The corpses in front of me had all kinds of strange death patterns. The only thing they have in common is that these people were extremely painful before they died. This is really strange. Most people commit suicide by choosing less painful methods, such as sleeping pills or cutting their wrists and bleeding.

But these people, some of them cut their own necks, and some of them made countless wounds on their bodies, but none of them were fatal. The blood in their bodies was almost drained, and they used all kinds of extreme methods, as if they were deliberately trying to

to deepen the pain before death.

At this time, the police chief said: "These corpses have undergone preliminary testing and there is no contaminated smell. We have also sent several corpses to the Psychological Assessment Bureau, but we have not received a reply yet."

Ye Tingbai: "Xiaoxiao, call the Psychological Assessment Bureau. I want to see the results now, as well as the psychological reports of these people before they died."

Li Xiaoxiao: "Oh."

The Psychological Assessment Bureau in Yangcheng is not linked to the General Administration. It is more like a private organization established by Si Youxu himself. It is completely under the orders of Si Youxu. Basically, Yangcheng as a whole can be said to be made monolithic by Si Youxu.

This man who was not very obsessed with power has become a well-deserved uncrowned king in Yangcheng.

There are many interests involved. First of all, Cenariel is the first and only god to give birth to consciousness and restore divinity. This is a meaningful thing in the world. There are many bodies of ancient gods in this world, but they have consciousness.

It's very rare.

What follows is a large number of icefield specialties, which often represent huge profits. If Si Youxu doesn't turn this place into a iron plate, it will inevitably be infiltrated one day.

And for such a person, when Xiao Hei's pollution was about to get out of control, he was willing to use Yang City's secrets in exchange for the chance to extend his life. This man is indeed very admirable and heart-warming.

Throughout his life, he seemed to be working hard for others.

Li Xiaoxiao: "They said the results have been produced. There are no traces of pollution, and the pollution index before death was not high. The psychological evaluation report has been sent over. Do you want to take a look?"

The police chief couldn't help but ask: "Why so fast? I just asked this morning."

Ye Tingbai roughly looked through these reports. The pollution index of these people basically remained between 10 and 20. It should be said that this index is within the normal range for most of them. If there are no particularly big changes, it will not exceed the limit.

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The pollution index is not high, indicating that the mental state of these people is not bad. On the contrary, these people should be very happy.

Ye Tingbai: "Have you investigated any clues? Are all the people who committed suicide dead?"

The police chief glanced at Ye Tingbai, as if he didn't understand how such a young man could get the point right away. He nodded: "It is true that someone was stopped from committing suicide."

In fact, it is not difficult to imagine that there are so many suicides, and the methods are so...complex. In other words, these people prepare for a long time before committing suicide, and they are easily discovered by people close to them.

Ye Tingbai: "Take us to meet this...survivor."

Unexpectedly, the police chief shook his head repeatedly and said that he had no authority. This man was extremely mentally unstable after his suicide was discovered and rescued, and his pollution index also exceeded 35, so the Psychological Assessment Bureau immediately took him into custody for treatment.

It is said to be treatment, but Ye Tingbai understands that there is no treatment method for pollution in this world. The only treatment is the strangler. But where does the strangler come from in Yangcheng? This so-called detention and treatment is just waiting for death.

Another name.

Under the leadership of Li Xiaoxiao, Ye Tingbai came to a lunatic asylum. This was a mental hospital built in the suburbs and surrounded by high walls. Ye Tingbai had also been living in Yangcheng for some years, but he only heard that he was detained here.

It houses many lunatics and is not open to the public. He did not expect that this lunatic asylum was actually a place where the Bureau of Psychological Assessment kept patients.

When Ye Tingbai first entered the asylum, he felt a very depressing atmosphere. The wall was two stories high. There was no sunlight in the courtyard, and there were no green plants at all. It was basically only black and white.

The person who came out to receive the two of them was a greasy middle-aged fat man with a very bald head and a shiny head.

"Hey, Sister Xiaoxiao, you are here! Who is this?"

Li Xiaoxiao: "Ye Tingbai."

"Hey, I've long heard that we have a second-in-command here, I guess it's you. My name is Zheng Qiang, and I'm the dean here!"

Ye Tingbai didn't know how Si Youxu arranged his position in Yangcheng, but after being praised so much, he felt a little excited no matter what.

Ye Tingbai: "We want to take a look at the person who failed to commit suicide. Do you have any impressions?"

Zheng Qiang's face looked a little unnatural.

"now?"

Ye Tingbai felt a little strange, so he asked for it now. Finally, Zheng Qiang frowned and took the two of them into the lunatic asylum. When they first entered, everything was as usual, a clean and tidy reception area, but when they arrived at the ward area, the whole style changed.

, a rancid smell hit my face.

The two rows of rooms on the left and right all have only a small iron window. This is not a mental hospital. This is a cell. Many patients look depressed. They are locked behind the iron door and stare at Ye Tingbai and the others with gloomy eyes.

At the door of each ward, there is a sign hanging with the latest pollution index test. He never expected that people with an imbalanced pollution index would be housed in such a place. In such a place, even a normal person would

Will you be crazy too?

There is a small grid behind the door of each room, and the food is placed in front of the door. They can reach out and get it. Maybe they came at the right time. The food has just been distributed. Today's meal turned out to be just stewed cabbage stalks, without any oil or water at all.

Tingbai squatted on the ground and smelled it, and almost spit out his breakfast.

What era are we in? Human beings have long left the time when food was scarce, prices were generally very low, and the employment rate was quite high. Basically, as long as you are unemployed, you can directly apply for a government support job.

Prices are even pitifully low. Take pork as an example. This industry is basically run by the World Government. Better pork costs four to five yuan per pound, and cheaper frozen meat only costs a few cents.

The house requires no effort. Ye Tingbai was assigned a room as soon as he started working. Although it is an old community, the location is not bad, so in this environment, the residents' happiness will be very high.

There is no huge pressure forcing them to work, and happiness can be regarded as an indicator against pollution.

When human beings live a happy life, naturally there will be no weird things to interfere with their lives. In the final analysis, it comes down to one word, and that is satisfaction.
Chapter completed!