The moment he opened the door, the rancid stench, which was several times more than all the stenches before combined, was overwhelming, and Qu Xi's stomach suddenly turned over. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Resisting the urge to vomit, she tried her best to look into the room.

Then she saw it.

It was the third time she had seen a dead man.

The first time was Charlotte, and the second time was Qian Dadao's wife, both of whom died unexpectedly with hideous faces. This time, it's no exception.

On a small bed, there was a man lying peacefully, and if it weren't for the bruised festering flesh on his body and his terrifying gray cheeks like a zombie in the movie, he wouldn't have made people think he was dead. He was like the kind of person who had been abandoned by this world, lying alone in a single bed, sinking into the darkness to meet the dawn.

Qu Xi stumbled, firmly holding on to the door frame, and barely stood firm.

At the moment when she grabbed the door frame, a pair of warm hands reached out from behind her and gently supported her. She felt the tremor of her hands, unexpectedly consistent with hers.

"We ...... Do we need to call the police? ”

Xu Yang's panicked voice came.

Qu Xi stabilized his mind and spoke, his voice hoarse: "This...... It's suicide, right? ”

Xu Yang let go of his hand, coughed slightly, and cautiously walked to the bed. He covered his nose with one hand, lifted the blanket covered by Zhao Jingquan with the other, and saw Zhao Jingquan with his hands crossed on his stomach, as if he was asleep. There was no blood on the gray pajamas, not even wrinkles.

"I think so." Xu Yang came to his own conclusions.

Qu Xi also walked over, but the target was a table next to the bedroom. She picked up a notebook on the table, flipped through it, frowned, and said, "Let's go." ”

"Huh?" Xu Yangqi said, "We don't call the police?" ”

"If you want to call the police, you can report it." Qu Xi glanced at it, "With a public phone." ”

Xu Yang looked at Qu Xi with some surprise, his eyebrows raised high.

Qu Xi didn't explain too much, so he hurriedly walked out. Xu Yang finally looked at the dead body lying on the bed, followed Qu Xi, and quickly went out.

After going out, Qu Xi walked directly to a coffee shop on the corner, ordered a cup of iced coffee, and took a few sips before slowly calming down his mood.

"Why did you come along?" She looked up at Xu Yang.

Xu Yang sat opposite her, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked straight at her. Qu Xi's head was raised without warning, so she was very keen and caught this man's eyes.

It was a very strange look.

If I had to describe it briefly, it would be pity with a strong smile.

Qu Xi frowned, and was about to ask a question, but saw that Xu Yang's expression had recovered as before. It seems that everything just now is Qu Xi's illusion.

"Why do people kill themselves, you say?" Xu Yang asked suddenly.

Qu Xi rolled her eyes: "If I'm so perverted, I will have to commit suicide." ”

As soon as the words fell, she reluctantly added: "Just kidding." But whether he committed suicide or not, it's uncertain now. ”

Xu Yang smiled: "I think the 'joke' you just made makes sense." What do you think," he suddenly approached, propped his hands on the table, and held his head, "He can come to Yin Yiyang and prove that he knows that he has a problem and wants to solve it, you say, right?" After all, only people who know they are sick go to a doctor, right? ”

Qu Xi tilted his head slightly, looked at Xu Yang, and did not speak.

"It must be the truth, how can you say that those who are really perverted, the kind with serious mental illness, realize that they are sick? How can you have the spare time to find a psychiatrist? Does this mean that this Zhao Jingquan actually still has a sense of guilt in his heart, and he still wants to change ......"

Qu Xi nodded and motioned for Xu Yang to continue.

The smile on Xu Yang's face deepened, as if he was very satisfied with Qu Xi's reaction. The self-satisfaction of having an opinion recognized began to flood him. He looked left and right, and saw that no one noticed them, and then whispered again.

"But what...... As his condition worsened, you also saw that he began to go to public places to peep at close range, this very risky thing, he still couldn't control himself. So, I think, while he is enjoying this perverted game, he is tormented by this deeper and deeper pathological psychology, and over time, when he is sober, for example, after voyeurism, he thinks of suicide. Only death can lead to liberation. ”

After Xu Yang finished speaking, Qu Xi had already narrowed his eyes slightly. She looked at Xu Yang carefully for a while and asked, "Are you a psychology major?" Which school? ”

Xu Yang smiled and reported the name of an internationally renowned university.

Qu Xi nodded: "People in good schools are quite good at fooling." ”

"Flickering?" Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, "After all, I don't know him well, so I can only analyze it by what I just saw...... However, that's not what I'm trying to say. ”

Qu Xi was aroused by this man who suddenly talked eloquently, and blinked: "You go on, I'll listen." ”

Xu Yang hooked the corners of his mouth and continued.

What he really wants to say is not the cause of Zhao Jingquan's death, but what his death means.

For Zhao Jingquan herself, death may be a relief, or it may just be a clumsy escape. In Xu Yang's own opinion, Zhao Jingquan's death ...... It can be said to be very despicable and cowardly.

"A man stands up to the sky and the earth, upright, what can't be faced head-on, and he has to use voyeurism? Or even to die? I'm so sorry for the thing that grew between his legs. ”

As soon as Xu Yang said his words, he realized that something was wrong, and sneered: "Don't mind, I speak roughly." ”

Qu Xi snorted coldly and did not speak.

Xu Yang saw that Qu Xi had no objections, and continued: "All in all, from a man's point of view, I am very disdainful of his behavior. ”

Qu Xi drank the last sip of coffee, stood up, and walked away with a fluttering sentence of "It's all nonsense".

Xu Yang was slightly stunned.

But the surprise only lasted for a second.

After Qu Xi completely disappeared from his line of sight, he slowly collected his expression and sighed lightly.

*

As soon as Qu Xi returned to the psychological clinic, Li Jingjing greeted her. "How's it going, is there a play?" She asked hurriedly.

"You ask Xu Yang to tell you." When the word "Xu Yang" was spoken, Qu Xi gritted his teeth a little.

Ignoring Li Jingjing's whispering call from behind, Qu Xi walked into Yin Yiyang's office without looking back.

"Hey." She walked over to her desk and tapped it gently.

"Huh? What's up? Yin Yiyang raised his head from the pile of documents and looked at Qu Xi with some blankness.

"Zhao Jingquan is dead."

"Huh?" Yin's mouth opened slightly.

"I said he was dead, and the guy who came to you for counseling, that voyeur, died!" Qu Xi explained impatiently.

Yin Yiyang finally reacted. He looked at Qu Xi and uttered a monosyllabic word.

"Oh."

Qu Xi jumped to his feet: "Oh? Your patient is dead, and you're just a whoop, right? He's dead! Why didn't you ask me how he died? ”

“…… How did he die? Yin Yiyang didn't look at Qu Xi again, but moved his gaze back to the document.

"It's supposed to be suicide."

"Oh."

Qu Xi was laughed at by Yin Yiyang, she had never been so angry with him. "He's your patient! He's been here with you several times, but it's not getting any better, it's getting worse and worse, and now he's dead! Why don't you summarize and learn a lesson, so that this kind of thing doesn't happen to your patients again? ”

Yin Yiyang put down the pen in his hand with a "snap", and suddenly raised his head to look at Qu Xi. The usual faint smile and gentleness on his face were gone, only the alienation that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"Are you worried about yourself, Qu Xi?" Yin Yiyang's voice was cold.

Qu Xi was stunned.

Then, a sense of frustration that had pierced her mind swept over her.

"Bang!"

She slammed the door and walked away.

Rushing all the way down the office building, she only felt a monstrous anger burning her brain. At this time, it was still work time, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, and she had just turned a corner when she saw a familiar figure standing across the street, in front of a red newsstand.

It's An Jin.