Doomsday Hoarding Gourmet

Chapter 195 The Painter and the Psychiatrist

When Chen Yuanyuan pushed open the door and entered the seventh floor, she was trying to find the source of the sound when the door of Room 702 suddenly opened.

"Who!"

"Mr. Fang?" Chen Yuanyuan saw Vice Chairman Fang wearing gold-rimmed glasses coming out of Room 702.

"You are Ms. Chen, the owner of the twelfth floor? Why are you here?" Vice Chairman Fang's glasses were covered with cracks on one side, and colorful paint was splashed from head to toe, and he looked in a mess.

"I just heard screams, what happened?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"Mr. Cai, the painter, has not been in a good mental state. I just went to give him food, and suddenly he fell ill again. Now there is no way to get psychotropic drugs for him. The condition is difficult to control." Vice-Chairman Fang said.

"Did he get any stimulation?" Chen Yuanyuan thought of the crazy painter who lived on the first floor when he was patrolling the building, and asked straightforwardly without going around in circles.

"It is estimated that many people died during the typhoon. The house on the first floor was soaked by rain, and he rarely communicated with others. The pressure was too great and he became schizophrenic." Vice Chairman Fang said.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. Now it's so difficult to take care of a patient." Chen Yuanyuan pretended to praise, but she also questioned it in her heart.

In the extreme weather now, ordinary people are walking like ice just to survive by themselves.

Vice Chairman Fang spends time taking care of a painter who is not related by blood, has no ability and no contribution, either it is the Holy Mother, or there is another purpose.

Although the vice chairman of the other party didn't know much about it, according to Chen Yuanyuan's feeling of the vice chairman of the other party, this person probably had malicious intentions.

"As a psychiatrist, I don't have the ability to treat others, so I should do my little bit for Building No. [-]." Vice Chairman Fang said with a smile.

"It's rare to have someone who loves the neighbors like you in Building No. [-]!" Chen Yuanyuan said goodbye to the vice chairman after a few words.

When mentioning the painter, she thought of Xiaomei, a female college student who died tragically in 902. Chen Yuanyuan decided in her heart that she should not delay any longer and start an investigation as soon as possible, at least to find out who is the hidden murderer in the building so as to prevent it.

After Chen Yuanyuan left the 7th floor, she went directly to Room 401 to accompany He Yuehua for the consultation.

The occupants of room 401 were four female college students who lived in a group rented room. When the two people in the living room saw Chen Yuanyuan's visit, they nodded their heads.

Chen Yuanyuan saw that the two people in the living room were pale and thin, and they didn't look like young people at all. They didn't seem to be doing very well, but at least they survived.

"Where's my companion?" Chen Yuanyuan asked.

"In the room facing south, I'll take you there." A short-haired girl said.

When I entered the room, I saw He Yuehua was consulting the patient.

"Is she in a bad condition?" Xiao Ding asked nervously looking at the frowning He Yuehua.

"Long-term malnutrition, coupled with the cold air entering the body, has dragged on for a long time." He Yuehua said.

"Can she be cured? How can I take care of her?" Xiao Ding asked.

"I'll give her the needle first, and I'll teach you how to take care of her later." He Yuehua put away her pulse-taking hand and said.

He Yuehua picked up the silver needle in the medicine box and prepared to give it, while Xiaoding, who had been chattering just now, also quieted down, watching nervously from the side.

The girl lying on the bed was slowly unbuttoned by He Yuehua, her cheeks were flushed unnaturally, and there was even a puff of white smoke in the cold room.

He Yuehua next to the bed was not very skilled in identifying the acupuncture points, but once the position was determined, the needle dropped steadily and quickly.

About 15 minutes later, the girl on the bed burst into sweat. After He Yuehua pulled out the needles one by one, she asked Xiao Ding to put her clothes back on.

"When will she wake up? She has been in a coma for a day." Xiao Ding asked worriedly.

"I can't guarantee the time to wake up, but she will be sweating for a while and the fever will gradually subside. You remember to feed her to drink more water. I will come back tomorrow and give her another injection." He Yuehua warned.

"Okay, thank you! Thank you!" Xiaoding said.

When Chen Yuanyuan saw that He Yuehua had finished giving the needles, she left room 401 with her.

The two returned to the twelfth floor along the road, during which He Yuehua asked about the screams just now, Chen Yuanyuan was afraid that the partition wall had ears, so he asked He Yuehua to go back to the twelfth floor.

The two went to Chen Yuanyuan's home together. Chen Yuanyuan took out a pack of Baodao Alishan coffee beans from the space, and He Yuehua went to the kitchen to make two cups of coffee skillfully.

"What happened just now on the seventh floor?" He Yuehua saw Chen Yuanyuan take out a mobile phone and charge it on the dining table.

Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua about meeting Vice Chairman Fang just now, and also briefly described the situation of painter Mr. Cai's schizophrenia, thinking that Vice Chairman Fang was a bit strange.

"Vice Chairman Fang seems to be very enthusiastic, but it's not normal to be so enthusiastic in the current environment." He Yuehua also agreed with Chen Yuanyuan's point of view.

"Didn't you search for supplies during the typhoon before? In Room 902, a college student named Xiaomei committed suicide, but all the traces made me feel that things were not as simple as they seemed." Chen Yuanyuan took a sip of coffee, and the taste was not bad.

Chen Yuanyuan told He Yuehua about the suspicious points she noticed at Xiaomei's house that day, the bruises on her neck, the gouged out eyeballs, the uneaten heart-shaped fried rice, the wound on her right hand, and the blood on the bed sheet

After He Yuehua heard about it, she also felt that under various indications, there must be something inside Xiaomei's death.

"What do you plan to do after finding out the murderer? To avenge her?" He Yuehua asked.

"Do you think I look like someone with a sense of justice?" Chen Yuanyuan rolled her eyes and said.

"It's not like, then why are you looking for it?" He Yuehua asked suspiciously.

"I have no intention of revenge, but such a mad person is also a hidden danger in Building No. [-]. We will have to live here for a year or so. If we find out early, we can take precautions."

Chen Yuanyuan is not a person with a strong sense of justice, but an unknown perverted murderer is in the second building, and the three women on the twelfth floor are also at certain risk.

While the two were discussing the case, the mobile phone turned on automatically after charging for a while, and the two of them stared at the boot animation on the screen intently.

"It's finally opened, a girl who is quite sunny, what a pity." Chen Yuanyuan picked up the phone and saw that the lock screen wallpaper was a girl jumping in a sea of ​​flowers.

"Yuanyuan, can you unlock your phone?" He Yuehua stared at the lock screen and asked.

"Why would I?" Chen Yuanyuan said helplessly.

"Then what should we do?" He Yuehua asked.

"What can we do, let's make cold salad."

The phone with the locked screen was like a plate of cold water being poured on the heads of the two of them, extinguishing the enthusiasm for investigating the case at once.

The two thought about it, and they immediately thought of the missing Bai Ziqian. Unfortunately, his life and death are uncertain now, let alone asking him for help. They can only try their luck and ask two men for help.

The two first went to Liu Feiyang who was still repairing the car, and Zhang Linlin, who was gossiping, also came over to find out the situation.

After briefing the two of them about the situation, although they also hoped to find out the murderer, it was a pity that Liu Feiyang, who is a professional mechanic, was powerless.

"I can only reset the phone and back up the basic operations. If I unlock it, I can't help it." Liu Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment.

(End of this chapter)