Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

The sound of the old man struggling could be heard from the door that closed automatically behind him.

But it was obvious that Secretary Fei subdued him easily.

"Old sir, please don't make it difficult for me. If you insist on struggling, I can only find some soft cloth to tie your hands and feet. You don't want to be reduced to this anyway, right?"

“Wen Can!!”

Wen Can ignored the old man's angry shouts.

He walked down the corridor.

The light from above flickered on his face and body, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

But just looking at his steps and figure, he seemed very calm the whole time, as if the conversation in the ward just now had no effect on him at all, even though he had lost control once or twice in there - and now his expression made it seem as if those out-of-control moments were all acted out.

I pressed the elevator down button and the metal button lit up.

Wen Can waited for the elevator to come up from the first floor - but in an instant, he froze.

No one should be allowed to enter or leave the hospital tonight. Bodyguards have already guarded the gate and the parking lot. Secretary Fei just took the elevator when he came up from downstairs. During this time, was there anyone else downstairs who pressed the elevator? Or did someone take the elevator downstairs after Secretary Fei came up? But right under his nose?

Wen Can's eyebrows were lowered, and there was no expression on his face.

He stood at the end of the aisle, his tall body completely backed by the light, his face sunk in the shadows, exuding a sense of danger.

The elevator went up floor by floor until it stopped with a ding.

The metal door slowly opened.

Wen Can raised his eyes and saw a furtive head between the open door.

She was crouching by the door, looking like she was about to stick her head out, but before she could do anything, she met Wen Can's gaze.

Wen Can: ...

Ye Kong: ...

Straightening up his bent body little by little, Ye Kong made an exploding gesture stiffly and said in a stiff voice: "Surpri...se?"

The cold gaze gradually melted after a moment of shock.

"How did you come?"

"…I already said it, it's a surprise…"

Ye Kong answered dryly, and glanced at the deep corridor behind him: "Are you done?"

Wen Can then walked into the elevator and pressed the close door and down buttons: "It's done."

"Well……"

The elevator descends.

The dull sound of the machine filled the air, making the two people even more silent.

The metal door was like an ancient bronze mirror, unable to clearly reflect people's faces, which made the atmosphere seem strange.

Ye Kong's mind was working frantically. He thought that the old man probably didn't say anything nice to make Wen Can angry. At the same time, he wondered, was this really an angry expression and aura? How come it didn't look like that?

Those people on the Internet said that Wen Can must be crazy, but they didn't know that Wen Can was actually calmer than them, the bystanders, and he never lost control and got angry from beginning to end.

This person is too good at hiding and too hard to guess.

Ye Kong felt like she was solving a problem that she had some idea about but was not sure how to solve so she didn't know where to start. She felt a little overwhelmed - how rare it was, there were times when she felt overwhelmed and didn't know what to say - but she didn't realize it at the moment.

She was just working her brain like crazy to come up with words.

But before she could come up with a solution, the elevator arrived and Wen Can solved the dilemma first.

"Let's go, go back."

Wen Can took the lead and walked out of the elevator, and Ye Kong quickly followed.

"You don't have anything else to deal with?"

"I still have something to say. I need to contact someone, but she probably won't be here until tomorrow. I'll meet her at a coffee shop then."

"Who?"

"Ouyang." Wen Can said, "The psychiatrist."

"What do they want to do with her..." Ye Kong paused and quickly thought of the reason, "Are they going to forge a mental evaluation for Wen Rong? Using the excuse that he is mentally ill to get away with it? No... It's too late to forge it now."

"He had prepared it a long time ago, and it is very likely not a forgery. Wen Rong does have mental problems."

"..." Ye Kong thought of the bluffing words he said when he went crazy in Nangang that he had a mental evaluation certificate, so the Sandman was not responsible. He felt a boomerang hit his head. "But there should be room for maneuver. If he wants to use this to get away with it, he must have an authoritative expert to accurately judge whether he was in a state of illness at the time. But whether the experts are experts or not, it doesn't count just because they say it."

"So I'm going to find Ouyang. She has a wide network of contacts and can find the best people in the industry to re-identify—"

The two of them turned the corner, walked through the hall, and exited the inpatient building.

The bodyguard opened the glass door and the two men walked out one after the other. The late night wind suddenly blew in their faces, brushing their faces like a layer of cool, transparent gauze.

There were obviously flowers blooming in the garden, but I didn't know where they were.

Only the wind brings some faint floral scent, which has a calming effect on people.

But this effect doesn't seem to work on Wen Can.

He paused, his head lowered, his silhouette looking stiff and cold: "But this will give them more time to delay. If they keep dragging it out day by day, he will be able to influence more people, and the variables will become greater and greater..."

click -

Ye Kong subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound.

I saw his hands hanging at his sides, his five fingers clenched tightly, blue veins bulging on his slender fingers, and his tendons and bones bulging almost ferociously.

She seemed to hear the suppressed creaking of bones.

How can I comfort him?

Ye Kong watched him take a deep breath, then let go of his hand and returned to normal.

"Let's go." Wen Can said, "I have another way."

He raised his foot to leave.

Ye Kong stopped where he was, looked at his back, and suddenly asked: "How much pain do you want to make that old man suffer?"

Wen Can stopped and turned to look at her, somewhat confused.

Ye Kong stared into his eyes, very seriously.

The crescent moon rising to the middle of the sky revealed a bright curved hook in the clouds, like a sharp and creepy knife. The knife light was reflected in the girl's dark pupils, which simply complemented each other and was so natural that it seemed as if the pointed moon was born in her eyes.

"Do you want him to have a taste of the torture you've endured? Even if it's only one percent of it, but it's infinitely long, and you don't know when it will end... Do you want him to have a taste?"