Ex-boyfriends are gods

Al gave a friendly smile and held out his hand.

Warwick was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something, and looked at Mr. Doyle helplessly.

Is that what he meant?

Mr. Doyle stood behind Al, and with an encouraging smile, he gave Warwick a slight nod.

Warwick took a short breath, and after a while, his fingers first trembled, as if he was a little embarrassed, and then wiped his clothes uncomfortably.

"First... sir, do you want to shake my hand?"

"Of course, we're friends, it's a way for friends to show camaraderie, isn't it?"

Warwick licked his lips, and he took another quick look at Al, and he couldn't help thinking, Mr. Al is really good-looking.From childhood to adulthood, no one is willing to talk to or contact him, let alone such a good-looking person.

Finally, Warwick raised his hand, he quickly squeezed Al's palm, and then retracted.But in an instant, the whole face of a man of Warwick's size turned red, as if he had been boiled crab.

Mr. Doyle took a step forward and patted Al on the shoulder lightly.

Al understood right away, that's all for today.After all, Warwick has severe social panic disorder and avoidance psychology, which cannot be changed overnight.Today's initial communication with Al is already a good attempt.

Standing up, Al slowly sat down beside him.

This time, with the addition of Al, Warwick clearly relaxed a lot.

"Warwick, Ms. Emma said that you have been troubled, is it convenient to tell me?" Doyle poured him a cup of hot tea and asked slowly.

In the past, Warwick could only speak smoothly when facing Doyle.Once there was another person around, Warwick would automatically fall silent.

But today, Warwick's form is much better.After doing some psychological construction, he turned his head and looked at Al for a while, and then Warwick opened his mouth and said slowly: "I... I wanted to chat with Mullen yesterday... Last time, I gave him three pounds, he I said that we are good friends and we can talk to him. But last night... I asked him, but he ignored me. "

Probably still a little unaccustomed, Warwick stumbled a bit when speaking.And sometimes when he speaks, his voice will gradually get lower and lower.Only after Mr. Doyle gave him a few words of comfort and guidance, he was able to resume the narrative.

"Warwick, my friend doesn't mean you give him money and go and get it."

Warwick was silent, rubbing the hem of his clothes again and again.

"Of course, you did nothing wrong. But next time, don't do it like this, okay?" Doyle comforted him.

"…Oh."

"Then can you tell me, why did you want to chat with Mullen last night? What was Mullen doing at that time?"

Warwick seemed like a child who had done something wrong. He couldn't help stepping on his left foot, right foot on his left foot, and then whispered: "I... I wanted to talk to someone, so I went to him. Mullen was in Busy sausage grilling, lots of customers in the shop. Too many people, I was a little scared, so I wanted him out."

Al shook his head helplessly, seeing that Warwick was not only bad at words, but also very bad at dealing with people.If Mullen was busy at the time, he really didn't want to chat with Warwick.Not only Mullen, but anyone else would refuse.

Doyle also showed a hint of helplessness, and began to explain Warwick carefully.Anyway, it was one of the rare times Warwick took the initiative to talk to someone, and he couldn't be beaten.

Of course, in the process of unraveling, Doyle also had to explain some basic ways of life to the other party.

After more than half an hour, Warwick's mood improved a lot.

"Thank you, Mr. Doyle."

Mr. Doyle raised his hand and lightly patted Warwick on the shoulder, "You can continue to come to me if you have anything to do. It's a good thing that you want to communicate and get along with people. But Warwick, you also need to consider some other things. You can't really blame Mullen for what happened last night, can you?"

"Yes," Warwick said.

Al could see that he trusted Doyle very much.In the communication just now, Al also gave appropriate comfort.But Warwick clearly believed more in what he said than in what Doyle said.

Moreover, Warwick was very sensitive to sudden touches from others, and would even dodge abruptly.But obviously, Warwick naturally didn't show any discomfort when Doyle patted him on the shoulder just now.

After unlocking it, the big man quickly stood up a little embarrassed, "Thank you, thank you. I don't have an appointment today, so I must have disturbed you."

"No, no, I'm a psychiatrist, and that's what I'm supposed to do."

Warwick picked up the hat he had put down just now, and finally put it on habitually.Before leaving, he gave Al and Doyle a thankful smile.

Unfortunately, his size is too big.Al didn't know what to say, because of his huge size, even if Warwick's appearance wasn't ugly, he would naturally bring out that ferocious taste.

"Goodbye." Warwick said goodbye, and left with his head bowed.

Doyle took a few steps away, turned around and looked at Al, and said with a smile: "I have to thank you, you did a good job today. I really didn't see the wrong person, you really are a kind and gentle gentleman."

"Can I stay free of charge?"

Doyle laughed out loud, "No, I rely on this for a living. But as a thank you, I can treat you to dinner."

Al didn't refuse, he felt that Mr. Doyle was a good friend, the kind of acquaintance of gentlemen.

Al looked at the time, he made an appointment for two hours, and there are still twenty minutes left.Al was fine, and he wasn't in a hurry to leave, so he chatted casually, "How did Warwick get here? He doesn't seem like someone who would take the initiative to find a psychiatrist."

Doyle lowered his head slightly, and there was a gleam of light in his smoky pupils.

"Actually, when I was in Switzerland, I was doing a psychological research on the impact of extreme psychological problems on physical behavior. After I came to Wudu, I began to select patients.

Finally, with the help of the community, I found three people: Warwick, Rosser, and Banalon.Rosser has severe 'body dysmorphic disorder'. He always feels that there are countless bugs hidden under his skin. They move and slide under his skin, and one day they will eat up all his internal organs.

His strong thoughts reflected his physiology, which strangely caused his body to lose weight rapidly, and even had symptoms such as blood in the stool.However, after investigation, it was learned that when he was young, he was once physically harassed by a sanctimonious priest under the guise of 'exorcism'.This matter has always troubled him, until one day, due to excessive pressure, it completely caused his psychological barrier.

Bana Lun suffers from a very serious depression syndrome, which once reached the point of committing suicide.Everyone doesn't understand her, thinking that she is living a happy life now, and they don't know why this is the case.Of course, we also found out after detailed investigation that although her husband was very kind to her, he was a meat eater.

Bana Lun is a vegetarian. She loves her husband very much and doesn't want to leave him, but feels that their lives run counter to each other.The two concepts kept tearing her apart, and eventually she suffered from depression. "

"So they?" Al couldn't help asking.

Regardless of past life or present life, he has never understood the profession of psychiatrists.

Of course, in every industry, there will be all kinds of people or things.Sometimes, things happen that seem ridiculous and unbelievable, but they happen.

"Rother and Banalun have both recovered, but Warwick and I are in trouble. Speaking of which, Rosser and Banalun themselves really wanted to seek help. Warwick rejected me at first, and I After persuasion for a long time, he agreed to my treatment, and then he gradually became familiar with it."

"You are such a kind person." Al praised.

Doyle laughed, "I'm just doing it for the experiment, I can't really say it's kind."

Al stopped talking. It doesn't matter how the process is, as long as the result is good.At least, Rosser and Banalun are living a normal life.With the chat, half an hour gradually passed.Because Doyle still has guests who made appointments, Al also said goodbye and left.

Morrie waited in the lobby for another two hours, with the words of impatience bluntly written on his face.

Seriously, Morrie wouldn't be bored if he was with Al and had nothing to do.But Al wasn't in front of him, and Morrie became more and more tired, so tired that he felt bored even when he was in a daze, which made him feel irritable unconsciously.

When he heard the footsteps, Morrie was about to show a hint of happiness, and then he saw Doyle appearing with Al.

The two of them chatted very happily.

"We should go." Morrie took a few steps forward, he raised his hand, and pressed one hand slightly on Al's shoulder.

At this time, his tone was natural, and of course it would not attract Al's attention.But Morrie looked at Doyle in a different way, with an obvious warning.

Mr. Doyle always had a gentle smile on his face, and his voice was magnetic and uniquely sexy, "Mr. Al, see you next time."

"See you next time."

Morrie frowned.

When leaving the clinic, Morrie subconsciously looked back at Doyle.Doyle was watching Al leave, his figure stood straight at the entrance of the corridor, half of his body was vaguely covered in the shadow, and his body became more and more determined against the background.

"Al, next time, don't get in touch with that damn psychiatrist. I think it's good to change another one, and I can arrange a better one for you." Morrie followed Al and suggested.

Al gave him a strange look, "No, besides, can I know why you don't like Mr. Doyle?"

"He's not simple." Morrie said solemnly with a serious expression.

"How did you get it?"

Morrie was silent for a while, then suddenly pulled a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, "Okay, okay, I think he has malicious intentions, he is interested in you. Like me, he wants to chase you, I have to kill my love rival In the cradle."

Al rolled his eyes, "Thinking too much, not everyone in the world is gay."

As soon as the words fell, Al took a deep breath.He found a problem, that is, after getting along with Morrie for a long time, he seems to roll his eyes more and more, which is not good.

Seeing that Al disagreed, Morrie still stalked and made jokes all the way, trying to make Al let go, but all failed.But this time, before going back, Al and Morrie made a detour to buy some food.

He doesn't have much to eat there.

In the end, when Al and Morrie arrived home with a lot of cheese, beef, vegetables, bread, seasonings and other food, there were actually two people walking back and forth at his door, as if they were looking for him.

Al's expression was serious, and he suddenly put a pile of food in his arms into Mo Li's arms, and then quickly walked over, "Hello, are you here to find me?"

The two men, a man and a woman, were both about 40 to [-] years old.The woman was wearing a green heavy skirt with the corners of the skirt covering her insteps, and a brown windbreaker over it.The man, on the other hand, is a little fatter, with a slightly bigger belly, leather shoes on his feet, trousers, a black collar sweater, and a windbreaker.

Judging from their dressing style, they should come from middle-class families.

In addition, these two people were very close to each other just now, so they must be familiar with each other, either they are relatives or husband and wife.

When Al stretched out his hand, the man was a little surprised at first, but he politely stepped forward to shake his hand, and then said, "Excuse me... this is Clive Detective Agency? Are you?"

"Of course, this is Clive's office, and there is a plaque hanging at the door. As for me, I'm staying here temporarily." Al laughed.

The man frowned, and he looked at the woman involuntarily, with hesitation and obvious disappointment in his eyes.

"Maybe you could come in, sir, ma'am."

The lady stepped forward and said, "Sir, is there anyone else in Clive's office?"

Al touched his nose. Obviously, maybe he was too young, and they naturally didn't trust him.

When Al was a little embarrassed, Morrie walked over crookedly with a large pile of food that had obscured his sight, "Hurry up, let me in, there are too many, and they are about to fall."

Al quickly responded, opened the fence, and opened the door.

Hearing the movement, Morrie entered the door with a bunch of things as fast as he could.Then he walked to the kitchen consciously, unloaded a pile of food, and started tidying up the kitchen.

Al still invited the two people in at the door, the main reason was that they were polite and embarrassed to refuse the friendly invitation.

Of course, there is also Al who has not clearly answered whether he is the only one in Clive's office.In their hearts, they still had a little bit of hope.

After entering, Al made them two cups of instant coffee.

However, they are obviously different from Monta, and they are not interested in this kind of instant coffee with a general taste.But out of politeness, they accepted it enthusiastically and thanked them politely.

"Let me introduce, my name is Al Clive. Clive Detective Agency was previously run by my father Jeffrey Clive, but he was away on business some time ago, and I will take over for the time being."

The man hesitated, "Mr. Al, when will Mr. Jeffrey be back?"

"I don't know about that, but it may take some time. Sir, I know you may not trust me, but you have come here, maybe you can tell me about the troubles you encountered." Al sat on the sofa His body was straight, and his hands were slightly crossed on his legs, gradually giving the other party a sense of stability.

"Oh." The man sighed, as if he was helpless, "Sir, let me introduce you. My name is Graeme Smith, and this is my wife's name is Lily Oliver Smith."

Al nodded, indicating that he understood.

This world is actually different from the Western world that Al knew in his previous life, and he already knew that.Here, the self-proclaimed family has a long-standing aristocratic blood, and after a lady marries into such a family, she will add her husband's surname to her own surname.

Of course, with the disappearance of nobles, most women are no longer willing to do this.

"Hello you two."

After Al greeted him, Graeme said with a sad expression: "Half a month ago, Lily and I's only child disappeared. At first we didn't pay much attention to it, because he left us a letter saying that he was physically ill. In order to recover, he had missed a lot of things and planned to make up for himself, so he wanted to go on a trip for a few days.

Of course we have no objection, so no bad thoughts have arisen.But now, I really regret it.Who knows that after he left, there has been no news until now.

Rosser is not such a child, he is obedient and sensible.He only said that he would go for a few days and would not disappear for such a long time as more than ten days, and he would not give us any news.

After we found out that something was wrong, we quickly went to the police department to report the case.But so far, we still haven't got any news.We also inquired about it, similar to leaving information to travel, and then disappearing, the police department has recently received three more cases.

But they are too incompetent, and there is no progress yet.In this case, we cannot completely trust the Police Department, and we can only seek other ways of rescue by ourselves. "

"Wait a minute." Al frowned, "What's your child's name?"

"Rother Smith." Lily said quickly.

Al always felt that the name was a bit familiar, and the next moment, Al seemed to think of something, and he hurriedly asked: "Did Rosser originally have 'body dysmorphic disorder'? He suspected that there were bugs under his skin, and went to a company called The clinic of the cross?"

"How do you know!?" Graeme's voice was a little louder, while looking at Al warily.

"Don't be nervous, I think you should know Mr. Doyle, I am friends with him, you can ask him."

Hearing Al say Mr. Doyle's name accurately, Graeme's vigilance gradually disappeared, and a bit of suppressed pain appeared on his face again.

"We are very sorry for Roser. We didn't know that he had been suffering from mental illness. When they found out, it turned out that he was already so serious. Finally he was cured, but he suffered another accident."

Ms. Lily's eyes were already red, and she seemed to be about to shed tears.

"Mr. Graeme, please don't be so pessimistic. I know what you are thinking, but so far, although there have been four similar cases. But so far, the Police Department has not found any corpses anywhere. There is no news, but It's the best news, too, isn't it?"

"Thank you." Lily turned her head, her upbringing did not allow her to cry freely.

Al said thoughtfully, "That's the bathroom over there."

Lily got up, nodded gratefully, and quickly walked towards the bathroom.

After Lily left, Al asked strangely: "Mr. Graeme, may I take the liberty to ask, how did you find Clive's office?"

Al didn't think his firm was famous, and he didn't have the spare money to advertise in newspapers.Al guessed that, like Robertson, he got his fame from the old man.

really.

After hearing Al's question, Graeme said slowly: "I was introduced by a friend, he once bought a very expensive house at a low price, only to find out later that it was a haunted house.

He and his wife had planned to move out of the house, but the four-year-old child suddenly disappeared in the house.They were exhausted, and even found the police department, but there was nothing they could do.

In the end, it is said that a detective from Clive & Associates helped them recover the child and solve the problem of the haunted house.After our misfortune this time, they heard the news and recommended us to come here, and Lily and I found the firm. "

"So it is."

When Al communicated with Graham and his wife, Morrie didn't care about the presence of unexpected people.He was just naturally wearing an apron, whistling and busy in the kitchen skillfully.

This caused Lily to glance at the kitchen unconsciously when she came out of the bathroom.

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The second update~what a~