This psychologist is weird

Chapter 5 Dissipating Memories and Alienation

"Ding dong..."

The slightly hazy moon hangs obliquely in the night,
Through the window with half of the curtains drawn, some cold moonlight is reflected under the window,
The permeating night also followed the window, trying to spread into the house, but the light in the living room barely illuminated the house,

The night is just hovering outside the window.

The screen of the mobile phone sitting in the living room is still on, and the message notification sound from the communication software has slowed down a bit.

The TV next to the wall is still playing some TV series, the light reflected on the screen is changing on the other side of the living room, and there are some dull sounds coming out of some thick shells.

Had dinner at the old man's downstairs,
Chen Lun returned to the room again, raised his head, glanced into the room, reached out and closed the living room door again,
Walked in towards the kitchen.

It’s just that in the kitchen reflecting some lights in the living room, there are some overflows from the rice cooker, because in the kitchen, the room has no windows, and some heat accumulated,

The whole room was filled with the aroma of cooked rice.

I reached out and turned off the heat preservation of the rice cooker.

Raise your hand again, and press the somewhat old range hood on the stove,

He turned on the gas stove in the kitchen and took the wok against the wall.

The TV on the other side of the living room is some distance away, and the sound seems to be a little far away.
In the quiet kitchen, the rice cooker turned off the heat preservation sound, the range hood fan whirred and turned continuously, and the gas stove's crackling sound, which was covered up, sounded one after another.

Picked up the bottled oil on the desk, and picked up the spatula,
They picked up the cut meat and vegetables on the counter in turn.

Although he had already eaten, Chen Lun was still frying this dish,
In the kitchen, the fire of the gas stove is burning the frying pan.

The sound of stir-frying the vegetables, the sound of the spatula hitting the frying pan rang non-stop.

The old, somewhat overwhelmed range hood is still whistling, like heavy breathing,

From time to time, there are still some noises.

After adding salt and seasoning, Chen Lun looked at the pot again and stirred it a few times with a spatula.
Finally, put the chopped peppers into the pot.

Chen Lun likes to eat slightly spicy food.

……

Turn off the range hood, the range hood was overwhelmed, and it seemed that the heavy breathing gradually stopped.

Holding the spatula, I shoveled the fried vegetables in the pot to the plate little by little.
Seriously, not a single bit was left in the pot.

Chen Lun took the frying pan under the faucet of the sink and rinsed it, then put it back on the desk and leaned against the wall.

The fire on the gas stove hadn't been turned off, and the flames were still moving upwards, and there was some fire light on Chen Lun's face in front of the desk.

Holding the dish, Chen Lun took a pair of chopsticks and walked out of the kitchen.

When he arrived at the coffee table in the living room, he took a bite with his chopsticks, then put down the chopsticks, lowered his head, and looked at the coffee table again.

On the coffee table, there is a dusty remote control,

There was a half-used pen, and two notebooks with the same cover facing each other vertically.

Looking at it, Chen Lun stretched out his hand and opened the first page of the above notebook,
"...Tuesday, light rain.

The weather is a little cold, so I added a coat and went out. "

Under the cover, the first page is written in some legible handwriting.

This is Chen Lun's diary from last year.
Looking at it, Chen Lun lowered his gaze, moved his fingers, and opened the same notebook as below,
"...Tuesday, light rain..."

Under the cover is the same handwriting as on the notebook above,

Same words, same punctuation, same blank line,

The gaps between words are the same, the style of handwriting is the same, and the habit of handwriting is the same.

Look, pause for a moment,
Chen Lun lowered his body, lowered his head, moved his fingers,
Then turn the two diaries back to the same number of pages,

"...on Monday, it rained.

I didn't bring access control when I went out, but it didn't matter, anyway, the southwest gate was never closed. "

On the pages of the upper and lower diaries,
It is still the same handwriting, the same text, and the gap between the writing is the same.

Appears to be two identical notebooks.

Chen Lun looked at it and paused.

It's just that there are still some differences after all, in the strokes of the same characters, in the subtleties.

The memory continues to fade.

Looking at it, Chen Lun paused again,

He reached out and closed the diary below,

Pick up the diary above,

Walking into the kitchen, there was only the diary left on the coffee table.

……

In the kitchen, the fire on the gas stove is still burning, reflecting the fire in the kitchen, exuding some scorching temperature,

Holding the diary, the pages of the diary spread out on both sides.

Putting it on the burning gas stove, the swaying flames quickly ignited the diary, and the flames rushed onto the diary.

Reach out and turn off the fire on the gas stove,
Carrying the burning diary, he walked back to the living room,

Standing by the wall of the living room, waiting for the diary in my hand to fully burn,

Then he threw it into a clean iron basin by the wall of the living room.

The diary was burning blazingly in the iron basin, and the flickering flames surpassed the lights in the house, reflecting on the face of Chen Lun standing in front of the iron basin,
With a calm face, Chen Lun stood, looking at the diary lit in the iron basin.

He came into this world,
less than a month,

In the past, his name was not Chen Lun, but now he is.

Before, he was just a psychiatrist and a person with some psychological problems.

Until 23 days ago, he woke up from his bedroom bed in this house,
He is now Chen Lun, a third-year student in the Department of Psychology, Capital University School of Medicine.

just,

When he just woke up, he still had the memory of the original owner,
It's just that with the passage of time, the original owner's memory is like a dream he had last night, which gradually dissipated after waking up, and finally turned into some vague symbolic emotions and symbols.

Instead, his original memory has always been in his mind.

And this world to him,
There is an obvious sense of alienation, and there is no sense of belonging in the self-analysis center.

Not only on the psychological level, but also on the physical level,

He looks at the world as if he is lying on a transparent glass, looking at the outside world,
Although clear, it is not real.

It was as if there was an invisible and intangible transparent film that isolated him from this world.

but,

This world is real enough for him.

He is now Chen Lun.

He built a mental model for himself, rewritten diaries, notes from muscle memory.

……

Looking at the diary in the iron basin, the diary is gradually burning out, and the flickering flames are gradually extinguishing,

Only a few ashes were left in the iron basin.

Chen Lunzai squatted down, picked up the iron basin containing ashes,
Go to the bathroom.

Poured the ashes down the toilet,
With the water flowing from the toilet bowl, the ashes also rushed down the sewer and disappeared.

back into the living room,

Taking the iron basin, he walked into the kitchen and cleaned the iron basin again.

cleaned the kitchen,
Chen Lun put the clean iron basin back against the wall.

Picking up the chopsticks on the coffee table,

With a calm face, he finished the food on the plate in one bite.

"...Tonight's evening, next to the Capital University, there is a large-scale police operation in the Century Community. Let's connect with the police in the NA District of the Capital City..."

The TV was beeping again.

The mobile phone on the table next to it was still on, reflecting a little light, and it had been silent for a long time.

After eating the food on the plate,
Take a shower, turn off the TV, turn off the lights,
The night lingering outside the window finally crawled into the house.

In the darkness, Chen Lun walked into the bedroom, the corridor filled with night,
It's time for Chen Lun to sleep.

　Please collect new books,
　　Ask for a recommendation.

　　The contracts have all been sent out, and those who want to invest should hurry up and invest.

　　


(End of this chapter)