I have a room at Meiman Mental Hospital

"Mr. Detective, my dad bought us a lot of delicious food a while ago and changed it to a big house. But I don't think that's my dad. He doesn't love me like he used to. I even found him one night. It turned into a big monster. I suspect that my father was eaten by the monster. Can you help me find my father?" The little girl asked pitifully while holding the dirty doll. .biquge

Du Wensen sighed and said: "Neve, take them down to play, remember they are not allowed to eat anything without my permission."

Neve smiled sweetly, nodded, and happily led the two away.

Another young man in his 20s stuck his head in and took a look before walking in cautiously.

Sitting opposite Du Wensen, he seemed a little uneasy and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Brooke, from England."

"Well! Tell me why you're here." Du Wensen sat upright.

Intuitively, this person's story would be somewhat interesting.

"That's it." Brooke thought for a moment and said, "My girlfriend Mira left me."

"We've been together for three years and we've never had a fight. We're very sweet and have a good understanding. I understand. I mean, we've always had a great time getting along."

"But she suddenly left me two months ago, leaving only a note and disappearing without saying anything."

"Where's the note? Have you brought it?" Du Wensen asked.

"Brought it, but it didn't say where she went." Brooke handed an incomplete note to Du Wensen and said.

Du Wensen looked at it and said, "Has the note always looked like this?"

"Yes, this is the last memory she left for me. I always promised it was good."

There was only one sentence on the note: "Dear, I'm leaving! Please don't miss me."

"Oh! Your girlfriend's handwriting is very ugly!" Du Wensen said casually.

"She, she hasn't read much," Brooke explained.

Du Wensen handed the note back to Brooke and said, "You continue."

Brooke hesitated: "Mr. Detective, you will always keep our conversation confidential, right?"

"Of course, just say it!" Du Wensen signaled.

Brooke felt relieved and said: "Since my girlfriend left, my friend and good friend Mike has been taking care of me. He makes me soup every day, encourages me, and cheers me up. Gradually, between us, The relationship between us has changed, and I feel like I can’t live without him.”

Du Wensen raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Well, homosexuals will not be discriminated against."

"I know, since Mira left me, I feel like I will never fall in love with another woman again. I came here just to ask Mr. Detective, can you help me find Mira? If I can find her, then I will still reject Mike," Brooke said bitterly.

"The internal organs account for about one-third, and in two months, it will be consumed approximately every day..."

After a minute, Du Wensen stopped calculating and showed a knowing smile.

"Mr. Detective, Mr. Detective? Can you help me find Mira?" Brooke asked again.

Du Wensen replied: "Your Mira has been eaten by you!"

Brooke suspected that he heard wrongly and stammered: "Mr. Detective, you, what did you say?"

"Mike was jealous of your relationship with Mira. He loved you, so one day two months ago, he killed Mira. Then you were naturally his, and then he cut the Mira you loved into pieces. I cooked it for you every day, but it has been eaten by you after two months. If you go home and search in the refrigerator now, you may still be able to find Mira’s head." Du Wensen replied.

"No, it's impossible. How could Mike do that? He's very timid." Brooke said in disbelief.

Du Wensen explained: "The note was torn off and the words were written under compulsion. If a woman decides to leave you, she will not say "honey" to you. Moreover, Mike discovered the note first. Is it right?"

Brooke stared at Du Wensen blankly, speechless.

"Also, is the soup that Mike cooked a bit salty and greasy? Because the human body itself contains more salt and fat than other animals, so when cooking human meat You must pay attention to these two points." Du Wensen said calmly.

Brooke's face turned pale and he staggered out of the house. Du Wensen's words were reasonable and he could not tolerate his disbelief.

Du Wensen sighed. Since the Detective Agency was established two days ago, there has been no interesting incident. If it continues like this, then he will go out to look for trouble on his own.

Although Andrew persuaded him that because he made too much noise in prison, Du Wensen had to pretend to be a patient in a mental hospital for a period of time.

But the premise of all this is that he is not bored.

So for the past two days, Andrew has been advertising in some newspapers, but with little success. Nothing interesting happened to him.

At this time, Du Wensen's cell phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Andrew calling.

"Hey! Du, my friend at the police station told me about another great case. Originally this was a secret and could not be told to outsiders, but one day ago you resurrected a corpse in front of everyone and impressed them deeply. So they were convinced by me. They decided to make an exception and show it to you."

"That man was just in shock, not dead. It was the doctors who were incompetent. I just saved him, not resurrected the body!" Du Wensen reminded again.

"Du, I know you Orientals are very modest, I understand. Come to the police station now, this is really a big case." Andrew said in a serious tone.

"Events with a rating below 6 are not worthy of me going out!" Du Wensen said.

"Definitely more than six points. A month ago, more than a hundred people died suddenly and mysteriously. However, the police have never been able to find out how they died. They only know that their behavior before death was somewhat different from their usual behavior. The rest is not There’s nothing in common,” Andrew replied.

After listening, Du Wensen said lazily: "It's only worth 5 points. Bring all the information back to me!"

"What? More than a hundred people died and it's only worth 5 points? Okay, I'll bring the information back. Such a big case is only worth 5 points. Then what kind of case can qualify." Andrew kept muttering.

After hanging up the phone, Du Wensen stood up and stood outside the window, watching the three children playing happily downstairs.

For the past three days, Du Wensen had been waiting for the man named Wade whose head he had blown off to come to his door. But what surprised him was that the man never showed up.

Later, because Andrew reached a settlement with Roxon Company, he asked for information about Wade. As a result, no one knew where Wade had gone, and he seemed to have disappeared.

"It would be interesting if we could catch him for experiments." Du Wensen lamented.