Monster Psychology Clinic

After weighing it in his heart, Simon decided to point out this mistake.

Simon raised his head, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and looked at the snake spirit. He interrupted the snake spirit's fantasy about swallowing himself alive as gently as possible, and pointed out the snake spirit's logical error: "You don't need to chew when you usually eat, right?"

"What!?" The snake spirit, who was immersed in the delicious food, was suddenly stunned.

"You just said 'it's not like raw beef, it will get stuck between your teeth. It must be more chewy than raw chicken', this sentence is too strange, you usually eat raw, and you can't chew , why are you thinking about Seya?" Simon asked.

"Ah..." The snake spirit swallowed speechlessly.

Simon followed closely: "Have you ever eaten Dongpo pork?"

"Ah..." The snake spirit was speechless, obviously she had never eaten it.

This is not over yet, Simon searched his junior high school biological knowledge, and killed him with one blow: "The tongue of a snake is an olfactory organ, and snakes have no sense of taste at all, so what is your phrase 'let my taste buds fully enjoy'?" ghost?"

The snake spirit was so violently hit that she slumped down on the sofa, unable to calm down for a long time.

Qingqing feels that her three views have been subverted: I don't even have a sense of taste! ! !

The bewildered snake spirit was dumbfounded, sitting on the sofa in the psychotherapy room, unable to arouse any interest in wanting to eat people, and kept saying one sentence over and over again in his head - Am I a fake snake?

When she walked out of the consulting room, Qingqing felt a little staggered. She almost tripped over the steps, but it was Simon's strong hands who supported her in time.

"Doctor, I suddenly... don't know why, I suddenly don't want to eat people." Qingqing said weakly, "Actually, I always wanted to eat people because I thought they were delicious, but you told me today that I have no sense of taste... ..."

So, cannibalism—let’s quit!Anyway, my wife has no sense of taste!Everything tastes the same! !

The snake spirit staggered away, turning around every step of the way.

However, Simon happily accepted 400 yuan and turned off the lights in the consulting room. The day's work was over and he was ready to go home.

Simon's home is next door to the psychological clinic. He walked through the garden in the middle of the street and came to the anti-theft iron gate at the entrance of the corridor. After entering the password, the iron gate opened reluctantly.

Simon walked into the iron gate, stepped on a few steps, and stood at the gate of his house.

His home was originally the same house as the psychological clinic, with three bedrooms and one living room, but after he planned to do private business, he reorganized the house to separate the clinic from the residence.Facing the garden in the middle of the street, the half surrounded by roses is a psychological clinic. Anyone who pushes open the wooden door can enter; in this anti-theft iron door corridor is his own residence, which belongs to Simon's own den.

Simon took out the key, inserted it into the lock, unscrewed the door of his house, and turned on the light with a habitual snap.

The incandescent lamp illuminates his den. Although part of the den has been separated, there is only one room and one living room left, and the decoration is old, but it is very tidy, and the wooden floor has been mopped clean. You can almost make out the silhouette.The light gray curtains were also meticulously taken care of. Two wild bamboos were inserted in a glass bottle on the square table in the living room. The wild bamboos had sprouted a few days ago, and the tender green leaves were particularly eye-catching.

Simon tugged at his shirt, unbuttoned two collar buttons, and fell back on his big bed.

In fact, until now, he, he has not recovered from the shock of giving the monster psychological treatment.Although he has given this snake spirit psychotherapy for almost four months.

Simon recalled the first time he saw Qingqing, that was one afternoon, a young and beautiful girl broke into his consulting room and whimpered that she was the most useless monster in the world.

monster?At that time, Simon still calmly felt that he might have encountered schizophrenia.

But then, when he saw the beautiful girl turned into a boa constrictor, Simon suspected that the person suffering from schizophrenia might be himself.

In the following time, Simon really wanted to discuss this matter with someone, but Simon didn't know who to talk to.

Ordinary psychiatrists can seek supervision when they encounter problems, but they can't do it themselves.

Imagine the schizophrenia he encountered when he was an intern in a mental hospital.

"Yesterday, a golden dragon came down to earth and insisted on marrying me. Have you seen my stomach? There is a baby dragon inside!"

"Actually, I am the king of the earth, but I am a humble person, and I am not happy to let them come to worship me, that's why the world is divided into so many countries."

"I have cultivated into an indestructible body of vajra, and those monsters are no match for me. I actually have another name—Mozun."

He didn't want to be put in a mental institution for schizophrenia.Even after he met Qingqing, he was a little skeptical—are those people really schizophrenic?Or are they just telling the truth?

A classic proposition - how can you prove that you are not sick when you are locked up in a mental hospital?

Simon sighed, this road to explore the psychology of monsters can only be explored by himself.

He silently opened his e-book again, and looked through the information on monster psychotherapy that he had collected in the past few months.

In the bookshelf of e-books, there are "Urban Monsters", "Legend of the Snake Spirit", "The Encyclopedia of Monsters After the Founding of the People's Republic of China", "I Talk about the Life of Monsters from the Perspective of a Fox Fairy"...

Being a psychiatrist is not an easy task. Not only must you be familiar with various knowledge of the profession, but you must also understand philosophy, history, literature, and culture.Now, there is one more item - still need to know... Legend of Zhiguai.

Simon looked at these books attentively, whether they were novels or first-hand information. When he was reading "The Political Marriage of the Demon King", there was a cat meowing outside the window.

The cry was a bit miserable, like the cry of a child.

Simon didn't care, it's already summer, and I don't know where the cat is springing.

He continued to watch, but the meowing became louder and worse.

Simon didn't care about reading. He glanced at the time on his phone, and before he knew it, it was eleven o'clock in the evening, and it was time to go to bed, but the cat outside was still meowing.

Simon went to take a shower, and the cat was still barking when he came out, and he didn't know if he would bark all night.

For the sake of his own sleep, Simon didn't even have time to put on his shirt, so he walked out with his upper body naked, intending to drive the damn cat away.

With a bang, Simon pushed open the anti-theft iron door of the corridor.He looked around, and it was pitch black everywhere, and there was no sign of a cat at all.

Of course, the meowing sound is gone.

Simon was about to close the door, when he put his hand on the iron handle of the anti-theft door downstairs, a weak, soft cry sounded.

"Meow~!"

Simon lowered his head, a black kitten squatting at his feet, with two shiny green eyes staring at him without blinking.

Simon squatted down, trying to touch the kitten's head with his hands. The kitten took a step back, but didn't run away. It still looked at him with pure emerald eyes without blinking, and even rushed at him. Weakly called out: "Meow~!"

Simon frowned, he didn't like cats, but who left the little milk cat here in the middle of the night?Is it the cat named - Chun just now?

The little milk cat stopped barking now, but its eyes were shining brightly in the middle of the night, just staring at Simon.

Simon also looked at the kitten. After a while, he sighed, stepped forward, grabbed the cat by the back of the neck, and lifted it up.

The cat seemed to be stupid. Its limbs were not curled up like ordinary kittens, but it was just so straight and stiff, its mouth couldn't be closed, and its eyes were fixed on the young man who picked it up.

"Look at you, take you in for one night!" Simon took the kitten home, "If no one comes to pick you up tomorrow morning, I will send you to the pet store."

The little milk cat was carried home by the young man in such a straight way, and then thrown on the sofa in the bedroom without a sound.

Simon found a bowl. He didn't have anything to eat at such a late hour. He could only get some water for it, put it in front of it, and fell asleep on his own.

He still has work tomorrow, so he needs to get enough sleep so that he can be full of energy when he is working.

Soon, Simon fell asleep, and the meowing was gone.

And outside the door, the two black shadows looked at each other in the night, talking stammeringly in a language they could only understand: "He he he... that legendary doctor... that's it... Your Excellency took it in!!!"

"Oh my god, I can't believe what I saw! Didn't Lord Mozun say that he wanted to eat this doctor as an appetizer? Why...why did he show his original shape to see this doctor and was taken in? ? What happened to him...?"

"No... I don't know... probably... the doctor's... beautiful body attracted the adults?"