Dangerous Personality

Chi Qing has seen many psychiatrists, but this is the first one who starts to do things.

The black glove was held in the man's hand. It was obviously a very simple movement, and it really had no other meaning, but it was not serious when he did it.

The man: "Don't move around, I won't eat you, why be nervous."

Chi Qing: "Go away."

The man: "When will your cleanliness be cured if you continue like this? When you come to the clinic for treatment, you must first correct your attitude and bear with it."

Chi Qing: "..."

The gloves were taken off by the other party to the knuckles of the fingers. These hands had not seen much sunlight, showing an almost sickly white color. The knuckles were very thin, which made the man take a second look.

Chi Qing silently said "murder violates the law", endured the discomfort, and raised his eyes to look at him.

The half-length hair on his forehead covered his eyes, and his pupils were bottomless black. The weather today was actually very good, but the sunlight outside the window shone on him, but it couldn't dispel the sense of decadence like continuous rain. The light seems to have dimmed a few degrees.

The person on the opposite side felt his gaze, and it took two seconds to realize that he was waiting for his feedback.

The man grabbed his hand and looked at it carefully and said, "Hmm... your hands are beautiful."

Chi Qing's eyes twitched.

This was far from the feedback he had imagined.

The man continued: "Very white, there is a light brown mole on the second joint of your ring finger."

"..."

"Fingers are quite thin, and their circumference should not exceed 56. Has anyone ever told you that your fingers are very long?"

Talk shit.

This is a fucking psycho.

"No," Chi Qing's knuckles were still tense, "after all, there are only a few neuropathy in this world."

The man didn't mind, and even smiled when he heard this: "Are you angry?"

"If you can't see it," Chi Qing said, wiggling his knuckles, "I can be more obvious."

However, the knuckles just moved a little before they were pressed back. The tone of the speech was obviously normal, but it sounded like coaxing: "Okay, don't be angry, I let go."

That person seemed to be very good at testing other people's psychological defenses, stepping on Chi Qing's bottom line, and Shi Shiran let go of his hand at the last moment.

"It's been 5 minutes since you entered the door, and you finally have some expression on your face." Then he stretched out two fingers and pointed to the left, as if he knew what he was going to do: "Go out of the bathroom and turn left, go to the end that is."

Chi Qing washed his hands twice.

He turned on the water switch, and the sound of water flowing in his ears stopped. Chi Qing thought, that person really doesn't look like a doctor.

That shirt, a character that doesn't fit the bill, and a way of playing cards that don't follow common sense.

The idea of ​​doubt in his heart never stopped, and several clues pointed to the past, but they were all blocked by the man's overly natural attitude and his performance of understanding psychology.

After a few minutes, the two returned to face each other again.

"When did your symptoms start?"

"Ten years ago."

"Did anything special happen ten years ago? Of course, it's okay if it's not convenient to say."

Chi Qing didn't hesitate: "It's not convenient."

"..."

The man rested his fingers on the paper, his eyes were raised slightly, and when he looked at the other person, his eyes were inexplicably affectionate, as if conniving at the other person's bad temper: "Okay, don't say it if you don't want to say it."

He didn't continue to stick to this topic, but instead asked: "Suggest me to play some music?"

A soothing piano piece flows slowly in the consulting room.

Room diffuser gives off a light fragrance.

"Psychology generally believes that music can relieve emotions. Music is another language that can make people feel the peace of mind." The man tapped his finger on the table a few times, "Close your eyes try."

Chi Qing wants to say that he actually has no feeling for music.

This kind of trick was tried by an instructor when he was in the film academy class.

In front of Chi Qing's eyes, there seemed to be an image of the acting tutor who tried hard to persuade him to change his major: "We don't want to delay you, you are really not suitable for acting, let you play a scene where you and your father haven't seen each other for many years, where are you going?" The first stop seemed to come to seek revenge. Several of our teachers have discussed it, but we don’t know how to teach you...As the saying goes, the sky is high, so why are you obsessed with our small acting department?"

Just as Chi Qing was about to close his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a half-cornered photo frame protruding from the desk out of the corner of his eye.

It was a photo of a little girl blowing out cake candles, and the shooting date shown in the lower right corner of the photo was the 25th of last year.

He glanced at the photo, and then glanced at the other furnishings on the table. A box of goji berries that had just been opened was placed on the corner of the table, and none of the table decorations were valuables.The calendar is standing next to the computer, and a circle is drawn on the 25th of this year with a pen.

Chi Qing rubbed her fingertips on the black gloves, and asked calmly: "I have a question, when is the next consultation time?"

The other person didn't care much and said: "It's fine, it mainly depends on when you have time."

"No. 25." Chi Qing said.

"I'm only free on the 25th," he repeated.

The person opposite still had time to care about him: "It seems that you are usually busy with work."

He had no reaction to the date of the 25th.

Chi Qing looked at him, had an answer in his heart, and was about to say, "You are not a doctor here."

Before the words were spoken, the door of the consultation room was gently pushed open.

A man wearing a white sweater and holding a thermos cup stood at the door. The man had a badge on his chest. Chi Qing glanced at the words on the badge—"Jiakang Psychological Clinic, Wu Doctor Jingyu".

The real Dr. Wu is the same as the rumors. The hot mist rising from the thermos makes him look softer at the moment. Even though the situation in the consultation room puzzles him, he still speaks softly. "Excuse me, what are you...doing?"

He just left for a while, went to the bathroom, soaked a wolfberry and got a cup of hot water by the way.

When I came back, I couldn't quite understand the situation in my office.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Wu," the front desk heard the movement, hurried over to check, and kept apologizing, "I made a mistake. I thought you had finished consulting with Mr. Xie before letting Mr. Chi in."

Dare to feel that this is the last consultant "Mr. Xie" who made the front desk happy.

It was very quiet in the consultation room.

Dr. Wu is a typical southerner with a local accent. He asked slowly, "Mr. Xie, I just said I was leaving, but you said it was all right and you sat and read for a while, why did you..."

How did it develop into this.

The surname Xie touched the cover of the "Personality Psychology" with his fingers, and explained: "I am reading a book, and the chair over there is uncomfortable, so I borrowed your chair for a while. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

Yes.

Covering your face with a book counts as reading.

And the sitting posture is quite arrogant.

Chi Qing suspected that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today. He guessed that this person was not a doctor here, but he never thought that this person also came to see a doctor: "You are sick, and you still see a doctor for others?"

"You may have misunderstood." The surname Xie seemed to have no such meaning, "I didn't say I was a doctor."

"Then you talk so much nonsense."

The brow bone surnamed Xie moved slightly: "You suddenly opened the door and came in. I have to be polite when Dr. Wu is not here. I thought we were having a friendly exchange."

"..."

God damn friendly communication.

This oolong was dealt with very quickly. Specifically, Xie himself dealt with himself. He first said "Sorry, I offended, I didn't make it clear", and incidentally reassured the front desk that it was not her problem. Dr. Wu passed a mint candy in his hand, "Dr. Wu, I heard your voice was a little hoarse just now, pay attention to your throat", and even kindly helped close the door.

Dr. Wu was embarrassed on the spot for a while: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chi, can you give me a few minutes, I'll prepare, our consultation will start soon."

To be honest, he didn't really want to stay in this clinic anymore.

Chi Qing took off his gloves while sitting by the side and waited, and turned on his phone to check the time.

As a result, when I turned on the phone, the first thing I saw was not the time, but a series of messages from Ji Mingrui.

Ji Mingrui was on duty today, always thinking about Chi Qing saying that he was going to the hospital, so he couldn't help expressing his opinion.

- have you seen the doctor

-what did the doctor say?

- After I went back yesterday, I thought about it again. I think you are a clean freak, which is hard to cure.

The following series of words are relatively long.

- do you remember when we first metI didn't see what your hands looked like in the whole year of the first year of high school. At that time, our class thought that you might have some hidden disease, such as missing a finger or something.

Chi Qing replied: You have a fucking hidden disease.

After a while, he returned a few words.

- Encountered a psychopath.

The real consultation process was smooth, and the genuine Dr. Wu was indeed "like a spring breeze".

Before the consultation began, Dr. Wu put down the thermos cup and opened the file again.

There was another file stacked on top of Chi Qing's file. He had no intention of prying into other people's files, but it was hard to ignore this page of files—it was a completely blank file.

The psychiatrist will write down the diagnosis and evaluation through each interview with the counselor.

However, there is not a single sentence in this piece of archive paper, the whole paper is empty, without any trace of handwriting, only two words are filled in the first name column: Xie Lin.

In the hallway outside the office.

Xie Lin went out with the receptionist, and after the receptionist returned to work, he sighed again and again: "What's wrong with a person like Mr. Xie?"

"I heard Dr. Wu call last time," another said in a low voice, "He said that he had never encountered such a situation in his practice for nearly ten years, and he couldn't see anything. Come once a week."

The person at the center of the topic is sitting on the sofa in the reception area and waiting for the bus.

The cat lying next to it happened to wake up, sticking out its tongue and licking its paws sleepily.

Xie Lin glanced at it, and reached out to touch the top of its head.

The man sitting there, looking at the smiling man, belonged to the type that people are easy to like, but the cat seemed to have been electrified all over his body.Xie Linshou still paused in mid-air, the cat's hair exploded instantly, and ran away in a hurry.

The consultation lasted for an hour in total, and they were all commonplace words, which were just repeated from one psychiatrist to another.

Dr. Wu didn't know whether his consultation had any effect this time. The gentleman surnamed Chi sat across from him the whole time, with no expression on his face.

"It's time for consultation," Dr. Wu got up habitually, and shook hands with the customer to say goodbye. "I hope this consultation can be helpful to you. I have great confidence in you, and I hope you can also have full confidence in yourself."

Chi Qing was about to call a car on his mobile phone, and just took off one of the gloves.

So he clearly heard this doctor Wu sighing in his heart: [Hey, I'm actually not that confident...but it's always right to encourage and encourage. 】

After Dr. Wu finished speaking, he found that Mr. Chi's face had finally changed a little.

Dr. Wu: "What's the matter, is there any question?"

Chi Qing slowly pulled out his hand: "It's nothing, I need to wash my hands."

Dr. Wu: "..."

Dr. Wu quickly thought of another thing: "I heard that your next consultation would like to make an appointment on the 25th of this month, that, I'm sorry, I—"

"I know," Chi Qing pushed open the door and walked out, "The 25th is your daughter's birthday, and you don't have time."

Dr. Wu was dumbfounded: "—how do you know?"

Chi Qing didn't have the patience to answer his doubts: "I will make an appointment another day, and I will inform you of the specific time."

It was noon when Chi Qing went out, and most of the rainwater remaining on the road had evaporated.

Ji Mingrui is still waiting for his reply at the other end of the network.

- what neurosis

-Brother, did you go to the psychiatrist for cleanliness?

- so what did the doctor say

Chi Qing got in the car, looked at the chat box, and remembered Dr. Wu's words, and the distorted voice kept buzzing in his ears.Amidst the buzzing sound, he suddenly took off his gloves and glanced at his hands.

On the second joint of the ring finger of his right hand, there is indeed a mole that he has never found himself.The mole was so small that it would have been hard to notice if it weren't for the pallor of the complexion.

——"Your hands are beautiful."

— “Has anyone ever told you that your fingers are long?”

"..."

Chi Qing stared at the light brown mole, trying to recall what else he had heard when the man surnamed Xie grabbed his hand just now besides the unnutritious nonsense that came out of his mouth.

The scenery outside the car window slowly reversed.

It took Chi Qing a while to realize that the psychopath touched his hand just now, but he didn't read anything.