Psychological Control

In the urban jungle of New York, the afternoon sun shines into this office from among the tall buildings.The interior furnishings all present a warm and stylish design, the relaxing sandalwood is still burning slowly, and the green smoke is floating in the air.

I reached out to the desktop in front of me and turned off the recording button.Then he looked up at the patient in front of him, smiled and said: "Ms. Maria, let's talk about today's treatment first. Don't worry, anxiety can be cured with drugs and psychological counseling, but you must remember it when you go back." Take medicine."

In my final reminder, I winked at the woman and watched as her face flushed.Naturally, I saw this temporary patient I met as a substitute, because of the frequent contact during this period, I had feelings that should not have arisen between doctors and patients.But it might as well let me take advantage of this and let her take medicine on time.

Maria blushed, and hesitated for a long time before asking, "Dr. Morgan, the next appointment time..."

"I'm very sorry, Maria." I still maintained my gentle voice, but the meaning of the words was not vague at all. "You still need to make an appointment with Dr. Allen for your next treatment, because my temporary shift is coming to an end in two months as agreed.

"But...but!..." I noticed that Maria's face turned pale in an instant, and her hands trembled slightly, as if the anxiety attack was about to strike again.

I stood up from my seat, walked to her side, bent down and pressed my hands on her shoulders to comfort her. "Maria, it's all right. Remember? I told you before, am I going to study for the FBI agent exam? Now it's time, and you will bless me, right?"

...

After the course of treatment, I spent more than ten minutes comforting the patient who received it halfway, and finally I was able to leave work.

To obtain a license to practice medicine as a psychologist was actually just a way for me to take the exam while I was studying for a Ph.D. for the sake of convenience.And not to mention fulfilling the dream of the previous life, it can also make the current resume look much better.However, what I never expected was that this also came with an unnecessary trouble.

More than two months ago, I just escaped from the professors who took me during my Ph.D., away from the lunatic house where they devoted themselves to studying mental patients, and I quit my job as a teaching assistant in the department.I didn't know that the psychiatrist license I just got brought me a new task.

The professor's friend, Dr. Allen, wanted to go abroad for a two-month vacation around the world on a whim, so he needed someone to take over the patients in his hands.The professor who brought me happened to know that I had obtained a license to practice as a psychologist but had no actual work experience, so he simply pulled my young man.

It seems that in his eyes, the one or two years I was busy in the lunatic asylum when I was working under him did not count as my actual work experience.So when I was forced to work with pay, I also brought the old professor's earnest excuse to accumulate work experience.

After finishing my Ph.D. in psychology in more than a year, I was too busy.Because generally speaking, it takes about three years for the average person to study for this kind of doctorate in philosophy.However, after I decided on the combined master and Ph.D. program, I was busy submitting various papers to accumulate word-of-mouth, and at the same time, I was also earning my own credits. At least I finished it within two years.

After getting a degree and a medical license, I happened to catch up with the fbi’s recruitment period. After submitting my resume and going through a long background check, a dozen of drug testing and physical examination forms were mailed. past.Finally, two months ago, I was notified that I would be ready to go to the fbi Washington headquarters for further tests of various kinds next week.

In fact, the recruitment of FBI agents generally requires applicants to have at least five years of work experience in the industry, and those with a master's degree or above can only be reduced to two years.But I have a background of publishing many papers praised by professors and experts in the industry, as well as a recommendation letter written by my old professor and Bau Rigidion, which made me stand out.

...

I got off work early and went home to pack my luggage. The place where I lived in London for the past two months was a cramped bachelor apartment.However, although the sparrow is small and complete, the bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen are all crammed into a small footprint.Dillon, of course, kept Miami to run his arms shop.

Although when I was a student at Stanford, Dillon would hire an employee to help him run the weapon shop and live with me over there in San Francisco.But in the two months after I moved to New York after graduating from Stanford, he simply returned to Miami to take over his own job.

Before we knew it, we had been together for almost five years.Although no one is counting the exact days, but in retrospect, the passage of time is still shockingly fast.I am 25 years old this year, just over the minimum age requirement of fbi applicants by two years, and Dillon is 31 years old, but he has not changed much in these years.

Maybe it's because of a sullen face that prevents him from getting wrinkles?The relationship between Dillon and I is plain and there is no lack of passion. It can be said that it is the best state to maintain a long-term relationship between the two.But lately it seems odd to me that Dillon seems to be back in a new business.I found that his outreach had increased.

It can't be nonsense like cheating, because I know that when he started to show these behaviors, it was after I really made up my mind to become an FBI agent.What is he doing to prepare?

I can't think of it for a while, but it's not hard to imagine that this man who is always worried that I will put himself in danger will do something to keep me in check.

"Beep beep beep" the phone rang for a while, and Dillon's voice rang from the other end of the phone. "Are you going to fly to Washington again?" There was no opening greeting, straightforward, obviously this person was in a bad mood.

I snorted and laughed silently. "Dillon, don't get emotional. My goal is to enter the Department of Behavioral Analysis Science, bau, and I'm positioned as a profiler. So don't worry, I won't make trouble to go undercover in some gangster group or special operations. Besides, Whether it can pass the test is another matter. Isn't it?"

"Do you think I will believe you, Brian?" Dillon's deep voice came, although the tone was still bad, but with a kind of tenderness. "After you flew to Washington, what you left in New York, I'll go over and get it back for you this weekend?"

"Well, I'm sorry to trouble you." I said with a smile, "However, if I pass the admission, I will have another four months to go to the FBI headquarters in Virginia for four and a half months of training. You know, So don't you plan to fly over to see me tomorrow? I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, if I really have to go for four months, can you hold back?"

"..." There was silence on the other side of the microphone, only the sound of Dillon's breathing.After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Brian! You asked for it! Wait, I'll change the ticket now!"

...

On the last day in New York, early morning sunlight streamed in through the small window above the bed in the bedroom.Dillon and I, who like to sleep on our stomachs, were lying on the not-so-large double bed, which was a bit narrow compared to our home in Miami.

The bed sheet under his body was extremely wrinkled. Originally, it was only at certain times of the month that it would be ravaged by Dillon who came from afar.At this time, because of Di Lung's madness yesterday, he was in great trouble.

I rubbed my temples and sat up naked. After staying for a while, I got out of bed and changed into clothes. The comfortable casual clothes are suitable for wearing on the plane.The things that need to be taken with you had already been packed with Dillon when he arrived yesterday.

Just as I was looking at the room with my back to the bed, thinking about whether I had forgotten something for the last time, a hand suddenly came out from behind and stretched out towards my neck, locking it!The feeling of suffocation made me react almost instantly, and I hit my right elbow back. When the person behind me turned sideways to avoid it, I put my hands around my shoulders and threw him 180 degrees.

"Bang bang..." When Di Lung was thrown out, he subconsciously made a defensive posture, and because the bedroom was too small, his knee hit the corner of the wardrobe as a matter of course.

In the past few years, in addition to being busy with the knowledge of psychology, I have not forgotten the training of physical fitness and self-protection ability. Dillon taught me all the skills to be learned in the army such as grappling.Not only that, he even extended to how to make a seemingly unsystematic but effective Sanda method after pretending to be a street gangster.

"Ah..." Di Lon was still so sullen even if he screamed in pain, not to mention that he was still naked at the moment, like a lion or cat just waking up, without any deterrent force at all.

"Early in the morning, what are you doing?" I looked down at him from top to bottom, with silent contempt in my eyes. "Didn't you torment enough yesterday? If my back hurts from sitting too long on the plane, can I not answer your calls for a month?"

"..." Dillon rubbed his knees silently and stood up, then picked up the clothes beside the bed and put them on by himself. "Don't call me...I'm not here to give you a final practice confirmation of your grappling technique before you leave?"

"Then have you confirmed it?" I was quite dumbfounded, and pulled out the t-shirt that was suppressed and made him search for a long time from the quilt.

"Okay, okay." Dillon pursed his lips, took the clothes I handed over with a serious face, stretched his arms and put them on. "Come on, I'll take you to the airport."

I watched him put on his clothes and was stunned for a while.Then he replied: "Then let's go." The reason for being stunned is that the sun can cast shadows too much. The texture of this man's chest muscles and the muscle lines of his arms make me feel completely different about the next four months. See you with great regret.