[Comprehensive English and American] Jason's beautiful day

Thalia seems to have a strange aroma, with the unique taste of the desert in the Middle East. It is difficult for Jason to describe this aroma, but he must admit that this smell makes his heart, which is always hanging in the air, drop down.

Jason fell asleep, and when he woke up, he couldn't help being taken aback.

He felt better—those depressions were like sand swept under the rug, well hidden.

Jason's eyes were still sleepy, and he looked around: [Where's Thalia? 】

System: [Let's go. 】

System: [But she left something behind. 】

Jason yawned, rubbed the soft pillow that was messed up by himself, and touched a square object with his fingertips. He paused, pinched it, and slowly pulled it out, staring at it inexplicably.

——It was a black card without any logo.

Jason: […all]

System: [Stop talking, I know... I understand you. 】

? ? ?What do you understand?

Jason: […]

He and Thalia have nothing at all, what does it mean to put a card?Am I much like someone who needs a card?No - why is Thalia the one to put the card?

System: [If you need to light a cigarette, I remember there is a box under the coffee table. 】

Light a fart, smoke afterward?

Jason stared at the card very complicatedly, and a subtle emotion came from the bottom of his heart. Isn't the chance of him being given the card a bit high recently?

And this card looks a little familiar...

He suddenly remembered something, pushed the quilt away, stepped on the ground with bare feet, bent over to rummage in the pile of dirty clothes, and his movements were extremely rough.

He found another card in his jacket pocket, also a black one without any logo.

But this card was given by Tim.

Jason carefully held the two black cards, compared them together, staggered and overlapped.

After a long while, Jason fell into deep thought, with a tangled expression on his face: [System, what do you think...why does Tim have the same black card as Thalia? 】

system:……

Jason continued to emphasize: [Tim said it was his secondary card. 】

The system continued to maintain a suspicious silence, panicked in its heart—whose two cards belong to?No, no, it must not be the person it thinks, although it knows that person has a lot of messy cards...

Jason: [My system? 】

The system just feels bad now, and it feels very irritable.

System: [You asked me what to do! 】

The system is very tired, the system does not want to know, the system is just a system, why do you need to know this?

Jason licked his lips and fell into a rare bewilderment: [You said, does Tim know what Thalia does? 】

The system was taken aback: [? 】

Jason: [I know that Mr. Wayne, who is clean and self-conscious in the report, is just a personal design, he is actually exactly like his father...]

Jason: [But Thalia, isn't this a little too much? 】

system:【!What's going on in your head! 】

Jason was even more entangled. This is not good for literary youth. After reading too much Romeo and Juliet, his brain circuit will always drift to a very weird place.

Jason was very confident about expressing his guess: 【I think...】

The system screamed loudly, speaking fast: [Stop!There is no such operation as the underworld young master and the strange rich man Fifty Shades of Grey! 】

Jason's eyes suddenly sharpened!

His expression was unpredictable, he hesitated to speak, and the system suddenly realized something, and he didn't say anything, and there was a calm and peaceful atmosphere in the air.

A few seconds passed.

Jason was polite yet awkward: [... I don't know if I should say something. 】

The system lay down peacefully: [Improper speaking. 】

Jason pretended he didn't hear anything: [I think you're too proficient at Fifty Shades of Grey. 】

Damn, isn't it just hurting each other?

The system froze for a moment, and retorted: [It's not as good as you performing Fifty Shades of Grey yourself, is it really so happy? 】

A more embarrassing atmosphere spread——

It seems to be really happy to lie down and earn money for nothing.

It's not that they have no backbone, it's all because they give too much.

All of them skipped the topic at the same time.

**

metropolis.

Jason didn't leave the city. It's not his style to escape. After he was able to face the fact that he had PTSD, he began to actively look for treatment options.

Seeing a psychiatrist was the first thing he ruled out.

Cognitive behavioral remodeling, hypnosis, drug therapy... Jason wrinkled his nose, a little worried.

His defensive instinct would never allow others to enter his subconscious to change his deep emotions, and the drug treatment didn't work, and the Lazarus pool made him extremely resistant to drugs.

After looking at a bunch of PTSD treatment options, Jason chose the roughest one after careful selection.

- Delayed exposure therapy.

A treatment modality in which PTSD patients are exposed to anxiety-provoking stimuli and gradually acclimatized to increase tolerance.

System: 【...No need, what's wrong with you? 】

It rolled its cyber eyes.

It looked at Jason tossing around very disturbingly. It is not easy to lightly awaken Jason's PTSD. It is extremely difficult to expose himself to uncontrollable dangers. Strong man——When Jason started to think seriously and rushed to the balcony to shout Superman, it finally couldn't help it.

fooling around.

It thought for a while, and pulled out the most conventional and gentle method from the corner.

System: [I also hate psychiatrists, but it shouldn't be a problem to join a mutual aid club. 】

Jason: […]

What's the point of joining a support group where a bunch of dejected people gather in a circle to share their tragic pasts with each other?And his experience can't be shared at all. Do you want to tell others that he did a sit-up in a coffin and was scared out of PTSD by Superman?

Science fiction can only be written in the first half at most.

The voice of the system is getting lower and lower: [The theory shows that mutual aid associations can provide a social support system... Forget it, I just think that some experience can be tried, it's up to you. 】

Jason was silent for a while: [Are you angry? 】

The system ignored him.

Jason sighed, his boss could only coax him, his face was pleasant and his voice was soft: 【Okay, okay, I'll just go. 】

After a while, the system hesitated: [...Really? 】

[Genuine goods at a fair price. 】

Through some channels, Jason signed up for a mutual aid club that is said to have the largest number of recoveries. It adopts an offline mode, with strong security and a very secret venue. It can be said that as long as the participants don't spread the word, no one will know that there was a rally here.

He found a corner and sat down, making himself non-existent. The environment of the Mutual Aid Club was pretty good, the curtains were half-closed, achieving a proper brightness, and each chair was covered with soft pillows.

– what is unusual is the way the chairs are placed.

Usually, the chairs of mutual aid clubs are arranged in a circle, which can bring the members closer, but this mutual aid club arranges the chairs in a semicircle, row by row, and there are steps—from front to back , the first level is shorter than the first level, and the last row almost looks up to the first row.

The front row was empty and there was nothing, Jason couldn't help but frowned. If this area was for sharing tragic stories, this arrangement would only create a sense of distance for the people in the back row, while the front row...

He hid these questions in his heart and chose a seat in the corner of the last row to sit down.

Jason didn't put any disguise on his face—his name, past, and experiences were all fabricated, so there must be at least a real part of his body, and he used a virtual personality to participate in psychotherapy. Jason was worried about treating himself as a psychopath. Split.

Yes, he is full of prejudice against psychotherapy and psychiatrists. This prejudice has no reason and is deeply rooted in his mind. Subconsciously, he even thinks that psychotherapy is the best way to create a lunatic.

"Can I sit here?"

A strange voice sounded beside Jason.

"Please." Jason said succinctly.

How did this man manage to look weirder than himself?Jason looked at it indiscriminately—a wide-brimmed peaked cap, sunglasses that could cover most of his face, and an oversized white mask. This wasn't enough. After noticing Jason's gaze, the man paused for a moment before picking up his body. The hood of the back sweater was buttoned on his head again.

Jason turned his head disinterestedly, and yawned. Others arrived one after another, but they were all quiet, as if everyone was waiting for something.

The strange man next to him seemed a little restless: "Do you feel something is wrong?"

Are you so familiar?Isn't the strangest thing here just yourself?

The weirdo pulled his hood again, looking uncomfortable: "I suffered a severe burn—the fire destroyed all my skin."

He went on to explain: "After the burn I was very sensitive to the eyes of other people."

Jason pursed his lips: "You don't need to explain this to me, I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you... let's chat? Isn't that the purpose of the Mutual Aid Association?"

Jason didn't intend to talk to him at first, but he was a little sorry for his previous behavior, so he sighed secretly, and said a word dryly: "Terrorist attack."

"Me too." The man touched his chest and reached out to Jason: "My name is Edward."

"Peter."

Edward's voice paused subtly, "Nice to meet you, Peter."

They had an extremely embarrassing conversation. Neither Jason nor Edward were used to dissecting themselves. In addition, neither of them had a few words of truth. Yes, Jason was not the only one who lied.

But as they chatted, they found that more and more eyes were gathering on them, and everyone was quietly staring at them without saying a word.

"Cough." Edward cleared his throat, pointed at his face to everyone, "I have experienced a..."

"No." A man interrupted him with a kind tone, "It's not because of this."

The man smiled understandingly: "We just...we usually don't talk so much before waiting for the doctor to come."

Edward withdrew his hand in embarrassment and leaned back. This was the first time he was said so——

Outrageous.

Just as he was talking, a tall, handsome blond man walked in from the door. He slightly adjusted the position of his tie and walked up to the highest step.

"It's nice to see you all again." With a gentle smile on his face, the man glanced around and said, "I saw two new friends."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Lecter."