The Way of the Evil

Jiang Hu stared at the computer screen without blinking. Shen Yexi was sitting next to him. At first he could follow along, but then he became dizzy. I don't know if it was Yao Jiao or the diary written by the suspect. It's too abstract, one by one, people can't see any connection at all.

"What's all this?" Shen Yexi felt that he couldn't keep up with Jiang Hu's train of thought, and said a little bit shocked, "You...you can know who wrote it by reading this?"

Jiang Hu nodded, without taking his eyes off the screen, and said casually, "No matter who it is, it's definitely not Yao Jiao."

Shen Yexi was curious: "How do you know?"

Jiang Hu paused, as if he was thinking about his words: "The person who wrote the diary is a very typical narcissistic personality disorder. On the surface, it seems that he is confused and doesn't know what to do, but—for example, if you look at this, 'I don't understand why I was born in this world, is it because no one can understand me', and 'They mistreated me, I thought about it for a long time, and decided to leave it like this, I am not with them Same'."

"What does this mean?" Shen Yexi blinked his eyes and leaned over. In fact, with his keenness and intelligence, he already understood a little bit in his heart, but he couldn't help teasing him to say a few more words.

"On the one hand, he is complacent, and every sentence seems to have a faint meaning, as if he is the victim, and all the faults are blamed on others, on the other hand..." Jiang Hu said the second half of the sentence The words got stuck in his throat, Shen Yexi didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he leaned over his head, his chin faintly poked on his shoulder, breathing close to his ears, Jiang Hu's back suddenly stiffened.

"On the other hand, why are you sure Yao Jiao didn't write it?" Shen Yexi asked innocently, pretending to be addicted.

"..." This is Jianghu in the form of dried salted fish.A strand of hair on his neck was gently swayed by Shen Yexi's breath, scratched across the skin, faintly itchy, making him report with chills and goose bumps.

"Huh?" Shen Yexi said several times, but was blocked by the other party whether it was intentional or unintentional. He was upset for two or three days, but he suddenly seized such an opportunity and bullied him back without profit. Even grandma couldn't stand it.

This kid Jiang Hu is really slippery. When it comes to rivalry, Shen Yexi can only feel ashamed. He only hates that he was born with two holes in his heart. He can't blame the government for his hard life, but luckily God is fair. , Jianghu has one strong and one weak.

At this time, Shen Yexi saw his back stiffened, his buttocks seemed to have nails growing, and he secretly moved to the side bit by bit, and when he was too embarrassed to be too obvious, he suddenly understood that dealing with Jiang Hu was a trick. Roundabout policies and so on are all farts, if you play hooligans directly, he will be good.

What is that called? A scholar meets a soldier or something?

Anyway, you have a penetrating exquisite heart, and I have a brazen and salty pig's hand, so you are right, come here and do a few tricks, and see who has the last laugh.

"On the other hand," Jiang Hu calmed down and coughed dryly, "I noticed that whenever he used 'I' as the subject of his sentences, he always added a few more adjectives, and the sentence components were also extremely long, which inadvertently brought out such a A feeling that you are great, that you are good and alone. The person with narcissistic personality disorder indulges in the fantasy that he is successful and thinks he is unique. Even when he mentions his father, he also emphasizes his own. Father is a 'bloodline contributor' in the sense that he considers himself unique, under-understood, extremely self-centered...uh..."

Shen Yexi has been sticking to him, Jiang Hu has been hiding, not paying attention to the length and width of the chair, and then the tragedy happened, and he sat empty under the pressure of the uniformed gangster Shen Tui. Shen Yexi has quick eyes and quick hands, Hooking him up, there was a hollow chair back between the two of them, Shen Yexi's arm wrapped around Jiang Hu's ribs in such a majestic way, and he seemed unwilling to let go.

The night was already very dark, and the lights in the small hotel full of wooden furniture were a little dim, and the fluorescent light on the laptop screen was on leisurely. Jiang Hu raised his eyes in panic, just in time to meet Shen Yexi's gaze. It came surging, and the ambiguity spread like it was out of control.

Jiang Hu felt that his lips were a little dry, so he pursed them lightly uncomfortably, and the slightly thin lips under the light floated with a faint light of water. Shen Yexi later felt that his feeling at that moment was rather sinister. the meaning of.There was a sudden heat in his heart, as if he was so bewitched, he lowered his head, and touched his light-colored lips, the unusual tenderness was like a lit fuse, following his soul all the way. The nest is pouring down, and the affection that has been attracted for a long time seems to have broken the embankment.

Jerky, yet so affectionate.

Hey you, what about you, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand?Where do you want to hide from me?

Jiang Hu was completely dumbfounded. This great man in thought and short man in action were completely at a loss. He watched Shen Yexi's every move, and every time he stopped him in time when he didn't have time to do anything, he didn't expect this Go back to the real thing.

People who think too much can't help looking forward and backward when things are not clear, thinking about it, swimming like fish and refusing to approach easily, not because they are timid, but because everything seems not so smooth.Of course, Jiang Hu is not a cool person at all.

When Shen Yexi let go of him and slowly stepped back two inches, he saw that this person who had always pretended to be a grandson and had deeper thoughts than the trench still looked stupid and didn't realize it, so he couldn't help but chuckled .

With his smile, Jiang Hu finally came back to his senses, jumped up suddenly, took a few steps back, bumped into the wooden table behind him with a bang, and the laptop screen flickered following him: "I...I..."

Instead, Shen Yexi calmed down, raised his head slightly and looked at him with soft eyes. His current psychological feelings can be described by a classic folk saying, that is, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water——I even kissed him, so what do you think?

Jiang Hu "me" for a long time, and suddenly found that the Chinese that he had improved under the guidance of Teacher An during this period of time was returned to the great language worker, and he could not remember that the subject should be followed by the string what kind of predicate.

"What are you?" Shen Yexi asked with a smile.

"I...I want to say that the patient with narcissistic personality disorder lacks the ability to empathize, pays too much attention to himself and cannot distinguish the boundaries between himself and others, has difficulty understanding other people's thoughts and feelings, is cold and introverted, has a sense of privilege and... ..."

Shen Yexi stared at him dumbfounded——Dr. Jiang, has your CPU finally short-circuited?Jiang Hu fell silent while talking, his eyes wandered away from Shen Yexi's sight, and he was silent for two seconds, then Shen Yexi suddenly burst out laughing.

The first time I saw Jiang Hu, I thought this guy was purebred and natural, but after getting along with him for a while, I felt that he was very deep in the city, and he was obviously a black-bellied man with a natural skin. Shen Yexi finally understood at this moment Now, what is hidden under his various indistinct and foggy underbelly is actually a naturally dull heart.

Jiang Hu pressed his forehead with his hands, the expression on his face fluctuated, and finally he couldn't hold back and laughed.

The embarrassing and ambiguous atmosphere was wiped away by his smile: "Just now I..." Jiang Hu only said three words, but was interrupted by Shen Yexi shaking his hand: "It's okay, you continue, that narcissistic personality disorder and Yao Jiao."

Jiang Hu glanced at him, as if he understood something, turned his eyes away, and sat back on the chair again: "Yao Jiao has been in an extremely conflicted mood, he longs to maintain a low-key and normal life, and because of some He has a rebellious mentality and wants to fight against his own nature desperately. He cares about the opinions of others and the resistance from his relatives, so he is distressed and has the initial symptoms of schizophrenia. And the narcissistic personality disorder, just now Having said that, there will be a strong sense of privilege, and being different from others is sometimes a source of pride for them, and they believe they are unique and only a few people can understand themselves. Like this person Written in the diary, like Narcissus at the water's edge—indulging only in myself."

"Then why is he talking so much decadent and painful nonsense?"

"The only thing I can think of is trying to establish a connection with others through this. He is a person who lives completely in his own world and cannot really understand others. These emotions are just his wishful thinking that he is such a noble person. understood by others..."

"The loneliness that gods and saints should have when they are independent from the world?" Team Shen's vocabulary is actually quite rich.

Jiang Hu nodded.Shen Yexi thought for a while, and asked him: "If we assume that he used such a form to attract his prey, and he used the sound of Huachuang as a password, then this bar must have something special for him. The meaning of the bar, or the bar in his eyes, is a part of his own extension."

The range of suspects suddenly narrowed. Shen Yexi thought of something in his mind. When he had a count, he took out his mobile phone and told Sheng Yao what he thought of here, so that they would continue to pay attention to this log tomorrow, and at the same time check all the frequently asked questions. The guests who come in and out of the flower window... and the operator.

Jiang Hu turned around silently, and continued to look at the diary full of gorgeous rhetoric and long sentences that were difficult for him to read. A hand hanging under the table was quietly clenched, and his eyes were line by line I scanned it, but I couldn't tell how many words I saw in my heart.

Then Shen Yexi came over after making the phone call, put his hand on his shoulder, and said softly: "I said, let's do it tomorrow, it's time to rest, right?"