[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

Linda Martin is well aware that as a psychologist, she is not a big name in Los Angeles, and even compared with other "authorities" who frequently write books, she is just a passerby.

But Linda still treats this job conscientiously. She listens to the voice of every patient and helps them sort out their chaotic emotions, find the emotional support, so that they can return to normal life.Linda's seriousness is seen in the eyes of the patients, and the patients will also refer their relatives and friends who need help to come to Linda for help-this is a very normal thing.

Linda never thought that there would be a real Lucifer among this group of patients.From that day on, Linda knew that her simple and unpretentious psychiatrist career was over.

Her daily routine now is to stop Lucifer's demon follower Maizi from slashing all those who don't like him with a knife at every turn, and to give him a warm pat on the tree hole of Lucifer's angel brother Amenadiel, or It was an awkward yet polite smile under the contemptuous and disgusting eyes of Lucifer's goddess mother.

Or, as it is now, being blocked in her own consulting room by Lucifer's (suspected) enemy, with no way out.

"Well, I guess your names are probably not 'San' and 'Dim' either."

Linda seems to be as stable as an old dog on the surface, but in fact she is a bunch of desperate people.

When these two people wearing peaked caps and their faces completely covered by sunglasses and masks entered the clinic, Linda still felt that something was wrong—don't forget that Los Angeles is where Hollywood is, and seeing a psychiatrist is a must. It's not the first time she has come into contact with people who are like thieves.

It wasn't until these two people began to ask her about the "underground deal" with Lucifer that Linda realized something was wrong.

"And I guess your job is probably not just a 'psychiatrist', right?" The taller of the two, who called himself Saen, spoke with irony that almost flooded the entire clinic. Linda still This is the first time I heard someone pronounce the profession of "psychiatrist" as an insulting term, "Tell me, what are you and Lucifer doing here behind closed doors, huh? You sold your soul for ...I don't know, money? Rights?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, sir." Linda stiffened her neck and tried to pretend to be stupid to the end. Whether she was a doctor or a friend, she would never reveal Lucifer's secret.

"Your doctor-patient relationship with Lucifer arose when a former patient of yours was shot dead in the street - coincidentally, she was standing with Lucifer at the time, but one was shot and the other was left unscathed ..." The thinnest of the two spoke, summarizing the process of Linda and Lucifer's acquaintance, and Linda's life experience in this life, even she used to work as a part-time job to earn medical school tuition｜ The lady on the love call didn't let go.

Linda could no longer pretend to be calm, she slammed the armrest of the chair and stood up, puffed out her chest and asked sternly: "You are invading|invading privacy! This is the end, if you don't leave I'm going to call the police!"

As if to show that she was serious, Linda held her phone up in front of her, and with one movement she could speed-dial 911.

"I'm serious!" Linda's eyes widened, and she waved her mobile phone like anti-wolf spray, making the two "gangsters" on the opposite side not know how to guide this scene that completely deviated from the script.

***

It shouldn't be like this!

Jason thought hard about which link went wrong.

After careful investigation of the people around Lucifer, there are only a few people who are suspicious and associated with Lucifer—his longest-term follower, a woman with a fierce face, Detective Deckard of LAPD, Psycho Physician Linda, brother who claims to be Lucifer, a black brother who always looks very melancholy, and Charlotte, a well-known married barrister.

It's a very strange bunch of combinations.

It's strange enough that a bar owner in Lucifer and a police detective become partners in solving crimes, let alone the assistant and the black brother who can't find out his history at all. Lucifer's penthouse doesn't know why either.

The relatively normal person here is Linda, a psychologist. Tim checked her past to the bottom, even found out the award-winning composition written in elementary school, and there was nothing suspicious at all.

"That's the most suspicious thing!" Jason pointed to Linda's clean file, as if he saw the most scheming villain in the world, "A psychiatrist who has a relationship with Satan has such an innocent background Well, it's not innocent at all! She's a psychiatrist, Tim! A psychiatrist!"

"Although the profession of a psychiatrist is very suspicious, but..." Tim didn't think it was that serious about what Jason repeatedly emphasized. What he cared about was another point, "Look, according to the records here, Lucifer was The referrer of the patient introduced has passed away, but the same day that the other party passed away happened to be the first meeting between Lucifer and Officer Deck, so it would be too amazing to say it is a coincidence.”

Based on the above doubts, the brave Gotham teenagers chose the seemingly most normal psychiatrist as the first step.

Then...they made an appointment under a pseudonym and came to this very homely and simple consulting room after disguised. They faced Dr. Linda, who was very serious and professional, and panicked like ordinary people at this moment.

"For God's sake, stop pretending!" Jason crossed his arms impatiently, "You're a psychiatrist, we haven't done it yet, it's too exaggerated to act like this!"

"Playing... exaggerated..." Linda repeated what Jason said in a low voice, and finally looked at the two of them, not as if they were looking at a villain who was persecuting a good woman in a dark alley, but two psychopaths, "You guys Is there a little... misunderstanding about the profession of a psychologist?"

"There is no misunderstanding. I know all too well what psychiatrists do. They let criminals stay in mental hospitals instead of jail." Jason said with a cold snort, "Or drive normal people crazy."

Tim went on to recount all kinds of evil deeds of psychiatrists: "They will also take advantage of the relatively isolated nature of mental hospitals, use patients to conduct illegal experiments, or cooperate with criminals they send to mental hospitals to seek illegitimate interests."

Linda numbly stretched out her hand to brush away the messy hair on her face, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, pursed her lips and said calmly: "I'm quite sure that what you two just mentioned...is not normal. Scope of practice of a psychiatrist."

Is that so?

The brave Gotham teenagers think back to those years when they beat up psychiatrists together, such as Harley Quinn, Hugo Strange, and Jeremiah Arkham.

"I still think you're quibbling." Jason came to a conclusion.

"Satan's psychiatrist is not a 'normal psychiatrist'." Tim dutifully helped make up for the idol by his side.

"Mr. Chenxing's name is Lucifer. It's his parents' bad taste. As outsiders, we have no room to point fingers, but it doesn't mean he is Satan." Linda taught patiently, not like a doctor but more Like a kindergarten principal, "It's not good to be hostile to a person because of their name."

Jason's expression was hidden by the mask and sunglasses, but Linda could still hear a strong sense of sarcasm from the other's body movements and tone of voice: "Do you believe this?"

"I, I don't believe it!" Linda cleared her throat, showing the momentum of "I'm not afraid of evil and heretics because of her integrity", but she didn't answer Jason's question directly, "Anyway, if you are here to inquire The privacy of the patient, please leave immediately, if you continue to make unreasonable troubles, I will really call the police! I can warn you, I have a friend in the police station, she is very serious, you will not want to provoke her. "

At this point, Jason and Tim did not continue to threaten the poor doctor, but acted reluctantly, making Linda move out of the police and pretend to call, as if they were afraid of her He left the consulting room in despair.

***

It wasn't until they left the block where Dr. Linda's clinic was located that Jason and Tim slowly removed their disguises, one at a time, and threw them into separate trash cans until they and the others When they walked into the subway station together, they were two completely different people. No one would associate suspicious and sneaky patients with these two sunny youths.

After finding their location on the subway, Tim and Jason took out their mobile phones and put on their Bluetooth headsets, immersing themselves in the world of small frames in their hands like many people nowadays.

Only they themselves know that what is coming from the earphones is not pop music, and what is sliding on the phone is not a healing cat picture, but a remote control that controls the clarity of the information in the earphones—the UI is very similar to that of ordinary players .

"Hurry up, hurry up, Lucifer, answer the phone," Linda said to herself.

The sound of chairs being moved, the sound of paper being turned.

"Ah! You finally answered the phone!" Linda sounded like she had finally found her saviour, and started criticizing and relaying Jason and Tim's visit to Lucifer on the other end of the phone.

"Wow, slow down, slow down, doctor." Lucifer's flirtatious tone interrupted Linda's long story, with the faint sound of a piano in the background, "You said you met a paparazzi? Did you come to gossip about me? , paparazzi?"

"I didn't say they were paparazzi, Lucifer, that's what you said." Linda sighed deeply, expressing her worry clearly, "They seem to believe that you are Satan, not an ordinary person, do you think so? Are the former Satanists coming to make trouble again?"

"If so, that would be great. The previous Satanic organization was too disappointing. I hope this one will be a little more creative. Oh! There is new fun in the world every day!" Lucifer didn't sound annoyed at all. Some people are secretly investigating themselves, but they are looking forward to it.

"Lucifer!" Linda roared on the phone, "Can you be more serious? What if they are... are... you know, someone sent by your father?"

On the other end of the phone, Lucifer was silent for a moment: "So you really still care about the fact that Amenadiel went to the office next door to you and pretended to be a colleague in order to bring me back to hell. You are not doing well, doctor. Didn't everyone say You have to face your emotions honestly, you are still angry but you say you don’t mind anymore, tsk tsk.”

"Lucifer, you drew the wrong point!" Although he couldn't see the scene, Jason had already imagined the scene of Linda jumping, "Forget it, I know you are planning how to make the goddess and the god beat each other to death, I just want to remind you to be careful, and - I am not angry with Amenadiel, he apologized, and I accepted it, I am very calm in the face of my emotions, it does not mean that I will pretend to be this way from now on This thing did not happen, since you reminded me, we can talk about this aspect in the next treatment session."

"Great! Then it's settled, doctor." Lucifer's cheerful tone made it doubtful whether he had listened to the doctor's advice, "Ah, my dear detective called, I have to go Help enforce justice! Bye, doctor~”

The phone call ended with Dr. Linda yelling Lucifer's name angrily.

The subway stopped at the station, and the passengers stood up from their seats and moved towards the exit of the carriage one by one. The train continued to run staggeringly, passengers came and went, and no one gave Jason and Tim a second look.

"Hey, Tibbo." Jason put his earphones away, and elbowed Tim who was sitting next to him, "I've come all the way here, do you want to visit the nightclub here?"

"I have no objection." Tim continued to fiddle with his phone with his head down. "Have you decided which one to go to? Since you're going, don't pick too ordinary ones, but something special."

"This place has good reviews!" Jason shook his mobile phone in front of Tim, and the image on the screen was written with the name of the nightclub in low-key and luxurious black and gold: "Lux"

As a young tourist in Gotham, it is very reasonable to go to a well-known local nightclub in Los Angeles to take pictures and check in to join in the fun.

No?