It looks a bit old, with wrinkles on the edges and corners, and the color is also ancient light yellow, so it must have been shelved for some years.

It's an album.

She sat in front of the table and opened the album. The orange light of the desk lamp fell down with a little warmth, reflecting the photos above. A beam of light quietly hit the woman's straight and high nose bridge, and the long eyelashes drooped with shadow.

There are many photos in the album, basically all of which are from the original owner's family, and a few of them are from relatives and friends.

There are often a group of young couples who smile gently and kindly, and they seem to be the original owner's parents.

Ranbai flipped the album page by page, his side face was covered with cold white. He accidentally caught a photo of the original owner's parents with another tall man and a small boy. The original owner and his sister stood in front of their parents.

The little boy looked at the camera. He was very young and a little immature, holding the hand of a tall man, who was wearing a black watch on his hand.

Maybe it's a friend or something.

Ranbai turned another page until she finished turning the entire album. She closed the album, bent her arms slightly against the table, folded her slender hands together against her fair forehead, closed her eyes, and silently remembered all the pictures she had just seen.

Countless faces swayed in my mind.

Without any memory.

Maybe.

It will come in handy later.

The next day,

early morning,

The sun shines through the clouds and scatters light golden light. In summer, the clouds roll and the wind is gentle.

An aircraft dived in high altitude and eventually landed at the airport.

In the airport,

The reminder sounds of the flight are repeating, and pedestrians pass by each other in a hurry.

A young girl walked from the airport slowly, her steps were neither too fast nor too slow, and she was as elegant as a painting. In this 21st century, where traffic was noisy and bustling, she exuded a rare sense of tranquility and distance.

The beautiful lady with a sky-green cheongsam, a standing collar surrounds the neck and is slender and fair, and the waist is slender and beautiful. The hem of the cheongsam sways slightly with light steps, elegant and elegant.

It should be the cheongsam beauty who came out of the misty rain paintings of Jiangnan in March. She exudes a gentle and jade-like atmosphere everywhere, and is a real lady from a noble family.

The girl stood tall and graceful, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and walked away from the airport.

"Miss." When the butler who was waiting for the pickup at the airport saw the figure of Xianxian, he smiled a little on his face, walked forward, took the suitcase from Bai You.

Bai You nodded slightly, knowing and etiquette.

The housekeeper said: "Sir is waiting for you outside the airport."

Bai You said yes, his voice was clear.

Outside the airport,

A low-key black luxury car was parked, with the window half open, revealing the man's firm and sharp side face.

"Father." The girl walked forward step by step and called out softly, her tone was neither fast nor slow, which was very comfortable.

The man was in his forties, with a steady and sharp temperament. After hearing the sound, he glanced at the girl, and his expression was a little calmer, "Get on the car."

He asked, "Will you go back again this time?"

The housekeeper opened the car door and stood on one side. Bai You got into the car. She stroked her white fingers and sat down with her cheongsam. Every move was a gentle temperament cultivated since childhood. She replied in a warm voice: "I will transfer my career to China."

The man nodded.

The car drove all the way to the private villa, and the car door was opened. Bai You got off the car without panic, stood there waiting for his father to get out, and then walked into the villa with the man.

…

On the other side,

In front of a psychological clinic.

Today is the weekend, Ranbai did not go to the police station and came here in clean and cold clothes.

It was because of a call.

The original owner had a mental illness, and a psychiatrist had been instructing the original owner all year round.

Such things are not difficult to guess. Combined with the original owner's experience, it is easy to be involved in things ten years ago.

"Miss Song." In the studio, a man in his thirties was wearing a doctor's white coat, dressed properly and had a gentle temperament. As a psychologist, he really gave people a comfortable atmosphere that was easy to remove defense.

He greeted him when he saw the cold figure walking in.

Qi Yibo.

The white gaze swept across the breastplate that the man had placed above the pocket of the white coat, and then sat quietly on the chair, "Doctor Qi."

"How do you feel recently?" As a doctor and a patient, Qi Yibo asked with a smile.

"It's OK."

"Don't you feel any discomfort?"

"Um."

Qi Yibo asked a lot of questions, Ranbai answered them all in an official and concise manner.

The doctor was taking a pen to record. The tip of the pen paused and looked up at the forensic doctor. His gaze was friendly and he was a bit joking tone: "If you haven't seen each other for a week, you seem to have changed."

Ranbai looked at him, and the pupils in his eyes were extremely dark.

"But it seems that it has not changed." Qi Yibo murmured to himself and asked while making records: "Have you had anything around you recently?"

"No big deal." The woman said coldly: "Is the murder case calculated?"

Qi Yibo pressed his eyebrows helplessly, and got used to the attitude of the forensic doctor. His tone was relaxed: "You have recovered well in the past few years, much better than in previous years. Although the medicine I gave you doesn't need to be taken every day, you should remember to take it."

"Have you finished eating?" Qi Yibo looked at her, "I need me to prescribe for you?"

Nodded with white hair.

Qi Yibo said yes.

Ranbai didn't stay in the psychological clinic for a long time, so she cooperated with everyone who needed to cooperate and then left with the medicine.

The forensic doctor walked out of the office and closed the door solemnly. When he turned around, his eyes hit the figure walking out of an office opposite.

He is very tall and slender and superior. The white coat that belongs to the doctor is particularly suitable. He is very abstinent. His eyes are narrow and black under the ink hair, and his thin lips are half curled with a shallow curve. He has a gentle and handsome temperament, not very much like a doctor.

When you look slightly flatter, your face is deep and you are noble.

After seeing the dyed white, he nodded slightly and then walked in another direction.

Ranbai left the psychological clinic, and she lowered her eyes and looked at the time on her wristwatch.

There is one thing that needs to be done tonight.

It was exactly nine o'clock in the morning.

The light white and dazzling sunlight penetrated the clouds and casted through the gaps between branches and leaves, bathing the psychological clinic in the sun.

"Brother! You'd better come back. My father's anger is gone, but he's still very worried about you." In the psychologist's office, a man stood in front of the office desk, looked at the figure in front of him and advised.

Wen Heng leaned against the back of the chair, and his white coat was set off with an abstinent temperament. He played with a black pen between his slender fingers, and his skin was very white.

When he lowered his eyes slightly, he listened to Wen Chen's words, and he was erect and gently erected under his nose. He did not take these words to heart, and his tone was a little ridiculous: "Get out after you finish speaking."

The midsummer sun shines in, outlining his side face, three-dimensional and handsome, like a mixed-race child, without any warmth.

Wen Chen's face froze. He stared at Wen Heng and said slowly: "Brother, why should you do this?"
Chapter completed!