throbbing when she thought of the little girl who followed her in the group with her older sister and younger sister, especially the images that flashed through her head from time to time, which made her extremely irritable.

She seemed to see a group of children, their pale and bloodless faces flashing in front of her one by one, and some of the pictures were dripping with blood.

Some children had their arms twisted off, some had their internal organs disemboweled, and even some disobedient ones were knocked unconscious with sticks one after another until their skulls were broken...

These scenes seemed to grow out of the depths of her mind, lingering like gangrene in her bones.

Jingran's hands trembled, and the scene in front of her eyes gradually blurred. She instinctively reached out to hold the sofa, and she fell down.

She has obviously never experienced this, but where did these memories come from?

Is it possible...

Jingran had a splitting headache, her whole head felt like it was exploding, and she couldn't help but groan.

"It hurts..."

When Bo Zhanchen heard the noise and turned around, Jingran was already kneeling on the carpet.

The fine wool carpet reduced the impact, and the pain gradually made Jingran's consciousness return.

Her clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and a layer of dense sweat appeared on her forehead.

Jingran looked up weakly at Bo Zhanchen and asked in a hoarse voice: "Bo Zhanchen, have I been here before?"

Bo Zhanchen's expression suddenly shook, but soon his expression returned to normal. He strode to Jingran's side, picked her up from the ground, and hugged her whole body into his arms.

"What are you thinking about? When have you been to this place? I have sent people to check Chen Peipei and that girl. Don't worry, the results will be available soon."

Bo Zhanchen hugged Jingran and walked out without stopping.

"The air in this place is not good, so it's not suitable for you to communicate. If you encounter this kind of project again at work next time, just turn it down if you don't want to take it. If you can't solve it, you can contact Chen Zhao directly."

Bo Zhanchen changed the topic and held Jingran's hand tightly.

He carried Jingran, who was extremely weak, into the car, took off his coat and put it on her body.

Then he turned to face Chen Zhao who was following him and said: "Dig the ground three feet deep to see people alive and bodies dead. Block all those people's ways of leaving the country. Not even a fly is allowed to escape."

When Bo Zhanchen said this, the murderous intent flashing in his eyes was as real as his eyes, and a single glance at Chen Zhao sent chills all over his body.

"Don't worry, boss, I know what to do. It's better to take Miss Jing back first and let Zhou Zhe handle it. Those bastards really deserve to die."

Jingran's unbelievably beautiful face showed a sickly paleness. She bit her lower lip uneasily. She looked like she had been lifted out of the water. She was just huddled in the back seat, curled up. Became a ball.

Bo Zhanchen didn't speak again, turned around, got into the car and closed the door in one movement.

When he rushed to the hospital from the suburbs, Jingran's face was extremely pale, her body was frighteningly cold, and her arms and lips were completely drained of blood.

Bo Zhanchen parked his car directly at the entrance of the emergency room. Zhou Zhe had been waiting here for a long time.

As soon as he saw Jingran, his expression suddenly changed, "What's going on? Wasn't your wife fine two days ago? What happened now?"

"Someone led her to the place where the child abduction and murder case occurred." Bo Zhanchen said concisely and to the point.

Zhou Zhe cursed softly, "C! She needs to be injected with sedatives to stabilize her mood first, and then send her up."

The human brain is like a highly sophisticated instrument.

After the human body witnesses an unforgettable scene that is traumatic enough for the brain, the brain will activate its instinctive self-protection mechanism.

Either forget this memory, or forcibly reverse the memory and rationalize it.

This kind of post-traumatic stress disorder will produce a stress reaction if something goes wrong, and the specific situation will vary from person to person.

And when this memory is hidden, once the old place is revisited, the body's instinctive reaction will stimulate the brain to defend itself.

There are many people who are crazy because of this.

In the single ward upstairs, Jingran was breathing oxygen and leaning on the bed with her eyes closed. Even after being given a shot of sedative, her frown did not loosen.

Bo Zhanchen stood guard outside the ward, while Zhou Zhe took out the results of the last questionnaire.

“There is good news and bad news, which one should you hear first?”

"Is there any good news coming out of your mouth?" Bo Zhanchen raised his eyes coolly.

Zhou Zhe smiled disdainfully, "You are still in the mood to tease me. It seems that your mental state has recovered quite well recently."

"You don't need to worry about my affairs, Jingran." Bo Zhanchen put out the cigarette butt, his eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, making it impossible to figure out his thoughts.

Zhou Zhe answered truthfully: "Judging from the results of the questionnaire, Miss Jing is not a psychopath, and to a certain extent, she has empathy and empathy far beyond ordinary people. This shows that he is a mentally ill person." Delicate and sensitive.”

Bo Zhanchen said nothing.

"And the bad news is that Jingran may have the potential for schizophrenia. She can give the same answers to some completely contradictory questions. She even has a certain degree of self-destructive tendencies."

Zhou Zhe directly handed the final result to Bo Zhanchen.

Hearing this result, Bo Zhanchen frowned in surprise and asked, "So?"

"So her reaction is completely different from conventional post-traumatic disorder." Zhou Zhe looked at Jingran through the glass window on the door with a complex expression.

"Bo Zhanchen, are you really sure that Jingran has not experienced anything that you don't know about? For example, she might have died once?"