Officer Xiang and Mumu

Although Kang Bo is called Bo, he is actually not old, only in his early 40s.At this time, he was hanging his head at the door, as if a child who had done something wrong came to accept his order and be punished.

After I took pictures of all the messy graffiti, the nurses started cleaning the room.Ling Yunmu put on clean clothes, and was sprayed with a tangy fragrance, which made me sneeze several times.I temporarily took him to the bachelor dormitory where he used to live.

Although I was expelled from the hospital, Dean Tian didn't dare to offend me, and everything remained the same.It's really thanks to the status of the young master!

"Mumu, do you know what you did today?" I asked him intentionally and seriously.

As soon as Ling Yunmu came, he picked up a quilt and went to the corner, and I forcibly dragged him back to the bed.Then he climbed onto the bed, and still chose the innermost corner, with his back against two walls, looking straight at me with those deep and beautiful big eyes.

I know that he is very short-sighted, so he should not be able to see me clearly, but he must know that I am sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him.

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore, it will melt again in a while!" It's really boring to tease someone who doesn't respond.I took the ice cream out of the plastic bag, peeled off the wrapper, and held it in front of his eyes to see if he could tell what it was.

I bought the ice cream later, and the one I bought earlier has already melted.

I thought it would take him at least some time to judge whether it was an enemy or a friend. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched it out, he opened his mouth, stretched out the tip of his pink tongue, and licked it.Even though I am suffering from illness, my love for ice cream has not diminished at all!

He is also very frugal, he is reluctant to lick too much at once, and he gives priority to licking the ones that are dripping down!

The logic is clear, the appetite is normal, and I suddenly feel relieved that the clouds can only see the moon.

It must be only a matter of time before Ling Yunmu returns to normal!

"Look what this is?" I spread out the admission notice to surprise him, but he stuck out his tongue in his busy schedule and licked the notice, so he dared to treat this as something to eat!

It's really dumbfounding... Was it too early for me to be happy just now?

Ling Yunmu's graffiti was too messy, few of them could be seen clearly, and some places were painted in a large area of ​​black, making it impossible to see what was painted.And I firmly believed that this was him reliving that traumatic experience!Do it the Doodle way!

The most favorable evidence is the numbers written on the wall - 11200, that is the hotline of the city radio station!That night, Ling Yunmu called the police as an alarm call, and I heard it and reported it.

The string of numbers 11200 was written several times, on the ground, on the quilt, everywhere, did he regard this as a life-saving straw?Is he still calling for help now?

In addition to the numbers, there is also a very scary picture!

It is the back of a woman.She has long black hair, wears a white dress, has no feet, and floats off the ground.Looking at her movements, she seemed to be holding something in her hand, but since her back was facing us, we couldn't see clearly.A large area of ​​the background is blacked out, black and white are distinct, and it is scary to watch.

This painting often appeared in Ling Yunmu's subsequent graffiti, and it was different every time it appeared. The woman never looked back, but gradually I could clearly see what the woman was holding in her arms.

It was a baby, a newborn baby still attached to the umbilical cord!

Covered in blood, he slowly crawled from the woman's arms to her shoulders, and opened his mouth wide towards Ling Yunmu, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth that could chew people's bones.

There are also poisonous snakes, half-dead people, suspected siblings and so on in the graffiti.These things are not static, they are developmental beings.Like women and babies, there will be another scene in the next doodle!

I often watch it very depressed, and my heart is full of panic, and I will substitute myself into it if I am not careful.

Is this the world Ling Yunmu lives in?

His attending physician, Wei Chenglan, said that the patient was venting in this way, and what he drew was what he saw and heard, which is actually a good phenomenon.The saddest thing is that there is no way to tell, nowhere to tell.At least he's found a way to let it out.

Psychologist Freud once said in "Introduction to Psychoanalysis" that artists are not far from mental patients.

The difference is that the artist has an additional means to sublimate the original desire.They have sublimated the desire for voyeurism into the art of photography; the desire to play with shit into the art of painting;More shady desires appear in the works in a different form, thus gaining great pleasure from the affirmation of the world.

And psychopaths don't.Before they get sick, there is no effective way to vent their inner conflicts, and those primitive desires are not allowed in the eyes of the world.They couldn't find an exit, so they gnawed away at the individual like a poisonous snake.In order to protect the individual, the defense mechanism can only replace the unfulfilled desire with the symptom of psychosis.

"Although you are still far from an artist, you have already taken a small step. Let's work hard together!" I stroked Ling Yunmu's soft hair, and he was licking his lips even when he fell asleep, as if he hadn't had enough .

The turning point came in mid-August. After I had almost given up on the idea of ​​awakening my sub-personality, I received exciting and good news!It's just that nearly two months had passed since the June [-] extermination case.

Before that, I prepared a large A3-sized picture book and brushes for Ling Yunmu, and let him scribble on it to his heart's content.He didn't accept it at first, but he developed a conditioned reflex after I used countless sticks of ice cream to perform the temptation|seduction technique.

There is no ice cream for painting on the wall, but there is ice cream for painting on the notebook.

It took him several days to comprehend this kind of conditioned reflex that even a mouse could master quickly.It really fills me with guts.

August is the hottest month in Hong'an, which can be called a furnace.It's stuffy and hot, the outdoor temperature is [-] to [-], and there is no air-conditioning indoors, it will be a deadly season!

A laid-off man who lives alone, besides teasing the police dog at home and muddling along on the sofa, can only go into the kitchen to cook simple food.

"Brother Xiang, you need someone to take care of you!" Lu Guangyi said in WeChat when he saw my picture of burnt potatoes and roast chicken, "It doesn't matter if you are a man or a woman, as long as you can cook."

"I'm not a narcissist, obviously sending you selfies is not to express love, don't you understand?"

"Could it be... no, I'm not free! The deputy team is free, wouldn't it be nice to ask him to go up and cook you some side dishes and drink some wine?"

"What I mean is, if you don't bring me the dossier, I'll fry you to a burnt smell and feed it to Xiaolong."

"!"

In the afternoon, I wore only a chimney with my upper body naked, carried a bag of garbage in my slippers, put my sunglasses on, and went into the oven as soon as I got out of the refrigerator.My heart said it was so hot, fortunately the air conditioner was installed in Ling Yunmu's ward, otherwise normal people would also suffer from mental illness.

Whistling to the downstairs, Yi Ge's figure and dance steps are very eye-catching, but there are no ghosts on the road.

Passing by a tree, I couldn't help but hide for a few seconds, and saw a young man wearing black-framed glasses, a suit and leather shoes standing there, holding a briefcase and a coat that he had taken off.

In this season when everyone can't wait to take off their shirts, he doesn't lack any shirts, ties, suits, and leather shoes!

When I came back after throwing out the garbage, I handed him a bottle of iced mineral water, which he took and thanked politely.

"Excuse me, is there a Mr. Xiang living here? Do you know where his home is?"

Hearing the sound, I glanced back at him, stepped back and asked him, "Yes, yes, what do you want him for?"

He put the briefcase under his arm, opened the bottle of mineral water I gave him, "I want to ask him to sign, where does he live?"

I reached out and grabbed the bottle of mineral water and poured it straight into my mouth.

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Chimney: Cantonese refers to loose boxer pants, which can be used for going out.