Chapter 262： Medical records (1/2)

[Horrible +1, what is this...]

[Really scared me. . 】

There is a lot of discussion about this video on the Internet, and the topic continues to increase.

At this time, in the villa.

Ming Siran reached out and pushed open Luo Qiao's room door, and walked in with long legs.

The man's gaze was quiet, his gaze flicked across the room, his breath was deep.

Numerous clues from the investigation all point to a certain result.

But he still needs a stronger evidence to prove all his speculations.

There are countless skin care products and cosmetics on the table in Luo Qiao's room, two pieces of clothes are thrown at random on the soft big bed, and fashion magazines are placed on the bedside, not too neat, but everywhere revealing the atmosphere of a girl's life.

His gaze fell on the table, he raised his leg and walked over, took the pile of materials she had placed on it, and opened it.

The room was quiet, and time passed by. The puppet cat came in from outside, raised his head, and meowed at him.

Ming Siran glanced at it, and put his slender white fingers on the back of his neck and picked it up.

The moment he got up, his gaze caught the bottom of the cabinet——

A crumpled list was stuffed in the gap, and the word ”diagnosis” on it was clearly visible.

His movements paused.

The scene not long ago flashed through his mind, his eyes slowly narrowed, put down the puppet cat, and walked over to take the piece of paper.

The paper unfolded, and the words on it came into view:

Medical records.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and a certain premonition came to his heart.

After a two-second pause, his gaze slowly slipped.

...

Name: Luo Qiao.

Clinic department: Psychiatry.

Psychiatry.

When he saw these three words, Ming Siran's pupils shrank suddenly. Although he had guessed, the moment he really saw it, his heart still seemed to be tightly tightened by a pair of big hands, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

The room was extremely quiet, and it was disturbing.

It took a long time for Ming Siran to move. He stretched out his hand and unbuttoned a button, saying that it was a solution. It was more appropriate to pull it. There was a rough element in the action. The Adam's apple rolled gently, and his breath was depressed and heavy.

His gaze moved down, and finally fell on the inspection date.

April 7th, XX.

...It was only two weeks after the breakup that year.

Ming Siran's finger joints with the checklist were white, and the tall and straight figure was shrouded in the sunlight, and the fluctuating emotions around his body could be felt far away.

He closed his eyes, and all the faces of women passed by.

Bright, arrogant, and soft, the cat-like woman, who should have been pampered and loved in her palm, was suffering alone in a foreign country.

”...Sometimes there will be women's screams from Miss Luo's house, as if it is painful...”

Verbatim, like a knife, fell on the tip of his heart.

He could not imagine how she spent the days and nights with only one person.

The phone in his pocket was vibrating, and Ming Siran's eyes were covered with red blood. After a long while, he took out the phone, glanced at the number displayed on it, swiped his finger, and pressed answer.

Low and hoarse voice: ”Hello?”