It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

The return of the prodigal son requires a very important motive, but this unfortunate boy did not meet the opportunity in his life that could save him.

His cries were ignored, his resistance was dismissed as self-defeating, no one understood him, no one tried to communicate with him, everyone thought he was an idiot blinded by anger.

Everyone is exhausted to live, who would want to give up their little patience to a violent child?

The source of emotions is complex and simple. When the subconscious assumptions conflict with the information received by the surface consciousness, people will have emotions.

The source of anger is nothing more than three points, fear, pain and frustration.

There is no description of horror in the incident. The pressure on the teenager is nothing more than the cold violence of words. The power of words can be strong or weak, but it is difficult to reach the level of fear.

From Zhou Zhuo's point of view, the pressure of the teenager comes more from the pain and frustration in his heart.

The pain comes from not being trusted, which leads to a series of emotions such as inferiority complex, which constantly tortures oneself, and the frustration is accumulated through repeated communication failures.

Lacking the strength to fight and unable to express himself, under such pressure, the teenager finally chose to give up resistance and give up on himself. In the end, the source of the high-pressure environment-that is, his parents were killed.

For a person like Fred who disregards the law, if personal efforts cannot change the environment, destruction is the best choice. Let alone doing it again, even if it is a thousand times, he will also choose to kill the people in front of him. The blocker, even if the other party is his parents.

But from Zhou Zhuo's perspective, this common situation of family education is not unsolvable.

In the same environment, most people are like him, choosing to endure, think rationally, maintain themselves, think rationally, and not accepting changes is tantamount to resistance. No matter whether the future outcome is success or failure, at least he has made a sound.

Only a small number of people will embark on an extreme path under unbearable pressure, that is, self-abandonment.

Self-destructive behaviors such as skipping classes are more performance-oriented, just like running away from home when you were a child. Every time you reach a stage, you will always look back to see if someone is chasing you. It feels as if someone is calling you to go home for dinner. , Until I found myself unable to turn back when I drifted away, it was too late to regret.

The only way to really give up everything is to end one's own life, which is the idea that extreme pessimists often have when they are powerless to fight.

After venting the anger, the feeling of inferiority and frustration that hit like a tide still failed to subside, but intensified, and a negative emotion inevitably arose in the heart, thinking that all tragedies stemmed from one's own incompetence.

I couldn’t meet the requirements of my parents and teachers, and I didn’t want to do it. I wanted to back down, but I bumped into the narrow iron cage. I finally rushed out of the iron cage, but found that behind me was not a bright road, but a cliff, and there was nowhere to go. up.

At this time, as long as you jump down, you can end your bad life. For those with low self-esteem, that is the most relaxing and pleasant solution.

Of course, thinking and doing are completely different things in many cases. When people face death, they will find that the previous difficulties and fears are not worth mentioning, so they give up the idea of ​​suicide.

But this young man chose to commit suicide after killing his parents. He was not without courage, but the pressure of reality was too great, which crushed his spine and soul, making him unable to lift his head and move forward with a heavy load.

Zhou Zhuo has a little impression of him. On the bus, he chooses to sit in the corner, which is the safest position. Few people will choose to approach him. During the whole process, he just lowered his head and didn't notice the changes in the external environment at all. Fell into severe self-isolation.

Such a person's psychological state is already quite dangerous. Zhou Zhuo didn't think he still had the courage and motivation to kill. If he opened the bloody wound again, he might repeat the same mistakes and directly choose to kill himself.

Zhou Zhuo came from that age and environment, but Fred, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, probably has never experienced a similar dilemma. The perspectives of the two sides are completely different, just like Fred mocking those who don’t understand Like an idiot of social rules, this is where his odds of winning the question lie.

As expected by Zhou Zhuo, Fred rarely fell into a brief consideration. After a while, he raised his head and asked Zhou Zhuo a question: "What would you choose?"

"I will choose not to kill, how about you?"

Zhou Zhuo didn't mean to hide it at all, there are some things that the other party wouldn't understand even if they exposed it, especially after that example, Fred absolutely couldn't understand what it was like to be trapped in an opposing emotion.

After asking this question, Zhou Zhuo poked Sun Cha's waist, indicating that it's time. The latter understood, cleared his throat, and used the detective's skill routine: "What's your idea?"

His left arm was broken on the spot, but Fred didn't fall into a rage, he was extraordinarily calm, and even felt relieved, he didn't talk to Sun Cha, and answered Zhou Zhuo's question seriously.

"Then I will choose to kill. I know what you are thinking. Do you think that an old guy like me has never experienced the sufferings of the world? No, I will make this choice only because I think human beings are human beings, not demons. Being human has many weaknesses that a human being should have."

"Maybe your idea is correct, but I insist that anger is an emotion greater than inferiority complex. Cowardly people will feel inferior because the pressure is not strong enough. If the wound is opened again and again, the completely broken person will become a demon. At that time What's the point of killing a few people?"

"Then please place your bet." The butler reminded that this was not a school debate, but a gamble involving life and death.

As a result, Sun Cha didn't seem to hear, and asked again: "What's your idea?"

The repeater-style question confused everyone in the audience, and Zhou Zhuo probably didn't expect the skill of cliché to be so straightforward. Wouldn't it be a bit outrageous to ask like this?

Fred, who was being questioned continuously, became angry instinctively, thinking that he was being provoked, but he quickly recovered his indifferent calm.

"I'm not interested in winning or losing, and winning or losing won't change anything for me. I just want to enjoy the fun that belongs to human beings, that's all. I don't know if this answer will satisfy you?"

Zhou Zhuo didn't expect that he actually gave an answer, and it was completely different from the previous statement. He changed from a high-ranking controller to a desperate gambler who had nothing to lose. It doesn't feel like pure blackening.

When they looked at each other, Sun Cha was afraid of that fierce aura, and took a step behind Zhou Zhuo.

"Satisfied, then please show your aura on the gaming table."

Zhou Zhuo took over the conversation and made a gesture to signal Fred to place a bet.

Fred put away those contemptuous expressions before, and pressed his intact right hand on the gaming table.

"If one hand is broken, it's useless to keep the other limbs. It's better to be completely disabled than to be half disabled. Come on."

It's not that he is unwilling to take his time, but as the opponent's chips gradually increase, the game must speed up, otherwise there will be an embarrassing situation of using your left hand to bet on your right hand.

The theory of ten bets and ten losses is completely established for both of them, but after several reversals, the positions of the upper hand have been exchanged.

"Okay, then I'll call, it's still the same as before, twice." Zhou Zhuo spread his hands, "Please."

From this moment on, the gambling game is no longer simply a psychological warfare or a chip war, but a collision of ideas between the two sides.

The butler clapped his hands, and the frozen scene on the screen began to flow. The boy with earrings returned to the very familiar cabin, tears streaming down unconsciously.

Not long after, the door of the bedroom was opened, and the furious father came out with a baseball bat, and hit his knee with the stick. He fell backwards, couldn't stand up, and was hit on the face and stomach a few more times. He hugged his head, unable to speak.

The mother was crying and cursing beside her, mourning her misfortune and angering her. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw her wept, but she didn't hold my father's hand holding the stick.

He was lying on the ground, in a trance, he didn't know how many times he had been beaten. When his consciousness was blurred, his body instinctively began to struggle, crawled towards the kitchen, stood up with one hand grabbing the cabinet, and went to get the table knife in the knife holder.

"Calling you a few words and hitting you twice is enough to get you excited, right? You dare to take a knife, why, you hang out with those garbage a lot outside, do you feel that you have been wronged and want to take revenge?"

Father cursed behind his back.

"Come on, let me see if you, a trash who is incapable of taking responsibility, has the guts to do something to your parents who gave birth to you and raised you for more than ten years, come on!"

At this time, the mother thought of fighting, but the words were out of the mouth and hurt people, so she couldn't take it back.

The boy holding the knife recovered from his trance, looked at the angry father outside and the sad mother in his eyes, all the anger and pain in his heart seemed to have disappeared, and there was only one thing left, saying no Clearing the emptiness of the unknown.

There's no point in doing anything.

Then he slit his own throat with a knife, his eyes blurred in the spray of blood.

……

Sun Cha and the gambler let out a sigh of relief.

"What a pity. My predictions always seem to be more accurate than yours. Is it because you have seen too much, so you can't see the thoughts of these ordinary people clearly?"

Zhou Zhuo got up with the skull hammer and broke Fred's limbs non-stop for a moment. He endured the pain and clenched his teeth, but his expression was more relaxed than before, as if he was the one who was closer to victory.

Back on the seat, the blood flowing outside the bloody coat seemed to be boiling, and Zhou Zhuo's expression was even colder than before, and the previously invincible leader was now completely disabled, and he could only sit firmly by the housekeeper helping him up Lost dog.

"You seem to have nothing to lose." Zhou Zhuo said with a smile.

"I still have my life and soul, how can I not lose?" Fred also laughed, "Would you mind lighting a cigarette for me?"

"No problem." The butler took out a cigarette from Fred's coat pocket, lit it with a lighter, and stuffed it in his mouth.

Zhou Zhuo also waved his hand and said: "The proposition scene is up to the housekeeper to choose from those people."

"Ok."

The housekeeper did not refuse this simple request, and picked out a scene for Zhou Zhuo.

There is actually gambling in the picture, but the scene is relatively simple. It should be in a small room of an underground casino. A group of people are sitting around the table with their buttocks on their backs, picking up the chips in their hands and throwing them in. There was white smoke that could not go away, and it looked dirty and messy.

The protagonist in this scene does not have the vigor and elegance of a superior like Fred. He is dressed in ordinary clothes, sits unsettled, uses his elbows as a support, and presses his upper body on the gaming table, not paying attention to the fact that the cigarette butt in his mouth has fallen off. up.

There are two cards in front of him, one bright and one dark, which are 2 and 8. After a moment of hesitation, he chooses Double, doubles the bet, and another card. The card dealt to him by the croupier is A, exactly blackjack , Zhuang Xian took all, and directly got a stack of chips as high as a hill.

"Go away." The banker took out a bank card from his pocket and threw it over. "The password is four 8s. Don't come here in the future. If you dare to enter my door, I will break your leg."

"No." He threw the bank card back, "I want to play another round, or all in."

The croupiers dealt the cards for both sides, and the cards of both sides were J and 5 respectively. The screen was frozen, and after watching the trailer, Zhou Zhuo got the corresponding information from the housekeeper and learned about the situation of the other party.

This man was originally a very ordinary office worker, but he was tricked by his colleagues into gambling. Under the layers of tricks set up by the casino, he also embezzled a large amount of public funds. In the end, he lost nothing and owed a huge debt.

This is his last gamble. In order to come back, he bet all available public funds, or his entire life.

"There are still 30 seconds to make a proposition." The butler reminded.

"The outcome is determined by one hand...Then the topic is relatively simple." Zhou Zhuo began to analyze the situation on the screen.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Fred suddenly raised his hand: "I abstain."

The housekeeper said earlier that everyone has three abstentions and can switch topics without paying any price. Zhou Zhuo didn’t expect Fred to be so decisive. Shouldn’t this scene be the favorite of gamblers?

Watched by Zhou Zhuo, Fred explained: "I don't like this kind of pure guessing, not to mention who knows if the two of them will cheat. It's ridiculous to entrust their fate to other people's luck."

"Mr. Methuselah announced his abstention." The butler immediately made a decision: "Then skip the game, and 'hope people are okay' will get the right to propose the next game."

"No no no, I think the game should continue, in another form."

Before the housekeeper judged that the game was over, Zhou Zhuo reached out and interrupted the opponent's movement of switching scenes.

"However, the bargaining chip can be slightly improved. You only need to pay for the cruise ship—that is, the structural blueprint of the cleansing house, and we still place a heavy bet."

"This is a gambling proposition. I don't bet on the people in the scene. I want to bet with you... No, he is betting with you. The butler will be the croupier and continue the unfinished game in the arena. How about it?"

Zhou Zhuo stood up suddenly, and pressed the gambler's shoulder to let him sit on the seat.

"You come."

"Huh?!" The gambler didn't understand what was going on at all.

Zhou Zhuo pointed to Fred and said, "As for the bet, just bet on me and Shui Zhazi's life. Do you dare to accept the life-threatening blackjack?"

"Dare." Fred didn't hesitate for a moment, "Then please deal the cards."

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Chapter 109 Psychological Warfare (4K)

Suddenly being entrusted with an important task, the gambler didn't react at all, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but the next moment, the butler took out a pack of unopened poker cards from the drawer of the gaming table, and distributed a pack of cards to each side. The revealed cards are J and 5 respectively.

"No, you..."

The cards were all dealt to him, and the fool understood what was going on.

The gambler is very disappointed with his life. He looks down on himself who has achieved nothing. Now he finally meets a reliable elder brother. It is understandable to be treated as a bargaining chip on the table. He does not think it is contempt, and even has the meaning of sharing weal and woe. inside.

But Zhou Zhuo suddenly handed over the control of the gambling life to him, which made the gambler a little unacceptable for a while, he didn't think he could bear such a heavy responsibility, and he was terrified.

"Can I do it?"

At this time, Sun Cha, who was bet on the gambling table next to him, also looked anxious: "Yes, can he do it?"

Even though they don't know each other, all losers have one thing in common, that is, lack of self-confidence. The expression on the gambler's face shows that this person doesn't even trust himself, so how can others trust him?

What's more, the two didn't know each other at all. In contrast, even if someone put his life on the line, Sun Cha would rather lose in Zhou Zhuo's hands. After all, the two are buddies. It's nothing to lose in the game. There is still a reason to lie to them when they go out. supper...

"I said it's fine if you can do it. You haven't played blackjack, have you?"

Zhou Zhuo slapped the gambler on the shoulder hard, trying to use his skills to cheer him up. Unexpectedly, the judgment really took effect. After the physical strength dropped a lot, the gambler's eyes became much clearer, and he was no longer troubled. Doubt yourself again.

"I've played." He nodded slowly, "The last game I gambled on was blackjack. I lost 21 yuan, and the real estate certificate was gone."

When Sun Cha heard it, he was sweating profusely. No matter how you look at it, this guy is unreliable. He looked at Zhou Zhuo eagerly, and Zhou Zhuo held his hand and said solemnly: "There is no Kansai, as long as you trust me The card group, the card group will respond to your belief!"

"It's not the same thing at all!"

"It's all playing cards, it's the same."

Of course Zhou Zhuo is not an idiot who blindly trusts his companions. There are three elements for making this decision.

The first is the strength comparison.

Fred has completely entered the state of a gambler. This is an obvious fact. In this state, he will gamble everything without hesitation, including fighting for his life, but he immediately chooses to abstain when the scene appears. Why?

Fred said earlier that gambling is nothing more than the result of crushing and cheating, and truly smart people don't bet blindly.

The risk of a pure probability game is too high, and it is not known whether someone on both sides will make a thousand. It is difficult to make a big bet in this situation, but at this point, it seems petty to lower the number of chips again. It is better to abstain and change the title.

And the gamblers here are experienced, courageous, and have no shortage of bargaining chips. Both sides have obvious advantages in momentum and strength, why not give it a try?

The second is the cards.

Blackjack is the most classic gambling project, and it is also a number game that mathematicians have been studying throughout the ages. For this reason, they have established a large number of mathematical models to calculate the winning rate of different situations, and found a core of "less loss, more profit" The winning method is called counting 21.

Poker cards have memory. Whenever you get a card, the winning percentage of the game will change. This change is not irregular. Through mathematical calculations, all probabilities will clearly appear in the form of a table. in your head.

And the most important rule is that, as a banker, you must continue to ask for cards when the number of points does not exceed 16, and you must skip when the number of points is greater than or equal to 17. This determines that the degree of freedom of the banker is limited, and he is easier than the player. Bust.

As a challenger, the gambler's open card is J, no matter what his next card is, there is no risk of busting, while Fred, as the banker, has a 5 in his hand, which means that no matter what his next card is, there is no risk of busting. A card is nothing more than 16 points, and he must bid another card.