[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Knowing that Laura is the missing "cousin" she mentioned, Janna can no longer look directly at the blonde beauty who grows flowers.

On the first day she came to Baker Street, she told this unknown "cousin" that her good cousin was missing. What kind of experience was this?

And Laura was sitting across from Janna at the moment, stuffing a sandwich into her mouth.As if nothing had happened, continue to be her considerate landlord.

"Heather, I heard that your matter has been settled, and you are about to move out?"

"Moving is too tiring. Anyway, the lease has not expired for a month, and I plan to live for a while."

At this moment, the wall-mounted TV in the dining room is broadcasting the political scandal of Senator Shane Kai, and it is the famous lady mentioned in the morning news a few days ago that exposed all this.But who is behind her, of course Janna wants to know.

Janna recalled that day, the midnight noise she mentioned to the landlord, and the channel she suddenly changed.As an agent with max camouflage ability, Lola is the pacesetter.

Janna switched to a lighter program and asked Laura, "What do you do every day, Miss Laura?"

The blond beauty raised her head, raised her fingers and explained earnestly: "While watering flowers, watch 221B, while selling flowers, watch 221B, while walking the dog, watch Sherlock, while shopping for vegetables, watch Sherlock..." After finishing speaking After nodding to make sure nothing was missing, he got up to pack the dinner plate as usual, as if he had just mentioned the ordinary daily life of a flower shop owner.

Janna: "..." Steady daily life, poor little Sherlock Holmes.

After breakfast, Janna got a call.This mobile phone was given to her before the mission, and no one else knew the number.

"Boss?"

Mycroft's lazy voice came from the other end. He seemed to have just woken up not long ago, "According to the agreement, I will take care of your affairs for you. I also made an appointment for today's psychological consultation for you. I will let you know the specific address. Someone sent it to your mailbox."

Psychological diagnosis and treatment?

It was only then that Janna remembered that there was such a thing.

Mycroft had promised to find an experienced therapist for her, who should have been suffering from depression.

"You are really caring for my Boss." Janna dragged out a long tone hypocritically.

She didn't notice that Laura, who was handling the remaining ingredients, had her hands stagnant.

And the tone on the other end of the phone was even louder: "That's natural, I'm still waiting for you to continue to work for the British government after you recover."

Jana smiled softly, "That's a pity, for a serious illness like mine, it may take a little longer to recover. See you in a year, caring Boss."

Regardless of whether the other party has something to say, anyway, Jana wants to take the initiative this time and hang up the phone first.

However, she took the initiative for tens of seconds and received a text message: [It is not up to you whether your health will recover, but I think that you will be healed soon when you are so energetic.See you later. - Mycroft. ]

On the other end, Mycroft, who was picking up the red low-yellow spotted tie ugly by Janna, received the reply: [see you next year. ——a patient with severe depression].

He laughed in a very low voice. After putting the phone back into his pocket, his gaze stayed on the red dotted tie for a few seconds, then he put it back to the original place and changed to another one.

Mycroft's people were efficient, and Janna got the mail in no time.

The psychiatric consultation was scheduled for the afternoon. On the way there, Jana did enough homework and recorded all the symptoms of depression and some self-reports on the blog in her head.

She wants to be a competent patient with severe depression as much as possible in front of the doctor.

The psychiatrist's address is not too far from Baker Street, in a residential area on the outskirts of the city.

A two-story bungalow with a small attic, the garage is half open, and a silver and black Aston Martin is parked.

Janna knocked on the door after feeling deeply moved by the owner's wealth.

"Is Dr. Theo here? I have an appointment for a psychological consultation at two o'clock this afternoon."

Janna's "good afternoon" froze on her lips as the frosted-glass door opened.

Several familiar "people" in the world appeared at the door of her room in casual attire.

Janna's mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, and in the half-smile expression of the man in front of her, she choked out the first sentence:

"Doctor Osiris? Why are you?"

She should have been more surprised, but it was obvious that there were too many elements of shock, and she couldn't help it.

"Miss Janna Heather?" He opened the door a little, beckoned her to go in, and joked, "It seems that there are still many coincidences in this world."

Although the person who helped her make an appointment was someone from McCoff's side, but the identity and condition information belonged to her.

Is it really a coincidence?

Janna remained standing at the door, unmoving.

"Is there any problem?" Osiris' voice has always deviated from Janna's imagination of death, neither hoarse nor deep.At this moment, he was really like her psychiatrist, asking her with concern.

"No... I'm still a little surprised that it's you, the doctor." From outside the door to inside the door, Jana's step was very heavy, like going from the human world to hell.

When the door closed behind her, Janna couldn't help but glance at the doorknob a few more times.

"Didn't I make an appointment with Dr. Theo?" Janna followed behind Osiris, looking around the room.

White walls, simple layout, all the necessary appliances, abnormal... normal.

"Yes, I am Dr. Theo." He replied to Janna in a normal tone, "That's my other name."

Janna: "..." Another name that is like a god.

When passing by the kitchen, Janna couldn't help but glance at the big refrigerator.

Can't help wondering, where is the real Dr. Theo?

The psychophysiotherapy room of Doctor "Theo" is located on the first floor, with two huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the courtyard is outside the window, and the lighting in the room is very pleasant.

There is a white round table in the room, and two sofa chairs facing each other, wooden floor and off-white carpet.

It's all too real and normal.

But as long as Osiris is here, the more normal, the more wrong.

"Sit down first." Osiris asked after gesturing to the sofa chair facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, "What would you like to drink?"

With a flash of the huge double-door refrigerator in mind, Janna replied, "I want something warm."

After Osiris left the room, Janna wiped the sweat from her palms with her clothes on.

If he must be a psychiatrist, she will cooperate as a depressed patient who still has amnesia.

Compared with depression, just adding amnesia, it won't be particularly difficult... right?

After she calmed down a little bit, she found that on the round table in front of her, there was a black hard copy with no words on the cover.

When Jana straightened up and was about to reach for it, a hand passed her eyes, picked up the black hard copy, and put a cup of tea in a white porcelain cup in its original place.

Janna naturally smiled and thanked the person who came back, took the cup of tea and gave it a symbolic touch to her mouth, then put it back where it was.

And doctor "Theo" sat across from her at the moment, opened the notebook and scanned it for a while, then closed it, and put it on the handle of the sofa beside him.

"I'm Dr. Siri Theo, just like the confirmation letter you received, but you can also call me Osiris." He crossed his fingers on his knees, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Because it's psychotherapy, You have to trust your psychiatrist wholeheartedly so that I can relieve you of your symptoms. Start by introducing yourself?"

Janna was silent.

"The friend who helped you make an appointment actually wants me to identify the severity of your current illness. I can only help you if you tell me your condition honestly." Osiris smiled at Janna's silence, and then asked, " How is your life recently?"

When it came to "identifying the severity", the woman's silent expression seemed to be awakened, and she seemed to have returned to the pitiful state on the bench by the Thames.

"I don't know, my life is terrible recently... Actually, I have solved the things I told you last time, but I still can't be happy. Every night, I am obviously tired, but I am still very clear-headed, my mind It's a mess..."

"What are you thinking?" Osiris asked timely.

She lowered her eyes and looked depressed, "Thinking about everything, such as 'Why am I living in this world', 'Living is so tiring', 'I have too much work to do, no time to go out with friends', and...' Will I be free after I die'..." She sniffed, raised her head and said, "Mr. Osiris, am I hopeless."

Janna had done enough acting, but the "psychotherapist" was unusually calm.

"Anything else?"

"Others?" Janna nodded, recalling the cases she read online, "Actually, if it wasn't for the last time you said you knew me, I wouldn't even talk and communicate with anyone, including my colleagues and the landlord. .I think many things are boring, watching TV is boring, reading books is boring, but I really want to...die when I'm alone."

Want to die?

After the pretentious pity on the face of the "psychophysiotherapist" flashed past, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and asked, "By the way, Miss Heather, how is your amnesia?"

"No." Janna, who had been prepared for a long time, answered quickly, "I still can't remember many things. Could this be related to my depression?"

The man sitting across from him didn't answer the question, and continued to ask, "Then, have you had unreal images or hallucinations recently?"

Janna looked up.

Hallucinations are indeed a possible symptom of severe depression, but why does she always feel that he is implying something.

The man was still leaning on the sofa chair, looking at her with his usual expression.

"This... I don't know." Janna rubbed her hands anxiously, imitating the cases on the Internet, "I did see some strange things, but I don't know if it's my delusion."

"Tell me."

Janna took a deep breath and said, "Like the day before yesterday, I saw a man dressed terribly outside my window. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I believe he must be very scary."

She picked up the cup of tea again, touched it with her lips, and quietly observed Osiris' expression.

What she said was the day when Mycroft's special car exploded.

The "psychological therapist" in front of him changed his sitting position, showing confusion: "Since you have seen such a terrifying thing, why do you, who are not interested in anything and want to commit suicide from time to time, choose not to close the window and hide, but rush to How about going outside to warn the person in that car?"

"I..." Janna only uttered one word, and she was stunned.

She raised her gaze a little bit, and met his gaze, with a stiff smile on Janna's face, "Were you there at that time, sir?"

But I heard the person in front of me saying every word: "The acting game can be over, Janna."

After his words fell, the woman who was sitting on the sofa with a mournful face stood up quickly from the sofa, and then a cup of hot tea was poured on him.

Then he watched her, who claimed to be suffering from severe depression, open the floor-to-ceiling glass door next to the yard as quickly as possible, rush into the yard, and climb out through the wooden fence door.