0713's favorite sister

Lu Hu covered his head, seemingly helpless: "Brother Liang, why didn't you stop Li Xin?"

Zhang Yuan snorted and said bluntly, "What's going on, Brother Liang? You old man, you always spoil him!"

"How could I bear to? I simply couldn't bring myself to stop Lixin..." Wang Zhengliang smiled softly, seemingly without any temper.

After all, no one would want their younger sister to be immersed in that kind of atmosphere.

However, in the brief moment he lowered his head and looked down, a trace of sorrow, a sense of shared grief for the dying of a rabbit, flashed in his eyes.

Tiger and Yuanyuan, all they talk is tough talk.

Actually, they are the two with the softest hearts.

The tense atmosphere didn't last long. Soon, after seeing the girl on the screen who had forgotten about 7993 and turned to use her phone for navigation, bursts of laughter erupted in the carriage.

After all, everyone could see the extreme silence in the poor little 7's round body, which was frozen in mid-air.

It seems to be doubting itself.

This scene is kind of funny.

Upon entering the subway waiting area, I noticed that the subway in City A is always crowded, especially in this bustling downtown area.

Without hesitation, the girl walked towards the most spacious and less crowded waiting area furthest from the stairwell. Moreover, when passing through the more crowded waiting area, she unconsciously turned her feet outwards and deliberately took a detour in the straight path before passing it.

The smiles on everyone's faces instantly froze on their lips.

It looks as if she's subconsciously avoiding crowds and trying to escape.

Upon seeing this, Lu Hu's heart tightened.

Su Xing's hands moved swiftly; she pursed her lips and captured the scene in words, immediately sending it to Feng Zhao.

Wang Lixin's dog-like eyes were pressed into an almost triangular shape by his tightly furrowed brows, "This..."

His gloomy gaze swept across the screen.

7993 was following behind his sister, so the projected image only showed his back and not his facial expression.

But he just felt for no reason that his sister had already been so stressed that she subconsciously distanced herself from the crowd, and her complexion must not be good.

A fleeting image flashed before my eyes of the other person's body, which had become so thin since their return that they were nothing but skeletons...

The more Wang Lixin thought about it, the more solemn his expression became, and a deep sense of heartache welled up inside him.

On Wang Zhengliang's lap, which were pressed together, lay a thick stack of psychology-related materials that he had collected and printed out. He looked down and quickly flipped through them.

He quickly stopped turning the page, stared at a piece of text, and read it aloud:

"After experiencing a stressful event, when alone in a crowd, all unfamiliar information (such as sounds, eye contact, etc.) is perceived as a potential source of stress. Out of the instinct to avoid risk, patients often subconsciously move away to reduce psychological tension..."

As he murmured his words, the carriage fell silent.

Chen Chusheng turned to ask, "Allen, has Dr. Feng replied?"

Along with the questions, a message box popped up on Su Xing's darkened screen.

He paused, then slowly clicked into the chat box in a hoarse voice, "...Sent."

The possibility of an unknown but extremely bad situation lingered in his mind. Su Xing's forehead was covered in fine sweat, but he paid no attention to it. He only looked at the reply letter under the urging yet evasive gazes of several pairs of eyes in the car.

[Feng Zhao: Okay, I understand.]

Su Xing eagerly typed, asking: "Can you analyze her psychological state?"

The message "The other party is typing" in the chat box has changed to "The other party is speaking".

Soon, a new voice appeared.

"I think she might..."

In the voice recording, the man seemed hesitant, as if struggling to find the right words. His usually decisive nature was unusually marked by such hesitation, causing everyone in the car to hold their breath.

The long period of silence was extremely agonizing.

Just as Wang Lixin was about to curse under his breath, the man finally managed to find the right words.

"...She probably wants to be able to quickly board the subway and successfully grab an empty seat when it arrives?"

My sister's mind is already... um? Wait a minute? ??

Make up the difference!

What did Feng Zhao just say?!

In the voice recording, the man's words were not yet finished, and there was a subtle pause in his tone.

"You said she subconsciously walked away from the crowd. Could it be that she just wanted to find a waiting area without a queue? After all, if we put ourselves in her shoes, nobody wants to squeeze into a bunch of people while waiting for the subway and be forced to stand the whole time without a seat?"

"Besides, I guess you were too far away to see clearly. Maybe if you went over to take a look, she would take a detour or there might be obstacles like roadblocks or trash on the ground."

Chen Chusheng subconsciously asked, "7993, could you please change your perspective and take a look at the spot we were in just now?"

In fact, without him saying anything, 7993 floated away automatically.

Just where the girl had gone around, there was a pair of short twin children, who looked to be no more than two years old, squatting on the ground, playing with each other's shoelaces.

It was just that the 7993 projector's angle was too limited to capture them on camera, leading to the misunderstanding that 'the poor girl subconsciously distanced herself from people due to mental illness.'

This misunderstanding is absolutely outrageous.

At this very moment, Feng Zhao still relentlessly sent messages seeking verification.

six people:"……"

Silence was the dominant tone in the carriage.