When Chen Yuanyuan opened the door and entered the seventh floor, she was trying to find the source of the sound when the door to Room 702 suddenly opened.
"who!"
"Mr. Fang?" Chen Yuanyuan saw Vice Chairman Fang walking out of Room 702 wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"Are you Ms. Chen, the owner of the twelfth floor? Why are you here?" Vice Chairman Fang's glasses were covered with cracks on one side and he was splashed with colorful paint from head to toe, looking miserable.
"I just heard screams. What happened?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.
"The painter Mr. Cai's mental state has not been very good. I just went to give him food and suddenly fell ill again. Now I can't get psychotropic drugs for him. His condition is difficult to control." Vice Chairman Fang said.
"Has he been stimulated by something?" Chen Yuanyuan remembered the crazy painter who lived on the first floor during the inspection of the building, and asked directly without going around in circles.
"It is estimated that many people died during the typhoon. The house on the first floor was soaked by rainwater. He rarely communicated with others. He was too stressed and had a schizophrenia." Vice Chairman Fang said.
"Well, thank you for your hard work. It's so difficult to take care of a patient now." Chen Yuanyuan pretended to praise, but she was also questioning in her heart.
Nowadays, due to the extreme weather, ordinary people are struggling to survive alone.
Vice Chairman Fang spends his time taking care of a painter who is not related by blood, has no ability and no contribution, either he is the Virgin, or he has other purposes.
Although the other party's vice chairman did not know him well, according to Chen Yuanyuan's feeling, this person probably had evil intentions.
"As a psychiatrist, I can't treat anything else, so I should be able to contribute a little bit to Building No. 2." Vice Chairman Fang said with a smile.
"It's rare to have someone who cares about the neighborhood like you in Building 2!" Chen Yuanyuan said goodbye to the other vice chairman after a few words.
When he mentioned the painter, he thought of the female college student Xiaomei who died tragically in September 2020. Chen Yuanyuan decided that she could not delay any longer and launched an investigation as soon as possible. At least she could find out who was the hidden murderer in the building so that she could take precautions.
After Chen Yuanyuan left the 7th floor, she walked directly to Room 401 to accompany He Yuehua for a consultation.
The residents of Room 401 were a group of four female college students who rented a house. When the two people in the living room saw Chen Yuanyuan visiting, they nodded to show their goodwill.
Chen Yuanyuan saw that the two people in the living room had sallow faces and thin muscles, and did not have the vitality of young people at all. It seemed that they were not living a good life, but at least they survived.
"Where is my companion?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.
"It's in the room facing south. I'll take you there." A girl with short hair said.
When I entered the room, I saw He Yuehua consulting a patient.
"Is her condition very bad?" Xiaoding asked nervously, looking at the frowning He Yuehua.
"Long-term malnutrition, coupled with the cold air entering the body, has dragged on for a long time." He Yuehua said.
"Can she be cured? How can I take care of her?" Xiaoding asked.
"I'll give her acupuncture first, and I'll teach you how to take care of her later." He Yuehua said, putting away her hand for diagnosing the pulse.
He Yuehua picked up the silver needle in the medicine box and prepared to administer the acupuncture, while Xiao Ding, who had been chattering just now, also calmed down and watched nervously from the side.
The girl lying on the bed was slowly unbuttoned by He Yuehua, her cheeks were showing an unnatural flush, and a burst of white smoke was rising in the cold room.
He Yuehua at the bedside was not very skilled in determining the acupuncture points, but once the location was determined, the needle dropped steadily and quickly.
About fifteen minutes later, a small burst of sweat broke out on the forehead of the girl on the bed. After He Yuehua pulled out the needles one by one, she asked Xiaoding to put her clothes back on.
"When will she wake up? She has been sleeping for a day." Xiao Ding asked worriedly.
"I can't guarantee the recovery time, but she will sweat for a while and her fever will slowly subside. Remember to feed her more water. I will come back tomorrow to give her another injection." He Yuehua warned.
"Okay, thank you! Thank you!" Xiao Ding said.
When Chen Yuanyuan saw He Yuehua finished acupuncture, she left Room 401 with her.
The two of them returned to the twelfth floor along the road. During this period, He Yuehua asked about the screams just now. Chen Yuanyuan was afraid that there were ears through the wall, so she asked He Yuehua to go back to the twelfth floor.
The two went to Chen Yuanyuan's home together. Chen Yuanyuan took out a pack of Alishan coffee beans from Baodao. He Yuehua went to the kitchen and skillfully brewed two cups of coffee.
"What happened on the seventh floor just now?" He Yuehua saw Chen Yuanyuan taking out a mobile phone and charging it on the dining table.
Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua what she had just met with Vice Chairman Fang, and also briefly described the schizophrenia of the painter Mr. Cai. She felt that Vice Chairman Fang was a bit strange.
"Vice Chairman Fang seems to be quite enthusiastic, but it is abnormal for him to be so enthusiastic in the current environment." He Yuehua also agreed with Chen Yuanyuan's point of view.
"Didn't we search for supplies during the typhoon before? A college student named Xiaomei committed suicide in Room 902, but various traces made me feel that the matter was not as simple as it seemed." Chen Yuanyuan took a sip of coffee, which tasted pretty good.
Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua the suspicious points she noticed at Xiaomei's house that day, including the bruises on her neck, the gouged eyeballs, the uneaten heart-shaped fried rice, the wound on her right hand, and the blood on the sheets.
After hearing this, He Yuehua also felt that there was definitely something behind Xiaomei's death due to various signs.
"What are you going to do after you find out the murderer? Avenge her?" He Yuehua asked.
"Do you think I look like a person with a strong sense of justice?" Chen Yuanyuan rolled her eyes.
"It doesn't look like that, then why are you checking?" He Yuehua asked doubtfully.
"I have no intention of revenge, but such a crazy person is still a hidden danger in Building 2. We have to live here for another year and a half. If we find him out early, we can take precautions."
Chen Yuanyuan is not a person with a strong sense of justice, but an unknown perverted murderer is in the second building, and the three women on the twelfth floor are also at certain risks.
While the two were discussing the case, the mobile phone that had been charged for a while turned on automatically. The two of them stared at the startup animation on the screen attentively.
"It's finally opened. Such a sunny girl. What a pity." Chen Yuanyuan picked up her phone and saw that the lock screen wallpaper was a girl jumping in a sea of flowers.
"Yuanyuan, can you unlock the phone?" He Yuehua asked, staring at the lock screen.
"How could I?" Chen Yuanyuan said helplessly.
"What should we do?" He Yuehua asked.
"What can I do? Let's eat it cold."
The locked cell phone was like a plate of cold water poured over their heads, extinguishing their enthusiasm for investigating the case.
The two of them thought for a while, and both immediately thought of the missing Bai Ziqian. Unfortunately, their life and death were uncertain now, let alone asking him for help. They could only try their luck and ask two men for help.
The two first went to find Liu Feiyang who was still repairing the car. Zhang Linlin, who was gossiping, also came over to learn about the situation.
After briefly explaining the situation to the two of them, although they hoped to find out the murderer, Liu Feiyang, a professional mechanic, was unable to do anything.
"I only know the basic operations of flashing and backing up the phone. If it's unlocked, I can't do anything about it." Liu Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment.
(End of chapter)
