"Mr. He, do you have to have the land at No. 36, South of Beiling Street?"

"Um."

"Not elsewhere? For example, No. 30? No. 36 is only 100 meters apart."

"no."

"For, why?"

He Cheng raised his head from the colorful brochure page, looked at him seriously, and said, "I have calculated that No. 36 is located between the Pearl Tower and the Gemini World Trade Center. It has a flat view and is the only place in the city where you can see sunrise and sunset, and it is often the longest in the city when exposed to sunlight."

Xiao Shu covered his cell phone and prevented his voice from leaking in, and looked bitter and ruthless as if he was about to kneel down to the old man: "But the government approval has been sent, and the gymnasium will be built on the 36th."

He Cheng: "Then let the gymnasium move east, No. 30 is not bad."

After saying that, he lowered his eyes and then looked at the supermarket discount promotion brochures spread on his legs. Xiao Shu, who was standing beside him, walked far away to the stairs at the end of the corridor with his mobile phone. He didn't know how to negotiate with the people from the Construction Bureau to make it move to move the gymnasium by 100 meters so as to leave He Cheng with the land that can watch the sunrise and sunset.

This is a psychological clinic. I expected that the doctors who are familiar with me would need to be about a week in advance. He Cheng made an appointment a week ago and only went to the appointment today. He made an appointment at 1:30 noon, and at this time there were still more than ten minutes before the appointment time, he sat in the central hall waiting. The brochure I was reading was given by a college student who was part-time advertising at the entrance of the office building when he was just going upstairs. He didn't know what he was all over his body, and he seemed to have to rush shopping during the supermarket discount promotion season, but he still took it.

About ten minutes later, a nurse called his name and opened the door of Clinic No. 07 for him, laughing and saying, "I've been waiting for a long time."

He Cheng nodded to her and entered the clinic.

The familiar female doctor was waiting for him on a single sofa in front of the window. She placed another single sofa that looked very comfortable and ergonomic. He Cheng walked over and sat down opposite her.

"I didn't expect to meet again so soon, Mr. He."

Dr. Li looked through his case and smiled and said, "Do you have anything to talk about today?"

He Cheng folded his legs and gently supported his forehead with one hand. He sat on the sofa in a very relaxed and relaxed posture and said, "No, I'm here today to ask you to answer the questions I asked last time."

Dr. Li closed the medical record, looked up at him, and smiled gently, "Is it related to Officer Chu?"

He Cheng nodded.

Dr. Li leaned back on the back of the chair as if he was stumped, turned his head and looked at the ground of Chema and Renchuan through the floor-to-ceiling window. The pen in his hand slowly and rhythmically tapped the medical record book, and suddenly laughed: "Look down, Mr. He."

He Cheng looked at the ground as he said.

“What can I see?”

"people."

"Do you think you are the same as them? Apart from your identity, are you the same as them?"

He Cheng dragged his forehead and thought seriously for a moment, saying, "It's different."

Dr. Li asked: "Where is different?"

"They are not me, and I am not any of them. They cannot understand my feelings, they do not have my experiences, they do not love what I love, and I am different from them."

"But there are always people who live in this world who are similar to him. Do you think there are people in this world who are similar to you?"

This question made He Cheng cautious. His eyes suddenly stagnated when he looked at the crowd on the ground, and no one could enter. He said, "Yes."

Dr. Li laughed softly and said, "I am so frank, this person is definitely not Officer Chu, who is he?"

He Cheng frowned, closed his eyes and fell into a distressed look of recalling but not getting an answer, and said, "I don't know, I don't know if 'he' really exists."

"But you dreamed of him?"

He Cheng opened his eyes and said solemnly: "It's not a dream, I know it's not a dream."

"Maybe it's you?"

He Cheng shook his head: "I only remember 'his', the back of a little boy sitting on the swing. Although I have never seen his face, I am sure that the person is not me, he is another person."

“Why are you sure?”

He Cheng looked at her, his tone was slow but solemn: "I lived in the courtyard at No. 5 Heping Avenue since I was a child. It should be when I was seven years old. I saw 'him' for the first time in the swing in front of the flowerbed in the yard. The next morning, I looked for the swing in the yard, but I couldn't find it. I asked the gardener at home, and the gardener told me that there was never any swing in the yard. But a year later, I went to the warehouse to look for something, and in the corner full of debris, I saw a pair of swings that had been removed, yellow, exactly the same as what I saw. So I was sure that the person really existed, they were lying."

In the midnight dream, the bright sunshine bloomed in the courtyard full of summer flowers, the swing gently shaking. On the swing was a little boy, his age, his thin figure and soft hair, sitting on the swing, shaking back and forth, the shadows on the falling ground continued to shrink with his swing, sometimes far away, sometimes near.

At that time, he seemed to be standing behind a floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the little boy's back through the glass. He knew what he was standing there, and he was waiting for the man to turn back. He had done this dream many times, so many like a regular meeting with him every night, and it was like this every time. The man was in the yard, he was in the room, and an invisible barrier separated them far away. He had never seen the man's face before, so he looked at the man's back urgently, waiting for him to turn around and see who he was.

Suddenly, the swing slowly returned to a standstill. The boy seemed to feel someone behind him, twisting his neck and trying to turn around...

He Cheng had never seen the boy's face. Every time he wanted to turn around, he was awakened by a suffocation that seemed to be flooded by water. Except for the psychologist, he didn't tell anyone about this "dream", and even Chu Xingyun didn't know about it.

Dr. Li found that he actually didn't need any help. The people who came to her for consultation all had various questions and confusions, and paid expensive fees to let her answer questions and resolve their questions and clear their minds. However, He Cheng only regarded her as an audience member, and he did not listen and did not need any help or advice from her.

If he hadn't expressed concern and trouble to the Officer Chu in his heart, Dr. Li would have thought that he was a hopeless patient with personality disorder, but he was not. He just had scars in his heart, so he was full of indifference to the crowd, insecure, too self-threatening awareness, and too self-protection awareness. But he hid very deeply and was so good that he looked no different from a "normal person", but only he himself understood the uneasiness and anxiety in his heart.

Dr. Li knew that he could not provide him with any help because she was also on He Cheng's list of "untrustworthy". However, as her psychologist, she still gave professional advice and said: "I am frank, Mr. He, I can't help you with your questions. If you want to find out whether it is a deviation in your childhood memory, you can try hypnosis."

He Cheng looked at her, curled his lips and refused politely: "Thank you, I will consider it."

No, he wouldn't think about how he could let others invade his memory.

He Cheng adjusted his sitting posture and his expression returned to the relaxation he had just come in, and returned to the question he had just come in: "So, what is your answer?"

Dr. Li smiled and lowered his head to write a shorthand on the notebook, saying, "Your emotional sand table is a headache for me." He stopped writing and looked up at him: "Do you want to lock him? Or - possess him?"

A layer of messy astigmatism appeared in He Cheng's eyes, and he said to himself: "Is that true?"

"But what do you want from him?"

Yes, what does he want to get from Chu Xingyun?

Originally, he came to find the answer, but unexpectedly left with a lot of questions. He Cheng walked out of the clinic, looked at the time, and found that this time was the longest time he received psychological counseling, one hour and twenty-three minutes.

Xiao Shu sat at the door waiting for him, and when he saw him come out, he said, "Assistant He just called and said that the police station people had gone to the company."

When talking about the police station, the first thing he thought of was Chu Xingyun, so he did not delay and returned to the company as soon as possible. He saw several police cars without flashing lights in the parking lot next to the corridor of the Ark Building, and found that he had thought it was wrong.

Chu Xingyun is a bit of a personal heroism. He rarely drives police cars when he travels, and rarely brings people. He always goes through the Dragon Pond alone. It is not his style to mobilize such a large number of troops. Soon, several plainclothes detectives coming towards him verified his conjectures.

The man walking in the middle was very tall and strong, with a shaved head and straight face. The sharpness in his eyes was obvious, with a little sling at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were sharp. It seemed that everyone in front of him was extremely vicious criminal suspects, very different from Chu Xingyun.

The detective walked up to him and stopped, looked at him, then took out his ID and held it in front of him, saying, "I am Zheng Xihe, the captain of the criminal investigation team of the branch. Now I suspect you are suspected of murder. Come back with me to be investigated."
Chapter completed!