This psychologist is weird

Chapter 174 The collapse of cognition, the destroyed world
"Tick, tick..."

"...I'm an upstairs neighbor...saw a new neighbor move in...come down to chat..."

The vague figure sat on the stool opposite the coffee table, facing the direction of the sofa.

There was a sharp knife on the chest, which pierced through the chest, and some blood dripped down from the tip of the knife.

There was no expression on his face, his eyes were dull and dull, he just opened his mouth repeatedly, repeating the same sentence.

The blood dripping on the ground and surrounding the stool was spattered by the blood dripping from the knife point from time to time, and there were also some small sounds intertwined with the repeated words,

"...I'm an upstairs neighbor... I saw there..."

"...I met my dad and mom when I was 12 years old."

In front of the sofa, a young man stood with his back to the TV, with the glimmer of the TV screen behind him,
In front of him, he was submerged in darkness.

He took a basin of water and put it on the tea table. The young man held a wet handkerchief that had been wrung out,

His mother and father were supported by him and sat back on the sofa.

The woman in a long skirt was leaning on the back of the sofa, with a pillow on her waist, with a smile on her face, looking at her child.

A man in a blue overalls was sitting aside with a smile on his face.

The young man held a wet handkerchief, lowered his waist, and with serious eyes, just a little bit, wiped his father's face and the traces of dust and footprints on his mother's clothes,

Say something aloud,

It seems to be talking to himself, and it seems to be speaking to others.

Chen Lun was standing by the coffee table, his eyes fell on the young man, his eyes were calm, as if he was just watching the ordinary scene, and he didn't make a sound.

"...When I wake up in the middle of the night, I will notice my mother covering me with a quilt."

"When eating, I will hear my father tell interesting stories about the factory during the day."

"My mother would praise me when I did something. My father would pick me up when I was down."

"From my childhood to now..."

The young man turned his head, washed and wrung out the veil again, turned around and worked carefully, using a wet towel to wipe some plaster on his mother, father's body, face, and hair,

At the same time, he said word by word,

"...I am injured, my mother will be anxious and apply ointment to me."

"...When I came home from outside, my mother and father were already waiting for me at home."

"My father is at the factory, and he has some friends."

"My mother doesn't go out very much, but she does socialize with the neighbours."

"When I come back from buying vegetables, my mother will choose the vegetables for me, and my father will help me wash the vegetables."

The young man took a wet kerchief and gently wiped the dusty wound on his father's forehead.
He stopped his movements and his voice.

Although the words of each word are many and trivial,
But it has only one meaning,
His parents existed and always existed.

He is his father, she is her mother.

"...After the meal is ready, our family will eat together."

"My mother likes soup and my father likes ribs."

"Sometimes, my father would always want a sip of wine, but my mother would never let me."

"After dinner, when there is TV, I will watch TV. My mother likes to watch opera, and my father likes to watch the news. The remote control is always in my hand."

"There is no TV. I would sit by the window and watch the moon and talk. My father talked about things in his factory, and my mother talked about things at home."

"...When I get sleepy, my mother will let me go to bed. When I was a child, she always covered me with the quilt..."

The young man continued to speak, but his voice gradually stopped.

Sitting in front of young man, woman on sofa, middle-aged man all looking towards young man,

Under the eyes, there are some smiles.

It's just that the corners of the woman's face and mouth gradually softened.

The young man stretched out his hand to support the corner of the woman's mouth, carefully and carefully raised the corner of the woman's mouth,
A gentle smile appeared on the woman's face.

The young man withdrew his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"...Mom, I bought all the minced meat for Yuanzi soup, and I also bought some lettuce leaves to cook the soup with."

The young man smiled and said to his mother.

"Dad, I will be with Mom today, so let's drink soup."

The young man turned his head again and said to his father.

This time, neither the woman nor the middle-aged man spoke, but had a gentle smile on their faces, and the smile in their eyes got stronger.

The young man had a happy face, smiled, turned around, and put the handkerchief back into the basin.

On the opposite side of the tea table, the blurry figure whose chest was pierced was still sitting on the stool, repeating the previous words.

The young man didn't seem to notice it, smiled, picked up the basin, and walked into the kitchen.

Chen Lun stood beside the coffee table, but his eyes were calm, and he fell on the couple sitting motionless on the sofa in front of him, with smiles on their faces all the time.

"Mom, help me choose the lettuce leaves."

The young man carried the vegetables, walked back, and said to his mother.

The woman sitting on the sofa did not move this time, she was still just sitting on the sofa, but her eyes stayed on the young man, and she smiled gently at the young man.

The young man also smiled, took a stool,

He sat down in front of his father and mother, lowered his head, and carefully folded the vegetables in his hands little by little.

"...Dad, help me wash the dishes."

"...Mom, I'm going to boil the water, the soup will be ready soon."

Putting the selected vegetables into the vegetable basket, the young man held them and said to his father and mother again,
He stood up again, turned around, but didn't continue, and walked into the kitchen.

Instead, he stood still and looked at Chen Lun.

Chen Lun stood by the coffee table, his eyes calmed down on the young man in front of him.

The young man's eyes became much clearer, and the focus was precisely on Chen Lun.

"... Tell me, what would you do if one day you found out that the person you get along with never existed?"

With a smile on his face, the young man said this to Chen Lun.

Chen Lun's eyes fell on the young man, and then behind the young man, without answering.

Behind the young man, the woman and the middle-aged man were still sitting on the sofa, with a smile on their face, looking at the position where the young man was before.

It's just that there are more intense negative emotions raging around.

There seems to be doubt, and some more extreme emotions.

The young man stood with a smile on his face, nothing changed because Chen Lun didn't answer,
But the surroundings, the dim living room, changed again.

The pervasive darkness is fading, the walls around the living room are peeling and festering,
The roof on top is also gradually blurring, as if everything around it is collapsing.

His parents exist because of him,
He also exists because of his parents.

One day, he discovered that his parents who accompanied him day and night never existed.

It wasn't just his parents that were destroyed, it was the whole world.

Around here, the whole world is collapsing.

The young man stood with a smile on his face,
The whole body, body, and flesh are rapidly distorting.

Chen Lun's eyes calmed down on the young man,

He never turned his eyes away, his face remained calm.

"Your parents are still here."

Chen Lun's gaze fell behind the young man again, and he spoke again.

A wave of emotion filled the young man at the same time.

"...Okay, then I'll wash the vegetables, Xiao Sui, you boil the water..."

Behind the young man, there was another voice.The young man stopped moving.

(End of this chapter)