Host, You're Targeted

"How is it going?"

When Qin Cong arrived at the hospital, Fu Jiyao was holding his arm and guarding the bedside of the comatose woman.

He raised his head and looked at Qin Cong, shaking his head lightly, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

"Did you find her family?" Fu Jiyao asked in a low voice.

Qin Cong shook his head, "no mobile phone number, no identity information, it is difficult to find her family."

As soon as the voice dropped, Qin Cong's mobile phone rang.

The call came from the Qingmu police station, saying that the police station had received a call from a woman friend suspected of jumping off a building.

The video of the woman jumping off a building has spread on the Internet, and Liang Jingyi, who gives her first aid, went on a hot search.

The woman's friend saw the video and recognized her and called the police station to ask about the information about the woman who jumped from the building.

"So, you give me her friend's phone number, I'll contact her friend, and you can contact her family through her personal identification information provided by her friend."

Hang up the phone, Qin Cong let Fu Jiyao continue to watch here, holding his mobile phone to go outside.

Ten minutes later, the woman's friend finally arrived at the hospital.

"What's the matter with her, do you know?" Asked Qin Cong.

When her friend was about to talk, she woke up.

Wake up to see themselves in the hospital, the woman's mood is not as excited as before.

Perhaps it was jumping over the building and really felt the panic feeling of being in the air. The woman looked at Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong, and the first sentence was sorry.

Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong simply took her back to the police station and made a detailed record of today's jump.

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on the other side, Wang Ziyu helped Liang Jingyi lock the suspect through the surveillance video.

After locking down the suspect, Wang Ziyu patted Liang Jingyi on the shoulder and comforted him and said, "in this way, you go back first, we will inform you to come and pick it up after we find the suitcase."

After Liang Jingyi left the police station, Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong returned to the police station with a woman who jumped from a building and her friends.

After taking people into the room to make notes, Fu Jiyao and Qin Cong finally realized what kind of thing it was.

After breaking up with her boyfriend, the woman's emotional pressure couldn't be relieved. She was in a low mood all day. After looking for several nonstandard depression scales on the Internet, she found out that she had moderate depression.

The long-term psychological pressure that could not be relieved finally forced her to commit suicide by jumping off a building.

The woman said and began to cry. Her friend quickly pulled out the paper towel from the bag and handed it to her.

Qin Cong and Fu Jiyao both looked at the weeping woman and did not speak for a moment.

There are many ways to vent pressure, and crying is also a way.

Everyone with negative energy emotions is a small bomb, and the fuse of this bomb has always been under their feet.

The invisible external pressure from family, environment and society will gradually devour the long lead and slowly approach the edge of explosion.

When the wire is finally burned out, the negative energy will explode in an instant, driving people to the road of self-understanding.

No one has the right to judge whether their actions are right, just as no one can go into their hearts and see the interior of their mottled atrium.

In the face of life, most people are illiterate who lack words.