"Was it done by someone from the so-called Valley of Thousands of Medicine? If so, who sent the information?" Captain Yang, who was leading the team, kept smoking.
Knock, knock, knock. There was another knock on the door.
"No way, not again!" He subconsciously took out his gun.
"Come in."
Creak. The door was pushed open from the outside. A man in his 30s came in.
"Boss, haven't you left yet?"
"No, I'm thinking about something," Captain Yang said.
"You haven't eaten, have you?"
"Not yet."
"Let's go out and have a meal. It's my treat."
"OK." Captain Yang put the gun back into the holster on his waist. He put away the information and left the office with it.
"Boss, don't be so nervous," Captain Yang said. "It's too stressful."
"How can it not be stressful? 16 people have died," Captain Yang said.
"Hiss, ha, Boss, to put it bluntly, don't take it too seriously."
"Go ahead."
"I heard that Secretary Guo has a big background."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Ah, could it be that someone doesn't like him and wants to make trouble for him?"
"If they don't like him, they can just put him down. Why do they have to go through so much trouble and kill 16 people all at once?"
"Well, that's true."
"But, you have provided an idea," Captain Yang said. "Maybe it really has something to do with him."
Before he received the order, his leader had specifically told him that Secretary Guo's background was not ordinary. He should restrain himself and not be so grumpy.
"Another second-generation heir." Captain Yang was already very unhappy with these people.
"What about the murderer?"
"I don't have a clue yet," Captain Yang suddenly said. "No, I just have a little clue."
"You have a clue?"
"Yes, but I need to make sure if it's right."
"Here we are. It's a Sichuan restaurant. I know you like spicy food."
"Let's go."
Many people in the city did not sleep that night.
The next day, the sun was bright in the sky.
"Secretary Guo, sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome, Captain Yang."
The two of them were in Guo Zhenghe's office.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Ah, actually, there is," Captain Yang said with a smile.
"Please speak."
"The Valley of Thousands of Medicine. Does Secretary Guo know about this place?"
"The Valley of Thousands of Medicine?" Guo Zhenghe's expression changed when he heard the name.
"Oh, it seems like you really know everything?"
"I know. Of course, it's just hearsay. I heard that the people in this place are good at using poison and raising Gu."
"And?"
"No, but Captain Yang, I guessed that this case might be related to them."
"Secretary Guo's intuition is really sharp. It's possible, but I'm not sure."
"Then what is the purpose of your visit?"
"Does Secretary Guo know the exact location of the Valley of Thousands of Medicine?"
"I don't know. I've heard that this place is isolated from the rest of the world. The people inside rarely communicate with the outside world. They are all self-contained."
"Since you don't like to communicate with the outside world, why did you do all these things?"
"Then I don't know. I'll have to rely on Captain Yang to reveal the answer."
"Well, that's why we're here. Secretary Guo, if you know anything else about the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, please let us know."
"That's not a problem."
"Sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome."
Guo Zhenghe personally walked the criminal investigation expert from the provincial capital out of the office. He then returned to his room and lit a cigarette.
"He actually knows about the Valley of Thousands of Medicine and knows about me?"
Guo Zhenghe picked up his phone and made a call to ask a few questions.
"I don't."
"They already know."
"Well, by what means?"
"We'll talk about it when we meet."
"Okay."
In the mountain village thousands of miles away, Wang Yao had a special guest.
"Elder Sang, why are you here?" The person who came was Sang Guzi. He did not come alone. He had brought a middle-aged man and a sallow and emaciated young man. They looked to be about 17 or 18 years old.
"I have something to trouble you with."
"Go ahead." Wang Yao hurriedly replied. He admired the old man and had always regarded himself as a junior.
"This child doesn't like to talk much. Take a look at him."
"Okay, how long has it been?"
"Well, more than a year."
Wang Yao carefully examined the young man. Other than his weak body, he did not find any obvious abnormalities. If it was not a physical problem, it had to be a psychological one.
"Did he have any abnormalities before this illness appeared?"
"His mother passed away, and he became very quiet after that," the middle-aged man said.
"Is that so?" Wang Yao was silent for a while. This kind of illness was not easy to treat.
"Well, I'll give him a prescription to try," Wang Yao said.
"Okay."
He thought of the medicine that the pharmacist used to calm the nerves. This young man was probably ill because of his mother's death. Over time, it had accumulated to become what it was now.
"Wait a moment." Wang Yao made a pot of tea for Elder Sang and the others.
"I'll boil the medicine."
"Okay."
This time, Wang Yao only used the Moonlight Herb. The rest of the herbs were from Nanshan.
"Elder Sang, is this the person you were talking about?"
"Yes."
"Can he really cure Xiao Nan's illness?"
"Let's give it a try," Elder Sang said. "At least until now, I haven't seen an illness that he can't treat."
"I hope so."
Wang Yao finished boiling the medicine and brought it over. He only gave the young man a small cup to drink.
"How do you feel?" Wang Yao asked softly. The young man did not speak. He just looked at him quietly.
"It doesn't seem to be effective," the middle-aged man said.
"It's effective," the young man suddenly said.
"What? Xiao Nan, what did you say?" the man asked in surprise.
He had not heard his son speak to a stranger in such a way for a long time.
"It's effective, but the effect is limited," Wang Yao said with a smile.
He suddenly reached out and gently touched the young man's forehead.
"How do you feel?"
"A little bit," the young man called Xiao Nan said again.
"Hmm, cool, cool?" Wang Yao nodded with a smile.
"Well, let's call it a day."
"Call it a day?"
"Well, you can go back first. I'll stay and talk to my friend."
"Well, I won't disturb you." The middle-aged man left the clinic with his son.
"This is the grandson of an old friend. He came to me for help, but I don't have a good way, so I came to see you," Sang Guzi said with a smile.
"I've seen such an illness before, but it's similar. I don't have absolute confidence," Wang Yao said.
The last time he saw such a purely mental illness was the young man who wanted to become a deity. He believed that he was right. This time, the young man closed himself off and did not want to communicate with the outside world. Maybe he knew everything, but he just did not want to talk about it. The consequences were not to be underestimated. This was autism. If left alone without taking the initiative to treat it, the consequences would be terrible. The young man might have to live alone in the future.
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