Because of a movie.

Because of a cigarette extinguishing action.

Chen Xiao started to suspect that something had happened to Wang Jun.

The suspicion was unrelated to what he was currently investigating, but merely because the character extinguishing cigarettes in the movie made him associate something.

No matter how much Chen Xiao loves to theorize or how meticulously he plans, he wouldn’t preemptively treat Wang Jun as if he were the character in the movie.

However, upon entering a case, Chen Xiao habitually wants to inquire about every character he hears of.

Wang Jun didn’t hesitate, frankly saying:

"Madman Zhang is someone from our village, who previously got into a prestigious school and had a decent job. But later, his family was struck by disaster, and after he dealt with it, he completely fell apart."

"Yet because he only seemed dispirited, his family didn’t take it seriously, until one day his emotions suddenly collapsed, and since then, he’s been mad."

Chen Xiao nodded silently, inadvertently looking at Wang Dahe.

If Wang Jun’s description is accurate, then with this precedent, Wang Jun and Qin Qing worrying that Wang Dahe would become like Madman Zhang is reasonable.

Furthermore, yesterday Chen Xiao had a deep conversation with Wang Dahe, and Wang Dahe had come to understand many things.

That’s why today they came to Kang Xin Hospital.

Although it’s a private hospital, where treating any illness might be more expensive than other hospitals.

But many attending physicians at Kang Xin Hospital are known in Yangguan County for their skilled medical expertise.

After understanding everything, Chen Xiao noticed Zhong Tian hadn’t called him yet, so he told Bai Xinghu to accompany Wang Jun and bring Wang Dahe to see the psychologist.

While Wang Dahe was having the consultation with the psychiatrist, Chen Xiao sat down and chatted with Wang Jun.

Wang Jun: "Chen Xiao, you’ve really improved your drinking capacity; last night we drank so much, yet you could still help me to the hotel, impressive!"

"You think being the God of Liquor on Phoenix Street is a joke?" Chen Xiao teased, then turned his gaze to the diagnostic room to look at Wang Dahe, saying:

"Your dad’s situation appeared in the last two years, right?"

"Yes, it started when he didn’t get the promotion the year before last, and then after his long-prepared book got rejected, he became increasingly off. Sometimes I feel helpless, you know the setbacks he faced were trivial, those small setbacks, failing once just means try again!"

Wang Jun’s thinking is dangerous.

Especially for Chen Xiao, a Reincarnator.

He really understands that the last straw that breaks a depressed patient is often the misunderstanding of their family members.

Some people have strong endurance; when the blows others suffer seem trivial to them, they think the person is being melodramatic!

Chen Xiao became serious: "Given this, why did you bring your dad to see a psychologist? Don’t you think this is a waste of money?"

"No, absolutely not! I was just saying, but in reality, I do think he’s ill."

"Once ill, treat him like a patient; don’t say such things to him. His illness isn’t visible. Sometimes a single sentence from you could be a knife that kills him."

Wang Jun didn’t say much, just nodded heavily.

Just then, Zhong Tian called, Chen Xiao answered, and then said to Wang Jun:

"I have to leave for something; tell your dad for me later."

Wang Jun nodded, and Chen Xiao left first.

Returning to the autopsy room.

Zhong Tian had rested for a while and regained quite a bit of energy.

But he remained the same as before, focusing solely on his autopsy work.

Chen Xiao also silently stood by.

For every step Zhong Tian took, he memorized a step.

Only his memory wasn’t so strong as to retrace every scene at any time.

So, he dared not relax, watching every step carefully.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Zhong Tian completed the autopsy on Wei Rong’s body, documenting everything.

By then, the autopsies of three bodies were completely done.

Zhong Tian was making a report, while his subordinates began cautiously suturing the incisions of the bodies.

Chen Xiao looked, saying: "How about I help too!"

The intern forensic doctor felt immediately conflicted, his face turned serious:

"Advisor Chen, out of maximum respect for the deceased, all incision suturing requires professional practice, so... ."

Even though the words weren’t finished, the implication was clear.

Chen Xiao wasn’t reckless, so he explained:

"Don’t worry, I won’t mess up; I’ve learned too!"

"Really?" The intern forensic doctor was unsure, about to report this to Zhong Tian.

Chen Xiao grabbed him, took up the sutures, and started sewing up the body.

As the intern forensic doctor watched his technique which, although clumsy, was merely slow!

Moreover, as the familiarity grew, Chen Xiao’s speed picked up, which finally reassured the intern forensic doctor.

Only, he didn’t know that, simultaneously, Chen Xiao was using the Power of Bathing!

At that moment, nobody knew into which world Chen Xiao was stepping.

If Chen Xiao were to describe it himself,

the world he entered was bright, yet each corner emitted a chilling coldness!

He entered a restaurant.

Three people were sitting at the dining table!

All were in a coma, bound with ropes.

But it wasn’t long before the three bound individuals regained consciousness.

Upon waking up, they began struggling violently.

This caused the chair legs to continually rub against the floor, and some even fell onto the floor with their chairs.

But at this time, Chen Xiao was the unknown murderer, he lifted one person’s chair back up.

He even slightly smiled in a cultured manner at the remaining two, making a silent gesture.

Afterward, the sharp knife in his hand directly sliced open the person’s chest.

He wore gloves and reached into the warm chest cavity.

The remaining two widened their eyes, letting out muted cries.

However, no matter their struggles, they couldn’t break free from the ropes, staring helplessly as their relative’s life was claimed!

Chen Xiao’s brow furrowed by then.

Involuntarily, he began to analyze in his mind:

"This isn’t a vendetta, it increasingly seems not to be a vendetta!"

"But there must be a reason for murder; why does what I infer from the site photos, the blood, and case process make me feel no reason?"

"Could it be that this is by a killer seeking so-called artistic stimulation?"

"From the fatal wound, the scene, the victim’s heart; I can sense the killer’s calm. Even his courtesy, the hierarchy of space, and a certain understanding of Jiao Guoxuan!"

"But why take the heart to kill? What’s the purpose of this?"

Thinking, Chen Xiao opened his eyes, feeling: "I’m overthinking it, but visited places are good. I already understand where the Power of Bathing lies, why imprison myself in the autopsy room and theorize blindly?"

"I haven’t mastered the pasts of Qiao Zhiyuan, Jiao Guoxuan, Jiao Yan, Wei Rong!"

"This case now feels not like ordinary crime, thus... the next thing I must do is seek the connection points among the deceased three and the possibly manipulated Qiao Zhiyuan!"

"And that connection is surely deeply hidden, the killer must’ve appeared in situations they all attended together!"

"So, how many scenes do I currently know from the case?"

Thinking, Chen Xiao put down his work, took off the lab coat, and directly left the autopsy room.