"Except for the agreed treatment time, I have no responsibility for you at other times." Qin Mengying replied.

Ou Mingxuan smiled slyly, "I think your original intention was not to let my mother drive me to death, but you didn't convey your meaning clearly and now I am living on the street. Shouldn't you be responsible for this?"

Qin Mengying pondered, "Then what do you want?"

"Even Jun Zeye was bought by my mother, and now the only person I can find is you." Ou Mingxuan replied with a natural tone.

"It's not convenient for me to take you in."

Ou Mingxuan raised his eyebrows, "Is there a man in there?"

"No." Qin Mengying replied blankly.

"Then why is it inconvenient? Don't worry, I have no interest in you!" Ou Mingxuan assured him leisurely.

"Are you sure you want to go in?" Qin Mengying asked.

"Of course it is!"

"Ok."

Qin Mengying opened the door.

Ou Mingxuan limped in, and then retreated with a scream in the next second.

Qin Meng put down the bag with no surprise, and went straight to the kitchen to cook.

"I said... Are you sure this is the place where people live, not the murder scene?" Ou Mingxuan was sweating coldly.

The whole room adopts a gray tone. As soon as you enter the door, you can see the weird human bone wind chimes swaying on your face, and the famous painting "Death of Mara" when you lift your eyes.

Ou Mingxuan looked around with fear, and even saw a white human bone model in the study. The curtains were actually black, the edges were silver delicate embroidery, scattered with stars of various colors, like a torn night.

He looked down and found that the slippers on his feet were a monster with a mouth wide open, and his feet were just sticking out of its mouth. Ou Mingxuan coughed and threw the slippers away, preferring to bare his feet.

He decided to put on some music to break the horrifying silence, and the result was a "Death Hymn" Black Friday when he released a disc.

"I heard that psychologists are all perverts! Shouldn't you...may I ask you a question?" Ou Mingxuan asked with interest.

Regardless of whether Qin Mengying was listening or not, Ou Mingxuan asked himself, “There are three mothers and daughters, and the mother is dead. The two sisters went to the funeral. At the funeral, the sister met a handsome man and fell in love with him at first sight. . But the man disappeared after the funeral, and my sister couldn’t find him no matter how she looked for him. Then a month later, my sister killed her sister. Why?"

The corner of Qin Mengying's mouth twitched slightly, and he ignored him.

This is an idiot psychological test from how many years ago...

"Hey! Do you not know? Don't live up to my expectations of you!" Ou Mingxuan shook his head regretfully, "Forget it, I'll give you another chance! Xiao Hong likes to go to Xiao Ming's house with his parents to play , Once Xiao Hong found out that there was a cute doll in Xiao Ming's house. Xiao Hong committed suicide when she returned home. Why?"

Qin Mengying opened the lid of the pot and put the cut pieces of meat in, obviously without the intention of paying attention to him.

Ou Mingxuan rubbed his hair irritably, "Don't know? You are too unprofessional, right? I asked one last question. I took a train to the neighboring town to see a doctor. After seeing the doctor, he was all well. On the way back, the train passed through a tunnel , This person committed suicide by jumping off the building, why?"

Qin Mengying glanced at Ou Mingxuan. Is this man talking to himself and not being bored?

Later, Ou Mingxuan saw a whole set of "US FBI Criminal Psychology Questions" in Qin Mengying's study, and realized that he was a trickster, but he was very curious that Qin Mengying had answered a few questions.