Fei Du walked to a corner of the living room, where there was a very literary whiteboard. He bought it. Unexpectedly, he hadn't used it a few times, but instead made a Tang monk named Luo - Luo Wenzhou was just naughty before, but now he was just talking, and he had to summarize the trivial things he had spent in analytical way. He hung it on the whiteboard, and achieved a comprehensive ear-like life for Fei Du's eyes and ears, which was very crazy.

Fei Du hesitated for a while, thinking that someone had been writing for a long time, he was reluctant to wipe it. He turned over the whiteboard, took out the marker, and drew a coordinate system. The horizontal axis represents time and the vertical axis represents pressure source.

Compared to what happened just now, memory that is longer than the longer term is more malleable and is more likely to be appropriately added, reduced and modified by the brain.

Compared with some irrelevant trivial matters, the greater the impact of the stressor on oneself, the stronger the discomfort caused, and the greater the possibility of being distorted in the dream of deep consciousness.

The fact that he didn't open a can of cats was a small thing that had just happened to Fei Du that night, and a very shallow superficial memory. He felt that he was thinking of this thing rather than dreaming, rather than half-awake. He drew a slash at the origin in the coordinate system.

Next is the scene of "Luo Wenzhou gets angry and can't coax it well."

Luo Wenzhou was indeed a little anxious that night, and Fei Du could feel it, but it was not as angry as he was. However, in the end, Fei Du did not find out whether he had coaxed the other person well. Perhaps it was because of this that he was a little worried in his dream, but he didn't know why he had to make a big deal of his dream, and amplified this slight concern.

Fei Du was a little confused. He felt that he had less worries recently and could take up a place no matter how big the matter was. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, moved a little down along the coordinate axis of "deep pressure source", and drew a second bar.

Then, after that, there were "Taoran injured" and "suffocation", and two things that were incompatible with each other were mixed in the same scene.

Fei Du wrote this, put down the marker, frowned, and walked a few steps in front of the whiteboard, but could not continue to analyze it any more.

There are very complex projections and very subtle distortions hidden in human consciousness and memory. The superficial logic and deep logic seem to be not used in a language. Even if Fei Du is already very honest with himself, it is still difficult to objectively interpret the series of dreams that made him feel like he was in his throat that day.

According to common sense, a dream that can suddenly awaken a person must have touched the anxiety and fear that was deeply suppressed in this person's heart.

But Fei Du asked himself, thinking that he was not anxious, let alone fear. "Fear" to him was like a star in a TV movie - he knew that this person could be seen every day through the screen, but what he looked like in reality and what his temper was... I didn't know about these.

He didn't feel that he was not calm after hearing the news that Tao Ran was sent to the hospital for rescue. The car accident had already happened, and the only thing that could be remedy was the doctor. Nothing happened to him. Fei Du remembered that he was just thinking about the cause and effect of this matter.

Could it be that the incident of "Taoran being injured" was once a huge source of pressure for him, deep enough to touch another thing hidden in his memory, deeper and more intense?

In his dream, Tao Ran, who was hit by a car, appeared with a suffocating face. According to this idea, the "suffocating face" should also be something in his memory... But where have you seen it?

Luo Yiguo tried it several times, but he couldn't open the cabinet that was suffering from plague, so he had to run up with his big tail to act coquettishly towards Fei Du. It flatteredly rubbed Fei Du's trouser legs with its round head, and raised the meat pads on its front paws to pat Fei Du's calves.

Fei Du bent down and carried Luo Yiguo's front paws to his eyes. Luo Yiguo was always very gentle when begging for food, and his tail was swaying underneath, trying to use his face covered with flesh to create a "naive" cute expression, and a squeak in his throat.

Fei Du stared at the cat's face and looked at it for a while, and always felt that he would not overlap the suffocating and struggling faces of the small animals with human faces, and the facial features were too different.

Luo Yiguo thought there was a chance, so he hurriedly "meowed" at him in twists and turns.

"No," Fei Du put Luo Yiguo back on the ground ruthlessly and announced, "It is enough for one animal that I can't hold to have Luo Wenzhou."

Luo Yiguo: "..."

Those who walk on both legs are not good things!

Fei Du thought about it, wiped the handwriting on the whiteboard, sent Luo Wenzhou a message saying "I'll get something home" and put on his coat and went out.

He decided to go back to the basement of the old house to see where he spent his dark childhood, with countless electric shocks and medication corrections, and even witnessed the death of his mother. Fei Du really didn't understand why his memory was erratic in the incident of sneaking into the basement.

Luo Wenzhou didn't want to look at his phone, and he was chasing Yang Xin who was flashing by.

As soon as he ran to the stairs, Luo Wenzhou met a large group of patients' families. It must be that the whole family was coming out in full swing. There were also a few older people coming with crutches. They blocked the stairs, just blocking the stairs, just separated him and Yang Xin.

Luo Wenzhou looked at the trembling old men and women, and never wanted to push out a group of grandparents who needed to be retired and see him off. However, Yang Xin had disappeared for a moment of hesitation. In desperation, Luo Wenzhou turned around and pushed open the window of the corridor. In the screams of a passing caregiver, he climbed out of the third floor directly on the windowsill, took the slightly protruding windows on the second floor as a buffer, then jumped down, jumped to the artificial turf downstairs, and rolled on the spot. Before the onlookers raised their phones, they ran away.

The hall was crowded, but it was still in order. Luo Wenzhou rushed in with murderous intent, frightening the medical staff on duty. The hospital special agent immediately came over to inquire. Luo Wenzhou randomly took the work permit to the special agent: "Police, have you seen a girl in her twenties just running down from the upper floor?"

Before the special agent could speak, Luo Wenzhou had already caught a glimpse of Yang Xin who had just arrived on the first floor at the other end of the corridor. Yang Xin looked at him unexpectedly. An extremely complicated expression appeared on her simple face, like a pain and anger that she wanted to speak but stopped. Then she resolutely rushed towards the back door.

Luo Wenzhou was so angry that his lungs were about to evaporate from the top of his head: "Stop it!"

There is a small road at the back door of the inpatient department. Through it, there is a large parking lot at the back door of the hospital. The distance between Luo Wenzhou and Yang Xin has been shortened. At this moment, a car suddenly rushed out of the parking lot and directly hit him. Luo Wenzhou met the driver - it was the fake patrolman he and Fei Du met at the murder scene of the Bell and Drum Tower that day!

In desperation, he jumped onto the front hood of the car and rolled to the other side. Fortunately, the driver was not planning to hit him to death. The window was half-shaking, and a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth. He nodded politely at Luo Wenzhou, then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and rushed out of the parking lot like a smoke. At this time, Yang Xin had already jumped into a car and disappeared without a trace.

Luo Wenzhou's thigh hurt when the car just now, and he couldn't help but burst out a swear word: "Fuck it!"

Fu Jiahui was pushed in for rescue, but Chang Ning avoided it with a wink and went downstairs to buy them drinks. Lu Youliang and Tao Ran were waiting in the depressed corridor of the hospital, and looked up together at Luo Wenzhou, who was covered in anger and floating soil.

Luo Wenzhou found a corner of the wall and dusted the soil on his body heavily: "I ran away, two cars, one of them, and one of them was the gold cup. I have recorded the license plate number and asked someone to block it."

Lu Youliang said nothing, raised his head and leaned heavily against the wall.

Tao Ran was silent for a while: "When investigating Feng Bin's case a few years ago, my master's wife asked me to go to her house and gave me the master's suicide note. She also threw a wiretap into my bag while my Shen'er was not at home. It was exactly the same as Director Lu and Xiao Wu. When Xiao Wu talked to me today, I...I still..."

Tao Ran couldn't continue to say it. He stared at the ground for a while before he could continue his voice with difficulty: "After reading Master's suicide note, I felt a little relieved for a while. I thought that Master's wife's cold attitude towards us for so many years was not her intention. She did not hate us or hate us, but Master told her to alienate us."

But now thinking about it, there is only the distant distantness of the difficulties. Do these criminal police officers who rely on their own wise men really feel it? If it weren't for the true disgust, would Luo Wenzhou not want to come to the house for more than three years?

"Xiao Wu? Do you think Yin Ping was also designed to collide?" Luo Wenzhou's angry mind gradually cooled down, and he sat down next to Director Lu with a little tiredness.

Lu Youliang asked: "It is also to frame Lao Zhang?"

"Yes, I suspect that my master's wife was deceived," Tao Ran said hoarsely. "The person who planned all this behind the scenes was the one who framed Gu Zhao and later killed his master. If the old cinders of that year were really faked by Yin Ping, then he might have important clues in his hands, so they wanted to kill people to silence the person. If the person was not dead, they would have to use him to frame Director Zhang again... It would be easy to explain to Master's wife and the others. As long as Yin Ping had no evidence in his hands, even if he came out to testify, the testimony would not be trusted. It would be better to use him to make a case."

Luo Wenzhou supported his elbows on his knees, his hands gently folded together, and his chin was pressed: "Uncle Lu, I came here today, actually I want to ask you for personal information."

Lu Youliang: "Do you want to ask Fan Siyuan?"

Luo Wenzhou was stunned: "How do you know?"

Lu Youliang was silent for a long time before whispering: "I guess... the tone and tone of her talking to me today reminded me of this person."

Luo Wenzhou and Tao Ran looked at him together.

"Fan Siyuan is actually my teacher... He should have taught Lao Yang too." Lu Youliang thought about it and said slowly, "At that time, he was young, not a few years older than us, but he was very charming. Sometimes you think that he would know what you were thinking in your heart when he looked at you. He was also talented, knowledgeable, published many articles, and had very good classes... It was not popular at that time that students scored teachers, otherwise, he would definitely be the most popular teacher for students every year. Occasionally, some students with thorny problems, the teaching department and ideological and political teachers couldn't control him, so he found him to be effective. There was one in our dormitory at that time. He was called to talk for an hour, and he didn't know what he said. The brother cried bitterly after he came back, wishing he could be a new person."

Luo Wenzhou: "Gu Zhao also has an intersection with him, right? I checked his work history. When Officer Gu went to further study, he happened to be the one who led him."

"Well," Lu Youliang nodded, "Gu Zhao was serious. He went back to school to study for a graduate student in a job, not to get a job, but to get rich. He really wanted to learn things. He worked hard and took notes when he read the books. He never rested on weekends. If he didn't understand, he had to ask clearly. For a while, he kept talking. He was always Teacher Fan. When he graduated, he treated him, and we brothers and Fan Siyuan all went."

"He has a good relationship with Fan Siyuan."

"Very good..." Lu Youliang hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, very good. Gu Zhao is actually not a very lively and extroverted person. He is very different from close to him. It can be seen that he and Fan Siyuan are really good, but who knows what that person thinks?"

Luo Wenzhou asked again, "He initiated the first album project? What's going on? Uncle Lu, is Fan Siyuan really dead?"

A doctor passed by quickly, and Lu Youliang looked at the end of the corridor uneasyly, as if he was worried that something bad would come from there.

"Actually, after I went to see some of the papers he published had signs of extremeness," Lu Youliang said. "But we didn't pay attention to it back then. At that time, the 'psychographic portrait' technology had just emerged in China. Fan Siyuan took the lead in applying for this project of 'establishing psychological portrait archives of criminals'. He wanted to re-examine some unfinished cases through archive research and find new breakthroughs. He clicked a circle of front-line criminal police officers at the municipal bureau... The research project is a politician outside of daily work. Of course, whether to participate or not is voluntary, but we all participated - because the main culprit was not arrested was also included. At that time, Gu Zhao had only had less than a year of accident, so we were not good at this tone. As far as I know, there were several brothers who were still searching for investigation in private."

"But psychological portrait technology cannot be used as evidence in the court," said Luo Wenzhou. "The unclosed cases in the album plan actually have suspicious objects, and there is no valid evidence. Unless it is a chaotic move, otherwise..."

"That's impossible," Director Lu smiled bitterly, "Gu Zhao had a crime at that time that the police abused their power. People were staring at us every move, and they had to behave with their tails on their feet. They didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary... I accompanied Teacher Fan to visit a case. After he came back, he suddenly said to me, 'Sometimes I think I really don't know who the laws and rules are to protect. Those who are restricted are always those who abide by the law, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.' I thought it was a bit wrong, but I didn't think much about it... But then, things began to be wrong."

Luo Wenzhou: "You mean that the suspects died bizarrely?"

"Yes, the method is exactly the same as the victims of the corresponding case. Many details in the case were not announced to the public, so the album plan was urgently stopped, and all relevant people were suspended for inspection." Lu Youliang said, "Fan Siyuan disappeared when the investigators went to find him. There was nowhere to be found at home and school. At that time, he was considered a major suspect, but the suspect was suspected, and there was no evidence. The bureau was in charge of whether he was a 'missing' or a 'wanted suspect'. Later, for the sake of the image of the municipal bureau, he only said that he was 'missing'. The album plan should be processed by the archives and sealed, and only continued to search privately."

"Three months later, his relatives received a suicide note. At the same time, the bureau received a tip that Fan Siyuan had appeared in the Binhai District. At that time, Binhai was even more deserted than now. We followed the tip and almost caught him."

"Almost?"
Chapter completed!