Xing Ming's chest fluctuated,

this,

In fact, he has already investigated, and the DNA test report and fingerprint comparison report are exactly the same as Liang Chuan.

This cannot be faked, nor can it be faked.

Xing Ming walked to Liang Chuan, supported his hands on the counter, staring at Liang Chuan, and he could see some faint mockery in Liang Chuan's eyes.

"You are not him, you are another person." Xing Ming said word by word, "I don't believe that three years will cause such a huge change for a person."

"You are very interesting." Liang Chuan closed his smile, "I know that your job is to model and analyze your goals in the Internet and various information files. Perhaps, it is precisely because of your working model and environment that your thinking is a little confused about the boundaries between virtual and reality.

I suggest you go to see a psychologist. I only sell underworld tools and don’t see a doctor.”

"good."

Xing Ming nodded,

"You wait."

Xing Ming turned around and left the Netherworld Shop. After walking out, a cold wind blew, he shivered, sat back into his car, and lit a cigarette and clamped it between his fingers.

There were doubts and doubts in his eyes, and Liang Chuan's last words kept echoing in his mind.

Could it be,

My own psychology,

What really went wrong?

Behind the counter of the Mingdian, Liang Chuan reached out and gently pressed Pu'er's tail and said slowly:

"Some people are born with the sixth sense so sensitive,

He and Liang Chuan,

I'm not familiar with it, but when I meet for the first time, I feel that I'm not Liang Chuan."

"Meow." Pu'er responded, and blood slowly flashed in the cat's eyes, and a murderous intent appeared faintly.

"Bang."

Liang Chuan patted Pu'er's furry head a little hard.

"Others are not bad, they are quite cute."

Pu'er glanced at Liang Chuan with aggrievedness, and his two flesh claws crawled on the cabinet, facing outward, and facing his tail and butt, obviously dissatisfied with Liang Chuan's kindness as a donkey's attitude.

"Be good, it's okay. At least he won't suddenly run out of the roadside and stab me one day."

At noon, Liang Chuan stewed pig's trotters. When it was about to stew, cinnabar walked into the shop. The woman stood at the door and took a deep breath.

"It smells so good! By the way, don't you have anorexia?"

Then,

Liang Chuan served himself half a bowl of rice, soaked the rice with pig's trotter soup, and swallowed it hard bit by bit. Cinnabar ate three bowls of rice and even ate seven pig's trotters.

After a meal,

Liang Chuan leaned against the chair, feeling still scared. The greasy soup feeling made him feel sick now.

Cinnabar was holding on. The beautiful girl, who was originally pretty, sat opposite Liang Chuan, patting her belly with no image, burping from time to time, grinning and picking her teeth with a toothpick. The buttons of the windbreaker had been unbuttoned, revealing her towering breasts, and one of her legs was even raised on Liang Chuan's counter, plump and round, and the zipper of the jeans was still facing Liang Chuan.

"Sorry, I heard you were hospitalized, but I happened to have something to do and didn't see you. I just came back at noon and planned to see you in the hospital, but I found that you were discharged from the hospital."

"It's okay." Liang Chuan replied.

"Don't you ask me what I'm going to do?" Zhusha leaned towards Liang Chuan, "Are you not a psychology scholar? You can still be a police consultant. Come, try it, can you tell me what can you tell?"

Liang Chuan nodded.

"What did you see?" Zhusha smiled and waited for Liang Chuan's answer.

"There is coriander between your teeth."

"………………” Zhusha pinched her fists, her knuckles whirled, and then she sat back on the chair, "Have you read the news?"

Liang Chuan shook his head. He had been in the hospital for a week. Although there were TVs in the ward, he had never turned on them.

"Two headless male corpses were found in Niutou Mountain in Bai County. My family called me back to help investigate."

Liang Chuan smiled but said nothing.

"My house runs a funeral home, and the two bodies were stolen from the funeral home." Zhusha explained, "The world is getting worse, and now I can only recall the glory of my ancestors in some ghost movies."

The glory mentioned by Cinnabar should be the scene of a group of zombies wearing Qing official robes jumping forward neatly.

This made Su Bai think of the group of women holding red paper umbrellas.

"Hey, you're not curious at all?" Zhusha asked with some surprise, "This incident alarmed the police and also participated in the investigation."

"Where is the head?" Liang Chuan asked in cooperation.

"Not found." Zhusha replied helplessly, "I searched for many days but couldn't find it. My family even used ancient methods, but I didn't find it."

"Um."

"Do you want to be so perfunctory?" Zhusha reached out and rubbed his eyebrows. This was not the first time she found that Liang Chuan was not a good chat partner. "Forget it, I'll go back and open the business. You've invited me to lunch, and I'll treat you to dinner."

"I'll close the door in a while." Liang Chuan refused, "Prepare to rest early."

"Please, it's only one pm now, oh, that's right, you're just discharged from the hospital, OK, I won't bother you."

Zhusha helped Liang Chuan wash the pot and bowls and leave.

Liang Chuan sat at the counter and read the book "Divine Comedy" for a while. Others may be obsessed with their beautiful rhetoric or their rich imagination. But for Liang Chuan, it is like watching a man who was a man who made up a few hundred years ago, bragging about how he made up his hell.

The entry points are different, but there is fun.

He got up, moved his body for a while, and the injuries on his back were still a little uncomfortable. Liang Chuan was about to close the door of the shop and go to the second floor to rest.

He doesn't like to rest in the hospital because it's too noisy. For Liang Chuan, the nights in the hospital are more noisy than those in the police station, and people can enter and exit without pushing the door.

When the door is closed,

Liang Chuan saw a man standing outside.

The man was wearing a white shirt and light blue jeans. His hair was wet, he looked young and handsome.

"Sorry, it's closed." Liang Chuan continued to close the door.

The other party stretched out a hand to stop it.

"You can go to the massage parlor next door. You came with her, right?"

Liang Chuan pushed the other party away, but he still wanted to close the door.

Even if it is a business that is delivered to the door, he doesn't want to do it anymore.

But the other party reached out and stopped the door.

The other party's wet hair was still dripping with water. Looking at Liang Chuan's eyes, with a kind of prayer, his mouth opened, like a mute, and could not make a sound, but it could be seen that he was crying.

"Sorry, I have injuries on my body and need rest now." Liang Chuan repeated again.

The other party still didn't let go and wanted to come in, which seemed very stubborn.

Liang Chuan lowered his head and slowly lifted it up.

His eyes turned red in an instant.

An angry growl came out in his throat:

“I… need… rest!”

The young man's face showed a look of horror, his body began to tremble, his hands were frightened and he shrank back. He took many steps back, and then he covered his head and began to scream silently.

On the old street,

People come and go,

But no one seemed to see the young man screaming with his head in his arms,
Chapter completed!