Ling Feng decided to focus the investigation on Boya Medical Technology. After all, the two deceased people were employees of this company. But what made him somewhat unexpected was that when Wen Qiao, who had always been indifferent to the investigation process of the case, knew that Ling Ling planned to go to Yunhe Medical University, he actually volunteered to go with her.
"You want to go too?" Ling Ling's expression was a little complicated. She didn't have a good impression of this cold-faced forensic doctor, or maybe it was because her brother didn't seem to like him very much, so she was "sick of the whole house".
"I haven't been back for a long time, so I should pay a visit to my former teacher." Ling Feng once secretly investigated Wen Qiao's files and found out that he graduated from this prestigious school in the political and legal circles. In particular, the School of Forensic Medicine has produced several great figures who have long been famous in the police community. When they get older, they often return to school and teach, passing on their legacy from generation to generation.
"Do you also think that Zhao Xiaoqing might have been hypnotized to do that kind of thing?" Although he didn't agree with Ling Ling's approach, he still let her act and make some small mistakes, so that she could grow up as quickly as possible. But when I heard that Wen Qiao was going to follow him, I felt something was wrong. It was as if the two of them had formed a camp and isolated themselves.
"I think if there is another real culprit behind the scenes, it may be difficult to convict him. Multiple choices may be helpful." Wen Qiao answered a little absent-mindedly.
"Okay, based on your resume, if you want to be awarded a famous alumnus or something, it shouldn't be a problem to ask the school teacher to recommend a reliable expert." Ling Feng said with some yin and yang, he has always been gentle to others, but... There was some tension between him and Wen Qiao, and he couldn't help but go against him. Ling Feng seemed to know the answer, but was unwilling to admit it, which made him even more irritated.
Ling Ling reluctantly got into the driver's seat and started the car. She was driving in front, and the air in the car was uncomfortably silent. Ling Ling clutched the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead attentively. She has not been driving for a long time, and only after taking the driver's license test at school did she come to the police force and occasionally have the opportunity to drive. It's just like getting in the car and going to the battlefield, with my brother sitting next to me to protect me, and I can barely find some sense of touch. But this time, she was on the road alone, and there was a big man sitting behind her who looked very difficult to deal with. She couldn't help but feel more nervous. She couldn't help but secretly glance at the rearview mirror a few times. Wen Qiao was closing her eyes to rest.
"Drive well." Wen Qiao suddenly reminded him.
Ling Ling was frightened. The distance to the car in front of her was so close that she was frightened. She subconsciously turned the steering wheel and slammed on the brakes, almost driving the car into the flower bed on the roadside.
The two people in the car were carried forward by the inertia. Ling Ling broke into a cold sweat and felt uneasy in his heart. If his brother had been sitting next to him, he would have already said, "You're so stupid!" But the person in the back seat remained silent, which made Ling Ling wonder if he had just Hit my head. She looked back with an apologetic look, and Wen Qiao's cold obsidian eyes looked at her strangely: "Why don't you leave?"
Ling Ling suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll leave right away... right away."
Finally arriving at school, Ling Ling felt as if he had gone through eighty-one hardships, and he felt much more relaxed as soon as he got off the bus. Seeing that Wen Qiao had already walked away, he quickly followed him.
They walked along the school road a few times, and suddenly Ling Ling asked in a low voice: "Director Wen, did we pass here just now?"
Wen Qiao coughed lightly: "It's been too long since I've been back." He glanced at the road signs and re-determined his direction, finally arriving at the downstairs of the Forensic School.
"Aren't you going to the School of Psychology?" Ling Ling asked.
"Let's visit my teacher first." Wen Qiao seemed a little hesitant. He suddenly looked at Ling Ling and said to her: "Let's go."
"Should I go too? Or I'll wait for you outside." Ling Ling was slightly surprised, thinking to herself, if you go to see your teacher, why should I join in the fun?
"No." Wen Qiao didn't allow her to refuse and urged her to go in quickly.
Ling Ling couldn't figure out what medicine he was buying, so she had to follow his instructions and find a student in the college building to find out where Professor Han Songze's office was. Then, they came to the door of a room on the sixth floor labeled Vice Dean's Office.
Wen Qiao took a step back and signaled Ling Ling with his eyes. She had no choice but to knock on the door for him. When she heard "Come in" from the door, Ling Ling turned the handle and opened the door and walked in. An old man with gray hair appeared in front of him. He was writing at his desk while wearing a pair of reading glasses. When he saw her coming in, he put down his pen and looked up at her.
"Excuse me, what do you want?" The old man's voice was gentle but strong.
Ling Ling waited for a while, but didn't hear any movement behind her. She suddenly turned around and found that Wen Qiao didn't come in with her. Now, she was the only one standing in front of the old man in the office. She looked back and forth awkwardly, like a frightened groundhog. The slightest affection she had for Wen Qiao just now was gone, but at this moment she couldn't withdraw directly, nor could she just keep fucking like this, so she could only say: "Hello, are you Dean Han? I...I am Ling Ling from the Criminal Investigation Detachment of Yunhe Police Station..."
"Hello." The old man looked kind and approachable, which made Ling Ling relax a little.
Wen Qiao then slowly stepped in from outside the door and called, "Teacher Han."
Han Songlin slowly stood up from the chair. He took off his reading glasses and walked towards them. After an unknown amount of time, an expression of joy appeared on his face: "Wen Qiao?"
Wen Qiao also seemed to be relieved, and the corner of his mouth curved into a nice curve: "It's me, the teacher still remembers me."
Han Songlin laughed heartily: "How could I not remember that you are my most proud disciple. Later I heard that you went abroad not long after graduation. I never quite understood why they wanted a forensic doctor to perform such a dangerous task. mission, so I can’t help but worry when I think of you these years.”
Han Songlin took a few more steps toward Wen Qiao, as if he wanted to take a good look at him. The old professor's face turned red: "Xiao Wen, seeing that you have returned safely and returned to our professional position, I I'm so happy!" He pulled Wen Qiao to sit on the sofa. "By the way, when did you come back?"
"It's been almost half a year. Recently, the police station received a case. I wanted to come to the school to find a relevant expert for consultation on some issues, so I took a ride here." Compared to Professor Han, Wen Qiao's expression was much calmer, but Ling Ling still felt a warmth from him that she had never experienced before. Seeing that the two of them were now immersed in the warmth of reunion after a long separation, Ling Ling felt like a light bulb, neither staying in nor going out. It was Han Songlin who noticed her mood: "Xiao Ling, sit down too."
"Teacher, I actually have something else I want to ask you for help with this time." Wen Qiao said.
"What's going on?" Han Songlin seemed to be in a good mood.
"When I was outside two years ago, I accidentally lost my mobile phone," Wen Qiao said after pondering for a moment: "None of the data stored in it was backed up, and all the communication data stored in it was lost. So, I would like to ask a teacher Let me check the information of my classmates back then."
"This is easy to handle. Let me talk to the student counselor for you." Han Songlin agreed happily.
The two exchanged some pleasantries, and Wen Qiao got to the point: "The case we are investigating may involve some psychological content, so we would like to find an expert in this field to assist in handling the case."
When Ling Ling heard that the case was finally mentioned, he excitedly interrupted: "Yes! Are there any psychologists who are proficient in hypnosis?"
"Hypnosis?" Han Songlin looked at her with some confusion: "What kind of hypnosis are you talking about?"
Ling Ling didn't expect Professor Han to ask back, but he knew almost nothing about this aspect, so he could only try his best to describe it to him: "It's... the kind of thinking that can control people. They can do whatever they want, even kill people. method!"
Han Songlin suddenly laughed: "As far as I know, there is no such powerful person in our school, and I'm afraid no one in the world can achieve this level. Otherwise, wouldn't our world have been in chaos long ago?"
Ling Ling scratched his head awkwardly: "That's right."
"Is there anyone who studies neurocognitive science?" Wen Qiao suddenly interrupted and asked. He remembered the anomaly on Gao Liqun's body. The reason why he did not tell Ling Feng this part was because he was not sure what he had discovered. What.
Han Songlin was suddenly stunned when he heard this word, and said with some surprise: "This is an emerging field of interdisciplinarity. It only appeared a few decades ago, and there are even fewer people studying it in our country. I didn't expect you to know !Originally our school did not offer this course, but coincidentally, a PhD student in criminal psychology came back from abroad this year, and she offered an elective course on neurocognition."
Some coincidences in life are just insignificant glances, but some are fateful forks in the road. Those little Feihong snow claws may lead to a smooth plain, or maybe to an abyss.
