[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

How should I put it, although the white-haired young man claimed to be Masago Yamaguchi, but I think he should be called another name.Of course, I am not interested in explaining anything to him. After all, using a pseudonym to contact me means that he is either thinking of something interesting or is full of curiosity and wariness towards me. It is too boring to point it out specifically, isn't it?

However, rather than making him have a continuous curiosity about me, I wanted him to take advantage of his happiness and come back disappointed, so I decided to follow the process of a general psychologist encountering a patient.The whole process can be said to be very boring, and I don't want to go into details, but the young man used a very...subtle smile all the way to face all my meaningless and joyless suggestions.

until I send him away.

"He lied." Alcid said suddenly during dinner.

"Yeah." I stuffed the asparagus into my mouth, "You're good at cooking."

"..." El Cid stopped talking, and after a long time he said, "That person gave me a very uncomfortable feeling."

"Sasiby's little boy."

"..." He stopped talking.

I looked up at that stern face and laughed out loud, "El Cid," I pointed at him with a fork in my hand and said, "What is the most important thing for a person?"

"Pursuit." He replied without thinking.

I stared at him, and I nodded when I knew he couldn't bear to wipe his face, "Barely it's partly right..." This guy is pretty smart, right?I rubbed my chin, "I thought you would say 'loyalty', maybe 'justice' and other things, but I didn't expect you to say 'pursuit'."

El Cid turned his head to look at his hands, which were full of calluses and scars, I nodded, "Even a person like me will pursue something occasionally, but compared to pursuit, it is equally important There is also 'identification' - rather than pursuing such internal things, 'identity' is more external and intuitive." I inserted a piece of steak into my mouth, "Well, this one is very juicy and grilled just right , your skills are good enough to open a shop.” At least it’s much stronger than my barbecue skills, which I haven’t practiced so far, and although I don’t have high requirements for food, who would say no to good food?

"Agreed?" El Cid frowned and repeated, as if remembering something.

"The identification of values, the identification of the sense of community, the identification of talents, compared with the pursuit of this kind of self and inner things, identification is something that is easier for people to obtain and needs, and you imagine that people who belong to this world , Because of class differentiation, different classes have different identities. But... what if there are people who cannot be identified?" I turned the fork around and pointed at El Cid with a smile.

"... at a loss?" He thought for a while and said.

"Humans are social animals. This is something they have decided in the long evolutionary years. No matter how lonely a person is, he can't live alone without being separated from society, without communication with the outside world. Otherwise, he will gradually develop mental problems and communication barriers. At the same time, I lost the ability to speak." I propped my face with one hand, "But this is such a society, after everyone has become parts and livestock, the feelings of people who are not part of the livestock when facing the livestock are simply obvious. "

"One bite at a time, your words really make people uncomfortable." Alcid frowned.

"How should I put it—the Lamb of God, in other words, isn't this the earliest prototype of man being God's domestic animal?"

El Cid's brows were tightly furrowed, and when I opened my mouth and wanted to say something, I raised my hand, "Don't tell me about your little girl who lowered the IQ of the entire sanctuary, I have accepted a person beyond human ability. Because of her ignorance and incompetence, she wasted a very powerful item. My dissatisfaction with her has broken through the sky. If Athena only has her ability, I agree with Saga with both hands and feet. together with the destruction of the entire human race."

"Who is Saga?" El Cid asked.

"A glass-hearted person who wants to be the Pope and wants to be smart, don't worry about it."

"The next Gemini?"

"You are very smart!"

The corner of El Cid's mouth twitched and he stopped talking, but there was a sternness in those eyes—"Tsk, although I don't care what you want to do to him, but if you kill someone, my crime value will increase .” I propped my face with one hand, “Are you still sleeping on the sofa tonight?” It feels like raising a large dog in the living room.

Alcid nodded.

I went upstairs, where I work and where I live are separated. Although the distance between the studio and the house is not too far, it is quite painful for a person like me who doesn’t like to walk or move at all. Even if the world is so peaceful that you don't need to close the door when you sleep at night, I think it's better just in case.

After all, even in such a peaceful world, there will be heretics, such as me.So I am really grateful that El Cid is willing to sleep on the sofa. After all, as a saint, his various feelings have been raised to the point where it is countless times higher than that of normal people.I lay in bed watching the uploaded video.

There is a lot of information that can be deduced from El Cid. From his temperament, scars on his body, and standing posture, it can be inferred that he used to be a soldier, but "soldiers" are not needed in the current world. Ercid's crime index is normal, but the other party may not know it.

Then the other party may introduce "stowaways" - but based on some information I deliberately guided him in the conversation, then the other party is very likely to deduce that "people from foreign countries" and "soldiers", although they have special forces at the border An institution that purifies the hues of people who have immigrated from abroad, but that is a privilege that only belongs to the super rich guys from abroad, and El Cid does not belong to this category no matter how you look at it.

So in this way, the existence of El Cid has changed into a very strange situation-a soldier, with a stable and normal hue, suspected of being a stowaway-smuggling is undoubtedly a crime, which will definitely cause hue for normal people However, El Cid did not, and came to the third conclusion that he might be a descendant of immigrants, but this will be rejected soon - because it is absolutely impossible for the descendants of rich people to appear like him. kind of situation.

I came to the conclusion that he should come to contact me and El Cid again, after all, even without me, the existence of El Cid would attract his attention.

I yawned, got into the bed and pulled up the quilt, not in a hurry, this time the task object is not him, I have no interest in him, it is just a small episode, of course, this task "joking" did not specify The object can be a joke aimed at an individual, or a joke aimed at a group, it all depends on how I understand the connotation of this task.

While I prefer the latter, it's not bad to use the former as insurance.

Although there were indeed some patients who came to me in the following days, I never saw that white-haired young man again. The rise of the reputation of my psychological clinic is getting bigger and bigger, but one day an unexpected patient came suddenly.

"Tsk—I'm already resting today." I took off my white coat and sighed. Since my income began to increase, I stopped using holographic projection decorations and went to the second-hand bookstore in the old street to buy various books. An assortment of physical books and some old retro-style furniture.

I looked at the young man in front of me who looked a bit cramped, "I said, I've already rested today. Although it's still noon, I'm not feeling very well today, so I want to go home and rest first, and come back tomorrow, okay?"

"Oh... oh, I'm so sorry to bother you." Ginoza Nobumoto put his legs together and bowed slightly, and when he was about to exit the studio door, I stopped him, "Who recommended you? "

"Ah...ah, it's just..." His eyes drifted, "It's just a friend."

"Tsk..." I rubbed my temples with a headache, "Just tell me if you have anything to say." Generally speaking, Nobumoto Ginoza should have a psychiatrist who is responsible for his psychological counseling, not just him, but other surveillance personnel from the Public Security Bureau. There should be an official, but he came to me. From some small movements, it can be inferred that he is definitely not here for psychological counseling.

He coughed dryly, "Then, Ms. Natori, a psychiatrist, I hope you can come with me." I shook my head and smiled, "May I ask why the surveillance officer from the Public Security Bureau came to see me?"

"What happened?" El Cid walked over with the fresh vegetables he bought, "What did you do?" He glanced at all the people present, and then asked me.

"Why did the police come here and your first reaction was to ask me what I did?" I raised my eyebrows.

"It's fine if you know it yourself." El Cid complained, then turned her head and said to Ginoza Xiaomao, "Don't you need any assistance from me?"

"Oh, I'm just here to find Miss Natori." Ginoza Xiaomao's expression was a little subtle.

"I said, do you really want me to be invited to drink tea?" I raised my eyebrows and pinched El Cid's face, he reached out and slapped my hand away, "Come back for dinner?"

"I guess I can't eat it anymore." I spread my hands, turned my head and said to Ginoza Xiaomaow, "Please."

"May I ask what the police here are looking for me for?" When I was sitting in the police car, I turned my head and asked Nobumoto Ginoza.

Tsk, I feel like I can guess a little bit.

Why do you still come to me, a psychiatrist, when you have such a powerful weapon as the Master? This is a very interesting proposition in itself.

Generally speaking, ordinary people will not be involved in the case, so this matter may have something to do with me.

A little bit of expectation.

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