Yang Ke was startled by Zhou Xuan. Seeing Zhou Xuan covering his head and his whole body was twitching, he couldn't help but worry: "Brother Zhou, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, no need," Zhou Xuan and others' headache got slightly better. He shook his head, feeling nothing was wrong, so he said, "Maybe it's because I stayed up late for too long and had a little neurasthenia. And do you think I might have time to go to the hospital? Time is money, brother."

Yang Ke was speechless.

Why didn’t I realize that Zhou Xuan is still a workaholic before?

"Brother Zhou, it's not me that as you do, your health will not be able to bear it sooner or later. Don't go home in a week and be so weak that you can't even get in bed. My sister-in-law will be angry."

"How do you guys talk?"

"I won't say anything anymore. I'm full. Let's go back first. Brother Zhou, please settle the bill and go back to work. I'll help you sleep with me."

Zhou Xuan rubbed his head and said, "Get out, get out, don't let me see you again."

Yang Ke reached out and touched Zhou Xuan's wig, and said with concern: "I really don't need to take you to the hospital?"

"You boy!"

"Bye-Bye!"

Yang Ke ran away as if he had escaped.

Zhou Xuan couldn't catch up with him at all.

When he arrived at the subway station, Yang Ke took out his cell phone and found Ming Jiayi's text message again.

Song Xinlu, the psychologist of Yang Pengfei seven years ago, was also him.

Do you want money by coincidence these days?

For Yang Ke, if there are more than three coincidences, it is no longer a coincidence.

He picked up the phone and called Ming Jiayi.

The phone rang and the opposite side started to answer.

Ming Jiayi said softly: "Hey, Yang Ke, is there anything wrong?"

"I want to ask a question, is it convenient for you now?"

"It's convenient. Captain Liang and the others have been on duty outside these two days. I am the only one in the bureau. I haven't let me go out to patrol. You don't know, I'm almost dead."

Yang Ke tentatively said: "Captain Liang and the others are busy with big cases?"

Ming Jiayi's voice was a little depressed.

"I don't know, they won't let me know. What do you want to ask? By the way, Zhang Tongtong has been sent to his grandparents' house. I guess you should want to know about this."

"Uh, well, I already know about this. I actually want to ask if I called you at the police station that day. Is it this Dr. Song Xinlu?"

"Oh my God, how do you know?!"

Ming Jiayi was simply shocked. She said nothing that day!

Yang Ke's mouth twitched, he really didn't want to know.

"What did you say at that time?"

"It's nothing, just like usual, remind me to remember the patient list that week, and then I'll report your name."

It turned out that it was reported at that time.

"Will he have any special reaction when he heard my name?"

"The reaction, no, it's just like usual. But to be honest, how did you guess? Have you investigated me?"

Ming Jiayi's curiosity was successfully aroused by Yang Ke.

Yang Ke casually made an excuse and said, "I am just an ordinary person, what is a policeman doing. When I saw the doctor's name you sent, I suddenly remembered that you answered the phone that day, and then guessed casually, but I didn't expect that I guessed it right."

"You are so amazing. I have goose bumps. If I have the ability to associate like you, I don't have to sit on the bench here."

Ming Jiayi was quite envious. She always wanted to be a policeman who was like Sherlock Holmes to solve the case, but unfortunately she has not mastered the essence of solving the case until now.

"What's so surprising about this? It's just that I'm just confused."

"No, no, no, association ability is very important to the police."

"You're talking about reasoning."

“Associated as important.”

"you're right."

Yang Ke didn't want to argue with Ming Jiayi about this.

He already knew everything he wanted to know.

The place where Han Shi was hospitalized was the Sanji Hospital in Jieshi where Song Xinlu worked.

Perhaps he could use Song Xinlu as a breakthrough to find a way to get in touch with Han Shi's quarantine.

However, the premise is that the place where Han Shi and the others were isolated is still in that hospital.

"Officer Ming, can you send me a photo of the doctor? You need the latest one."

"The photo? That's right. You're afraid of finding the wrong person, right? I'll send it to you later."

"Thank you, then I'll hang up first."

"I won't say it anymore, okay, bye."

Yang Ke hung up the phone and took the subway.

After a while, he received a photo from Ming Jiayi.

Song Xinlu in the photo is much older than seven years ago, but there is generally no obvious change.

When he returned to the community, when he passed by the third floor, the landlord did not come out, which made Yang Ke breathe a sigh of relief.

Then he returned to the room, originally wanting to take out the hat first, but then he thought, he might as well take this opportunity to try whether the little skeleton could take out all three pieces of sets.

"Little Skeleton, take out my three-piece set."

The little skeleton poked his little head out of the wall of the room, looked at Yang Ke, and then shrank back.

Nearly twenty minutes passed, the little skeleton flew out of the wall and then fell heavily on the bed.

It hugged Yang Ke's three-piece set tightly in its arms, and its head was shaking irregularly, which made Yang Ke unable to understand at all.

"Speak slowly, what exactly happened?"

"Oh, you were discovered by the One-Eyed Book, and it made me quickly return the two extra items."

"If I don't return it, can it come out?"

"No, then what's up with it? Don't worry about it. I'll put it on first."

Yang Ke took off his coat, then put on his windbreaker, put on a top hat, and held a cane and a sword in his hand.

The first time she wore such a style in reality, Yang Ke felt that she finally looked like a hunter.

If he is paired with a cooler mask, he can completely transform into a hunter [Black Coffin] and walk in the dark night to eliminate evil.

Unfortunately, there is no big mirror at home, so he can't see the effect of his whole body.

But that's enough, at least Yang Ke feels very secure now.

He sat on the bed wearing a windbreaker and holding a crutch-sword, and began to imagine what Song Xinlu looked like in his mind.

After a moment, Yang Ke's eyes turned and he appeared in a hospital corridor.

Song Xinlu stood at the corner of the corridor, leaning against the wall, holding a test report in his hand.

Yang Ke couldn't see the contents of the test report, but he could feel that Song Xinlu was very depressed.

Song Xinlu took out the cigarette box from his pocket and wanted to take out a cigarette to smoke, but as soon as he took it out, he was suddenly snatched away by one hand and threw it into the trash can next to him.

He looked up and found that it was Liang Jun who stopped him.

Song Xinlu said very depressedly: "Can't even smoke here?"

Liang Jun took the test form from Song Xinlu, and his expression became a little serious.

"This is the test report on No. 21. How long do you think his situation can last?"

"I am just a psychologist, how do I know? I don't understand why you can't tell the truth to these quarantined people. Just say that they may have been infected with the disease because of the blood and blood. Is it necessary to go around me and arrange them to come to me for psychological treatment one by one? Isn't all their psychological problems now caused by you?"

Liang Jun quickly covered Song Xinlu's mouth. He looked around and whispered: "This matter is of great importance. It is considered the public opinion that may ferment, so it cannot be easily let them know. And I am just on orders. Do you think I am willing to do such a chore?"

Song Xinlu sneered: "Ha, who doesn't know that Liang Jun is famous for his big challenge? This time, this incident may be very consistent with your appetite."

"How can you say that to me? We have known each other for so many years."

Song Xinlu suddenly fell into silence, and then his emotions became complicated.

Yang Ke thought Song Xinlu had thought of some memories of the two, but his next words surprised him.

"Have the memory of the man named Yang Ke not recovered yet?"

Liang Jun frowned and said, "Why do you still remember this? It has been seven years since then. Let him forget what he should have forgotten."

"How can I forget that Yang Pengfei's diagnosis was given by me personally. How did you forget me? I just said that I found out that I had a wrong diagnosis afterwards, but because I was afraid of losing my job, I didn't say it?"
To be continued...