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"Do you trust me that much?" Sir looked at me with complicated eyes, his brows were furrowed, revealing doubts.

My heart was filled with warmth, I looked up with a happy smile, and grinned, "Because it's Dad!"

Sir stretched out his hand and pushed away my approaching face, with a cold light in his eyes, "Whether I am your father or not, I am still a policeman, and there will always be a day when I will send you to prison, and your crimes are enough to give you a death sentence." , you are not afraid?"

I lowered my head in silence, and fixed my eyes on sir's boots on the ground, "I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid, who is not afraid of death? But if the person who makes me die is my father, then I must be so happy!! I am I am very envious of my brother who died under my father's brush!"

He could clearly see sir's pupils constricted for a moment, showing painful emotion for a moment, but soon, it disappeared in the icy chill again.

"Besides——" I suddenly raised my voice, tilted my head and laughed excitedly, "Besides, sir, am I not a mental patient?!"

Sir looked at me calmly, as if in his eyes, I was a self-directed and self-acted clown, which seemed extremely ridiculous.

I pointed to my head indifferently, "The human brain is a place that humans can never penetrate. No one can be sure whether I am a mental patient, not even myself..."

"I will send you to prison and sentence you to death." Sir looked at me with indifferent, sharp, and struggling eyes.

"I told you, I'm a mental patient!!" I couldn't understand sir's insistence. If it was my father, how could he be willing to let me die? !

Sir took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it on his mouth, with an impatient expression on his face, "You are not."

Sir looks very strange now. . .

I don't know why there was fear in my heart, I took a few steps back, and shouted in a panic, "I am!"

"Heh, how can a mentally ill person admit that he is ill?" Sir lit the cigarette in his mouth, took a puff, poured out a curl of smoke rings, and sneered, "You have made good use of everyone's psychology, making people feel sick. Interpret your different transformations as schizophrenia, but some of your small movements will still inadvertently leak out, such as your left hand."

My face was shocked, but sir approached me and continued, "No matter which personality you play, their right hand always looks a little weird, giving people a sense of incongruity, but just now you took When eating noodles with chopsticks, I'm sure...you're left-handed."

Under his aggressive gaze, I hastily put my hands behind my back, "Go...are you kidding me?!"

"I've always been very strange, Ningning." Sir stepped forward, grabbed my left wrist and pulled it out, not paying attention to my shrinking with inferiority, "Did I say it before? I investigated your family in Meishan Village a long time ago. At that time, according to the neighbors in the neighborhood, Lin Changsong’s family had only one son, Lin Xining. Skipper!"

Sir spit out the half-stuffed cigarette, and stroked the slightly protruding callus on my left middle finger. I flinched and wanted to withdraw my hand, but he held me tightly and sucked my ee into my mouth.

"Sir..." I widened my eyes in surprise, could the hint I gave still work? !

"As a policeman, I hate you. As an uncle, I care about you as an elder..." Sir seemed to be a different person, caressing my cheek affectionately with confused eyes, and teasing my cheeks with his rough tongue Finger "But as yours... I am full of love for you, Ann..."

My face instantly flushed with embarrassment, but when I heard sir's last call, I yelled angrily and dissatisfied, "An'an, An'an, why is it An'an again?!"

"Aren't you An An?" sir's soft words silenced me, and I don't know if I am myself or my dead brother?

Wringing my fingers, a pure smile appeared on the corner of my mouth when I raised my head again, "Sir, shall we go to the amusement park?"

I still chose to disguise myself as much as possible. . .