Criminal Investigation Notes

A week later, at three o'clock in the afternoon, there was a soothing song playing in the Yuqing Psychological Clinic.

Fang Jiayue was lying on the hospital bed. She had just finished her second treatment.

This time she was much calmer and more familiar, not so nervous.

An Yuci was making medical records at the side, the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a slight rustling sound, which was very pleasing to the ear.

Fang Jiayue opened her eyes and listened to the music. She felt like an ignorant deer, or a child who had just learned to understand. All the troubles gradually went away from her.

Since the last consultation with Dr. An, she started taking medicine, and she felt much calmer, and she also began to work hard to regulate her mood.

In this small consulting room, she can not think about things that upset and bore her, like a snail hiding in its own shell.

She can confidently and boldly confide in the depression in her heart.

She has gradually fallen in love with the feeling of diagnosis and treatment.

Fang Jiayue looked at the galaxy on the ceiling, each dot was a star, and those stars were scattered in the universe, it was impossible to count how many there were.She couldn't figure out which dot was the earth. Even the planet where humans live is so small, so what about everyone?Is it so tiny that it looks like dust?

After An Yuci finished recording, she asked again: "Are you used to taking those medicines?"

He has now prescribed two medicines to Fang Jiayue, a western medicine Fuminsa maleate, which is mainly used for depression, and a sweet dream oral liquid, which can help sleep.

Fang Jiayue whispered: "Well, I slept better. Also, taking the medicine will make me feel happy. It's a very happy, happy feeling..."

It's like going back to her childhood, her parents are by her side, and all those troubles are gone.

Fang Jiayue felt like there was a switch in her mind that could control happiness. Every time she took the medicine, she would feel happier. Once she stopped taking the medicine, that happiness would be lost.

She wondered why there were drugs that did this.

"These drugs will stimulate the nerves in the brain and have a controlling effect. You can't stop the drugs casually. If you stop the drugs, your condition will recur." An Yuci asked again, "Then about my suggestion to let you go to boarding school last time , how did you discuss with your mother?"

Fang Jiayue said: "My mother said that I am just in the third year of junior high school and have not yet graduated from junior high school. If I transfer to another school, I will need to spend a lot of money. She said that she will work hard to let me go to a boarding high school next year."

An Yuci paused his hands and sighed silently. Now that Fang Jiayue is about to enter the third year of junior high school, it is indeed not easy to transfer schools at this time.Regarding the things in life, this kind of stepfather-daughter relationship seems to be temporarily unresolved.

Fang Jiayue blinked: "Doctor An, I'm on summer vacation recently, and I'm at home every day. My mother works as a cleaning helper in a small hotel outside. She's often away. I'm afraid to be alone with Zhang Fumin..."

She was really scared, her voice trembled.

Fang Jiayue has also reached the age of first love, the more sensible she is, the more she knows something, the more she is afraid. She always feels like a tight string.Facing Zhang Fumin who was like a mountain, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness and fear.

She seemed to be standing in front of a volcano that could erupt at any time, feeling that she would be in danger at any time.

As long as she thought of the way the man looked at her, and the hand he stretched out to him, she would feel sick.

"Then are you interested in calling your mother together for a family counseling?" An Yuci suggested, he felt that it might be helpful to chat with the girl's mother, and more measures could be taken.

Fang Jiayue shook her head: "Forget it, my mother... hasn't studied for a few years, so it might be a little difficult to communicate."

An Yuci suggested: "You should wear more clothes in front of your stepfather, don't talk back to him, avoid direct contact with him, and try to avoid being alone with him." Having said that, he said, "I'll give you Please leave a mobile phone number, if you encounter problems, you can contact me."

Fang Jiayue took out her mobile phone, and An Yuci gave her a number.The girl typed it in and said, "Thank you, Dr. An."

There are still many good people in this world. The policeman gave her a business card last time, and Fang Jiayue stored it in her phone. Now she has Dr. An's phone number stored in it again, and she feels much safer.

An Yuci told her again: "Our rule is that patients are not allowed to contact patients privately during non-working hours, so you have to keep it secret."

It is difficult for psychological counselors to control the distance between them and patients. After many patients become dependent on the counselor, they will misread their feelings as love or other feelings, resulting in unnecessary entanglement.

Moreover, among those mentally abnormal people, many of them are invisible lunatics. They will do shocking and unreasonable things at any time, and even threaten the lives of those counselors, so many psychological counselors will choose to work with patients. Private life distanced.

But An Yuci believes that those patients do not live in a vacuum, and that only treatment in the consulting room cannot solve the problem without a deep understanding of the patients. He will do his best to help those people.

Fang Jiayue hummed, wrote down the number and marked it as Ann, and this name was listed first in her mobile phone address book.

"Last week, I picked up a bird that hit the glass." An Yuci suddenly said to the girl, "At that time, everyone thought it might be hopeless, but I brought it home , gave it water, and fed it a little bit of bird food. At the beginning, it was basically unconscious. After two days, it began to respond, blinking, and whispering. Now, a week has passed, although It can't fly yet, but it can eat by itself."

An Yuci happily shared her experience with her.

Fang Jiayue was engrossed in listening, and her eyes longed: "That's great..."

"So, you'll be fine too." Dr. An said to her with a smile, "Today's treatment is over."

Fang Jiayue got up from the seat, still reluctant to part with her.She clenched her phone tightly and walked out of the consulting room.

When the door of the consulting room was closed, An Yuci took out his mobile phone from the drawer, opened it and looked at the uploaded information.

He was browsing, and suddenly an answer sheet came into his sight, and he sent it to the group: "Contact this person."

Someone in the group immediately replied "Yes".

Then An Yuci put down his phone, he inadvertently looked at the table, there were two small black things on it, An Yuci got up and chased them out: "Fang Jiayue, you forgot your hair tie."

Fang Jiayue and her mother had just finished taking the medicine for this week, when she remembered that her hair had grown a bit recently, so she had a little braid on one side, and just now, because she was lying on the medical chair, her hair was in the way, so she took off the hair tie .

She turned her head and took the hair rope from Dr. An's hand. His hand was warm.

Then An Yuci smiled and waved at her: "See you next week."

Fang Jiayue whispered, "Goodbye, Dr. An."

Liao Qinghe was already waiting for her outside the door. Seeing her come out, she stood up. She asked Fang Jiayue, "Was that doctor who saw you just now? Why is it a male doctor? You are still so young?"

She believed that Fang Jiayue's psychology had something to do with Zhang Fumin, and it was obviously more suitable for a female doctor to listen to those difficult things.

Moreover, she felt that An Yuci was too young, so he must not have the experience of an old doctor. It was inappropriate for Liao Qinghe to arrange a young and handsome male doctor for the little girl.

Fang Jiayue said with a cold face, "Doctor An is very good."

Liao Qinghe pressed her: "What did the doctor tell you? Did they tell you when you will be well?"

"Mom, I'm depressed, and it's not easy to get better." Fang Jiayue walked in front, and the good mood of the conversation just now was greatly reduced by her questions.

Ever since Fang Jiayue ran away from home last time, Zhang Fumin seemed to be scared recently and restrained himself a little, while Liao Qinghe seemed to have forgotten those dangerous things.

Carrying her bag, she followed Fang Jiayue, babbling about that although the consultation was free, the medicines were very expensive.

Liao Qinghe also said that she didn't think Fang Jiayue had any serious problems. Sometimes she couldn't think about it, but she became emotional. The side effects of taking medicine might be even greater. She is still so young, so she is used to what to do.

Liao Qinghe also reminded Fang Jiayue not to let her classmates and teachers at school know, otherwise they would discriminate against her and treat her as a lunatic.

Liao Qinghe didn't pay much attention to depression, didn't understand it, but was afraid, which made Fang Jiayue feel a little irritable.

These daily trivial nagging almost offset the effect of that hour of diagnosis and treatment.

Fang Jiayue felt a little unworthy for Dr. An. As a doctor, he didn't charge a single consultation fee. He was just a stranger who met her by chance, but he wanted to cure her.

But Liao Qinghe, as her biological mother, always wanted to push her into the abyss.

Listening to Liao Qinghe's chatter, Fang Jiayue finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and interrupted her mother: "Mom, I'm just sick, and the root cause of my illness is Zhang Fumin. If you say that about me, why don't you take care of your husband."

After saying this, she turned and walked quickly.If she could, she would abandon her mother, her stepfather, and the whole world.

In the Nancheng City Bureau, it is already five o'clock in the afternoon, and several members of the serious crime team are working overtime. This week, Xia Mingxi has added detailed comments to all the previous cases, and marked all the doubts , and then hit the record back to each branch.

Qu Ming was in charge of sending a personal profile to that website. He was afraid that he would not be able to attract the attention of the other party, so he forged two other profiles and uploaded them.

Qu Ming conducted research on each of the above questions, including the depression he wanted to express, and racked his brains to let people see that this is a person who has a psychological problem and is asking for help.

But the other party has never contacted him.

Several people in the group were discussing and coming up with ideas in a hurry, Lu Junchi walked into the office, followed by Su Hui.

During this period of time, the team members were used to Captain Lu and Advisor Su being inseparable.

Qu Ming said: "Captain Lu, that... I haven't received a reply from the other party yet."

Lu Junchi said: "Don't bother, we have already contacted the sleeper."

"We got in touch?" Qiao Ze raised his head curiously and asked, "How did you get in touch?"

Lu Junchi briefly introduced: "Teacher Su uploaded an answer."

Qu Ming hurried over and said, "Let me see what Teacher Su has filled in!"

Lu Junchi looked at Su Hui, Su Hui didn't reject him, and gave them the phone. Qu Ming couldn't figure it out after seeing it: "It doesn't look like it's calm... There's no sign of depression at all, why did they get in touch ?”

But it turned out that the other bait they prepared didn't catch any fish, but Su's return to this side succeeded.

At first, Lu Junchi also thought it was metaphysics or a coincidence, but later he read all the content sent by Su Hui together, and felt that what Su Hui said was right.

He also couldn't tell the difference between this answer and the one prepared by Qu Ming, but he felt that every one of them was touched when he read it, and his chest was full of panic.

In comparison, what Qu Ming posted earlier was indeed a bit sad on the surface.

Probably this is the world in which depressed people live, and those who have entered it or those who understand psychology can tell it at a glance.People standing outside couldn't see any more clues.

Qiao Ze also picked it up and looked at it, and his admiration for Su Hui increased: "Anyway, it's a good thing that the fish is hooked. Is the other party a man or a woman? When is the date to meet?"

Lu Junchi said: "The other party called. It's a woman. She used a protected number. The number displayed on the phone is a blocked number. The appointment is at the 7-11 convenience store next to the city garden at ten o'clock tonight."

Qiao Ze glanced at it and knew that the phone number was encrypted. No wonder the other party's call records could not find out the abnormal number. It looked like a harassing call that was displayed immediately.

Several people here in the city garden know that it is located in the south center of Huadu, not too far from the main office. It is next to an office building. It is overcrowded during the day, but it is much quieter at night.The 7-11 convenience store over there is relatively large, with a full [-] square meters, and a row of transparent floor-to-ceiling windows.

Lu Junchi knew that it was because Lu Haochu worked in that shop before as a work-study program.Lu Junchi drove him twice, and every time he passed by, he felt that it was very quiet there.So the other party proposed to meet there, and he agreed.

Qiao Ze asked: "Then what shall we arrange for the evening?"

Several people finished watching and returned the phone to Su Hui. Su Hui sat quietly with his eyelashes downcast, waiting for Lu Junchi to make a decision.

Lu Junchi made arrangements: "We installed a monitor on Mr. Su and asked him to meet with him. Others ambushed and set up defenses outside."