In May, the weather did not warm up, but it started to rain continuously. The stuffy environment made people feel bored. Finally, on Friday, the rain was not light and strong winds were blowing.

The SCI office was empty, with only Jiang Ping typing on the keyboard by the desk, and Zhan Zhao who was watching a book as thick as a brick on the sofa.

Today is the day for regular testing of the police station. Everyone who needs to go out to the field went to the shooting range for shooting assessment. As a standard technical resident, Jiang Ping never needed weapons, and Zhan Zhao was ordered by Bao Zheng to ban him from approaching the shooting range, and Zhan Zhao was very dissatisfied with this.

The sound of the forensic next door opening the door was heard from the quiet corridor. Gongsun walked over while calling.

Before entering the SCI office, I heard Gongsun Lue say helplessly, "I'd better not go."

Zhan Zhao's gaze moved away from the thick book and looked at the door.

Gongsun received the phone and looked up. Seeing Zhan Zhao looking at him curiously, he said, "Song Jiajia called. She is now working in a private appraisal center. Recently, she is helping a collector identify a batch of bone tools."

"What is a bone instrument?" Zhan Zhao was curious.

"It's just a utensil made of bones." Gongsun said, "She wants me to help identify it."

"You didn't go?" Zhan Zhao was surprised. "Don't you love bones and corpses the most?"

Gongsun said, "That place is too far away. In this ghost weather, your elder brother prohibits me from going out."

"How far?" Zhan Zhao narrowed his eyes, "Your brother forbids me to go out" clearly shows his love.

"It's at least two and a half hours to drive in the north of the Botanical Garden." Gongsun said, reaching out to take a pack of potato chips on Bai Chi's table to eat.

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, looked up and down at Gongsun's every move, and then smiled.

Gongsun chewed potato chips to see Zhan Zhao, "Why are you laughing so sinister? Don't always learn from Zhao Jue's expression when you're okay."

Zhan Zhao simply closed the book, "You are willing to fly to the other side of the earth for the sake of the body. There is no reason why you will stump you by two and a half hours of driving and heavy wind and rain. My brother will not restrict you from traveling. If you call me, don't say it's windy or rainy, he will send you to the designated location if you put a knife..."

Gongsun continued to chew potato chips.

"Yeah." Zhan Zhao looked at him with beautiful eyes for a long time and spoke, "It seems that the problem is not the bone organ, but the windy day and the botanical garden."

"Ahem." Gongsun was stuck with potato chips, and while pounding his chest, he took the teacup on the table, "If you continue like this, you will be silenced sooner or later."

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows and began to search for the information stored in his head. "A case occurred in the Botanical Garden ten years ago. It was August. That year, the typhoon was very severe. Is it related to that case?"

Gongsun bounced off the sofa and rubbed his arms, "I got goosebumps!"

Zhan Zhao blinked, and at this time, the elevator door opened with a "ding" sound.

When everyone turned around, they saw that it was not Bai Yutang and the others who came, but Bao Zheng.

"Have you come back yet?" Bao Zheng came in with a folder and took a look and frowned.

Zhan Zhao stared at the file bag, "Baobao, is there a case?"

Bureau Bao handed him over the information and said, "There is no case, but I want to ask you some professional questions."

Zhan Zhao received the document and opened it and saw that it was a report for spiritual appraisal.

Zhan Zhao looked at the baggage in confusion.

Bao Zheng said, "A few days ago, a murder occurred. In the park on the beach, a woman was killed."

"Why was killed?" Zhan Zhao asked.

"Not very clear." Bao Zheng replied.

Zhan Zhao frowned.

Gongsun asked, "Are there no witnesses?"

"It was the morning when the incident occurred." Bao Zheng said, "An old man who ran in the morning witnessed the whole process. He was the only witness."

"Is this the person?" Zhan Zhao looked at the photos on the information and frowned, "Does the old man have a history of mental illness?"

Bao Zheng nodded.

Zhan Zhao looked through his medical records and suddenly stood up.

Gongsun saw Zhan Zhao's eyes shining, as if he had seen something rare.

Baoju also wanted to laugh, "I guessed you have this kind of expression."

"What's the problem?" Gongsun was curious.

"What a rare case!" Zhan Zhao said.

Gongsun leaned over to see, "What disease?"

"Sight loss caused by mental problems!" Zhan Zhao said, "Also called one-half deficit disease. Only half of the world he saw with his eyes!"

Gongsun puzzled, "Half?"

Zhan Zhao drew a horizontal line in front of his eyes, "No matter how your eyes turn, the patient can only see half of it."

"There is still this disease?" Gongsun also had no idea. "So how to treat this disease?"

"I have never encountered such a case, but there is a case in Zhao Jue's treatment information. He cured people through hypnosis." Zhan Zhao replied.

"Is this disease still running? Isn't I afraid of falling into a pit or hitting a tree?" Jiang Ping was confused.

"He is already cured." After reading the medical record, Zhan Zhao touched his chin, "Well... he recovered naturally? This is really strange."

At this time, the elevator door opened again, and a group of people ran out of the elevator, and Bai Yutang and the others came back.

Everyone just finished the exam, and Jiang Ping had already drawn up the transcript, "Tsk tsk, are you doing well in the exam?"

When Bai Yutang saw that Bao Zheng was there, he came over and asked, "Doctor Bao, is there a case?"

"Just just consult." Bao said, "To put it simply, an old man who ran in the morning witnessed a murder case and accused a person of being the murderer. However, the old man had a very rare mental history, and the lawyer of the other party said that his words were not trustworthy. In addition, the person accused of the old man did not know the victim of the case at all. When the crime occurred, it was early in the morning. The other party said that he was sleeping at home and there was no evidence of absenteeism."

Bai Yutang frowned, "What about investigating the murderer?"

"Ai Hu and the others are investigating." Bao Zheng sighed, "but there is no clue at all."

Bai Yutang asked, "What? We need to take over the investigation?"

"Not this." Bao Zheng shook his head and said, "I just think this old man is a little suspicious."

Everyone was curious to look at Bao Zheng, "Where is suspicious?"

"This old man is a witness to three murders."

The words of Baoju made everyone stunned.

"Three times?" Zhao Hu jumped up, "This probability is enough to win the lottery!"

"The probability of winning the lottery is lower." Bao Zheng said, "The earliest one was six years ago, then three years ago, and then now." Bao Zheng said, "The problem is that he accused the same person of murder every time, but every time there is insufficient evidence. The two cases in the past were unsolved cases, and now this is probably a bit unsolved."

"The same person is the one he accused now?" Zhan Zhao asked.

Bao Zheng nodded.

"It sounds like the possibility of personal grudges is even greater." Bai Chi rushed over and distributed them to everyone, "Didn't the other party sue him in reverse?"

Before Bao Zheng could speak, Bai Yutang pointed to the report on the mental appraisal in Zhan Zhao.

"Oh..." Bai Chi nodded, right. The uncle said "I'm sick" and could explain any mistakes.

"They have no personal grudges, they don't know each other at all, and they don't have any contact with each other." Bao Ju shook his head, "But this matter is still a bit strange. The key is that no one can figure out whether this old man is sick or not, and whether he is telling the truth."

"So?" Zhan Zhao looked at Bao Zheng.

"What Ai Hu and the others mean, I want you to talk to that uncle." Bao Ju said.

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows, "No problem."

Bai Yutang took the car keys and said, "I'll go with you."

"I want to go too." Zhao Hu was obviously very interested in the uncle's situation. He didn't go by himself and even pulled Ma Han.

Soon, Bai Yutang drove out of the police station and drove onto the stormy road.

In the car, Zhan Zhao took out the information.

The old man's name is Liu Jin. He is 61 years old this year. He was originally a university teacher who taught mathematics. He developed one-half deficiencies at the age of 45 and received five years of very chaotic treatment. When he was fifty, he suddenly recovered by himself.

Zhan Zhao frowned, and always had no understanding of the words "natural recovery". "I actually got better by myself... This is really a miracle."

"Oh, Dr. Zhan." Zhao Hu lay on the back seat and asked Zhan Zhao curiously, "I saw the news that a fool was knocked on a stick and woke up and became a genius. What is this situation?"

Zhan Zhao gnawed a chocolate bar and looked at Zhao Hu, "This probability is similar to being kidnapped by aliens."

Ma Han is looking at another document, which is the "suspect" who was identified by the old man as the murderer three times in a row.

"Yue Hai..." Ma Han frowned and looked at the photos on the information. He was a very decent old man, looking like he was in his fifties, dressed like a business elite.

"It sounds so familiar?" Zhao Hu leaned over to take a look.

"Yue Hai often appears in magazines and newspapers, and is a very successful businessman." Zhan Zhao said.

"What business does he do?" Bai Yutang was curious.

"There is a shopping mall," Zhan Zhao said, "but he has retired and has left all his business to his children. He is very capable, and he has attended some of his elder brother's business gatherings, which I have a little impression."

"This old man looks very kind." Zhao Hu touched his chin, took out his phone and searched for his related news, and then frowned, "This old man is lame. He usually comes out with a crutch or a wheelchair, and it looks very inconvenient to move."

Ma Han asked, "Why is he lame?"

"I don't know." Zhao Hu was holding a tablet computer and fiddling with it, so he asked Jiang Ping to help him check it out.
To be continued...