Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

A year ago, Gotham.

Anna Cavill, studying at Gotham University School of Law.She has long red hair, freckles, wears glasses, and is not tall. Generally speaking, she is a very ordinary girl.

But she has a heart yearning for justice.

Everyone said it was because her father was a policeman.

But Anna knew it was not, her father was much greater than everyone thought.

He is an fbi agent.

Anna has always been proud of her father's work.She felt her father was fighting for justice.

Anna was very fond of an actress, for many years.That actor has a title, called "Goddess of Moonlight".

"Moon Goddess" Cynthia.

She thinks that Cynthia is both good-looking and kind-hearted, and every time she sees her at a charity gala, she is so eye-catching and heart-warming, and listening to her speak has a feeling of spring breeze.

More importantly, when she was volunteering in junior high school, she once caught a glimpse of Cynthia from a distance.

That day, at Gotham's orphanage, Anna was late, came in through the back door in a hurry, and rushed to the path leading to the main entrance.

Pushing aside the branches and leaves blocking the way, she suddenly saw, under the shadow of the dancing trees, a slender figure with platinum curly hair was kneeling on the other side of the road, gently stroking the short hair of a little boy.

Anna stopped.

"Don't cry, Grayson." Cynthia's gentle and powerful voice came, "Mom and Dad don't want to see you cry, do they? You have to be happy with their share forever Flying down in the sky."

Anna hid behind the tree, watching the little boy gradually stop crying and buried in Cynthia's arms, but her own eyes became moist.

Anna didn't have a mother either.

When she was just entering junior high school, her mother was implicated because of her father's work.

At that time, little Anna was sitting in the car, watching a flower of blood explode from the chest of her mother beside her.

She was petrified, and panting in pain, her mother turned her head and saw her expression full of fear, but showed a pale smile.

"Live with mother's share, Anna."

Mother's bleeding face and Cynthia's white profile gradually merged together.

Anna doesn't hate anyone, and she doesn't blame her father for causing the disaster.She just wants to live strong, bravely, and with her mother's soul.

Cynthia gave her hope of living.

Cynthia's ethereal voice, warm blond hair, and dazzling smile were the only things that kept her going through that harrowing period of therapy.

For a time, she didn't understand why she liked this Moonlight Goddess whom she had never met so much.

Now she knows.

Cynthia, like her mother, is a warm existence.

She sent letters to Cynthia, and occasionally got replies, and her beautiful handwriting showed her full intentions.

Anna thought they would be like this, living in parallel forever, seeing and feeling each other forever, just like she and her mother.

But she was wrong again.

That night, at 42:[-], holding her mobile phone, she rushed out of the house while weeping, ran to the street, faced the bustling crowd, and shouted in collapse:

"Is there anyone who can save her?! Please, is there anyone who can..."

There was chaos on the street, and there were so many people similar to her. Anna collided with their eyes, and each saw the other's helplessness and panic.

She froze and looked down at her phone.

Two minutes before ten o'clock, in the live broadcast interface, Cynthia had already woken up, was tied to a chair, and was talking calmly.Anna saw the smile at the corner of her mouth, but felt a fire in her heart, which made her feel unbearable pain.

With a cruel heart, she quit the live broadcast, and instead dialed a number she knew by heart.

The phone made two beeps and was connected.

Before the other person could speak, Anna yelled anxiously: "Dad! Where are you?!"

"In the car." Her father, Demon Cavill, said in a deep voice.

Anna's eyes lit up.

"Are you going to the Moonlight Theater?" She almost cried with joy, "You must be on your way to the Moonlight Theater!"

Demon was silent.

"...No," he said, "I can't tell you, Anna."

Anna was taken aback, and the smile on her face disappeared.

"What's the matter with your tone?" She asked confusedly, "You must still have a group of people rushing to the theater, right? There is Batman on the hospital side, and gcpd, and there is no one on her side... Please Please, save Cynthia! You can't watch her die, you can't—”

"I'm going to die." Demon interrupted her coldly, "Protect yourself and stop caring about this matter."

Anna breathed in the icy air and felt a chill run up her spine.She was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice, "You won't go to the theater anymore, will you?"

"..."

Her father's steady breathing sounded in her ears, but she didn't say a word.

"...Goodbye, Anna."

He hung up the phone.

Anna put the phone down from her ear, and stood on the street in a daze for a while.

Then she heard a distant rumble from beyond the Moonlight Theatre.

She turned to look.

A red cloud rises from the sky, and with the shaking of the earth, it illuminates half of Gotham.

In the midst of mourning, Anna slowly covered her eyes and knelt down among the crowd.

Anna moved out of the house where she originally lived with her father, and participated in parades, school suspensions, and commemorative activities spontaneously organized by the Gotham masses.

She carefully crafted the name cards, participated in every game, and was never absent, but she didn't speak much.

When people outraged and accused the Gotham government of inaction, she remained silent.

When people raged and accused Batman of being incompetent, she remained silent.

She remained silent when people kept their mouths open and said they would rather have bombs go off in both places.

As the matter fermented and time passed, there began to be such voices: Some people said that it was not the government's inaction, but Cynthia's choice to give up her life.

She made a choice, and everyone is just respecting her choice.

When such remarks were made, Anna stood up.

In broad daylight, on the podium, facing hundreds or thousands of people, Anna held the microphone and said word by word: "That's not the case."

"No, my dad is an fbi, I called him before Cynthia woke up, and they already had everything planned - drop Cynthia and get on the bus to Gotham Hospital .”

The crowd was in an uproar.

After this incident, Anna quickly became a leader in the anti-epidemic team.

She gave speeches in various places, encouraged people to rise up to resist, organized protest marches, raised funds to help the victims of the clown case, erected monuments and statues for Cynthia, and promoted ideas.

"She has always been my spiritual guide, and even if she is gone, she will still be, and will always be." Anna said.

The last parade she participated in was the one in Washington.

Anna waved the flag, shouted slogans, and walked bravely at the forefront.Facing the policemen with explosion-proof shields, she was not stage frightened. Instead, she stood up and led her team, holding up blood-smeared cards, approaching the White House.

There was a sound of wooden warehouses on the field.

It was a special police officer who opened the wooden warehouse.

The sound of wooden warehouses and the smell of gunpowder smoke lingered for a long time, and the team's advance was suddenly chaotic. Everyone looked around in panic, with their chests back and their backs folded, trying their best to minimize their sense of existence.

Anna was also taken aback.

She has a special fear of wooden warehouse sounds, and part of her psychotherapy as a child revolved around this fear.

But at this moment, she raised her eyes and looked around, seeing the transparent shields and the black muzzles of the guns, she suddenly felt extremely calm.

She stepped forward, supported by the flagpole, and stood up.

"We don't want to create chaos," she said, loud and clear. "We just want justice."

Some people in the team, looking into Anna's firm eyes, also stood up slowly, and echoed: "We only want justice!"

The sound gradually became louder from small to loud, from far to near.

"Back to justice! Back to justice!"

An overwhelming shout rumbled in front of the White House, so similar to the explosion that night.

The special police opened the wooden warehouse again, but this time, it only ignited the anger of the people even higher.

"Back! Back!" shouted the special police, waving the barrel of the gun, threatening the lives of the team members.

Anna was at the forefront, waving the flag, approaching the White House.

At that moment, she may have made up her mind, or maybe she didn't think about anything, people can only see that under the aim of countless wooden guns, her steps are so firm.

The wooden barn rang.

People screamed.

The flag in Anna's hand did not let go, and a red flower bloomed on her chest.She fell on her back, and the last sight she saw was the peaceful blue sky and white clouds over Washington.

At that time, she looked very much like her mother.

"Her mum and she, both left me. I have nothing now."

A year later, Demon Carville, a former FBI agent, wearing an ill-fitting janitor's uniform, carrying a wooden bin, said with red eyes.

"Because of you, I lost Anna, I lost my job, I lost everything... It was all because of you. You bewitched Anna and made her pay everything for your death, but in the end you were alive, and you could get away with just surviving by chance. You still encourage people to continue to protest and continue to parade, why? You liar, a villain for show, why do you?? Why don’t you die?!!”

His expression was crazy, and the hands holding the wooden warehouse were trembling with excitement, and he might go off at any time.

This is a criminal who will die together for the ultimate purpose.

Rhett came to a conclusion almost instantly.

The only way to stop him is to delay the time for him to achieve his goal.

At the moment when he thought of this, he caught a glimpse of Cynthia making a gesture to him.

wait a minute.Cynthia said.

Cynthia didn't look at him, but spoke to Demon.

"Sorry," she said. "Can you describe what your daughter looks like? I don't remember having a letter with a girl named Anna, so I have reason to suspect that what you say is false."

Demon's face flushed suddenly.

He roared angrily: "How dare you not remember her?? She died for you, and you don't remember her??!"

"If you describe it carefully, maybe I will remember it." Cynthia said calmly.

Demon took a heavy breath.

"Long, red hair, green eyes, freckles..." he began slowly.

Aside, Rhett's eyes suddenly lit up.