The so-called "will be a blessing if you lose your horse" is not a blessing, the so-called misfortune is the basis of good fortune, and the so-called "will be a blessing in disguise".

Wu Jun is a typical representative of these words.

Not only because he made such a fuss about it, he later robbed his daughter of a glimmer of hope, but also because of his broken cell phone.

His phone has been using it for four or five years, and the touch screen is so insensitive that it doesn't respond except when pressing it with your finger, it works.

When answering the phone, the hands-free, silent, video, and recording frequency is unexpectedly turned on because the cheek touches the phone screen, causing the hands-free, silent, video, and recording.

When Wu Jun answered the call from the "staff" yesterday, he was lucky enough to touch the recording button.

He himself didn't know about this, or was the recording file found when the police checked his mobile phone.

The sound was a little distorted by the voice changer, but in the hands of the police, it was no problem to restore such an audio.

The audio restore time is much earlier than Jing Zeheng got the account information.

But the problem is that audio information cannot directly lock the suspect's identity like fingerprints and video evidence. After all, the sound database is very small, and it is difficult to use it to determine the suspect.

But when the suspect is locked, it is easy and convincing to identify it with audio evidence.

The restored recording has no beginning or end, but the sound in it is very easy to recognize.

Qi Jin looked at the recording pen and found it hard to believe that he had lost to the recording master for two consecutive days.

The entire living room was in a strange silence, and even Qi Bai was speechless, sitting there blankly, as if he was lost.

On the contrary, although Qi Song frowned and had a serious expression, there was no tension in his eyes.

After a while, Mr. Qi asked, "What else do you have to say?"

Qi Jin closed his eyes and remained calm as usual: "No, I did it."

It seemed that she knew she was unable to turn things around, so she admitted it very simply, without any fear, and didn't even look at Shen Fanyin.

Mr. Qi turned directly to Jing Zeheng: "Aheng, you decide what to do."

"I am not a judge and have no right to judge."

Jing Zeheng's expression was plain, and he put one hand on Shen Fanyin's back so that she would not lean directly on the sofa and hurt herself.

A chuckled at the corner of his mouth and continued, "I'm here, just for Qi Yan's sake, so that you can be mentally prepared."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sirens came from outside the door.

The sirens were heard one after another, and it sounded particularly safe.

Shen Fanyin turned her head and looked at Jing Zeheng. She still didn't understand what the sentence he told her before entering the door meant "no need to be scruples".

She didn't care about it, but he didn't give her room to play!

The words were said, the evidence was taken by him, and she sat here, like a mascot.

The police came in quickly and brought arrest warrants and search warrants.

Mr. Qi did not stop him, and even cooperated very much to take the police to Qi Jin's yard.

The police found a mobile phone from Qi Jin's bedroom that supported the use of overseas phone cards, and the call record above was solid evidence.

However, just as the police handcuffed Qi Jin's wrist, Qi Song stood up.

"Comrade Police," Qi Song had a strange smile on his lips, "My niece made a mistake..."

"This is a crime," the police frowned and made a serious correction. "Instigating others to commit suicide can be treated with intentional homicide."

"Yes, yes, it's my tongue," Qi Song nodded repeatedly, but his smile became stronger and stronger. "But Qi Jin has a mental disorder and was diagnosed five years ago."

As he said that, he winked at Qi Bai: "Go and get the medical records for the police."

Qi Bai came to his senses, responded and said, "Wait" and ran quickly to his bedroom.

Chen Fanyin's eyes were dim. She remembered what Luo Rou said yesterday that Qi Jin was a lunatic.

But, is it possible that Qi Jin let her go again and again because she is sick?

She looked at Qi Jin and saw her looking at her with a playful look.

The eyes seemed to say: The future is long, let's take a look.

Chen Fanyin's brows frowned a little more tightly.

She has no discrimination against mentally ill patients and can even play well with them.

But this does not mean that she is willing to have a long life with someone like Qi Jin.

She just wanted to kick her without any strength to turn over.

Qi Bai came back very quickly, carrying a thick stack of medical records and said seriously: "Comrade Police, this is the medical record I have taken Qi Jin to see a doctor over the years. Well, many hospitals have also visited famous doctors."

The policeman took it and looked through it carefully for a while, his brows frowned.

After a moment of silence, the police said: "We take the medical records back to verify that you are her father, both as a guardian, and you have to go to the police station with us."

Qi Bai seemed to have been used to this process, so he nodded immediately, without any intention of defending, just glaring at Qi Jin fiercely.

After seeing off the police, Mr. Qi sat back on the sofa, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

His expression was very calm, and he asked Chen Fanyin with a smile: "Fanyin, is this easy to solve the impact on you? Do you need me, the old man, to help you?"

Chen Fanyin chuckled and looked at him and asked, "Grandpa Qi, what kind of disease does Qi Jin have?"

"Oh," Mr. Qi's expression was very casual, "parassimilar personality disorder and a bit violent."

Chen Fanyin was speechless.

Lu Lu once talked to her about the symptoms of paranoid personality disorder, such as suspicion and jealousy, stubborn self-centeredness, extreme and aggressiveness.

Well, Qi Jin took it all.

When she was thinking about Qi Jin's condition, she suddenly had an idea and understood what Jing Zeheng meant.

She slowly raised the corner of her mouth, looked at Mr. Qi and said, "Grandpa Qi, I know a very good psychologist. Do you want to recommend it to her?"

Mr. Qi shrugged: "What a great expert has seen it, it's useless."

He didn't care about Qi Jin's illness at all. Perhaps he didn't think it was a disease at all, but a gold medal for avoiding death.

Chen Fanyin smiled: "Whether it is useful or not, she will have to see a doctor after all. This time she just attacked the reputation of the Case Hotel because she was dissatisfied with your punishment. What if you hit her next time? Her psychological condition is unstable. What if you hurt you?"

Old Qi's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

He remembered that he really beat Qi Jin yesterday.

"You are good for your children and grandchildren, but you may not appreciate it." Chen Fanyin stared into his eyes and said slowly.

Old Qi opened his mouth, trying to say anything, but he felt that everything he said seemed pale and powerless.

Chen Fanyin covered his shoulders in fear and turned to look at Jing Zeheng: "Brother, take me home. I had nightmares last night. In the dream, Qi Jin was not holding a brush, but a knife."

After she said that, she grabbed Jing Zeheng's sleeve and stood up, and waved to Mr. Qi politely: "Grandpa Qi, we will say goodbye first, please take good care of yourself."

Mr. Qi: “…”

I always feel that she looks at her as if she is looking at a dying person!

Perhaps Chen Fanyin's words were too straightforward. Not long after they left, Mr. Qi said to Qi Song: "You go to contact a private mental hospital. When Qi Jin is released, you can send her in directly."

Qi Song's mouth still had a smile on his face: "Okay."

He didn't care whether this niece was dead or alive. He only knew that his plan was completed very well.

Of course he wouldn't know that he was perfect, it was just that someone wanted him perfect.

"Brother, why do I think Uncle Qi actually wants to send Qi Jin to a mental hospital?"
Chapter completed!