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Before Ye Chuyang left the nursing home, Dean Qi kept him, hurriedly asked his assistant to bring a document, and handed it to Ye Chuyang, saying: "Xiaoye, these are some documents I found yesterday, you can see if they are right. Are you of any use?"

Ye Chuyang took it, and saw the black-and-white title of the material at a glance: "Proxy fake disease?"

Dean Qi: "Two days ago you said that you suspected that Zhong Ling had a family medical history. This sentence reminded me. I focused on collecting some information about Zhong Ling's mother, Fang Yu, and found that her behavior fits this kind of behavior very well. Psychotic symptoms."

Jiang Ying stood beside Ye Chuyang, looked at the information in Ye Chuyang's hand, and asked, "What kind of disease is this?"

Ye Chuyang scanned the ten lines at a glance, and quickly summarized: "It is a rare mental disorder. The patient is usually the mother, and the victim is usually her children. People who suffer from this disease will hurt their own children and make them sick on purpose. Or hurt them, and then take them around to seek medical treatment and win the sympathy and attention of others, and patients will find their own value in this way. Build their own value on the child's pain."

Jiang Ying reached out and flicked the paper lightly, and said with a smile, "Isn't this about Zhong Ling and Fang Yu?"

At this moment, scenes of unreal and real pictures flashed in Ye Chuyang's mind——

Zhong Ling was lying on the floor of the house with bruises all over her body, her body was covered with blood holes...

Zhong Ling was tied up in a sack with several cats, struggling in the dark attic...

Zhong Ling knelt in the hospital lobby crying and begging Anton to keep her child...

Zhong Ling lay on the hospital bed and watched in despair as Liu Yan took away the fetus and uterus from her body...

Zhong Ling shouted hysterically: You are all hurting me, how far are you going to push me...

Zhong Ling said apologetically: I wanted to be a kind person, but I couldn't...

Ye Chuyang finally understood that the fire was not set by Zhong Ling, Zhong Ling did not intend to kill her parents, and it was not her intention to poison Liu Yan to death, Zhong Ling was an innocent victim from the beginning to the end...

Ye Chuyang suddenly felt exhausted, he slowly squatted down, put his hands on his forehead and let out a long sigh.

Jiang Ying knelt down beside him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ye Chuyang said: "Zhong Ling is not mentally ill, the injuries she has suffered all along are real, and she does not suffer from persecution paranoia."

The room was very quiet, Chen Xiaorong sat slumped on the floor of the living room, only the sound of her own heavy breathing could be heard.The bedroom door was ajar, and Chen Xiaoxiao was staring at the door with sweat all over her head. She knelt on the ground and crawled carefully to the landline phone on the coffee table. She gently picked up the receiver and pressed two 1...

"Aunt Chen, can I borrow this skirt?"

Zhong Ling was holding a light green dress, standing at the door and asking.

With a whoosh, the microphone Chen Xiaorong was holding fell onto the tea table. She turned her head in horror, her whole body softened into mud: "Xiao Zhong, Auntie has never treated you badly, so don't hurt Auntie."

Zhong Ling had just taken a bath, she was wearing a towel around her body, her long hair was dripping wet on her shoulders, her beautiful and gentle face was very stiff, her eyes were quiet, she didn't look like a living person, but rather like a puppet with a bit of life .

She saw the shaking microphone with wires falling under the coffee table, she walked over and unplugged the phone wire, then took Chen Xiaorong's hand and walked to the bedroom: "Aunt Chen, please help me dry my hair, I'm in a hurry."

Zhong Ling was sitting in front of the dressing table, and Chen Xiaorong was standing behind her, drying her hair with a hair dryer.She picked up the light green dress again and said, "Can I wear this dress?"

Chen Xiaorong coiled up the wire of the hair dryer with trembling hands: "This skirt belongs to my daughter, you can wear it if you like."

Zhong Ling found out another set of underwear from the closet, and did not shy away from Chen Xiaorong, and put on the underwear and dress in front of her, and asked Chen Xiaorong to help tie the belt of the dress, and tied a light and beautiful bow at the back of the waist .

Then she sat down in front of the dressing table again, combed her hair and said, "Aunt Chen, can you help me find a bag?"

Chen Xiaorong quickly found out the two old handbags left by her daughter before she got married, briefly wiped them and brought them to Zhong Ling: "Which one do you like?"

Zhong Ling didn't look back, combed her hair and looked at the handbags she was holding in each hand in the mirror, and said, "It's white, it matches the dress I'm wearing."

She combed her waist-length hair neatly, put down the wooden comb, picked up a black eyebrow pencil and applied a light layer on her curved and thin eyebrows, then applied a layer of eye shadow, and finally picked out a carmine pencil Lipstick... With light makeup on, she is still the same as two years ago, her eyes are bright and radiant.

She opened the drawer to find a utility knife, pushed the blade out and ran her thumb across the blade to make sure it wasn't rusted, then put the knife in her bag.She stood up with her bag in her hand, brushed her long hair, and said, "Aunt Chen, I have no money, please call a taxi for me."

Zhong Ling and Chen Xiaorong walked to the entrance of the community, Chen Xiaorong quickly stopped a taxi and paid the driver in advance, Zhong Ling took Chen Xiaorong's mobile phone before getting in the car, and said: "The police will return it to you."

She took a taxi to the gate of a hotel, got out of the car, and saw her slender and beautiful reflection through the glass revolving door of the hotel. She pulled her hair against the glass door, stroked the skirt, and walked in In the hotel lobby, take the elevator to the [-]th floor.

At the door of room 1304, Zhong Ling stood outside and knocked on the door. Soon someone came to open the door. Fan Yunxi stood inside and said, "You are here."

Zhong Ling looked into the room and said, "Where's Anton?"

Fan Yunxi opened the door and said, "Come in and talk."

Zhong Ling walked in, with her handbag hanging in front of her body, her appearance was gentle and she said: "Anton invited me to the hotel, I want to see Anton."

Fan Yunxi was very nervous. He closed the door and took a deep breath towards the door panel before turning back to face Zhong Ling, and said, "Sit down first, sit down and chat." He stretched out his hand to the sofa in the living room, but Zhong Ling stood upright. He walked over to the French window and sat down on a wicker chair by the window.

Fan Yunxi could only follow her and sit opposite her, keeping her gaze away from her face, and said, "When... did you remember that?"

Zhong Ling took off her handbag and put it on her lap, and said, "Yesterday, when I woke up, my memory was not confused at all. I remembered everything." She smiled, "It's amazing, isn't it?"

Fan Yunxi lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into her eyes: "What do you remember?"

Zhong Ling hid her hands in her handbag, quietly held the utility knife, and said calmly: "Many, for example, Anton forced me to abort the child and remove the uterus; for example, Anton forced me to marry Liu Yan, he said that only then would he Only then can you trust me; for example, Anton gave me a bottle of medicine on the day of my wedding with Liu Yan and asked me to sprinkle it in Liu Yan’s glass of wine; for example, a fire started before the wedding; for example, you went to The nursing home saw me, but set a fire in my room and locked me in the room.”

Fan Yunxi couldn't take it anymore, beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, he bowed his head in front of Zhong Ling in a gesture of repentance, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it either."

Zhong Ling smiled indifferently: "No need to apologize, I know you can't help yourself. You are just like me before, not daring to disobey Anton and obey Anton's words. Even if he asks you to kill me, you will obey Do it. Just like he ordered me to kill Liu Yan two years ago." She laughed suddenly, covering her lips gracefully, "We are all bad people."

She laughed twice, then stretched out her arm, revealing the small jigsaw puzzle tattoo on the inside of her wrist, and said, "He left it for me, do you have it too?"

Fan Yunxi hesitated and stretched out his hand, unfastened the watch on his left wrist, turned over his palm, revealing a small jigsaw puzzle tattoo on the inside of his wrist, which was exactly the same as the tattoo on Zhong Ling's hand.

Zhong Ling smiled and said, "He likes to mark his own things, even his dogs have such marks." She pushed her hair to her chest, pointed to her neck, "It's right here."

Fan Yunxi withdrew his hand abruptly, put the watch on in a panic, and said, "It's different, I'm different from you."

Zhong Ling looked at him almost with pity, shook her head, and said, "You are the me I used to be."

Fan Yunxi didn't want to listen to her anymore, and said, "Actually, he asked me to come and negotiate terms with you."

Zhong Ling smiled: "What terms are you talking about?"

Fan Yunxi said: "He wants to reconcile with you. You can ask him for conditions. As long as he can fulfill your conditions, he will do his best to compensate you."

Zhong Ling frowned, her tone became cold: "Do you believe it?"

Fan Yunxi was taken aback: "What?"

Zhong Ling said: "Anton begged me for peace, do you think it is possible?"

Fan Yunxi panicked for no reason, and panicked violently: "Here, I, it is indeed he who asked me to come and find you."

Zhong Ling said: "I know him too well, he will never show weakness to me, let alone ask me for peace. He asked you to come to me for other purposes."

Fan Yunxi was stunned, not knowing what to do.The phone rang suddenly, which startled him. He avoided Zhong Ling and picked it up. After a while, he handed the phone to Zhong Ling and said, "Anton...Anton is looking for you."

Zhong Ling put the phone to her ear, bowed her head and smiled slightly: "Why don't you come to see me?"

A clear, clear, deep and deep male voice came from the phone: "Sorry, honey, I'm very busy now."

Zhong Ling's voice gradually turned cold: "It's a lie, it's because you don't want to see me."

Anton smiled and said, "Have you seen my little friend?"

Zhong Ling looked at Fan Yunxi. Fan Yunxi was looking at her very nervously. When Fan Yunxi met her gaze, he hurriedly turned his head away.

Zhong Ling said, "We've been chatting for a long time."

Anton: "Really? I'm curious what my two kids will talk about."

Zhong Ling: "Then come here, and I'll tell you."

Anton: "Don't worry, I'll give you a gift first."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a knock on the door. Fan Yunxi stood up like a frightened bird, and asked loudly, "Who?"

"Hello, I need to sign for your things."

"Come in."

The hotel attendant came in with two bouquets of roses in his arms, and first asked Fan Yunxi, "Are you Mr. Fan?"

Fan Yunxi: "Yes."

The waiter handed him a bouquet of roses and said with a smile, "This is what Mr. An gave you." Then he asked Zhong Ling, "Are you Ms. Zhong?"

Zhong Ling nodded.

The waiter handed her another bouquet of roses: "This is what Mr. An sent you."

The waiter left after delivering the flowers, bowed to them before closing the door, and said, "Have a good time, both of you."

Fan Yunxi was dazed holding a large bouquet of bright red roses.

Zhong Ling caressed the slightly cool and ribbed petals, and said with a smile: "We have received the gift, what next?"

Anton didn't answer, but instead asked, "You want to see me, don't you?"

Zhong Ling said: "Of course, otherwise why would I run out."

Anton laughed, the laughter was low and short: "Before we meet, I have to tell you one thing."

Zhong Ling: "What's the matter?"

Anton: "Our child is still alive."

Zhong Ling was startled, her eye circles turned red quickly, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't lie to me like this, you have already dug my child out of my stomach."

Anton said: "Don't worry, listen to my explanation. On the day of your operation, I asked the doctor to take your egg, which was successfully fused with my sperm two years ago, and then I found a surrogate mother to give birth to the child , our child just turned one year old."

The water in Zhong Ling's eyes flickered violently, and she tried her best to keep calm and said, "I don't believe it, you are lying."

Anton sighed, as if hurt: "Lingling, I love you very much, I don't want you to have a baby, because you are my child. So I have to ask others to help give birth to our baby."

Zhong Ling still said, "You're lying."

Anton laughed lowly, with a trace of disdain in his laughter: "Lingling, do you really think I'm going to lie? To you?"

When Zhong Ling heard this, she trembled violently as if she had been whipped. What Anton said was right, he would not lie to her, he disdained it.

Anton said again: "She is a girl, she looks very similar to you, and has a mole on her left ear just like you."

Zhong Ling: "I want to see my daughter, let me see her."

Anton smiled and said, "No problem, but you have to do what you have to do."

Zhong Ling sneered: "What do you want me to do?"

Anton: "There is a gift in the flower, did you see it?"

Zhong Ling groped down the flower stalk and felt something like a wooden handle. She pulled it out and saw that it was a dagger with a cold blade and a petal on the tip.

Anton said: "We play a game, the same game as two years ago."

Holding the dagger, Zhong Ling was eerily calm: "You want me and Fan Yunxi to kill each other?"

Anton smiled and said: "Yes, but I believe you can still win. When you win, come find me on the top of the Pearl Tower. You must abide by the rules of the game. You and Fan Yunxi can only live one."

After the call ended, Zhong Ling raised her head and saw Fan Yunxi looking at her.

Fan Yunxi also held the dagger in his hand. Fan Yunxi, who was flustered just now, was gone. At this time, Fan Yunxi's eyes were clear and determined. He was staring straight at Zhong Ling, and his eyes were as murderous as Zhong Ling.