The conclusion drawn by Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang is just an inference. To prove that Xu and Zhang killed someone, conclusive evidence is needed.

In addition, Professor Xu and Dr. Zhang are both people with a certain status in the academic world, so why do they have to work hard to kill an ordinary student? And what does all this have to do with Zhan Zhao? This is what Bai Yutang cares about the most.

The two decided to hold on to the ground and wait for the development of things. Bai Yutang found Zhang Long and asked him to investigate the backgrounds of Professor Xu and Dr. Zhang in depth.

The technical team installed a micro camera on the 13th floor, and Xu Qing and others arranged controls near the school. Afterwards, police personnel evacuated the school.

When Zhan Showa Shibata Shirata returned to S.C.I's office, it was already dark.

Jiang Ping was busy in front of the computer. He scanned the remaining pieces of paper that Wang Chao and others brought back from Wu Hao's house and was doing image recovery analysis.

Gongsun came out of the dissection room with bread in his mouth, holding Li Feifan's autopsy report in his hand.

He found a gray spot on the neck of Li Feifan's body, which had skin necrosis because it should be caused by electric shock.

This further proves Zhan Zhaohe Bai Yutang's inference.

Zhao Hu asked in fear: "Gongsun, can you be a corpse that was tested while eating, right?"

Gongsun turned to look at him, sneered a few times, leaned over and asked, "What are you eating?"

Zhao Hu was so scared that he ran away with a "good" sound!

The sleepless people decided to stay at S.C.I. to work overtime.

Zhan Zhao returned to the office and turned on the computer and started writing. After Bai Yutang shook around, he also got into Zhan Zhao's office.

"Didn't you see the sign hanging at the door?" Zhan Zhao pointed to the sign "Do not disturb" at the door.

"See!" Bai Yutang walked to the opposite side of Zhan Zhao and sat down, "Isn't it just the 'Welcome' part?"

Angry! Zhan Zhao ignored him and continued to write.

"What are you writing? Another horror novel?" Bai Yutang leaned over.

"When did I write a novel? It was an academic paper!" Zhan Zhao emphasized.

"Ha..." Bai Yutang casually picked up the book on Zhan Zhao's table, "Look at these names... "The Essence of Human Perverts"... "Reason and Beast Nature"... "Disassembly, Dismantle and Throw Corpse"..."

Bai Yutang threw the books back on Zhan Zhao's desk like a cockroach: "What is this a horror novel?"

Zhan Zhao gave him a fierce look: "Go out for me! You seriously affect me!"

Bai Yutang leaned forward again: "What have you been studying recently? I see you have been writing for several days."

Zhan Zhao continued to write and said without raising his head: "I have recently serialized several articles in the International Journal of Psychology. The reaction was very good. The editor said he wanted me to write it into a book."

"Obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Bai Yutang lay on the table and stretched out his chin: "What's the difference between it and mental illness?"

Zhan Zhao really wanted to throw his mouse at his nose: "You can tell the difference between dead and living!"

Bai Yutang smiled and looked at Zhan Zhao's anger on his face, and began to scan between the desk and the bookshelf: "Is it the "International Journal of Psychology"?" He pointed to the thick magazines on the bookshelf and asked.

"Yes." Zhan Zhao glanced at him and nodded.

Bai Yutang stood up and took all the magazines into his hands, and looked, "Obsessential and Psychological Implications?"

Zhan Zhao looked up and glanced at him: "This is this."

I read quietly for a long time, "Maoer, is this written in Chinese?"

Zhan Zhao frowned and continued to write, ignoring him.

"Why did you take it apart and see it is Chinese characters? It makes the sentences read not like Chinese??" Bai Yutang sat back on the chair holding a magazine. "The impact of psychological suggestion is very subtle for normal people, but it can appear very extreme for patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder. In fact, most people in the world have subconscious obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

Bai Yutang grinned and finished reading, asking, "Is this human word?"

Zhan Zhao frowned and looked at him with an illiterate look: "What I wrote is! But it doesn't look like it when you read it from your mouth!"

Shrugging, Bai Yutang continued to recite: "For a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, as long as he finds his source of symptoms, he can easily use psychological hints to change the patient's subconscious..." Shaking his head, "What does this mean?"

"Literally!" Zhan Zhao took a sip of tea and looked at the door, "Do you have nothing else to do?"

Bai Yutang seemed to be very interested in the paper. He asked Zhan Zhao: "You mean, by hinting to people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, can people have hallucinations?"

"Yes!" Zhan Zhao nodded, "For those with weak willpower, they can directly confuse their thinking and beliefs, and seriously, they can cause cognitive collapse!"

"Oh? You can prove it!" Bai Yutang pointed his nose with interest, "Let me collapse."

Zhan Zhao tilted his head and looked at him, then shook his head: "You don't meet the conditions!"

"What conditions?" Bai Yutang asked in confusion.

Zhan Zhao finally moved his attention away from his notebook, staring at Bai Yutang and said, "You need someone with a weak will, a more chaotic thinking foundation, and a less linguistic ability!"

Bai Yutang thought for a moment: "That is, we need to find someone who is more timid, more confused and stupid, right?"

Zhan Zhao thought about it with disgust, but nodded helplessly.

Bai Yutang smiled with satisfaction and said, "This is easy to deal with!" Then, he turned around and shouted at the door, "Zhao Hu!"

...

Zhan Zhao looked at Zhao Hu who was running over from a distance and asked Bai Yutang in surprise: "What are you going to do?"

Bai Yutang smiled: "Don't let him collapse! Just get confused!" As he said that, he stood up and pulled Zhao Hu, who had already run into the door, to Zhan Zhao, to sit down.

The door was closed and all the blinds were put down.

Zhao Hu was a little confused, looked up at Zhan Zhao, and then looked at Bai Yutang, "Head? What's the matter?"

Bai Yutang blinked at Zhan Zhao, meaning: "Is this qualified?"

Zhan Zhao sighed helplessly and looked at Zhao Hu with sympathy.

Bai Yutang raised his chin provocatively, "If you can't do it, you're a lie!"

Zhan Zhao looked at his arrogant and flat face, grinded his teeth, then glanced at Zhao Hu again, and said to himself: "For science, I have to sacrifice you!" Poor Zhao Hu became an experimental subject like this.

"Zhao Hu, are you really Zhao Hu?" Zhan Zhao closed the notebook and asked Zhao Hu seriously.

"What?" Zhao Hu blinked, "Dr. Zhan, what do you... mean?"

Zhan Zhao looked serious and said, "Are you really Zhao Hu?"

Zhao Hu couldn't help but shook for a moment, turned his face and asked Bai Yutang: "Head? What's wrong?"

Bai Yutang held back his laughter and looked serious: "Answer the question!"

Nodded in fear, Zhao Hu said in a trembling voice: "Yes...yes."

"What is the evidence?" Zhan Zhao asked immediately.

"…………Is your ID card calculated?………” Zhao Hu reached into his pocket and went to take out his wallet.

Zhan Zhao slapped the table and said, "What exact evidence do you have to prove that you are the Zhao Hu of yesterday?!"

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Zhao Hu opened his mouth blankly: "Is there a difference between yesterday and yesterday and today's...?"

Zhan Zhao said: "I remember your grandfather has passed away, right?"

"...ah, yes..." Zhao Hu nodded a little to the overly jumping thinking of Zhan Zhao and nodded.

"Are you sure you have a grandpa?" Zhan Zhao asked again.

…¯□¯…

Zhao Hu had already started to be confused: "That... Didn't you say it just now? Death... Death, already."

"Bang!" Zhan Zhao slapped the table hard again: "Who can prove it?!"

Zhao Hu was so scared that he said, "I...I can prove it, and my parents..."

Zhan Zhao sat back and took a sip of tea: "You mean, you have memories of him, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" Zhao Hu nodded quickly.

"What if the memory is fake?"

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"Fake?" Zhao Hu's eyes seemed to have mosquito-shaped circles, and he looked at Zhan Zhao innocently.

Zhan Zhao said slowly: "Think about it! If your grandfather has never existed before, and you and your family have been implanted with memories of your grandfather, then do you still dare to say that your grandfather has existed?"

Zhao Hu opened his eyes wide and looked at Zhan Zhao in horror.

Zhan Zhao continued to work hard: "Just say there are aliens, who has evidence?"

"...I...I don't know..." Zhao Huga said with a slapped and didn't know what to do.

"Can you be an alien?" Zhan Zhao stared into Zhao Hu's eyes.

…¯□¯…

Zhao Hu's expression seemed to have just been shot by AK47.

Bai Yutang waved his hand aside, meaning: "It's almost done, he's already in chaos!"

Zhan Zhao interrupted him with a firm look and said to himself: "This is just superficial. Today I will let you see how great my master is!!"

"Maybe, your entire family is aliens, but you have been implanted in human memory and mistakenly thought you were human!" Zhan Zhao smiled with a deep impression, "Or, you, Zhao Hu, died yesterday, and today it is not Zhao Hu who is here, but someone who has been implanted in Zhao Hu's memory! You dare to say that what I said is impossible??"

After a moment of silence, Zhao Hu screamed in terror, jumped up from the stool and rushed out of the office, hugged the Chao coming towards him and cried, "Who am I?! Who am I?! I don't want to be an alien!!"

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Bai Yutang leaned against the bookshelf on the side and smiled so hard that his intestines were cramped.

Zhan Zhao rolled his sleeves up gracefully. The tiger did not show his power. You think I was a sick cat! Sit down, open the notebook, and continue to write.

Bai Yutang laughed enough and walked out. Not long after, he ran in with a large stack of information and put the information in front of Zhan Zhao.

Zhan Zhao looked up and saw that it was all about the deceased in this "digital case".

Bai Yutang said playfully: "Maoer, see if these people meet the needs of obsessive-compulsive disorder and psychological suggestion."
Chapter completed!