Crazy Psychologist: Chapter 142 where is this man sent

Liu Xiaoju dragged his back slightly, walked towards the conference room with his chest in his mouth.

After the meeting, the day's work was over, but Liu Xiaoju couldn't go home yet, so he sat in the office for another two hours.

Usually, if he hasn't come home after eight o'clock in the evening, Huang Ke will send him a message or ask his eldest son to call him to ask if he is back for dinner or if he has already had a work dinner.

But on Tuesday, Liu Xiaoju was the only one left in the office of the customer service department. He was cold and desolate. He checked his phone many times, but he didn't receive a single message.

It's as if the entire world suddenly doesn't use social software.

At this time, Liu Xiaoju suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Maybe he should not endure this inexplicable illness any longer. Should he go to a hospital to have a look? Should he always hide from Huang Ke and his family?

Thinking of this, he stood up and rushed to the toilet.

At eight o'clock in the evening, even Xiaofeng, the most diligent newcomer after get off work, had already gone home with his laptop fifteen minutes ago.

He walked into the toilet and watched the orange light outside the window reflected on the dark green sycamore leaves, which swayed irregularly. This is the city's autumn night, although it is prosperous, it is also lonely.

Looking at the lights, thinking about the time when I had no money, I took Huang Ke to find delicious restaurants in such a dark night. Huang Ke was always very considerate. She always said that the meals in many small restaurants were super delicious. Delicious and not expensive.

She can always find restaurants with shabby facades that serve the most authentic Northeast dishes, as well as sweet shops that are cheap but authentic.

I don't know how much homework she did to find these stores.

It's just for the two of them to have a better date, and to save a little money.

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoju couldn't help stretching out his hand in front of his body, and removed the rubber cage that bound the annoying things. He let out a long breath, and grabbed...

At this time, the toilet door was opened.

The one who pushed the door and entered was Xiaofeng, a newcomer who had gone and returned.

"This kind of thing is too much."

Liu Xiaoju yelled at Liu Yiming.

His anger has almost filled the entire police station.

"Wait, wait, don't be angry with me. Is this a misunderstanding? You have to try to speak clearly yourself."

"What are you talking about? What's there to say? There's nothing like that idiot Xiaofeng said. There's nothing at all."

"No, don't be so angry. We are also working. If it has nothing to do with you, we must have made it clear. If you don't say it, you won't be clear. Otherwise, do you want to inform your family or find a lawyer?"

"What kind of lawyer am I looking for? What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoju kicked the chair over.

Liu Xiaoju immediately felt that he could stand up straight.

The overturned chair and Liu Xiaoju's angry scolding attracted other colleagues on duty in the police station. Liu Yiming whispered to his colleagues what happened just now. Basically, this person lost his temper as soon as he came in and was completely unable to speak.

"Did the citizens call the police?"

"yes."

Liu Yiming nodded.

At 8:45 p.m., a citizen called 110, saying that they found traces of the harasser in the corridor of a commercial building.

Later, the police arrived at the commercial building within 10 minutes according to the address given by the citizens.

"That's not right, you're arresting people like this? You can't arrest people without evidence for this kind of thing!"

It was Liu Yiming's colleague, Zhang Hai, who was 57 years old this year and considered an old man in the police station. He worked calmly and never made mistakes.

When Zhang Hai asked such a question, Liu Yiming also felt strange, so he could only tell Zhang Hai what he knew. It is said that our colleague hadn’t said anything yet, so Liu Xiaoju yelled first and beat the police. His colleague is Huang Xiaofeng He even insisted that it was him.

"Is there some grievance in the company, did you do this on purpose?"

Zhang Hai was more cautious, that is, what he said to Liu Yiming, but no matter how he said it, since he beat the police with his hands, he still beat the police without saying a word, and it was a reasonable process to bring him back to understand the situation.

Zhang Hai patted Liu Yiming on the shoulder, and Liu Yiming became more sober in an instant.

This matter is really tricky, why did Liu Xiaoju call the police under what circumstances, and whether this Huang Xiaofeng has a grudge against Liu Xiaoju, these things should be clarified.

Liu Yiming lifted the chair up~www.mtlnovel.com~ Liu Xiaoju kicked the chair over again, two eyeballs bulged outwards, Liu Xiaoju's recovered body changed again.

As a result, he became more and more irritable, so irritable that he wanted to hit someone.

Although Liu Yiming is tall, Liu Xiaoju is tall and strong. Liu Xiaoju also knows where he is, and doing it blindly will only hurt him, so he can only use a chair to vent his emotions.

He kicked wildly at the chair.

Kick again.

The foul language in the mouth continued.

Liu Yiming stood outside the door. Seeing this situation, it might be useless to say anything. It would be better not to say anything, just stand outside the door and watch.

Liu Xiaoju lost his temper by himself, and finally gasped for breath, his limbs trembled, and he slumped on the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" Liu Yiming shouted immediately upon seeing this.

"Is it convulsions? This man has epilepsy?"

Based on his experience, Zhang Hai immediately asked his colleagues to call the emergency number.

When the ambulance arrived, Huang Ke had already arrived at the police station, and met Liu Xiaoju who was being carried into the ambulance at the gate.

"Husband, what's wrong with you, husband?"

"Let's go, family members, right? Family members can follow in the ambulance."

Huang Ke sat down, and Liu Yiming's follower Huang Ke jumped into the car.

"Where are you going?" the paramedic asked.

"What's up with him?"

Liu Yiming asked.

"We can only stabilize his condition at present. It seems that the cardiopulmonary function has not been greatly affected, and the blood oxygen saturation is very low."

Huang Ke didn't seem as nervous as she was at the beginning, instead she just stared blankly at the unconscious Liu Xiaoju.

"Hi police, what happened?"

Huang Ke asked coldly.