It rained heavily at noon on Thursday.

Blue wind warnings and yellow lightning warnings were received on everyone's mobile phones.

Muchun stared out the window. In this weather, few patients would be willing to come to the hospital to see the psychosomatic department.

Liu Tiantian ran up to the fifth floor with three boxes of curry rice, and he was so flustered that he almost spilled the miso soup on the ground.

He said it was because of the rain and ordered takeout for everyone. Liu Tiantian diligently distributed the lunch boxes to Muchun and Chu Sisi.

"The ingredients of this Kyojima restaurant are said to be very fresh. The pork chops are cooked just right without losing their flavor due to being fried for too long. The tempura is also very delicious. You can really eat the octopus meat in the octopus balls."

Muchun and Chu Sisi each had their own thoughts, so they didn't say anything. They opened the lunch boxes and started eating in silence.

Chu Sisi's worries were naturally related to her mother Zhang Mei. The Geng Meng incident had not yet completely passed, and something like this happened again at Uncle Liu's house. Chu Sisi even felt a little scared.

"Have you all seen the video? I have the latest news."

Liu Tiantian put his mobile phone on the table.

In less than two hours, the number of views on YouTube has reached tens of millions. More importantly, you can watch YouTube videos without a VPN, and Weibo is already abuzz.

Such a terrible thing happened in Yuanhai, which really frightened the citizens who had always lived and worked in peace and contentment.

Although such news was released after adjustments, it still attracted the attention of almost everyone.

It may be an exaggeration to say that people in the streets are talking about this matter, but netizens have probably seen the news.

Of course Liu Tiantian will not miss it.

A bolt of lightning pierced the midday sky.

It seemed as if it had landed on the windowsill.

"Terrible." Liu Tiantian whispered.

"This is even more terrifying than the last suicide live broadcast. What's wrong with people now? They like to live broadcast for nothing. Fortunately, this person named Liu Mei did not commit suicide and dismember her body."

puff!

"Eat, eat, pork chops." Muchun lamented.

"Doctor Mu, how many parts do you think a pork chop should be cut into?"

"Three swords, four strips." Muchun replied.

"Where is that person?" Liu Tiantian immediately asked.

Muchun raised his head and glanced at Liu Tiantian's face, then looked at her lunch box, which was already empty.

"You're eating too fast, Tiantian." Chu Sisi hadn't even taken a few bites of rice, and Liu Tiantian had already finished eating the pork chop without taking a bite.

"Doctor Mu, how many parts do you think a person should be cut into?"

"Head, chest, abdomen, waist, thighs and calves."

After Muchun finished speaking calmly, he picked up the miso soup and took a sip.

"The police went to find the body of the Jingdao man according to the video content. Now a part is missing. I have posted the article in the group. It is said that the residents are now scared to death because they are afraid that they will see it when taking out the garbage or opening the door.

There was a red garbage bag at the door of my house."

The red garbage bag Liu Tiantian mentioned was the garbage bag Liu Mei used to put Ikeda Chi's body. According to Liu Mei's self-report, the police found Ikeda Chichi in the Linhai No. 3 abandoned factory, Qingshan Road No. 1 river, bathtub and Lanhai Park trash can.

However, during the forensic examination, it was discovered that part of the body was missing.

The missing part is the chest area.

"Does that mean the heart was not found?" Mu Chun asked.

"Awesome, as expected of Dr. Mu, it is true that the heart part was not found."

"Did Liu Mei say she didn't know where she was?" Muchun asked again.

"She didn't say she didn't know where she was. What the news said was that the suspect didn't answer. It felt like a deliberate provocation and a bit of a deliberate puzzle, so I was particularly curious about this matter."

Liu Tiantian knew that Muchun was familiar with all kinds of mystery novels, and she was also a fan of novels. When encountering such a real case, Liu Tiantian became even more interested. Even Liu Dandan, who had not talked in the group for a long time, was invited by Liu Tiantian to join the discussion.

"Have you seen the faint comments in the group? He is suspected to be a copycat."

"It's possible." Muchun nodded happily.

"Really? What is that a parody of? Is it a novel or a movie?"

Copycat crime refers to the act of implementing a criminal plan based on the criminal methods of others.

For example, the dismemberment itself is definitely not original, but is it not a copycat crime? This requires a more comprehensive collection of crime-related information. However, these matters are a matter for the police and criminologists. So Mu Chun told the excited Liu Tiantian, "Wait until she says it herself"

Just come out and you’ll be fine.”

Liu Tiantian said she believed Liu Mei would never tell her, and she bet 50 yuan.

Chu Sisi was a little disgusted with Liu Tiantian talking about Liu Mei like this. Unfortunately, this disgust was meaningless, because Chu Sisi knew that Liu Mei had taken the video herself and put it on the Internet. Of course she knew what it would bring. Maybe everyone now

They were all discussing her case, which was exactly what she wanted.

What is Chu Sisi worried about?

Is it Liu Mei?

no.

She was always worried about her mother, Zhang Mei.

The rain continued to fall with no intention of stopping.

After dinner, Liu Tiantian was still in the group analyzing the case with Liu Dandan. The group of Huayuanqiao Detective Agency was buzzing non-stop, and now it really seemed like it had become a real detective agency.

Chu Sisi struggled for a while. Seeing that Mu Chun was holding a novel and it didn't look like she was busy with work, she tried to ask, "Teacher, why does domestic violence occur?"

"Because the violent tendency is too serious." Liu Tiantian said angrily.

"Violent tendencies? But some people in the company are very kind-hearted and don't seem to have any violent tendencies at all. They are completely gentle. Why do people like that also engage in domestic violence?"

"Some men have no problems in daily interpersonal relationships. They understand the rules, play both sides, and are even happy to everyone. They have no antisocial personality at all, and they don't seem to be violent.

But they are not equally friendly to everyone. They will target a certain person, a close partner, with vicious words, ravage feelings, inflict mental violence, and even physical violence against the other person.

After all, these people still have a friendly side, so they will alternate between violence and kindness, or even violence and docility.

Domestic violence occurs in the morning, and in the afternoon you beg and apologize sincerely. Women are easily overwhelmed by this repetition."

"But Liu Mei didn't say anything about Ikeda's domestic violence in the video. She should have yelled about the domestic violence and even produced evidence. In this way, wouldn't it make everyone sympathize with her?"

I have to say that Liu Tiantian’s idea is reasonable.

Chu Sisi also agreed. She couldn't understand why Liu Mei made such a video but didn't say what happened to her. It didn't seem to do her any good at all.

Moreover, her expression, tone of voice and relaxed and natural posture throughout the video made Chu Sisi feel numb in her back when watching it.

"Did mom come here this morning? I seemed to hear her voice when I was receiving patients. This set of drums was sent by mom, right?"

Muchun stood up, took a bottle of soda water and walked back to his seat, "Lawyer Zhang came here in the morning. The weather was still very good at that time, but there were already signs of a heavy rain coming."

Outside the funeral home, Chen Fulou and Ding Lan had been crying all day and night holding their son's ashes. It was at a place like the door of the funeral home that they felt it was not shameful to cry for their dead son.

But some people still asked them to leave because the funeral home was also closed and they couldn't stay inside at night.

People come and go with different sorrows, and no one knows how important each other's lost relatives are in life.

But the pain of sending a person with white hair to a person with black hair will probably always be at the forefront of losing a loved one.

Such a comparison is inevitably a bit cruel. In fact, losing any close relative is an extremely difficult thing to bear. A child loses his parents and a husband loses his wife.

Humans are not good at facing death.

Human beings are afraid of facing death.

Human beings escape death.

In spring, hundreds of flowers bloom, and the power of life is in the catkins, the brightness of the petals, and the pollen on the bodies of butterflies and bees.

The plant cultivation in the funeral parlor is very good and makes people feel like visiting a park.

The pavilions are far apart, so when a funeral ceremony is held, the cries will not spread outside the pavilion.

Chen Fulou and his wife Ding Lan hid in a corner. When they were tired from crying, they fell asleep and continued to cry when they woke up.

The next day, Thursday morning, they were invited outside the museum. They cried all night at the bus stop in front of the museum, sitting like mushrooms on the stainless steel benches at the bus stop.

At noon, a heavy downpour fell from the sky.

Amidst the strong wind and thunder, Chen Fulou woke up and stopped crying. He knew that his son would never come back.

"Wife, wife, don't cry, we still have things to do." Looking at the deserted streets in the heavy rain, Chen Fulou suddenly became energetic.

There seemed to be endless tears in Ding Lan's deeply sunken eyes.

My cheeks tingled and it was difficult to open my eyelids.

During the heavy rain, her presbyopic eyes became increasingly blurry.

Holding Chen Feng's urn, she refused to talk to Chen Fulou and refused to hear any noise that disturbed her relationship with her son.

People immersed in grief lock themselves up with memories, and they seem to be still with the dead in a world.
To be continued...