"Now I finally understand how Xia Bingqing felt when she slit her wrists." She retracted her hand quickly, as if nothing had happened, "Experiencing the victim's despair might give you inspiration to solve the case."
"Ridiculous." He found a Band-Aid from the drawer and put it on the cut on her left wrist. He held the wound tightly as if to stop the bleeding, when in fact it had stopped bleeding a long time ago. Though it was only a shallow cut, to him it was an abyss, a sign of her mental breakdown. He said to make a deal. She wrenched her hand from his and asked what kind of deal? He said either go to see a psychiatrist, or I will tell the task force leadership about your slit wrists, so that they give you a leave of absence. She said if you dare stop me from working on the case, I will
