Watanabe

Wuchang County used to be a small county seat to the west of Bishui City. A few years ago, in order to cope with the development of Bishui City, Wuchang County was changed into Wuchang District.After the urban garbage dump between Wuchang and Beiyan District, which was originally the easternmost part of Bishui City, was disposed of, the government dug an artificial lake covering an area of ​​several hundred acres here.After the completion of the bridge over Bishui Lake this year, the development of Wuchang is just around the corner.

The bridge was temporarily put on hold due to engineering problems in the past two months, and this area became a crime-prone area before it became a new urban economic zone.

Today is Wednesday, April [-]th.

At five o'clock in the morning, the Public Security Bureau of Bishui City received a call to the police. The reporter claimed that he had found a dead body in the artificial lake.

"Hey?"

Song Zhuo, who was in a drowsy sleep, was awakened by the ringing of the phone, and picked up the phone beside the bed.

"Captain Shen, a body was found in Bishui Lake, and the director asked our team to take over the case."

On the mobile phone, the anxious voice of the little policeman came, and Song Zhuo remembered that Shen Lu was dumped by the girl last night and asked him to drink to relieve his worries. The two drank until midnight, and Shen Lu fell asleep in the guest room of his house .

"Got it, I'll tell him."

In this way, Song Zhuo became the first batch of enthusiastic citizens who knew about this case.

At ten o'clock in the morning, in an office building in Beiyan District, Bishui City.

The signboard of Wanli Counseling Center is hung on the 13th floor of this office building, and you can see it when you get off the elevator.

Song Zhuo is currently in an office facing south in the psychological counseling center, waiting for the new counselor who made an appointment for him at this time.

The weather in Bishui City this year is abnormal. It's only April, and the office is already a bit stuffy. Song Zhuo turned on the air conditioner to get better.

Song Zhuo, male, 29 years old, doctor of psychology.

The boss of Wanli Psychological Counseling Center is Wei Yao, the tutor of Song Zhuo's consecutive studies.Since Song Zhuo studied with his tutor five years ago, he spent two days in the consulting room every week except for experiments and writing papers.

Two years ago, after graduating, Song Zhuo had officially received medical treatment in the Wanli Psychological Counseling Room.

His consultation time is Monday and Wednesday every week. During these two days, he receives a patient every morning and afternoon.Occasionally, due to some special circumstances, Song Zhuo will also receive consultations on Friday morning.

Before this week, Song Zhuo had been reserved by a Mr. Lu at ten o'clock on Wednesday morning.

And just last week, Mr. Lu told Song Zhuo that he no longer needed psychological treatment in his current state. When he left, Mr. Lu gave Song Zhuo a gift to express his gratitude.

Mr. Lu also said that if his lover hadn't asked for a trip to get married, he would have invited Song Zhuo to his wedding ceremony.

Song Zhuo looked at the wedding candies in the drawer and thought, Mr. Lu should be on a honeymoon trip with his newlyweds on a beautiful island right now?

"Doctor Song, the appointment Mr. Gong has arrived."

"Let him in."

Soon after Song Zhuo put down the internal phone, he heard a knock on the door.

The person who came was a young man about 25 years old, with a very handsome appearance, and his hair was well trimmed. He was wearing comfortable casual clothes, but the logo on the cuffs of the clothes showed that it was expensive.

When the boy came in, he seemed to be surrounded by a fresh wind after the rain, but Song Zhuo could smell sensitively that he had just experienced a storm, and his body still had the smell of mud splashed by the earth.

"Doctor Song, hello, my name is Gong Su." The boy was the first to speak generously.

"Hi, please sit down." Song Zhuo got up politely when he introduced himself, adjusted his black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and shook hands with Gong Su.

After the two of them took their seats, the boy changed from his previous polite and generous demeanor, and stopped talking restrainedly, as if he had some scruples.

Song Zhuo was used to this kind of scene, so he touched his glasses again, "Since you are here, let's chat casually first."

Gong Su just hummed, but still didn't speak.

Song Zhuo had no choice but to continue, "How is your life recently? Is there anything unhappy? Can you tell me about it?"

"It's not an unhappy thing, it's just..."

"What's the confusion? Although I don't understand everything, you can tell me." Looking at Gong Su who was still clasping his hands seriously, Song Zhuo waited for a while before smiling slightly, "Psychological Consultation is charged by time, if you don’t ask anything, don’t I earn your money for nothing?”

Song Zhuo was a bit thin, wearing a gray-blue suit that was one size larger, and the clothes were wrinkled, obviously not carefully ironed, wearing rustic black-rimmed glasses on his face, and a pair of black leather shoes on his feet. It looked like it had seen better days, but it was clean.When he speaks, he will habitually adjust his glasses, and then speak again, with a calm tone and pause every word.People who meet Song Zhuo for the first time will always raise his age by a few years.

The mature-looking nerd has a reassuring professionalism, a flat tone, and can easily draw out other people's desire to speak.

Those who take the initiative to do psychological counseling want to be rescued, Gong Su finally opened his mouth slowly after struggling.

"I, recently, I felt that there was a woman across from my house. She was locked up. No, she had a car accident and became a vegetable. The hospital fees were too expensive, so her husband took her back home to take care of her. "

I think?Song Zhuo was figuring out Gong Su's words, but he didn't interrupt, and continued to listen.

"She was lying on the bed in their bedroom, and the head of the bed was covered with tubes, all kinds of yellow, yellow, green and green tubes."

"There is no servant in their family, and I have never met her husband. I don't know if anyone takes care of her?"

"She was the only one in their family, lying there quietly like a dead person."

"By the way, her breathing is also very weak, as if it will stop at any moment, then she is really dead."

"The smell of that house," Gong Su wrinkled his nose, as if smelling something bad, and frowned. "It's hard to describe, like the smell of feces and vomit mixed together."

"I've seen it secretly, and there are many sores on her body, like corpse spots. If she is a dead person, then her body is covered with corpse spots, right? But she is not dead yet, she is still breathing, how could that be? So many scary things?"

Gong Su's eyes were fixed on the wall behind Song Zhuo. Even if Song Zhuo didn't look back, he could tell from the angle of Gong Su's gaze that he was probably looking at the wall clock on the wall.

Da da da

The beating sound of the second hand struck deeply, once and for all, unhurriedly.

When Gong Su came back to his senses and looked at Song Zhuo, Song Zhuo seemed to have just remembered, and asked Gong Su leisurely, word by word, at a speed that matched the beating rhythm of the second hand, "Did her husband take you to his house?"

"No, I haven't seen her husband. I forgot who took me to her house. I forgot, I really forgot. How did I get in? How did I get in?"

"Later, I called the police, but the police said that the house opposite had been empty for a long time, and no one lived there at all. I might just be dreaming."

"Mr. Gong, many people will temporarily regard dreams as reality, and haven't you already realized it?"

"Yes, I know, it was just a dream, but that dream was too real. It made me very depressed. I had this dream about 10 days ago, but during these ten days, I have been living in that disgusting Under the smell, I endured the torment of wanting to vomit all the time. I have a feeling that I will never get better. I will live with that dream forever, disgusting and eerie. I almost forget that normal sleep is What does it feel like, it seems to be an experience I have only experienced in my previous life."

Song Zhuo held a pen in his hand, writing and drawing in his notebook.

"Mr. Gong is working or studying now?"

"I graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, and now I have a small studio on Xicui Street."

Xicui Street is located in the commercial center of Bishui City, not just anyone can open a small studio there.

"It turns out that Mr. Gong is engaged in art. Next time I go to Xicui Street, can I visit your studio?"

"Since I had that dream, I haven't been to the studio. My place is very small, and I'm usually alone, so I keep the door closed when I don't go."

"That's it, then can I make a small suggestion? Mr. Gong can try to restore the routine before the dream. Go out and have a look, maybe you will find that the sky is slowly starting to light up."

"Let me try."

Talking about paintings with a painter is the easiest way to get into his heart. Helpless, Song Zhuo doesn’t know how to paint, and he really can’t figure out any art appreciation routines, so he had to follow the usual process and chat with Gong Su about his family and work environment and feelings, and even asked about his college life.

According to Gong Su, he is a native of Bishui.Song Zhuo could also hear this from Gong Su's accent.

Gong Su's father worked in the government department, and his mother was in the clothing business. They divorced when he was very young, and Gong Su was sentenced to his mother.

Gong Su said that although his parents are divorced and they are very busy at work, he has always felt the love of his parents and loves them very much.

Gong Su said that he had a relationship once during college, but because the other party was going back to his hometown after graduation, they broke up.

Gong Su's studio is at a corner. Next door to him is a cafe run by a husband and wife. The couple are very loving and easy to get along with.

If what Gong Su said is true, and his life circle is very simple and happy, then where does this cause come from?

And Song Zhuo also heard some signs of concealment from Gong Su's words, but psychology has never been about digging the truth.If the consultant doesn't say anything, he can only wait.

Shen Lv is the captain of the second criminal police team of the Bishui City Public Security Bureau. He and Song Zhuo are young children. Later, because of some cooperation between Song Zhuo's mentor and the criminal police team, they hang out more often.

This Wednesday afternoon, Song Zhuo's appointment person couldn't come because of something, so he had an extra half day of vacation for nothing.Since he participated in the tutor's project, this half-day vacation cannot be used to sleep at home, he needs to go to the city bureau.