Chapter 3324

It looks a little old. There are wrinkles at the edges and corners. The color is also ancient light yellow. It should have been put aside for many years.

It's an album.

She sat in front of the desk and opened the album. The orange light of the desk lamp fell down with a bit of warmth, reflecting the above photos. A beam of light quietly hit the woman's straight and high bridge of the nose, and her long eyelashes fell down with a sense of shadow.

There are many photos in the album, basically the original owner's family, and a few with relatives and friends.

A group of young couples often appear above, smiling gently and lovingly, seemingly the parents of the original owner.

Dyed white turned the photo album page by page, and her side face was cold and white. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of the group photo of the original owner's parents with another tall man and a small boy. The original owner and his sister stood in front of their parents.

The little boy looked at the camera. He was very young and immature. He held the hand of a tall man with a black wristwatch.

Maybe a friend or something.

Dyed white turned another page until she finished turning the whole album. She closed the album, slightly bent her arms against the desktop, folded her slender hands against her white forehead, closed her eyes and silently remembered all the pictures she had just seen.

Countless faces flashed in my mind.

Without any memory.

Maybe.

It will come in handy later.

The next day,

early morning,

The sun broke through the clouds and scattered the light golden light. In summer, the clouds rolled and the wind was gentle.

A plane dived at high altitude and finally landed at the airport.

At the airport,

The reminder voice belonging to the flight is repeating, and pedestrians pass by in a hurry.

A young girl came slowly from the airport, elegant and picturesque. In this busy and bustling 21st century, she showed a rare sense of tranquility and indifference.

Qianqian lady, sky green cheongsam, stand collar around, neck delicate and white, waist slender and beautiful, cheongsam hem slightly swaying with light steps, elegant and elegant.

It should be the beauty in cheongsam who came out of the misty rain painting in the south of the Yangtze River in March. She is a real lady with a gentle and jade like atmosphere everywhere.

The girl stood tall and graceful, with picturesque looks, and walked all the way outside the airport.

"Miss." when the housekeeper waiting for the pick-up at the airport saw the slender figure, his face showed a little smile, walked forward and took the suitcase from Bai you's hand.

Bai you nodded slightly, knowing the book and being polite.

The housekeeper said, "Sir, wait for you outside the airport."

Bai you said yes, the sound line is clear.

Outside the airport,

There was a black low-key luxury car with the window half open, revealing the man's resolute and sharp side face.

"Father." the girl walked forward step by step and called softly. Her tone was very comfortable.

The man was in his forties. His temperament was calm and sharp. After hearing the voice, he looked at the girl with a gentle look. "Get in the car."

He asked, "will you return this time?"

The housekeeper opened the door and stood on one side. Bai you got on the car. He sat down with his white fingers touching his cheongsam. His every move was an elegant temperament nurtured from childhood. Wen Sheng replied: "I will transfer my career to China."

The man nodded.

The car drove all the way to the private villa. The door was opened. Bai you got off in no hurry and waited for his father to come down. Then he walked into the villa with the man.

…

On the other side,

In front of a psychological clinic.

Today is the weekend. Ranbai didn't go to the police station and came here in clean and cold clothes.

Because of a call.

The original owner has mental illness, and a psychologist dredges the original owner all year round.

Such a thing is not difficult to guess. Combined with the experience of the original owner, it is easy to be involved in what happened ten years ago.

"Miss Song." in the studio, a 30-year-old man dressed in a doctor's white coat, properly dressed and mild temperament. As a psychologist, he really gives people a comfortable atmosphere that is easy to take off their guard.

He said hello when he saw the cold figure coming in.

Qi Yibo.

Dyed white eyes crossed the badge pinned above the man's white coat pocket, and then sat quietly on the chair, "Dr. Qi."

"How are you feeling recently?" Qi Yibo asked with a smile as to the relationship between doctors and patients.

"OK."

"Don't you feel any discomfort?"

"Yes."

Qi Yibo asked a lot of questions, and ranbai answered them concisely.

The doctor took a pen to make a record. The nib paused and looked up at the forensic medicine. The line of sight was friendly and a bit joking: "I haven't seen you for a week. You seem to have changed."

Dyed white looked at him, and the pupil color in his eyes was very dark.

"But it doesn't seem to have changed." Qi Yibo mumbled to himself and added the next sentence. While taking notes, he asked, "is there anything around you recently?"

"No big deal." the woman said coldly, "is the murder count?"

Qi Yibo pressed his eyebrows reluctantly. He was used to the attitude of the forensic medicine. His tone was relaxed: "you have recovered well in recent years, much better than in previous years. Although you don't need to take the medicine I gave you every day, you should also remember to take it."

"Have you finished?" Qi Yibo looked at her. "Do you need me to give you some more?"

Dyed white chin.

Qi Yibo said yes.

Ranbai didn't stay in the psychological clinic for a long time. She also cooperated with all who should cooperate, and then left with the medicine.

The medical examiner went out of the office and closed the door. When he turned around, his sight just hit the figure coming out of the opposite office.

He is tall, slender and superior. His white coat belongs to a doctor. He is very abstinent. His eyes are narrow and dark under his broken hair, and his thin lips are half hooked with a light radian. He has a kind of gentle and handsome temperament. He is not very like a doctor.

When the eyes deviate slightly, the side face is deep and noble.

After seeing dyed white, the alienated nodded slightly, and then walked in another direction.

Ran Bai left the psychological clinic. She looked down at the time on her wristwatch.

There's one thing to do tonight.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

The light white dazzling sunshine pierced the clouds and fell through the cracks of branches and leaves, bathing the psychological clinic in the sun.

"Brother! You'd better come back. My father's anger is gone. In fact, I still miss you very much." in the psychologist's office, a man stood at the desk, looked at the figure in front of him and advised.

Wen Heng leaned back against the back of the chair. His white coat was lined with abstinence. He played with a black pen between his slender fingers. His skin color was very white.

Slightly drooping his eyes, he listened to Wen Chen's words. Under the bridge of Gao Ting's nose, he gently held an yuppie radian. He didn't take these words to heart. His tone was a little mockery: "get out when you're finished."

Midsummer sunshine came in and outlined his profile. He was three-dimensional and handsome, like a hybrid, with theout any temperature.

Wen Chen's face was stiff. He stared at Wen Heng and said slowly, "brother, why do you do this."