"Boss Lin, please don't go bankrupt because of my situation. I couldn't bear it," Zhao Yan said nervously.
How much would that batch of medical equipment cost?
Lin Xihang replied, "Master Zhao, you worry too much. Our company conducts public welfare activities from time to time, and donating medical equipment to psychiatric hospitals is one of them."
Zhao Yan patted her chest, relieved.
"Xinxin, go ask the front desk doctor where Qian Chuntao is," Zhao Yan said softly.
Wu Jiaxin said "Okay" and quickly walked towards the front desk.
While waiting, Zhao Yan reached into her bag and took out a talisman.
"Boss Lin, could you please push me to a shady spot?" Zhao Yan asked.
Lin Xihang nodded and pushed Zhao Yan to the shade of a large tree.
"Boss Lin, I'm suddenly thirsty," Zhao Yan said.
Lin Xihang replied, "I have water in my car. I'll go get it for you."
"Thank you, Boss Lin."
Lin Xihang said it was nothing and walked away quickly.
After Lin Xihang left, Zhao Yan held the talisman and stuck it to herself, softly chanting.
A minute later, the talisman in her hand emitted a faint light that flashed and disappeared.
A faint mist instantly appeared around her.
If anyone else were present, they would surely see that Zhao Yan's shadow had visibly changed.
"I borrow your eyes, and I will naturally provide for you."
"After the deed is done, one ox and three sheep, how about that!"
"Three oxen? Can you eat that much? Alright! It's a deal then."
"Whoosh."
A gust of cold wind dispersed, and her shadow returned to normal.
"Three hours should be enough," Zhao Yan said softly.
Lin Xihang walked over, helped her unscrew the bottle cap, and handed the water to Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan took a sip, holding the bottle of mineral water in her hand.
At the same time, Wu Jiaxin had finished inquiring and walked towards her.
"Sister Zhao, I've found out. She's in Room 3 of Building 2."
"Alright, Boss Lin, please push me there."
The closer they got, the more chaotic the sounds became.
Some psychiatric patients were shouting loudly, while others were banging their heads against the wall with a thudding sound.
Another psychiatric patient held a shoe to their ear, claiming to be an alien, saying "WeChat v300, return to Mars." After the mission, they would come with a starship to rule Earth and appoint you as the global president.
Zhao Yan's lips couldn't help but curve slightly. The environment felt familiar, like coming home.
"Sister Zhao, Room 3, Number 6 is just ahead," Wu Jiaxin said to Zhao Yan.
"Okay," Zhao Yan replied.
Upon entering the room, Zhao Yan said, "Xinxin, Boss Lin, please wait outside for a moment. I need to talk to her about something."
"It's not safe, Sister Zhao," Wu Jiaxin whispered in her ear.
"She's a psychiatric patient. If your eyesight is poor and you get attacked, what then?"
"Yes, Xinxin is right."
Zhao Yan said, "Then you wait by the door. I'll call you if anything happens."
Wu Jiaxin replied, "Alright then, Sister Zhao. You must call us if you need anything."
Zhao Yan said softly, "Oh, right, Xinxin, before you leave, tell me what she's doing?"
Wu Jiaxin looked up at Qian Chuntao in front of her.
Qian Chuntao sat on the bed, her gaze vacant. She held a mirror in her hand and kept giggling foolishly at her reflection.
Her hair was disheveled, she wore a patient gown, and she would occasionally shake her head and nod.
"She's giggling at herself."
"Okay, I understand," Zhao Yan said.
Wu Jiaxin followed Lin Xihang out of the room.
Qian Chuntao glanced at Zhao Yan, then continued to look at her reflection in the mirror.
Zhao Yan placed her hands on the wheelchair and pushed it forward.
With a bang, the wheelchair hit the wall, and she stopped.
"Hello, Qian Chuntao. My name is Zhao Yan. I'm here today regarding the events of 1996. I'm very interested in this matter," Zhao Yan said, reaching out towards the wall.
Qian Chuntao ignored her, stood up with the mirror, and shouted behind her in a deranged manner, "Big airplane, I want to ride a big airplane!"
Zhao Yan continued to herself, "You must have been good friends with the victim, Zhang Wenwen. You probably know a lot about her."
"Actually, I had a few questions in mind when I came."
"I'd like to discuss these questions with you."
"Why is the first murder case so different from the others?"
"According to the killer's habits, they wouldn't just bludgeon the victim to death. It's like when a cat plays with a mouse; it only kills it after it's tired of playing."
"This killer enjoys the process. That's why they chose glass shards and used the difficult method of backflow."
"So I suspect the first murder wasn't committed by the killer, but by someone else. The killer was just disposing of the body for someone else at the time."
"That's why the killer habitually dragged the body, and then suddenly started carrying it on their back."
Zhao Yan seemed to be talking to Qian Chuntao, but also as if she were talking to herself.
"Woohoo, what a big airplane, the big airplane flies and flies!" Qian Chuntao continued to shout.
If someone were present, they would notice that, unlike before, Qian Chuntao's shouts were surprisingly calm.
Her vacant eyes suddenly narrowed, and although she was spouting nonsense, she slowly moved closer to Zhao Yan.
She first waved her hand in front of Zhao Yan, and her face instantly turned grim.
Zhao Yan continued to speak to the wall, "So I'm guessing, perhaps someone was jealous of Zhang Wenwen, or there were disputes, and they hit Zhang Wenwen from behind with a single blow."
"To catch someone completely off guard, only someone very close would do that. And her boyfriend was at work, so it must have been you."
"You killed the victim, and then you called the killer to help you dispose of Zhang Wenwen's body. To avoid suspicion, you had to pretend to be mentally ill, and you've been hiding for over twenty years."
"This is also why the killer, who was vicious, didn't kill you."
"Because you two were in cahoots."
Zhao Yan said, propping up her chin.
Qian Chuntao extended her hand and slowly placed it on Zhao Yan's neck, her eyes revealing murderous intent.
Zhao Yan continued, "But this is just a guess."
"Perhaps you saw the killer commit the murder and were so frightened that you became mentally unstable."
Qian Chuntao's grim expression gradually disappeared. She slowly withdrew her hand, took a few steps back, and shouted, "Big airplane, I have a big airplane, I am a big airplane! Hey, hey, hey, what are you talking about? Haha, you don't have a big airplane!"
Zhao Yan twisted the wheelchair, bringing her closer to the bed.
"Which kind of Qian Chuntao do you think you are?"