Welcome to the world of strange dreams

The meeting continues.

"Actually, the relationship between Shen and his son is particularly deep, because Shen and his wife were once divorced and later remarried. Shen Miao was less than one year old when they divorced, and the couple each had one child."

"Logically speaking, shouldn't such a young child be given to the mother?" Fu Minghui asked.

Luo Zhao glanced at her, as if he was very pleased.

Oh, she's just a scumbag, she still has basic legal knowledge, why should she be so discriminatory?

"The woman refused to have the child." Luo Zhao explained, "One of the reasons for the divorce is that the woman almost killed the child."

"Why do you hate your own children?" Zhang Jianhui was shocked.

"This is probably postpartum depression, right? It's not that I hate the child." Yun Ke glared at Zhang Jianhui, "You straight men don't understand this."

"You haven't given birth yet..."

"I study psychology!"

Luo Zhao raised his hand.

Without saying a word, he successfully stopped the two men from continuing to argue.

"In short, Father Shen brought his son up to the age of five, and the parent-child relationship was particularly close. Neighbors and colleagues all said: They have never seen a father who loves his son so much. But it just so happens that this kind of father forgets everything his son has in this world. trace."

Such a conclusion made the scene extremely quiet for a moment, and one could hear breathing.

How is the mental state of your colleagues who are always exposed to such tragic events? Fu Minghui thought.

Or, this is the meaning of Yun Ke being called in.

Yun Ke can not only build scenes in the border, but also protect his colleagues outside.

It not only protects their physical bodies after entering the border, but also their hearts that are constantly invaded by reality.

"Is this a psychological escape function?" Yun Ke sighed and said, "Losing his son is too painful, so he has to forget all this in order to survive."

The scene was silent for another moment, a little depressing for a while.

Luo Zhao asked everyone to get up and relax and come back to discuss it in ten minutes.

Fu Minghui sat still.

She had to wear a vision-blocking helmet when entering the bureau. How could she dare to wander around?

"Follow me." Luo Zhao said to her.

She could only get up and follow Luo Zhao in various twists and turns in the corridor, and finally arrived at a very narrow, even cramped balcony.

Or it can't be counted as a balcony, it's the part where the outdoor unit of the air conditioner is placed.

Luo Zhao is so tall that he can even jump off by standing on it.

Of course, it was so crowded that Fu Minghui could only occupy a corner, and he could touch him with just a little movement.

"Breathe some news air." Luo Zhao's voice came from above.

Because he was so close, Fu Minghui couldn't even open his body and look up at him.

But she heard the heartbeat, whether it was her own or Luo Zhao's.

"Can I watch it?" she asked.

Luo Zhao couldn't help but sigh to herself: Her parents raised her very well. She never crossed the line or committed a foul, and she also tried hard not to cause trouble for others.

This is of course an extremely excellent quality, but when she faces this dangerous world alone, she will suffer.

Because in this world, there are a lot of people who don't abide by the rules, and there are a lot of people who use the rules to harm others.

Not to mention the situation at the border.

Fu Minghui was really raised too well and delicately. Although she forced herself to face the wind and rain, she really didn't really understand what was in the wind and rain.

Her heart is clean.

He had to protect her. He once again had this inexplicable and extremely firm thought.

"Looking from this direction, you can't tell the special landforms and geographical features." Luo Zhao retracted his thoughts.

Fu Minghui understood: as long as she could not determine the specific location of the 749th Bureau, this kind of lethargic situation was allowed.

Think about it too.

Luo Zhao is the director of the Cleaning Department of the 749 Bureau, the youngest director in history, with a military background and a major in law. No one is less likely to break discipline than him.

So she looked into the distance with peace of mind.

As expected, there was no sign of the building.

It can only be said that the 749th Bureau is located in a large area of ​​farmland and hillsides, and the floors are not high, so the underground base may account for a large proportion.

Because she felt like she was on many levels, but now she was not very high from the ground.

These are all clues, but there are many such places, and the clues are ordinary, so it is really impossible to determine specifically.

"Can't you find a bigger balcony for me to relax in?" she whispered.

"The larger ones all lead to other offices or conference rooms. If you, the eldest lady, can do that, don't order food." Luo Zhao snorted.

"I didn't say I wanted to come out for air." Fu Minghui muttered again.

"Breathe." Luo Zhao stopped bickering with her and spoke concisely.

He knew that the details of the case weighed on her.

Her disadvantage is that she is easily hit, but her advantage is that she will not be depressed for too long.

So he pulled her out and told her to recover quickly.

In fact, this is somewhat against the rules, but fortunately it does not violate the principles.

Fu Minghui obediently inhaled the cool and dry air in the late night. When the oxygen filled his lungs, his chest felt cool and his head sobered up. Sure enough, he was no longer overwhelmed by the sadness that surged up like waves.

She hesitated.

"What do you want to say?" Luo Zhao noticed it and asked.

Presumably, this was the reason why she looked depressed just now.

Fu Minghui hesitated for a moment before saying, "The psychological self-escape function Yun Ke mentioned...I suddenly thought that maybe the human body and brain, or the heart and brain, cannot understand each other at all, nor can they communicate."

"why?"

"I think that if you want to forget, it is a choice made by Uncle Shen's body to protect his body from damage. But that is not what Uncle Shen really wants, right? Because if it were me, no matter what How painful it is, I also want to remember it.”

Forgetting her parents and Rourou, how could she let go? !
In that case, she would rather die.

People cannot live without memories.

Speaking of this, she couldn't help but feel a sore nose and the corners of her eyes were a little wet.

He quickly raised his hand and wiped it with his sleeve, but was shocked to find that it was Luo Zhao's arm that he grabbed.

This is awkward.

But Luo Zhao didn't seem to care, and said seriously, "You mean that the reason why you met Father Shen at school is because there is still the shadow of his son deep in his memory. So this unconscious behavior proves What is he hoping to remember in his heart, right?"

Do you want to be so dedicated to your work, Teacher Luo?

Fu Minghui lamented in his heart, people are sad, okay? Isn’t it a normal procedure to touch your head or even give a hug to comfort you?

But she didn't even notice that Luo Zhao's words made her stand up from the self-sadness she had fallen into.

"So is this related to the head attack?" She couldn't help but follow Luo Zhao's train of thought, "If it is related, what was the purpose of Shen Miao doing this in the border?"

Jin Yong once said: Sometimes, when a man falls in love with a woman, he often starts by being unable to do anything with her.