Crazy Psychologist

According to Dean Jia, Geng Meng and Chen Feng suffered from gas poisoning on Monday morning and were found at home.

The person who discovered the two men unconscious and called the police was Master Zhou, the property manager of the community.

"Master Zhou is so powerful this time. He just broke into the door?" Muchun became slightly interested, but it sounded like a secret room murder case.

However, at five o'clock in the morning, the property management of the community broke into the door. Isn't this kind of thing too strange?

"If you understand the latest illegal building demolition plan, you will feel that this seemingly unreasonable thing actually happened like this." Zhang Mei's mood has become more stable than before, and his speech has returned to his usual seriousness and rationality.

"Illegal building demolition? This is indeed happening. It has been going on for half a year, right. Many small shops along the street have now been turned into walls, and they are quite ugly. They are gray and white."

Zhang Mei reminded Mu Chun of some small shops near Hengyuan Road. There used to be pancakes, fried dough sticks, and wonton shops in the morning, but after the Chinese New Year, they were basically gone.

During the morning rush hour when I'm working and going to school, the Lawson convenience store at the intersection is doing a really booming business. The steamed buns are sold in waves. The 6 yuan morning market set meal of steamed buns and milk is hard to buy if you arrive a little late.

This is all because nearby shops have been turned into fences.

But this is to better build the city's image, and these shops were originally built illegally.

"The first floors of those old houses were originally courtyards. More than ten years ago, the owners of the households on the first floor transformed the courtyards into shops along the street. They started their own small businesses, such as barber shops and fruit shops. They didn't pay rent anyway. If you start a small business, your life will be somewhat better. Later, the landlord will rent out the yard, and the business will not be done. The rent will be collected directly. There is no need to worry about the risks of doing business, and there is no need to consider the lack of profits. These shops have not known this for more than ten years. How much money have you made?" Zhang Mei can be said to be very familiar with these things.

Even if you are not a professional like a lawyer, when it comes to the prices of shops along the street, everyone knows something about them.

"The rent in this place around the sea is not cheap. The rent for a single-family residence is four to five thousand a month. Aren't the shops along the street even more expensive?" Mu Chun rubbed his hands, clasped his fingers, and continued: "I'm afraid a shop of 20 square meters will cost 8,000 to 10,000 yuan. That means you don't need to run your own business. It's more convenient to rent it."

"So, the house on Linhai Road, which the real estate manager Zhou broke into in the morning, is actually a yard that is being demolished."

After Zhang Mei finished speaking, he sighed and continued: "It can be considered a blessing among misfortunes."

"It's true." Dean Jia also shook his head. The two looked at each other and shook their heads together.

Muchun seemed to understand on the side, and then asked: "Is it like this when you entered the room from the yard and discovered the gas leak?"

"Yes, because today is the deadline for demolishing the yard. As far as we know, the demolition of illegal structures on Linhai Road is not going smoothly. Many people are making noises and are reluctant."

"After all, in terms of people's psychological acceptance, it is easy to change a bicycle into a motorcycle, but it is difficult to change a motorcycle into a bicycle."

Muchun put his hands behind his head to make himself sit more comfortably.

"But it has to be demolished. The inside of the store is already in a mess, and the counters and doors along the street are no longer in use."

"It's clear from this that we can't wait until seven or eight o'clock to start work. Generally speaking, property work will be completed before everyone gets up to go to work or go to school, so that it will not affect the smooth flow of roads."

"Yes, so Master Zhou has no suspicion." Zhang Mei said.

"Suspicion?" Muchun was a little confused, "Lawyer Zhang means this is not an accident?"

"Did I say that?" Zhang Mei asked back.

"You just said suspicion. If the residents inside live a life of death, will the one born be a suspect?" Mu Chun touched his chin, looking serious and reasoning.

"I didn't say that. I'm a lawyer, not a mystery novelist or a detective." Zhang Mei said helplessly.

"But what are you worried about, so you came to chat with Dean Jia, and this person who survived by chance knew you, and you knew her, and she was still calling your name when she was unconscious. You were sensitive to it. This matter is definitely not that simple.”

"What are you doing?" Zhang Mei thought it was reasonable to analyze the matter to this extent based on Muchun's current understanding of the incident. But how could Muchun express her thoughts so easily.

It's like when I was in middle school, I stood on the stage and gave a speech to the whole school. The huge lights above my head shone on me. Although the stage was dark, I always felt that all eyes were looking at me. It was a kind of exposure from beginning to end. Feeling of oppression.

This is too bad.

"Yes, I didn't think it was that simple, so I came to talk to Dean Jia and happened to meet Dr. Mu Chun." Zhang Mei answered Mu Chun as politely as possible.

"Then let the police investigate. Calling someone's name while unconscious is just a coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Zhang Mei refused.

But after thinking about it carefully, she felt that this statement was quite good.

"Mu Chun, please be serious. The police will also be very concerned about Geng Meng shouting Lawyer Zhang's name when he was unconscious."

"It also depends on whether the police define this incident as a gas leak, intentional murder, or going to hell together? There are many reasonable explanations. As for the person calling out Lawyer Zhang's name in a coma, it can only prove that Geng Meng and Lawyer Zhang You know him, right? Even if you don’t know him, he might call out Lawyer Zhang Mei’s name.”

"If you don't even know someone, would you still call that person's name when he's unconscious?"

Zhang Mei looked at Muchun in surprise.

Muchun did not sell it, but said: "Most people may think that when a person is in a coma, he will say a lot of true words, words buried in his heart, and unknown secrets, right?"

"Isn't it right?" Dean Jia asked in disbelief.

"That's because I've watched too many TV series and movies. No one has ever stipulated that secrets should be told while in a coma. We have neither found evidence in brain wave maps nor obtained support in brain imaging, but our culture seems to be deeply ingrained. "

Muchun explained indifferently.

"That might be a coincidence." Zhang Mei felt a little more relaxed.

"At most, the police will only use the name Geng Meng mentioned as a clue to investigate, but it won't matter when they find that they can't find anything related to the case. But if the name is related to the case, and Very relevant.”

"What will happen?" Dean Jia's face was solemn and his lips were trembling.

"It's nothing, it's just a clue. Why are you so nervous?"

Muchun spread his hands, as if he felt that these two people wasted his time, and felt that there was some secret hidden between them.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first." Muchun stood up and prepared to leave.

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Stepping onto the corridor on the fifth floor, a slender figure was pacing back and forth in the corridor under the dim light. Due to the backlight, it looked like a shadow walking.

When I got closer, I saw that it was Yang Xing.

"Didn't you just come here on Thursday? Why are you here today?" Mu Chun said as he introduced Yang Xing into the clinic.

"I'm not here to see a doctor. I have a collaborator and want to talk to Dr. Muchun."

"cooperate?"

On a drizzling morning, Mu Chun was listening to Dean Jia and Zhang Mei talking in the dean's office. Yang Xing had been wandering on the fifth floor for nearly 20 minutes. Yang Xing originally planned to come on Thursday for what Jane wanted him to do. He asked Muchun when he went to the nursing home for a follow-up visit, but after he went to the company to report, Jane hinted to him that he had nothing to do in the morning and he was just sitting in the office flirting with the little girl, so he might as well ask the doctor.

Yang Xing thought, he had to ask anyway, why not come to Huayuanqiao Hospital on Monday, since there was really nothing to do in the company anyway.

Originally, he could write some travel columns, but the limelight has been a bit tight recently. A group of fans are still unyielding about the several articles Yang Xing published last year. Not only did they leave messages asking him to delete the articles, but they also left messages asking Yang Xing to apologize in writing.

Isn't this crazy? How can there be so much originality? Even if you are writing a novel, you cannot be completely original. It is even harder to be completely original when writing a paper, not to mention that articles on the Internet are required to be original and have no reference. How is this possible?

Those articles on public accounts are openly labeled as original, but they are not just made up of some here and there. It is better to say that they are edited by the author than they are written by the author. Ah, isn't this the same as "Currency War"? At first, a group of people scolded the book as plagiarism. The covers of the later published books of "Currency War" were all printed with "editor". Yes, it was not the author but the editor.

There is a lot of public, free, non-copyrighted information that can be referenced and recreated. Why do so many people insist on worrying about it?

After all, I still envy others for making a lot of money.

Having said that, a best-selling book may indeed deserve such high attention, but Yang Xing just wrote some travel guides on his blog, so why are there endless anti-fans?

Yang Xing let it go if he didn't want to. He felt uncomfortable when he thought about it. Therefore, he had not written a travel guide for several months, but this still did not change the netizens' relentless pursuit and tireless abuse of him. Talk to each other.

Thinking of this, Yang Xing became restless and simply listened to Jane's words and left the office to go to Mu Chun for a walk. If Mu Chun agreed to appear, maybe he could still play a role. A doctor-themed drama would definitely not have only I'm just a doctor, so the second male and the third male are acceptable.

The success or failure of this matter seems to depend on Mu Chun. Unexpectedly, this doctor might actually be the one in Yang Xing's destiny. Not only could he solve his problems, but he might also be able to help him become famous in one fell swoop?

Even if I can't become famous in one fell swoop, I feel happy just thinking about being able to play the role of a doctor.

"So you're not here to see a doctor? There's no physical discomfort, mental discomfort, emotional distress, or emotional distress that you need to talk about?"

"No." Yang Xing shook his head.

"That's good." Muchun poured a glass of water and drank it all in one gulp.

"Aren't you drinking coffee?" Yang Xing said with a smile.

Muchun turned around sheepishly and said, "Huh? I just want to go out for a while. Since you are not here to see a doctor, why don't you go out with me for once."

"Are you going to a nursing home?" Yang Xing asked excitedly.

"No, what time is it now?" Muchun poured another glass of water and drank it slowly.

Yang Xing took out his phone and looked at the time, "Ten thirty."

"It's half past ten, so it should be too late, but it still depends on your situation. If you need me to stay, I can't leave the hospital." Muchun's tone was a bit anxious and melancholy.

Of course, Yang Xing, who wanted something from Mu Chun, would not embarrass Mu Chun, and said quickly and politely: "Huh? Dr. Muchun has to go out for something, so we can chat while walking."

"That's fine." After Mu Chun said this, he put down his cup and walked towards Chu Sisi's clinic.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Doctor Chu, Doctor Chu." Muchun didn't mean to lower his voice at all, not caring that the patient could hear it clearly in the room.

"Dr. Chu, I have to go out for a while. If any patients come, please ask Dr. Chu for help."

Chu Sisi opened the door, nodded to Muchun, and asked, "Has mother come to see you?"

"What?"

"I mean, has mom come to see the teacher? I just saw her car in the parking lot downstairs."

Chu Sisi looked panicked. What happened in the morning made her very nervous. She felt panicked and uneasy when she thought about it. She even thought about asking Chu Xiaofeng. After all, according to Liu Yiming, this Geng Meng was someone his mother knew more than 20 years ago, but how could Chu Sisi know about what happened more than 20 years ago.

And Chen Weiwei probably doesn't know what happened more than 20 years ago, but his father and mother have known each other for a long time. Maybe he knows what happened to Geng Meng more than 20 years ago.

Why did my mother look so pale when she mentioned this person's name, and why did this person call my mother's name.

Also, why did my mother suddenly come to the Garden Bridge Community Health Center? Is she worrying too much? She may just be here to deal with some daily hospital legal matters.

"Ah, Doctor Chu, don't worry. Lawyer Zhang came to see Dean Jia this morning, not to me." Mu Chun smiled heartily.

When she heard that she was here to see Dean Jia, Chu Sisi's tense nerves relaxed a little. That's good. They were probably here to deal with daily legal matters. I must have been overthinking it.

Yang Xing heard Chu Sisi's voice first, then he stuck his head out and waved to Chu Sisi through Mu Chun. When he saw Chu Sisi didn't respond, he walked behind Mu Chun and said, "Doctor Chu good."

"Ah, hello." Chu Sisi replied awkwardly, but Yang Xing was already imagining that if the negotiation with Dr. Muchun was completed, Dr. Qing could play the role of a female doctor next. It would be great to play her true character. ah.

Thinking of this, Yang Xing smiled even brighter, but unfortunately Chu Sisi seemed completely invisible.