The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

On the university campus, the midterm exams are approaching day by day, like a thick, impenetrable haze, weighing heavily on the hearts of many students.

The sultry summer breeze blew weakly, and the flowers and plants on campus looked listless. The anxious mood was like an undercurrent, spreading silently but extremely stubbornly in every corner of the campus.

Xie Xuan'an, a student who usually seems calm and composed, also came to the consultation room of psychologist Wen Jing as scheduled under this invisible and powerful pressure.

That day, after finishing the tiring eight-minute class, Xie Xuan and his good friend Su Yi said goodbye in front of the teaching building.

Su Yi's figure gradually walked away, while Xie Xuan'an was alone, dragging his slightly heavy steps, slowly walking towards the psychological counseling room.

The dazzling sunlight in the early morning mercilessly penetrated the gaps between the lush leaves on the campus, and sprinkled in patches and scattered on his face, which should have been full of youthful vitality, but now looked a little tired and full of worries.

The cicadas chirped tirelessly on the branches, adding to his boredom.

When he gently pushed open the door of the psychological counseling room, a warm and pleasant atmosphere, like a gentle spring breeze, blew towards him.

The interior decoration is brand new, and the soft lighting is like a mother's affectionate and caring eyes, warm and reassuring;

The comfortable sofa seems to have a magical power that can absorb and dissipate all fatigue and troubles; a few pots of vibrant green plants, their bright green leaves appear particularly delicate under the light,

Their presence adds a natural vitality and vigor to the entire room, making people feel particularly relaxed.

Wen Jing stood up to greet him with a smile, her eyes showing deep concern and worry, like a clear but slightly worried lake.

"Long time no see, Xie Xuan'an. I redecorated this place. Do you think it's cozy?"

Xie Xuanan raised his head slightly, looked around slowly, then nodded gently, his voice slightly low: "It is indeed warmer and makes people feel very comfortable."

Wen Jing gently gestured to Xie Xuan to sit down. Her movements were gentle and graceful, as if she was afraid of disturbing this young man who was already filled with anxiety.

Then, she said in a gentle but firm tone: “Then let’s start today’s evaluation.

First, I need you to fill out a detailed psychological questionnaire. Don't worry, just answer truthfully."

Xie Xuan'an took the questionnaire and looked at the densely packed questions.

These questions covered many aspects including emotions, thoughts, behaviors, etc., like a carefully woven net, trying to capture the most hidden corners of his heart.

He took a deep breath, as if to gather courage and strength for himself, then picked up the pen and began to fill in the form carefully.

He pondered over each question for a moment, as if digging into his truest feelings and thoughts.

After filling out the form, Wen Jing took the questionnaire. Her eyes were like a precise scanner, examining every answer carefully and attentively.

She did not miss any word or symbol, trying to decipher the code of Xie Xuan'an's inner world. Then, she started the interview.

"Xie Xuan'an, how is your sleep recently? Do you have trouble falling asleep or have frequent dreams and wake up easily?

"Wen Jing's voice was gentle and professional, like a clear mountain stream, smooth and flowing.

It seemed to soothe all the anxiety and irritability. The leaves outside the window rustled in the wind, as if they were also listening to their conversation.

Xie Xuan'an frowned slightly, his eyes became a little confused and worried. He thought for a moment before slowly answering: "I don't sleep well. I often wake up in the middle of the night, and then it's hard to fall asleep again."

Wen Jing nodded slightly, his eyes showing understanding and sympathy, and continued to ask:

"In your daily life, do you have big mood swings? For example, do you suddenly feel extremely excited or extremely depressed?"

Xie Xuan'an frowned even more tightly, and his expression became more worried: "Sometimes, I feel good one second, and I may fall into depression the next second."

Wen Jing was recording carefully, his pen rustling on the paper, and asked:

"As for interacting with people, do you find it difficult to communicate with them or do you feel reluctant to interact with them?"

Xie Xuanan was silent for a while, as if he was struggling and thinking deep in his heart, and then he whispered: "Yes, I am not very willing to participate in social activities. I find it tiring to get along with others."

After the interview, Wen Jing asked Xie Xuan to undergo a series of professional psychological tests.

The first is the Minnesota Multivariate Personality Inventory (MMPI), a psychological test widely used to identify mental illness.

Xie Xuan'an sat in front of the computer, looking focused and serious. His eyes were fixed on the screen, and he answered questions carefully and cautiously according to the instructions.

He considered every choice carefully, as if this was not just a simple test, but a deep exploration of his inner world.

The sky outside the window gradually became gloomy, as if it was also worried about his future.

Then the Symptom Checklist-90 (SCL-) was used to assess mental health status.

Xie Xuan'an carefully considered each option and tried to recall his feelings and experiences. His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, as if he was trying to search deep in his memory for details that had been neglected or forgotten.

After a long and detailed evaluation process, Wen Jing looked at the test results in his hand, his face becoming more and more solemn, as if the dark clouds that suddenly gathered in the sky heralded an impending storm.

She raised her head and looked at Xie Xuan'an seriously and worriedly, her eyes full of worry and uneasiness: "Xie Xuan'an, judging from the current evaluation results, your situation is not optimistic.

Your symptoms of schizophrenia have reached a severe stage, which means that your thoughts, perceptions, and emotions may be severely disturbed.

Split personality disorder is also in the advanced stage, and you may experience switching and conflict between different personalities. Bipolar disorder is also in the advanced stage, and the extreme mood swings will have a great impact on your life.

And there are also antisocial personality traits, which may cause you to have difficulty in social and interpersonal relationships and may even lead to behaviors that are not in line with social norms.”

When Xie Xuan'an heard these diagnoses, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in his eyes, as if he was struck by a sudden lightning and was at a loss.

But soon, he regained his composure, a calmness like a bottomless pool of water, without ripples, making it difficult to get a glimpse of his true inner thoughts.

"What exactly did you experience during your time abroad?"

He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Maybe I'm too tired. Serving that Stenter every day makes me very tired. I get up earlier than the chickens and sleep later than the dogs. I also have to remember all his habits meticulously."

Wen Jing looked at him distressedly, his tone full of worry and pity, his voice became a little choked: "Xie Xuan'an, your condition is already very serious and can no longer be ignored.

I suggest you go to a professional hospital immediately for further examination and treatment."

Xie Xuan'an nodded. His movements were slow and heavy, as if every movement required tremendous effort.

Then, he slowly stood up and left the psychological counseling room. His back looked a little lonely and desolate, as if he was a traveler lost in the darkness, struggling to move forward in an unknown direction, heading to a well-known local hospital.

In the hospital, Xie Xuan first underwent a comprehensive physical examination, including blood tests, brain scans, etc. Each examination was like a checkpoint.

He endured it silently to eliminate the impact of physical illness on his mental state. The pungent smell of disinfectant in the hospital filled the air, making him feel depressed.