When Chi Jingxuan arrived at the Little Red House in the alley, the first-floor hall was silent. On the second floor, in the surveillance room, Ah Cheng was staring intently at the monitors.
Looking up, on the screen, Lin Xixi had her hands buried in her hair, repeatedly banging against the wall.
Unfortunately, the room she was in had been specially modified, with all six walls made of organic foam, soft yet firm. Lin Xixi's attempts to commit suicide by banging her head against the wall would only cause her some pain; succeeding was impossible.
No one cared, and there was no distinction between day and night. The fact that Lin Xixi had managed to hold on for so long suggested that her mental fortitude was indeed strong.
This only made Chi Jingxuan more convinced that her years of autism were faked.
Whether she never had autism or recovered and continued to pretend she hadn't, was unknown.
"Did you notice anything unusual?"
