Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

Sun Qiao found time to see his psychiatrist the next day.

The doctor is a friendly old man. In a small room, he asked Sun Qiao to play a sandbox game. After the two chatted for a while, the old man took off the reading glasses that had been on the bridge of his nose. temples, turned and sat back in the chair.

"You're fine," said the doctor.

He took the glasses back again, crossed his fingers and looked at Sun Qiao who was sitting across the desk, with a rare hesitation expression, which is hard to see in experienced psychological counselors.

It was indeed the first time for the doctor to see Sun Qiao like this.

Sun Qiao, who was sitting on the side, was a little anxious. He was holding the cigarette case in his suit trousers pocket. The sandboxes on the wooden table were scattered and irregular. on the sand.

"I can't find it, or can't I?" He frowned, and his voice was not deliberately lowered.

The doctor looked at Sun Qiao with interest, as if he was thinking about something, he took the other person's question and filtered it into his own answer, "You should trust my diagnosis, Mr. Sun."

"Speaking of which, why do you feel that there is another personality living in your body?"

"Has 'he' done anything to try to get your attention?"

Sun Qiao couldn't answer the first question, but he had too much right to speak about the second question. The unsigned love letters and sexually suggestive emails that had confused Sun Qiao came to his mind one after another. It should be noted.

But this is too unbelievable.

[…Brother Tong, you arranged this early in the morning? ] Sun Qiao asked the system, as long as he completes this task, he can return to the original world, but now such a reversal suddenly pops up, and Sun Qiao has no choice but to replace the former personality with the inability to fully prove the appearance of "another personality". All guesswork put aside for now.

The system replied in seconds, [Colleague, I hope you can go home as soon as possible. ]

After listening to Sun Qiao's description quietly, the doctor rubbed a signature pen with his right hand and his slow speed, "That is to say, this personality has shown favor to you in a way of sexual harassment?"

He put down his pen, spread his hands and said, "Mr. Sun, this sounds a bit ridiculous." After a pause, he changed the subject, "But I believe it."

"So, please think back, did you encounter anything else before the first anonymous letter appeared?",

"Some things are too beyond human imagination, or dangerous."

Half a hundred doctors slowed down their speech to a relaxing speed. He was still rubbing the pen under his fingertips, but his eyes looked straight at Sun Qiao through the shiny lenses without blinking. .

Focused and serious, as if looking into the depths of the other party's soul.

Sun Qiao crossed his legs and leaned back on the back of the seat in a relaxed posture.

After he was stationed in this body, he sometimes felt inexplicably blacked out. The frequency was not many and the duration was not long, but Sun Qiao went to the hospital for consultation, and what he got was nothing more than "excessive pressure, Irregular eating time and hypoglycemia", so Sun Qiao didn't care.

But now that I think about it, is that really the case?

Something else is quietly occupying this body, with an extremely secretive and cautious gesture.

Sun Qiao's phone vibrated suddenly.

He withdrew from his thoughts, and the caller on the phone screen made him stunned for a second. It turned out to be Li Jiajia, who made a pause gesture to the old doctor, and Sun Qiao stepped aside to answer the call.

"Little brother, have you seen a psychiatrist!?"

Li Jiajia's voice was impatient, and the usual gentle voice reached Sun Qiao's ears through high-tech, and he felt a little flustered, "Get out of there quickly, do you hear me!"

Sun Qiao raised his eyebrows. He looked back at the doctor who was wiping his presbyopic glasses. Turning his head, he said two words, "reason."

Li Jiajia on the other end sounded like she was going crazy, her shrill voice exploded on the phone, "Now is not the time to talk about this!"

"Little brother...why do you go to a psychiatrist? If you encounter any problem that you don't understand, why don't you communicate with me directly?"

"At least I'm still your sister-in-law."

The last nine words made Sun Qiao's heart skip a beat.

He pursed his thin lips and looked at his other self reflected on the glass window, a man so handsome that he couldn't bear it.

"Li Jiajia," Sun Qiao asked, "Who was the person who knocked down the champagne tower in the billiards match a month ago?"

This was probably the first time that Sun Qiao called out Li Jiajia's name in such a distant tone. Even though he knew that he had never liked Sun Qiao very much, Li Jiajia on the phone was still stunned.

There was about half a minute of silence, so quiet you could hear your breathing.

Li Jiajia said: "Get out of there, let's come out and talk."

"Leave now, immediately, immediately."

Sun Qiao arrived at the coffee shop at 27:10 noon, which was the rush hour, and it was already [-] minutes after he parked the car and saw Li Jiajia again.

The decoration here has not changed at all, the chic tables and chairs are arranged in a well-proportioned manner, and it does not seem crowded at all under the condition of overcrowding. Li Jiajia took a seat for two by the window, and she looked at Sun Qiao who had just stepped into the store. In the past, the corners of Xiumei's mouth were curved, but the curvature was weak as if it would collapse in the next second.

Two cups of iced coffee have been placed on the cypress table, and the black coffee is calm like a pool of stagnant water.

Sun Qiao took advantage of the opportunity to sit down, the sun was very strong outside, there were faint traces of your sweat on his forehead, and was stuck to a few strands of short black hair, but he looked even more handsome, perhaps because he was already handsome enough.

Many women began to peek here.

"...Little brother?" Li Jiajia pursed her lips and called out, her pink lips turned pale, and there was a slight uneasy factor in her pupils.

Hearing this, Sun Qiao looked up at her, took a sip of coffee, and the refreshing bitter taste spread in his mouth.

"Huh—it's still you..." Like a breath of relief, Li Jiajia exhaled exaggeratedly, her chest sank slowly, and even her pale face looked better.

Sun Qiao tapped his index finger on the table, "You really know something."

When Li Jiajia heard this, her ten fingers that had been overlapping on her thighs twitched a little. She only thought that she glanced at the young man sitting across from her, "What does your psychiatrist say?"

"Did he see anything?"

"What should he see?"

After Sun Qiao uttered a sentence, he didn't speak again. He took a sip of coffee. He didn't continue the topic, but looked at Li Jiajia's frightened face with interest, "You are very afraid of 'him'."

This is an obvious declarative sentence.

And both of them knew who the "he" in Sun Qiao's dialect was.

Li Jiajia raised the corner of her mouth, her smile was full of powerlessness, "I know, but I can't hide it from you, you will know eventually."

"Yes, I'm afraid of 'him', but you know what? Little brother," Li Jiajia suddenly raised her head, staring at Sun Qiao with a pair of extremely dark eyes, "I'm not only afraid of 'him', I also hate 'him'! "

"You should hate 'him' too, Sun Qiao, it was 'he' who killed your brother!"

"The man who killed me!!"

The woman in front of her seemed to be just a creature wearing Li Jiajia's human skin. Her eyes were red, and the veins on her forehead were clearly visible. Anger and sadness seem to be manifested into some kind of dark substance, and the woman who always talked and smiled in the past has long since ceased to exist.

She was engulfed in boundless panic and resentment.

"Relax, woman."

A lazy voice suddenly sounded in front of Li Jiajia. Li Jiajia lost her composure to stand up because of the uncontrollable atmosphere, and looked down in a daze. The young man sitting there had not changed, it was still Sun Qiao.

But it wasn't Sun Qiao either.

"...You, you, you are..."

The young man who had seen the sun again picked up the porcelain cup in front of him and put it to his lips. His thin lips licked slowly along the traces of Sun Qiao's drinking. The bitterness almost drove him crazy.

Frowning, he lazily put down the porcelain cup, but his slender index finger was still spinning around the rim of the cup.

When he was free, he raised his eyes and glanced at Li Jiajia in front of him. His facial features were still handsome, but his face was expressionless. A breathless aura made Li Jiajia suffocate. She gasped lightly, completely different from the previous Crazy, like a dog pinched to its deathbed.

"If I don't kill you, I will dirty his hands."

Throwing down a sentence lightly, the young man moved his eyes to the rim of the cup, and even his eyes changed in an instant.

But the tone was full of unquestionable murder, "Now, get out."

Li Jiajia, who was ordered, only felt that her eyes were turning white, her brain was short of oxygen, and her fingertips were turning blue.

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