People are singing in the tide, but there is no crown

There was a loud bang, and Zhezhi was so ashamed that he covered his face.

Ling An suddenly realized that she was standing there motionless.

Yes, it is really unique for a person to be socially dead to this extent.

A sigh came from the side. It was Chaomei, who was also holding her forehead helplessly.

Ling An suddenly remembered that Zhezhi had just said that she was a painter.

"Well, you said you are a painter, can you help me draw a picture?" Ling An broke the silence.

"Are...are you talking to me?" Zhezhi's voice came from under his palm, muffled.

"Besides you, who else is the painter here?" Ling An asked puzzledly.

"Oh...oh, okay!" Zhezhi released his hands that were covering his face, revealing watery eyes.

She was almost turning into a little crybaby.

"Excuse me, is there anything you need?" she asked in a low voice.

Ling An shook his head: "No special requirements, just need to draw me..."

Ling An pointed at Chao Mei and said, "Just go with this drifter."

"A double portrait... a portrait?" Zhezhi counted on his fingers, his eyes shining.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a customer order came to the door.

Ling An nodded and looked at Chao Mei.

Chao Mei seemed to understand what he meant and said, "That's right, draw a separate picture for me and Ling An."

"No problem! I'm pretty good at drawing cats...er, people too!"

After saying that, Chao Mei pursed her lips slightly, smiled and shook her head and said, "No, you don't need to draw a cat. I will discuss the specific situation with you later."

Zhezhi was a little confused for a moment, but she still nodded woodenly: "Okay."

A few people exchanged contact information on the terminal and watched Zhezhi walk away in a hurry.

Ling An then smoothed his hair in a rather cool manner and said helplessly: "Sure enough, no one can resist my charm."

Of course, this couldn't be said in front of Zhezhi, otherwise she would probably cover her face with her hands again.

The idea of ​​taking a photo with Chao Mei was already decided when we were at Chengxiao Mountain.

In this case, it would be better to hire a professional painter, as it will always be more formal than a simple photo.

Obviously, Chaomei also understood Ling An's thoughts.

Suddenly, he slapped his head and said, "I forgot to ask her how she charges."

“At this rate, even if you lower the price to the lowest, I’m afraid she will just accept it with tears in her eyes.” Chao Mei said with insight.

"That's right." Ling An nodded, "But we still haven't found any clues about Xiao Sheng. It seems we still have to go to the research institute."

"Beep, beep, I agree." The robot said in Xiangli.

Research Institute, near the gate.

Several researchers in uniform white coats were standing at the door, talking to each other.

"We have found a person who meets the requirements for questioning. After analyzing his identity, we find that he is a staff member of the Experimental Department of Huaxu Research Institute. We suggest asking him questions related to Xiaosheng." The robot Xiangli analyzed.

Not far away, two researchers were chatting animatedly face to face.

"Let me do it. I'm good at this." Ling An volunteered.

Under Chao Mei's gaze, he lazily and casually moved towards the flower bed where the two researchers were.

Taking advantage of the terrain, he hid among the flowers and listened with his ears perked up.

"So this is how you ask questions?" Chaomei held her forehead helplessly.

"Beep, beep, Xiangli has concluded that this is the best way. The advantage is that it won't alert Xiaosheng."

"What about the shortcomings?" Chaomei asked the robot.

"The downside is that you may face charges of morality and character."

"That's okay. Ling An is not a human being anyway." Chao Mei smiled indifferently and waited quietly for Ling An to come back and deliver the message.

In the flower bed, Ling An listened quietly.

"I've been suffering from insomnia for a week and I really can't take it anymore... Jufan, do you know? A new term has recently appeared on the Jinya Forum, called late-night mood syndrome. I feel like I'm seriously ill..." complained a researcher.

"Late Night Emotional Syndrome?" Researcher Juban asked in confusion.

"Yes, the forum said that the symptoms of this disease are avoiding social interaction, resisting work, and being prone to insomnia and low mood at night, and even depression."

"Hey, I heard that yesterday a colleague asked for leave due to this illness, saying that the world was wonderful and that there were different sad things every day. This is too... Baizhe, don't learn from me."

"I feel like I'm almost done. I'm under so much pressure and have to work endless overtime. When I get home, I feel empty and have nothing..." The researcher named Baizhe hung his head listlessly.

"Think positively. There are still many beautiful things in this world. Isn't it the Moon-Chasing Festival recently? Take a day off, go out for a walk, make a wish or something, life will always get better."

Juban looked calm as he tried to persuade his colleague in front of him. He seemed to be in a good mood.

"I know... I know... Alas." Another researcher sighed helplessly.

"It seems that being a researcher is very stressful." Ling An, who had already returned from the flower bed, analyzed.

"How is it, are there any clues?" Chaomei asked.

Ling An looked at the robot Xiangli beside him, coughed twice and said, "Um, Xiao... no, Xiangli, help me analyze the late night mood syndrome."

"Received. Late-night emotional syndrome is being analyzed... Analysis completed. After analysis, it was found that the appearance of this term coincides with the time and emotional state when Xiaosheng made a wish with a degree of consistency of up to 87%. Xiangli suggested starting from this direction."

"Sure enough!" Ling An clapped his hands, "It looks like he is a poor guy who was crushed by pressure. No wonder he made such a wish."

Chao Mei also nodded in agreement: "It's always hard to control people's emotions at night. Maybe we can look for someone in the institute who has talked about this recently. I think the dejected researcher just now is a good example."

"Wait, who?"

As if he had heard the discussions here, Researcher Jufan cast his gaze towards Ling An.

Ling An waved his hand: "I am Ling An, the patrol officer of Jinzhou, I came here to ask you something."

Hearing this, Juban walked over doubtfully.

For the first time, Ling An felt that his identity was so useful.

"What...what happened?" Juban looked confused.

Ling An remembered him. He was the guy who had just talked to another researcher. Judging from the conversation he overheard, Shifan seemed to be in a good emotional state.

Chaomei mentioned words like "xiaosheng" and "wish" and asked for relevant clues.

Inexplicably, Ling An felt that Juban's expression had changed.

He spoke perfunctorily, "I'm not too sure about what you're talking about. The materials in the laboratory centrifuge are almost ready. I have to go take a look first."

Having said that, he left in a hurry.