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The man's smile faded, there was a haze in his eyes, but his voice was still gentle: "No one taught you to smile and talk to others, you're disobedient again."

"lay down."

"boom!"

The photo fell to the ground.

The glass is shattered!

The man punched Wen Cenjiang hard in the abdomen, and his voice was harsh and pitiful: "Why are you talking to your father? You are always a dog raised by me, have you forgotten?"

Abdominal pain.

Instead, Wen Cenjiang tasted a distorted sense of reality of life.

He lowered his eyes, looking elegant and elegant under his silver lenses.

"What a coincidence, Father."

Wen Cenjiang held down the man's head and slammed it against the wall. He ripped open his shirt and tie with one hand, and his face was splattered with blood, like a demon.

The tone of voice is gentle and elegant.

"I just happen to be in a bad mood today."

"Uncle!" When Shen Hangchao pushed the door open, he saw an extremely horrifying picture.

The bloody knife.

Stab a middle-aged man in the abdomen.

Blood kept flowing out.

Stained the floor red.

And Wen Cenjiang stood expressionlessly in front of the man, with the light behind him, his face could not be seen clearly, and his hands were covered in blood.

There was also a pair of broken silver-rimmed glasses on the ground.

"Tick."

Blood fell from his fingertips.

11:29 am.

The weather in Nanqiao is always gloomy and cold.

The man was pushed out of the operating room and his life was saved. The police stood in front of the hospital bed and asked questions.

Shu Xiangnan hurried over and saw Wen Cenjiang standing next to him with his shirt stained with blood, and his heart sank again and again.

"Wen Cen Jiang."

He raised his head, his eyes unfocused, and his voice was calm, but he recognized her: "Sorry, I can't see clearly without my glasses."

The policeman said: "Are you?"

"He's my patient."

Smell Cen Jiang. It is Shu Xiangnan who has encountered the most difficult patient in all his years of working in the psychology industry.

When she first treated Wen Cenjiang.

He is thirteen years old.

It was the year his mother died.

Bipolar disorder, paranoid personality disorder accompanies bipolar disorder.

I suffered from insomnia all night long and collapsed, and then I grew up.

What's amazing is that he is becoming more and more like his father and knows how to disguise himself.

Later I learned that he was in love for the first time.

She met his girlfriend one-sidedly.

She is a very bright and kind girl.

Shu Xiangnan thought he was fine for a while.

Until he asked her to prescribe medicine.

She knew he was still sick.

"Did your son do it?" the policeman asked.

The man was lying on the hospital bed, slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"No," he said hoarsely, "I wanted to commit suicide myself, but my son - stopped me."

Wen Cenjiang looked at him.

Each other's eyes were filled with turmoil.

Wen Cenjiang: "I did it, I will kill him."

"If you have asked his psychiatrist, you should know that his mental state is extremely unstable." The man said sincerely.

The police went out to talk to the psychiatrist.

The man closed his eyes for a long time and said, "Cen Jiang, do you want to eat dumplings?"

"Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year."

The sky outside the window looks like a storm is coming.

"Make way, give in!" Miao Yujia hurried over and suddenly stopped when she saw the figure sitting on the chair in the hospital corridor.

She clenched her palms and stepped forward cautiously: "Wen Lv?"

Wen Cenjiang was hunched over, with his hands folded on his knees, resting on the bridge of his nose, as if he was asleep. His white shirt was still splattered with dark blood, which was very seeping.

Miao Yujia knelt down and looked at the slight folds between his brows. She stretched out her hand, but before she even touched his brows, he had already opened his eyes coldly.