“Get…married?”

Feng Zihao was stunned for a few seconds, probably because he was judging. Xiao Ran asked him what the deep meaning of this question was, and hesitated and said: "Why do you need to get married? Marriage is a grave?"

"Are you unmarried?"

Mo Xiaobei followed and asked, "In your era, non-marriageism was difficult to accept in society, right? Have you never thought about starting a family, having a child or something?"

"Ha, family? Haha, child?"

Speaking of this topic, Feng Zihao relaxed a little, looking very bored and unremitting: "The family is the prison that imprisons people's freedom, and the children are the individuals who waste their energy.

I said why are you young young people so old-fashioned? Your thoughts are older than us! What do you want children to do? What do your family to do?

A person’s life is just a few decades long, so he should not be dragged down by these things. He should enjoy life and pursue spiritual wealth! Family, children? Only mediocre people will focus their precious energy for the rest of their lives on this!"

Feng Zihao talked endlessly on this topic, repeatedly reminding Mo Xiaobei and others not to be blinded by mundane things, resulting in wasting their great years.

Xiao Ran does not fully agree with Feng Zihao's concept. As far as family is concerned, his personal attitude is to let things go, not force or deliberately.

Of course, Xiao Ran did not answer the topic of Feng Zihao, but continued to jump and asked: "Do you know Changqiao Park?"

"I know, what's wrong? I often played where I was a child." Feng Zihao said frankly.

"Then have you thrown a white pajama recently?"

"White pajamas? I never wear pajamas when I sleep." Feng Zihao became more and more confused.

"Yes... Then have you ever like Xi Ruxiang?" Xiao Ran changed his mind again.

Feng Zihao's pupils suddenly shrank, and his tone rose a little, "You, what did you say?"

But he immediately realized this, adjusted immediately, twisted his body, pretended to be relaxed, and said with a slight smile: "Will I like her? How is that possible! I said that I don't like girls..."

Xiao Ran quietly watched Feng Zihao's self-direction and self-acting, but no matter how good his acting skills are now, it cannot make up for the flaws that have just been revealed. The typical micro-expression when lying cannot deceive people, even if his eyes are filled with endless sincerity.

Feng Zihao and Xi Ruxiang must have had unknown pasts when they were in college! Xiao Ran is absolutely sure of this.

"So you don't get married, you don't have someone you like, and then you fall in love with medicine?"

Xiao Ran continued to ask: "Why are you taking the path of surgery for?"

Is it because of the pleasure of breaking down Xi Ruxiang? Xiao Ran left behind these half sentences, and he could only know the profound meaning of it himself.

"At first, I never thought about practicing medicine. My uncle asked me to study medicine. Oh, he is in the People's Hospital and is one of the medical experts in the city."

Feng Zihao explained frankly: "When I was just starting out, I wanted to do it perfunctorily. Later, the more I learned, I became more interested and gradually fell in love with surgery."

"Then you treat the operation as your lifelong pursuit?" Zhang Lei suddenly asked.

Feng Zihao nodded solemnly: "Yes!"

"I am sincerely involved in surgery, don't like girls, don't form families, don't get married..."

Xiao Ran smiled slightly, and paused word by word. Feng Zihao looked at Xiao Ran coldly, as if preparing for Xiao Ran’s question: “So, forgive me for taking the liberty… Are your ideas affected by the broken relationship of your parents on you?”

The office was silent for a moment, and there was a dead silence.

Feng Zihao's face gradually turned pale. He sat up slowly, his fierce eyes staring at Xiao Ran who was still smiling.

His hand, which was clenched into a fist, kept shaking on the back of the chair, finally stretched out two fingers, pointed to the closed door, and three hysterical notes burst out from the gap of his teeth: "Get out!"

Zhang Lei was always weak and tense up at this time. He and Mo Xiaobei stared at Feng Zihao tightly, for fear that Feng Zihao would take action against Xiao Ran on impulse. Even though Xiao Ran was prepared for a long time.

"Sorry, please answer my question truthfully."

Xiao Ran continued to stimulate Feng Zihao's heart. If Xi Ruxiang's death was really related to Feng Zihao, he had to find out Feng Zihao's psychological weaknesses.

In the most sensitive and fragile part of the human heart, there may be hidden devils. Once they are touched unintentionally one day, the devil will come out to harm people.

Assuming that it was Xi Ruxiang, who was murdered by Feng Zihao, would the original stimulus factor be the emotional problem of Feng Zihao's parents?

If so, how did Xi Ruxiang touch on this topic under the premise that Xi Ruxiang had a relationship with Feng Zihao?

When talking about the other party’s parents, even couples with relatively stable relationships rarely mention them.

"This is my personal privacy, you have no right to spy on it!"

Feng Zihao squeezed out this sentence from his teeth. If you listen carefully, you can still hear the "climbing" friction between Feng Zihao's upper and lower teeth.

What he has been patient with is that the emotional problem between his parents is a taboo that cannot be mentioned in front of him!

"You only need to answer, yes or no." Xiao Ran was not afraid at all.

Feng Zihao stared at Xiao Ran, as if he wanted to engrave every detail of Xiao Ran's appearance in his memory.

He sat back slowly, took a deep breath, and his muscles began to relax, and he replied indifferently: "No!...I will not answer any questions for you, please leave."

Xiao Ran nodded, took the record page from Mo Xiaobei's hand, and handed it to Feng Zihao: "Please sign it too."

Feng Zihao took the paper and pen, but didn't even look at his name on the note.

Then he pressed his handprints with a portable ink, then threw the paper and pen heavily onto the table with a "splash", and a strong anger was conveyed in the sound.

Xiao Ran put away the things without saying a word. Seeing Zhang Lei turn off the recorder, he said 'goodbye', and then pushed the door straight away.

After walking out of Aihua Hospital, Zhang Lei said worriedly: "Xiao Ran, you are a little irritating about Feng Zihao? If you arouse him like this, what if his old illness recurs and commits the crime again?"

"If we don't inspire him, we will not know that his family and his parents' feelings are the most sensitive parts in his heart, and also his weaknesses. This is the direction we will focus on in the next step."

Xiao Ran opened the car door and then looked up at Mo Xiaobei Road: "Xiaobei, call Team Leader Bao and asked him to urgently transfer someone to stare at Feng Zihao for 24 hours. Leizi is right. If he really committed the crime back then, now he is stimulated by us, so be sure to prevent him from 'returning to his old career'!"

Mo Xiaobei stroked the bangs that were blown by the wind and nodded, "I understand this. Let's stare here first, and we will leave when the people in the bureau come."

It was almost 1:40 at noon, and the people assigned by Bao Keji finally arrived.

After handing over the task, the hungry Xiao Ran and the other two went to have lunch first. Since Zhang Lei was "sick in the body", the three had to go to a porridge shop to solve the lunch problem.

After lunch, the three of them went to the Gulou Community on Wangjiang Road, where Feng Zihao and his parents lived.

Fifteen years ago, what happened between Feng Zihao's parents?

How much harm did the specific incident cause to his psychology?

Are these things the original inducement to Xi Ruxiang's subsequent murder?

All the answers seem to be in this old community in front of you...
Chapter completed!