Li Shun was the only one crying in the interrogation room, mixed with his pitiful choking. He was still saying something, but Fatty Qian across from him couldn't hear clearly. He asked several times but got no response. The weird atmosphere in the control room was broken by Zhang Yiyi, his voice was dry and hoarse, "Schizophrenia?"
No one else said anything. Life is very stressful now, and the number of people with mental illness is expanding at a terrifying speed. It’s not that they have never seen mentally ill people, but they have never seen this kind of...
I don’t know how to describe it, I just feel overwhelmed.
The weird atmosphere showed signs of overlapping again. Some people couldn't stand it and started talking quietly to their colleagues.
"Looking at him, he doesn't want to blame the crime on his wife to clear away the suspicion. He just thinks that the split self is his wife."
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