Chapter 1140

Back in the office, Bo Yan leaned against the leather seat and looked a little lazy. He returned the phone. Thin lips gently spit out two words: "result."

The people on the other side of the phone didn't procrastinate. They said the composition results from the test and passed them to Bo Yan's computer.

With the clear voice on the phone, Bo Yan's expression appears indifferent and alienated. His exquisite and handsome face looks more picturesque under the light.

It's better not to be feminine than gorgeous.

The smile on his lips was gentle and noble, but inexplicably cool.

Until he hung up the phone, he casually threw his mobile phone aside, pulled his tie with his slender and beautiful hand, untied a few shirt buttons, and suddenly stopped.

Fingers unconsciously caress the neck bitten by the girl, there is no wound.

With a sudden smile, Bo Yan's beautiful and exquisite face is even more breathtaking.

He came here purely to help the police solve a case of human organ trafficking. The police suspected that it was related to the nuclear mountain mental hospital.

But

Who can think of it,

Bo Yan, an international psychologist, is proficient in various criminal techniques and has cracked many cases. At the same time, he is also the No. 1 K?

His fingertips knocked on his desk one by one, and Bo Yan remembered the conclusion of the laboratory staff just now.

"The pill contains a hallucinogen with strong drug properties and drug-like ingredients. Taking it for a long time will lead to drug addiction, insanity and illusion..."

The voice of the analysis was recalled in my ear. Bo Yan leaned lazily there, and the black pen turned beautifully around his fingertips.

Hallucinogens, huh.

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In the next few days, ranbai always had a vague contact with Su Ruqing.

On the wall, dyed white habitually climbed over the wall and sat on it, holding a diary in his hand, holding a carbon pen in one hand. After the nib paused on the white paper for a few seconds, the sunlight refraction finger printed a shadow and began to write.

2023.5.11

On the 92nd day, I feel much better. I seldom see those illusions. Bo Yan, he is really an excellent psychologist, but I firmly believe that I am not ill.

The handwriting is neat and tidy, and the tone is very calm.

The pen fell with the shadow, dyed white, closed the diary, slightly bent the corner of his lips, looked up at the dazzling sun hanging in the sky.

The sun rises and of course sets.

She propped herself up with one hand, turned over, jumped down the concrete wall and clapped her hands.

Like walking casually, the notebook inadvertently fell to the ground.

With a faint smile on her lips, she walked straight forward.

Su Ruqing is not far from ranbai when she just sees the diary that ranbai dropped. She frowns and picks it up. She wanted to give it back to ranbai and finds that she has disappeared.

The notebook was open. Su Ruqing just glanced at it casually, stopped looking, hesitated for a moment, and turned it over.

With shocking lines of characters, Su Ruqing seemed to feel the extreme madness of despair. Everyone didn't believe her. Everyone said she was sick. She was the only one in her world, and all the secrets were borne by herself.

Su Ruqing was frightened by the madness that came to her face.

She didn't know that the experienced criminal police felt palpitations when reading a diary?

Su Ruqing flipped through the pages that looked full of holes and looked at the lines of fonts. The occasional pages made her look more and more cautious.

She disguised herself, bought her identity and sneaked into the nuclear mountain mental hospital in order to find out the truth.