In Yanjun, in the corridor of Tixing's headquarters, a figure hurriedly held a document and quickly opened the office door.
"Brother, did the military government make a mistake? Is the person you asked for a psychopath?"
Hearing the voice coming from behind, Lin Feng, the leader of the investigation team, turned around and frowned in confusion.
Lin Feng was once the leader of the task force of the Criminal Division responsible for investigating the disappearance of Longhua Road. Although he is only 29 years old, his ability to reach the position of team leader shows that he has some abilities.
In the Yanjun Tixing Division, Lin Feng can be said to be the idol in the hearts of all the younger generation of division officers.
This man's face is as clear as a sculpture, and his deep eyes always shine with the light of thought.
Unlike other clerks, Lin Feng's temperament is relatively reserved, even with a slightly gloomy aura.
Apart from handling cases, Lin Feng rarely chats with others. There always seems to be intriguing thoughts hidden in those slender peach blossom eyes.
After taking the document from the team member's hand, Lin Feng checked it carefully and then understood what the team member meant by what he just said.
The Longhua Road disappearance case has always been a shame in Lin Feng's heart. He led the task force to investigate this case for nearly a month. Except for the increasing number of missing persons, it can be said that nothing was found.
Later, due to the great pressure from all parties, the case was also transferred to the Military Government. However, in fact, Lin Feng was still reviewing relevant information and never gave up on the investigation of the case.
But now the first thing the military government did after taking over the case was to find someone, and judging from the current information, the person he was looking for was actually a person living in a mental hospital.
There is not much explanation about the person named 'Yan Qilin' in this document, but the words Yanjun Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center are really dazzling.
Why did the Bingfu suddenly look for this person?
Does he have anything to do with the case?
Lin Feng thought in his mind, and at the same time handed the document back to the team member's hands without leaving any trace:
"Send it to the military government, don't talk nonsense..."
The team members nodded quickly and left the office. Of course, Lin Feng was sitting in front of his desk and thinking about the information he had just read.
Yan Qilin, whose age is unknown, is estimated to be around twenty-five years old.
Symptom: Delusional disorder.
Lin Feng really couldn't figure out why the Bingfu would specifically seek information on this person from Ti Xingsi.
But in fact, let alone that he couldn't figure it out, everyone except Feng Yun was confused about this decision.
When this document was handed over to Feng Yun, Feng Yun seemed very excited. He only glanced at it for a few times, then immediately stood up and expressed that he wanted to go to this hospital.
The Yanjun Psychiatric Rehabilitation Center is located in the suburbs of Yanjun, and almost no one of this generation usually interacts with it.
When Feng Yun stood in front of the mental hospital, which looked a bit old and resembled a mountain manor, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
The door of the hospital is rusty. There is a security booth next to it, but there is no security guard.
The yard was overgrown with weeds, and it looked like no one had taken care of it for a long time.
"Squeak..."
Feng Yun gently pushed open the iron door of the hospital, and then heard a harsh sound.
He frowned and quickly came to the hospital hall. Under the dim light, all the doctors in white coats looked listless.
This job is indeed quite torturous for them, but the people who will be locked up here are mental patients who will cause harm to society.
Although it is said that they will receive treatment here and wait for improvement before reintegrating into society.
But in fact, this kind of treatment has little effect. Most people stay there for a lifetime.
Feng Yun quickly walked towards the doctor closest to him. The doctor was wearing a mask covering his face and leaning listlessly on his desk, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Dong dong..."
Feng Yun tapped the table lightly, and then said:
"Hello, is there a person named Yan Qilin in your hospital? Please take me to see him."
The doctor didn't pay attention at first, but when he looked up and saw Feng Yun wearing military uniforms and the guards following behind him, he immediately straightened up.
"Sir, who are you looking for?"
Feng Yun repeated the name again, and then noticed that the nurses on both sides who were paying attention to the situation began to whisper.
"It's strange, why would anyone come to visit that person?"
"Yes, he has been hospitalized for four years now, but no one has ever visited him in these four years."
"Is there something going on with him that has alerted the military mansion?"
While the nurses were talking, the doctor quickly stood up and led Feng Yun towards the depths of the hospital.
On the way to Yan Qilin's ward, Feng Yun also tried to understand the relevant situation.
"I see that person's profile says delusional disorder. What kind of disease is this?"
The doctor was obviously very cautious when he followed Feng Yun. It was obvious that he rarely had contact with people from the Bingfu, especially the officials of the Bingwang. At this time, facing Feng Yun's inquiry, he did not dare to show any slightness.
"Our experts have spoken to this patient on several occasions before, but the patient kept saying things that were completely inconsistent with his actual age.
He even mentioned what happened a hundred years ago, and it was from the perspective of someone who had experienced it.
The strangest thing is that he tells these stories very accurately. It would be difficult for a normal person to explain the history of a hundred years ago clearly, but what he tells is all history.
So in the end, experts defined him as delusional disorder, and this person was withdrawn, not good at words, and was often forgotten by others. "
"That's him..."
Just as the words fell, Feng Yun blurted out subconsciously.
But these words made the doctor feel a little confused, but before he could find a chance to ask, he had already arrived at the ward at the end of the corridor.
As the doctor opened the door to the ward, Feng Yun immediately saw that there was only an iron bed in the simple room.
On the iron bed, a man was sitting with his back to the door. He seemed to be looking at the sky outside the window through the narrow window, motionless.
After following the doctor into the ward, the doctor skillfully locked the door with his backhand, appearing very cautious.
Feng Yun slowly walked forward and soon stood beside the man:
"Yan Qilin?"
The man didn't speak, and still looked out the window quietly.
The sun hit his face, making his already fair skin seem to reflect light.
In his deep pupils, there was an indifference that was completely inconsistent with his apparent age.
Such a handsome appearance cannot be concealed even if it has not been carefully modified for several years.
