Chapter Three Hundred and Twelve The People Who Are Not Bloody
Su Xin quickly called Shi Feng.
"Boss, check the psychiatrist who performed psychiatric identification for Xu Minzhu's family at that time, Hu Pinghua."
Unexpectedly, Shi Feng and Mo Li had already started an investigation and suspected that this psychologist was aware of it.
Shi Feng: "We have found out that I have just been to his home. But now he is a mentally ill person. I am rushing over in the downtown sanatorium. Do you want to come and see it?"
I'm afraid that psychologists become psychopaths?
Seeing that there were only more than one hundred kilometers between them, Su Xin replied: "Come here, send me the coordinates."
Shi Feng's coordinate information also came, Su Xin recruited a taxi and told the driver the address.
The taxi driver looked at Su Xin and seemed a little embarrassed. Su Xin said, "You can just use the meter. In addition to the money on the meter, I will give you another hundred yuan toll."
"Okay," the driver said, and then hanged his information on the carpooling. If someone comes back from the city later, you can do more business.
Two hours later, Suxin arrived at the nursing home.
Shi Feng had already visited her once, and was waiting for her next to the flower table outside.
Su Xin has been running around searching for information these days. Shi Feng and Mo Li have done more work. While contacting Wang Yang, they are checking the basic information of those people, and screening and verifying this information.
Su Xin visited some of the people, and they also went to check the situation of others.
Shi Feng said as he walked: "I just went to see Hu Pinghua's home, to be precise, his ex-wife."
"Hu Pinghua does have a professional physician qualification certificate. He was the one who conducted psychological counseling and mental appraisal for Xu Minzhu's family. Seven years ago, to be precise, six and a half years ago, he suddenly became neurotic and suspicious of everything around him. The situation became more and more serious, and it had to stop working and stay at home."
"But the situation did not improve. From the beginning, it was just nonsense and neurotic, and finally became aggressive. I almost killed my wife and children, and then I showed great regret. Their family also found many psychological experts, but they had no conclusion. They finally had to send them to the sanatorium."
"His wife divorced him, and her property and children belong to her, but she had to pay a monthly treatment and living expenses to the nursing home."
With Shi Feng's introduction, the two of them had already arrived at the room where Hu Pinghua was.
The square room is less than ten square meters. There is only one single bed inside, and everything, including the wall, is wrapped in a layer of plastic foam.
A man who describes a hunched and old man curled up at the foot of the bed.
After a closer look, he found that he was wearing a long-sleeved restraint suit, with his hands crossed in front of his chest and tied behind him.
According to the information on Hu Pinghua's ID card, he is only forty-three years old and in his prime.
But now it looks like a tragic old man who is about to die.
Hu Pinghua seemed to have some sense, suddenly looked up and looked into Su Xin and the other two through the observation window.
Only gray pupils were left in his eyes, his face was covered with scars like earthworms, his teeth were basically gone, and his grin revealed an empty gap.
Shi Feng asked softly: "I sensed a trace of energy fluctuations in him that did not belong to him. What did you see?"
Su Xin said: "I saw two ghosts lying on him, covering his eyes, keeping them talking to his ears, asking him to 'die'. The ghosts have become very weak, so they have not had much effect on him."
She was shocked by Hu Pinghua's willpower. It was indeed not easy to be able to last for a few years under the influence of the two ghosts.
If the previous investigations are true, and Hu Pinghua deliberately identified Xu Minzhu's family with mental illness, then these two ghosts are likely to be Xu Minzhu's parents, and they came to revenge.
Unfortunately, their soul power is very weak, and it is difficult to take revenge.
Su Xin was sorry for these two ghosts in his heart.
At this moment, Hu Pinghua in front of him suddenly said to them with a mouth like a gap: "Who are you?"
Shi Feng: "Because of a commission, some things need to be investigated, so come and have a look."
"Trust? Investigate the matter? Did he invite you?"
"He? Who are you referring to?" Shi Feng asked deliberately. At this moment, Su Xin quickly mobilized his mental power to perceive the other party's consciousness.
Unfortunately, the other party is not an ordinary person and is unpretentious about the problems he thinks in his heart. Su Xin sensed nothing.
Hu Pinghua grinned and said, "It seems that you don't know him yet, so it's even more impossible that he sent me. So, are you here to ask me about his situation? I think you are a little different from ordinary people. You should be able to see that I am not a mentally ill patient, there are ghosts, and ghosts that are bewitching and manipulating my actions. However, as long as you control your hands and feet, they can't do anything about me except muttering in my ears. If you want to know the truth, there is only one condition. If you deal with these two ghosts, I will tell you."
Su Xin said contemptuously: "Whether you say it or not, we can find out the truth of the matter. We have time, not that little time. But you are still a genius psychologist. In fact, you are just a false reputation. You are a real psychiatrist. You said there are ghosts, where are the ghosts? Did you see them?"
No matter how tenacious Hu Pinghua was, he was tortured by two ghosts for so long. Everyone around him treated him as a lunatic and sent him to such a ward. It can be seen that his nerves have been tense. Now he thought seeing these two people would be an opportunity for him to get out of the predicament.
After all, no matter what it becomes, people are still greedy for life and still long to live.
But unexpectedly, the other party said that he was mentally ill, and suddenly became excited, and howled with his teethless mouth, "I'm not a psychopath, I'm not. There are really ghosts, there are ghosts, they are right next to me."
Su Xin said contemptuously: "Beside you? There is only one bed next to you. Then what do you think they look like?"
"A ghost is a mass of energy, whatever it looks like..."
Su Xin knew that she felt that this person's mental power was too strong. Judging from the current situation, it was very likely that Hu Pinghua had exhausted all the ghost powers of these two ghosts, and he finally returned to normal and went out of this sanatorium.
Wearing the skin of an expert, you can determine someone else's life by waving your pen.
Writing a mental illness that is not a mental illness is to make some people escape sanctions by mental illness; but also to make another person bear heavy shackles and even be pinned down to pay the price of his life.
Chapter completed!