Disliked by everyone? She is clearly the most beloved one in the rich family!

Yu Zhi sat on the stool, tapping his knees lightly with his fingers, but his eyes never left Feng Hua.

Fenghua lowered her head, holding a pen in her hand, filling out the psychological assessment form handed to her by Zhao Ping.

Yu Zhi's eyes were like an invisible thread, guiding Feng Hua's every move.

Fenghua seemed to feel his gaze, the tip of her pen paused slightly, she looked up at Yu Zhi, then lowered her head and continued filling in.

Yu Zhi withdrew his gaze and turned to Zhao Ping who was sitting opposite him.

Zhao Ping was wearing a light gray shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up to his elbows. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand and looking down at the medical record book on the table.

He looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about Yu Zhi's existence.

"Doctor Zhao," Yu Zhi spoke in a low and gentle voice.

"Actually, I've been feeling a bit shaky lately, and I'd like you to help me take a look."

Zhao Ping raised his head, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

He put down the medical record book and said calmly: "Mr. Yu, you are not my patient. If you have any psychological problems, I suggest you go out and see a doctor."

Yu Zhi smiled, but there was no sign of giving in in his eyes.

He folded his hands on his knees, his tone still gentle.

"Doctor Zhao, I know you're very busy, but I really feel like something's wrong. Could you spare a few minutes to help me take a look?"

Zhao Ping was silent for a moment, his eyes lingering on Yu Zhi's face for a few seconds, as if judging his intentions.

Finally, he sighed softly, put down the medical record in his hand, and said in a cold tone: "Okay, tell me."

Yu Zhi's eyes lit up slightly, and then he regained his composure.

He spoke slowly, his voice low and slow.

"I've been having the same dream lately. In it, I'm standing in a wasteland. There's nothing around me, only the wind whistling in my ears. I want to move forward, but my feet seem to be entangled by something and I can't move at all. Every time I wake up, I feel a tightness in my chest, as if something is pressing down on me."

Zhao Ping listened, his brows slightly furrowed, his fingers tapping the table unconsciously.

He was silent for a moment before speaking.

"How long has this dream lasted?"

"About a month."

Yu Zhi answered, his eyes still fixed on Zhao Ping.

Zhao Ping nodded, his tone still calm.

"Dreams are often a reflection of our subconscious. Have you been feeling overly stressed lately, or have any unresolved emotional issues?"

Yu Zhi smiled, and a complicated look flashed in his eyes.

"Pressure? Maybe. But I think this dream is reminding me of something."

Zhao Ping didn't respond, but just looked at him quietly, waiting for him to continue.

Yu Zhi turned his gaze to the window and said in a low voice: "Doctor Zhao, have you ever experienced life and death?"

Zhao Ping was slightly stunned, then shook his head: "Sorry, I don't have such rich life experience."

Yu Zhi smiled and returned his gaze to Zhao Ping's face. "Only those who have truly experienced life and death can understand the meaning of my words. Doctor Zhao Ping, you have never experienced anything, so how can you speculate on other people's mental states?"

Zhao Ping was silent for a moment, and finally stood up, his tone still cold.

"Mr. Yu, if you truly feel there's a problem, I suggest you schedule a formal consultation. It's not my job to explain my life to you."

"But my friend's life is in your hands. If you call him a psychopath, he will never be able to escape this label in his life."

Zhao Ping felt that this matter suddenly became a tricky one.

"I'm a professional. If you don't trust my judgment, you can find another psychologist to measure you again."

Zhao Ping was just a member of the police force.

His only use was to conduct a psychological assessment to help the police solve the case. As for other things, he didn't want to talk about it.

Everything they said was heard by the policemen behind the glass door.

In the interrogation room, the lights were dim and the air was filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Zhao Ping sat at one side of the long table with a psychological assessment report he had just completed spread out in front of him.

His expression remained calm, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, his eyes fixed on the police officer opposite him.

Police Captain Li Feng frowned.

Thinking about what Yu Zhi had just said, his eyes glanced back and forth between Zhao Ping and Yu Zhi.

Yu Zhi sat on the other side, his hands crossed on the table, with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were so deep that they were unfathomable.

"Doctor Zhao," Li Feng said, a hint of doubt in his tone, "According to your psychological assessment, Fenghua's mental state is abnormal and she may even have violent tendencies."

"But the confession Mr. Yu just provided showed that Fenghua was very stable. Moreover, he did not show any signs of agitation when he just left the interrogation room. There seems to be a contradiction between the two."

Zhao Ping raised his head and looked at Li Feng calmly: "Captain Li, psychological evaluation is based on scientific data and professional judgment."

"Fenghua did show abnormal mental symptoms during my evaluation. As for what Mr. Yu mentioned, I did not agree with his statement after the evaluation."

Li Feng frowned and turned to look at Yu Zhi: "Mr. Yu, can you explain Fenghua's behavior in more detail?"

Yu Zhi smiled slightly and said in a gentle tone: "Of course. Fenghua is my friend, I know him very well."

"Fenghua has always been quite reserved. He was so restless before I arrived because he was extremely panicked by such a situation. He's never experienced such a big situation before, so he acted like this. However, his personality has always been quite stable, and he's never experienced any extreme situations."

Zhao Ping frowned slightly, tapped his fingers on the table lightly, and his tone remained calm.

"Mr. Yu, Fenghua didn't mention the behaviors you mentioned during the evaluation. If he really has these symptoms, as a psychologist, I can't completely ignore them."

Yu Zhi smiled, and a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

"Doctor Zhao, you didn't answer the question I asked you just now. Are you sure you can tell everyone's mental state?"

"Or are you just confident in your knowledge gained through study? After all, people are prone to disguise, especially when facing professionals."

Li Feng frowned even more tightly, and his eyes swept back and forth between Zhao Ping and Yu Zhi, obviously doubting what the two said.

He pondered for a moment before speaking: "Doctor Zhao, are you sure there is nothing missing in your assessment?"

Zhao Ping was silent for a moment, then nodded. "I'm sure. My assessment is based on multiple interviews and professional psychological testing. Fenghua's mental state is abnormal."

Yu Zhi sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Captain, I understand your trust in Dr. Zhao, but as Fenghua's friend, I have to remind you that sometimes an expert's judgment may not be completely accurate. After all, the human heart is the most unpredictable."

Li Feng's expression turned serious, and he was obviously shaken in his assessment of Zhao Ping.

He looked down at the confession record in his hand, then looked up at Zhao Ping, with a hint of hesitation in his tone.

"Doctor Zhao, could you please re-evaluate it? After all, this case involves a very important person, and we cannot afford any negligence."

Zhao Ping's eyes flashed slightly, his fingers tapped lightly on the table, and then he nodded.

"Okay, I will re-evaluate Fenghua's mental state. However, I need more time with him."

Li Feng nodded with a hint of apology in his tone.

"Excuse me, Doctor Zhao."

Yu Zhi sat aside, still with a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were so deep that people could not see through them.

He patted the table lightly and stood up.

"Captain Li, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first. As for Fenghua, I'll continue to keep an eye on him."

Li Feng nodded and watched Yu Zhi leave the interrogation room.

Only after Yu Zhi's back disappeared at the door did he turn to look at Zhao Ping, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Doctor Zhao, do you think Yu Zhi's words are credible?"

Zhao Ping was silent for a moment, his eyes still calm.

"Captain Li, as a psychiatrist, I can only offer advice based on scientific data and professional judgment. As for Mr. Yu's comments, you need to make your own judgment."

Li Feng sighed and nodded: "I understand."

Zhao Ping stood up and straightened his suit, his tone remaining calm.

"If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now. I'll complete Fenghua's reassessment as soon as possible."

Li Feng nodded and watched Zhao Ping leave the interrogation room.

Only after Zhao Ping's back disappeared at the door did he look down at the confession record in his hand, his brows tightly furrowed.

Obviously, more doubts have arisen about the truth of the matter.

The door of the interrogation room slowly closed, and the lights remained dim.

Li Feng sat at the table, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the table, and the conversation between Yu Zhi and Zhao Ping kept echoing in his mind.

Yu Zhiqiang took a deep breath and walked out of the interrogation room.

Then he waited until he came in front of Meng Yingnian and took a deep breath.

It turns out that psychologists are not that easy to deal with.

Although Zhao Ping did not gain the trust of the police, his words certainly left some weight in their minds.

Although people tried their best to interfere with Yu Zhi, the effect was minimal.

Zhao Ping will continue to conduct a psychological assessment on Fenghua.

So what method should he use next time to ensure that there are no problems with Fenghua’s psychological assessment?

Yu Zhi’s head was about to explode.

But Zhou Jun was already very happy to see Yu Zhi coming out.

"Fenghua didn't say much in there."

Yu Zhi shook his head, and Zhou Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did the psychiatrist find any problems with Fenghua's mental state?"

Yu Zhi nodded.

"He did discover Fenghua's psychological problems, but he had no intention of interfering. I don't think he would treat Fenghua either."

After hearing this, Zhou Jun felt relieved.

It is not scary to assess that Fenghua has psychological problems.

What’s scary is that the police will treat Fenghua’s psychological problems, and that would be a real problem.

"This is the best outcome now. Thank you, Yu Zhi."

Zhou Jun expressed his gratitude to Yu Zhi, but Yu Zhi shook his head.

"I'm not doing this for you, but for Fenghua and my master."

"Since you won't tell me anything, then everything will become clear once I find my master."

Yu Zhi knew that Master Yi was always by Fenghua's side.

I will definitely understand what happened in the whole process.

As long as he finds Master Yi, all the questions in his mind will be answered.

Zhou Jun nodded.

"Don't worry, I will definitely hand it over to you. But your master is still in the villa now."

"So you guys go to the villa to pick it up."

Zhou Jun didn't want to continue arguing with them.

He had to wait for Fenghua to come out at the police station door.

He had just greeted the chief of police.

As a victim, Fenghua must be protected.

But the police did not have the power to detain him.

If Zhou Jun wants to take the person away, it is completely possible from a legal perspective.

Zhou Jun waited at the door for a while, and sure enough, the policeman quickly brought Fenghua out.

As soon as Fenghua came out, she looked for Yu Zhi again, but Yu Zhi had already left with Meng Yingnian. They knew that Zhou Jun would not hurt Fenghua.

So I handed Fenghua to Zhou Jun with confidence.