Free Web NovelChapter 500: Chapter 471: Can You Give Me an Autograph?_1
The interrogation room was empty as Tang Jianghai was led out, and a woman was brought in.
The woman appeared quite frightened and her gaze somewhat vacant, seeming somewhat abnormal. Zhou Ning slightly furrowed his brows—was this He Jiahong’s mother?
One of the police officers who brought her handed a piece of paper to Liu Yufei and whispered something to her and Fang Mu. Zhou Ning did not hear clearly, nor did he make out what the paper was, but Mr. Zhao’s face showed shock.
Zhou Ning glanced at Mr. Zhao.
"What’s wrong?"
Mr. Zhao pointed inside the interrogation room and said quickly,
"I saw the title on the paper—it’s a diagnosis certificate from Qindao Psychiatric Hospital. Could it be that He Jiahong’s mother has a mental illness? Then are they having her mother take care of her, or is she supposed to take care of her mother?"
This unexpected development surprised everyone. Zhou Ning looked toward Mr. Qu, who immediately raised his hand, opened another laptop, and quickly entered a webpage to search. In a moment, he located He Hongjian’s household registration information.
It listed three individuals: the head of the household was He Hongjian, with a daughter He Jiahong and a wife named Zhang Qiuju. As for their parents, there were no records of their residency cancellation, which was unexpected to Mr. Qu. He checked further but found no siblings for He Hongjian either.
"This person has no one from the older or the current generation. Could he be an orphan?"
Zhou Ning also found it odd and dialed Liu Yufei’s mobile phone.
"Mrs. Fei, Mr. Qu just checked He Hongjian’s household registration info. His family has no records of parents or siblings, nor his migration info. I’m not sure if he’s an orphan. Also, his wife Zhang Qiuju seems to have a psychiatric diagnosis. Maybe we should bring He Hongjian in for an investigation too?"
Liu Yufei hummed in acknowledgment before saying,
"I saw the diagnosis; it says reactive psychosis, which seems to have been triggered by a past stimulus, leading to the illness. The diagnosis was made in July 2006. I’ll have Fang Mu bring the diagnosis to you to see.
I just had an officer inquire He Hongjian, and he said that after 2006, his wife controlled her condition well with medication and hadn’t had an episode in many years. However, the death of He Jiahong seems to have stressed her, and she’s been in a poor state these days."
As she spoke, Liu Yufei hung up, instructed Fang Mu, and then handed him the diagnosis. Zhang Qiuju, seated in the observation room, looked anxious and stared at the back of Liu Yufei’s head. As Liu Yufei turned and rubbed her neck, her gaze went from initially vacant to eventually showing a hint of confusion and fierceness.
Just as Zhou Ning was about to take a closer look at the diagnosis,
Mr. Zhao let out a cry of alarm. Zhou Ning looked back to see Zhang Qiuju in the interrogation room lunging at Liu Yufei, clinging onto her neck. Mr. Shan, seated inside, was not quick enough to get out and intervene; as he reached to stop Zhang Qiuju, the laptop tumbled down as well.
Zhou Ning and the others rushed to the next room where Liu Yufei had already grabbed Zhang Qiuju’s arm, twisted her hands behind her, and pinned her to the ground. freewebnσvel.cѳm
Two streaks of blood marked Liu Yufei’s neck. Seeing everyone rushing in, she quickly shouted,
"Don’t all come over, you might scare her. Director Zhou, just you come over and see if she’s been triggered. Why would she react so violently all of a sudden?"
Liu Yufei’s reaction impressed Zhou Ning. He hurried forward and dialed a video call request to He Shancun. After a moment, He Shancun answered, evidently in a corridor with his face close to the screen.
"What’s wrong?"
"Mr. He, can you take a look for me? This person is named Zhang Qiuju, diagnosed with reactive psychosis in 2006. After treatment, her condition was good, but her daughter was murdered a month ago, and she’s not been right. She just attacked Liu Yufei."
As he spoke, Zhou Ning passed the diagnosis to He Shancun to see. After checking Zhang Qiuju and asking her a few questions, Mr. He said,
"It seems she has been triggered by something. Normally, reactive psychosis doesn’t recur after recovery, but the cause you mentioned might only be part of it. Give her a sedative to calm her down, and then see if you can induce a response later, like Doctor Shi’s hypnotism."
Zhou Ning nodded, but he was scratching his head, being unfamiliar with Xinghua.
"Don’t hang up in a rush. Do you have any familiar doctors in Xinghua City? Sending her to the hospital might further upset her. I think it might be better to have someone come by and give her an injection, let her rest a bit!"
He Shancun sighed, gave Zhou Ning a resentful glance,
"I knew it, I shouldn’t have answered your call. What sins did I commit in my past life to know you as a friend? Wait for my message. Let her rest in a dim room, find a family member or someone she knows well to comfort her, and she might feel a bit better. Now, send me your location."
After speaking, the video call ended with a click. Zhou Ning rubbed his nose and gestured to the others.
"Don’t just stand there, call He Hongjian over and take Zhang Qiuju to the observation room next door. It’s dimly lit there. Mr. Zhao, accompany He Hongjian in the room, and don’t look for any female officers for now. Mr. Zhao, take off your uniform. I remember Zhang Qiuju attacked Mrs. Fei just now; she was fixated on Mrs. Fei’s police cap."
Liu Yufei was taken aback and glanced at the still struggling Zhang Qiuju. Indeed, she was biting Liu Yufei’s sleeve and making whining noises from her mouth, similar to the sound of a small dog guarding its food. For some reason, seeing Zhang Qiuju like this made Liu Yufei’s nose sting.
A mother, particularly one who is a meek psychiatric patient, from an honest family, to be driven to the point of attacking like a wild beast, seemed to be related to the death of He Jiahong or perhaps the investigation and threats thereafter that stressed her.
After waiting for a while, He Hongjian hurried in. Seeing Zhang Qiuju’s condition, he rushed over with his hand raised to hit her, but was caught by Liu Yufei.
"She just bit onto my sleeve, it’s not a big deal. Don’t agitate her. Just now, our forensic director asked a professional doctor, and comforting her is beneficial for her emotional control. A doctor will come later, so don’t worry too much."
About fifteen minutes later, Mr. Yang hurried in with a doctor. Upon seeing Zhou Ning, the man took out his cellphone to compare a photo, then quickly approached Zhou Ning.
"You’re Doctor Zhou, right? I’m Mr. He’s classmate, named Zhang Zhuoqun. Where’s the patient? I’d like to take a look."
Zhou Ning shook hands with him. Zhang Zhuoqun seemed a bit excited, constantly controlling the expression on his face. This reaction left Zhou Ning somewhat puzzled, but he didn’t say much, hastily checked Zhang Qiuju’s body, gave her an injection, and administered a few medications.
Then he turned to He Hongjian, handed him the remaining medicine, and as he wrote on a piece of paper, he instructed:
"This medicine needs to be taken continuously for half a month, before meals in the morning and evening, all the same. The last number is my phone; contact me anytime if there is any problem. However, the person taking care of her should be someone familiar; don’t let her meet strangers for now. Rest for half an hour later, and if you wish to ask questions, you can continue, but don’t take too long. I’ll wait here for a bit."
Upon hearing these instructions, He Hongjian was so touched he didn’t know what to say. Suddenly remembering that the medicine was given to him for free by the doctor, he quickly reached for his pocket, pulling out crumpled cash that was dirty, with bills of all denominations. freeweɓnøvel.com
It was apparent that his financial situation wasn’t good; after all, adding up the total, it was just over two hundred yuan. Zhang Zhuoqun waved his hand.
"Don’t be formal with me. Thank Zhang Doctor Zhou if you want to thank someone. I’m leaving now; call me if there’s anything."
Seeing Zhang Zhuoqun carrying his suitcase out, Zhou Ning got up to see him off. Although it was time for dinner, with something to attend to here, he naturally had no time to invite guests. Reaching the corridor, Zhou Ning grasped Zhang Zhuoqun’s hand.
"Thank you so much, Doctor Zhang."
Zhang Zhuoqun waved his hand, smiled shyly, and glancing around to see that no one was coming, he quickly opened his suitcase, took out a book and a pen, and handed them to Zhou Ning.
"Don’t mention it. Even without Mr. He’s sake, I would have come. After all, seeing my idol up close, could you sign for me?"
Zhou Ning was taken aback, then smiled when he saw the book in his hand.
On the cover of the book, there was a scalpel and a blood-stained hand with bullet holes beside it. The title was prominently "Speaking for the Dead," along with a blurb that a practicing forensic doctor takes you through the mysteries of murder scenes and reveals the true nature of good and evil.
This was actually a book he had written. Editor Guan Jian had told him that the book had been published and had mailed him twenty copies, saying they were reprinting due to very good sales figures.
But because of timing, he had never looked at it, and unexpectedly, today he met someone who wanted an autograph, something he had never anticipated.
Taking the pen, he wrote a blessing on the title page, duly signing his own name, and then handed the book back to Zhang Zhuoqun with both hands.
"It’s my first time encountering someone asking for my autograph, thank you too!"
Zhang Zhuo smiled.
"I really like this kind of book. I’ve recommended it to my friends and colleagues; it’s very good. But when will you publish the second volume?"
Zhou Ning waved his hand.
"Wait patiently, the second volume is still being written. I’ll pick up the pace when I have more time."
"Okay, then I won’t disturb you with your case. Send me a copy of the second volume when it’s out, don’t forget!"
Zhou Ning nodded, and Zhang Zhuoqun hastily left. Mr. Zhao opened the door and peeked out, clicking his tongue from the inside.
"Met a fan?"
"Less nonsense."
As they spoke, Liu Yufei and the others came out. She wearily tilted her neck and waved to Zhou Ning.
"That will be all for today. You all go and rest. Since the various tests won’t be out until tomorrow, there’s no point in waiting here. We still have a few more people to question. By the way, that Doctor Zhang, does he know much about the inside story?"
Zhou Ning shook his head.
"At the funeral home, I pressed Zhang Qiang. His expression was conflicted, but in the end, he didn’t say much. I don’t think he was threatened. It’s possible someone gave him an order. I wonder if he will regret sacrificing his career."
Liu Yufei narrowed her eyes, her emotion not overly apparent.
"He chose his own path, so he must bear the consequences. Stop talking and go have dinner, then rest at the hotel. Mr. Wang knows the place. Send me the report no matter the time when it comes out."
