I sat on the bed and pulled up the consultation records I had secretly photographed.
They contained some basic information about the patients and summaries of their psychological conditions.
Qu Yan and He Feilong shared the same birthday—Lunar April 15.
But consultation records would not list a patient's lunar birthday, only their Gregorian birthday.
I could only use my phone to look up the lunar dates corresponding to those Gregorian birthdays, one by one.
After searching for ages, I finally found another person born on Lunar April 15 in the twentieth photo, out of the twenty-odd photos I had taken.
This was another female patient, still quite young at just nineteen, named Cao Bing.
He also had severe depression, with physical symptoms including gastrointestinal discomfort and muscle soreness.
His consultation had been a week earlier.
If this was a new round of Seven Deaths for a Life, then he was definitely the third victim.
Was he dead now?
Or was he still alive?
I hurriedly called Brother Liu, hoping he could help me look into it.
But the call did not go through.
He had probably blocked me because he was afraid I would disturb his sleep at night...
Even if we investigated now, it probably would not be easy. The consultation record only listed Cao Bing's age and date of birth, without his home address or even a photo. How were we supposed to find him?
I checked the time. One in the morning.
It would be better to investigate during the day.
I lay down on the bed, ready to turn off the light and sleep.
I slept poorly that night, drifting in light sleep without ever falling into a deep sleep.
After what felt like a long time, the sound of crying suddenly came from inside my