"In addition, you can do things in the Home Inn Hotel, it seems that you are not bad at all." Zhang Lang's words seemed to be praising Zhang Yan, but then the conversation immediately changed.

"You lack a rational attitude towards life, most likely Miss Zhang Yan, you still tend to give up on yourself and can't bear the uncertainty in life, it is precisely because of this that when your boyfriend breaks up with you again, you immediately collapse." Zhang Lang talked eloquently.

"You're right, but what about that?" On Zhang Yan's water glass, there was still so much water at the beginning, and it could be seen that she didn't drink it at all, and her voice was very hoarse.

She now found that if she wasn't a psychiatrist, she was a terrible guy.

Zhang Lang's control of his own psychology is simply to a terrifying degree.

Demon!

Zhang Yan suddenly had such an idea in her heart, Zhang Lang seemed to be a little devil who could see through his heart at a glance.

"Oh, this is very revealing, this shows that Miss Zhang, your personality is very immature, so you are emotionally unstable, so you want to commit suicide......" Seeing that Zhang Yan seemed to want to refute, Zhang Lang hurriedly waved his hand.

He now knew what questions Zhang Yan would talk to himself as soon as he opened his mouth.

It's nothing more than "I want to kill myself, I kill myself, it's your business." ”

Or, "I'm willing to kill myself, you're still in my way, get out." ”

These things can happen, and the odds are not low.

But Zhang Lang obviously didn't want to hear these things.

"Your thoughts, that's nothing more than these, so let's talk about you again, what did you kill yourself for?" Zhang Lang took a deep breath.

Su Mu was covered by the side, and there was no such thing as a mouthful.

She suddenly discovered that Zhang Lang was like a real detective, and he peeled off the cocoon.

Although, it's not necessarily right to do so, and it's not necessarily good.

But it was as if he could "drink to quench his thirst", which temporarily stabilized Zhang Yan's mood.

Now Zhang Yan, looking at Zhang Lang's expression, is as if she has seen a demon!

In that way, it is the fear of Zhang Lang.

Not to mention Zhang Yan, Su Musha felt that he shuddered a little when he looked at Zhang Lang.

This man is terrible.

Why didn't I see it when I was usually at school.

Why can he deduce the whole of the problem through a little thing?

"Did you commit suicide to get rid of your pain and achieve spiritual regeneration? I don't think you're not. Zhang Lang shook his head, and there was no need for Zhang Yan to answer, "Sacrifice for some purpose or belief?" Neither is it! ”

Zhang Lang's inquiry was like a sharp knife, step by step, uncovering Zhang Yan's wounds.

Reveal it directly, without leaving a trace of mercy.

"You are not pursuing perfection, you achieve your moral and personality perfection by committing suicide, of course, you can be nonsense when I say this, I see that your suicide is purely self-avoidance!"

"I didn't! No! I didn't! Zhang Yan shook her head, hoarse.

In that way, it's as if Sadako is possessed.

The hair that was once tied up is now messily draped.

If someone encounters Zhang Yan at this moment in the middle of the night, they may think that Zhang Yan is a female ghost who crawled out of the sewer or the toilet.

Su Musha looked at the situation, as if he had understood something.

Many people do this kind of thing when they are doing psychotherapy in a psychological clinic, and the psychiatrist will do the same.

That is, first let the patient's psychology reach a state of collapse, and then you can better listen to your own treatment.

However, Su Musha has never seen it, just a few words, and he collapsed people!

Zhang Lang definitely did it on purpose, Su Musha thought.

Although she guessed the beginning, she obviously didn't guess the ending.

Not to mention the outsider Su Mu, even Zhang Yan didn't expect that next, Zhang Lang would say such things to himself!

"Hehe, it's pointless for us to discuss this, come, Miss Zhang Yan, what method do you want to use to commit suicide, tell me quickly, I'm curious." Zhang Lang smiled slightly, as if he was a demon who had landed in the world.

Well, although Zhang Lang's heart is as pure as an angel now, he has to do it.

"Huh?" Zhang Yan felt that her heart was about to collapse.

What kind of person did I meet today?

Is such a person really Miss Su's boyfriend?

What is moody, what is transient.

It can be seen from this man's body.

This man, after saying so much, does she say that she is purely for fun, not to enlighten herself?

Even at this time, Zhang Yan seemed to pull Zhang Lang's hair with her hand, and asked fiercely: "Why don't you comfort me, why!" ”

Of course, this can't happen.

Zhang Yan after the broken foot is obviously not Zhang Lang's opponent.

Su Musha felt that if he continued to listen to what Zhang Lang said, he would also commit suicide.

God, who is this Zhang Lang?

Why do you play with women's feelings so much!

No, it's a woman's mind.

No matter what happened to Zhang Yan, after this matter was over, she would pull Zhang Lang and ask again.

Anyway, most of the people who have to miss tonight's party are going to miss it.

After doing it for a long time, Zhang Yan found that it didn't seem that Zhang Lang was deliberately fooling himself, he seemed to really want to hear how he committed suicide, so he muttered for a long time, or said.

"Cut your wrists." When Zhang Yan spoke, she was inexplicably a little relaxed.

She even wanted Zhang Lang to know how she died.

This man is the same as the devil.

"Oops, it's good to cut your wrists!" Zhang Lang nodded in praise.

Su Mu covered the side and rolled his eyes, are you here to "persuade the fight", or are you here to "find a fight"?

However, Zhang Lang's words changed, "Miss Zhang Yan, do you know that when you cut your wrists, it will be more painful, and your heart will be stressed, and ninety people don't know the correct position and depth, leaving scars in vain......"

"And you don't know, trying to cut a deep enough wound on one's body is a very easy thing to give up halfway, and it requires a lot of patience, perseverance, and professional knowledge......"

"By the way, Miss Zhang Yan, do you have hemophilia?" Zhang Lang suddenly asked.

"Nope." Zhang Yan said coldly, Zhang Lang seemed to be scared at this time.

"Oh, that's terrible, there is no hemophilia, then Miss Zhang Yan, your blood self-coagulation ability must be good, if you cut your wrists, most of the wounds are prone to self-scabbing and stop bleeding, and you need to cut the original wound again."

"I'm not afraid of pain!" Zhang Yan gritted her teeth and said ruthlessly.

"Oh, if Miss Zhang is not afraid of pain, she can choose. However, I have heard that most of the end of the cut wrist is due to excessive blood loss and coma, and the blood scabs over after the coma, and the death is not ...... The brain is vegetative due to ischemia. Zhang Lang's mouth did not stop speaking because Zhang Yan glared at him fiercely.

"You ......" Zhang Yan was so angry that her teeth itched, although she didn't know if what Zhang Lang said was true, but she felt very powerful, most of it was a little bit of a basis.

Now she doesn't have much thought about cutting her wrists.

"No more cutting wrists, I decided to drink sleeping pills." Zhang Yan said very resentfully.

"Tsk, Miss Zhang Yan, don't you know that taking sleeping pills is the most uncomfortable? Sleeping pills can cause stomach irritation and vomiting when Ms. Zhang Yan is in a semi-sleepy state. At that time, you will be paralyzed because of the nerves, you will not be able to move, and the vomit liquid will enter the lungs and nasal cavities, causing great breathing pain and burning sensation in the lungs...... Gee. ”

"I'm going to drink poison!"

"This Miss Zhang, this thing ...... poison"

Zhang Lang said for a while, listening to Zhang Yan's face turn green.

"I'm going to electrocute myself, I'm going to touch the electric door." Zhang Yan said something again.

"Oh, I've heard from the people in our electric factory that there are some workers who are sometimes electrocuted to death, but sometimes miraculously come back to life......"

"I'm going to ...... seppuku"

Then, Zhang Lang analyzed the reason with Zhang Yan from a series of death methods.

Zhang Lang's words did not continue, because Zhang Yan was already about to collapse.

Not to mention that Zhang Yan collapsed, even Su Musha collapsed.

She couldn't figure out why Zhang Lang knew about these messy things.

Could it be that Zhang Lang specializes in how to kill people?

However, listening to Zhang Lang's words, Su Musha finally cleared the clouds and saw the blue sky, and finally knew how Zhang Lang was going to persuade Zhang Yan.

I see.

After Zhang Yan was afraid, he didn't think about suicide.

I have to say that this looks like it seems to be very effective, at least now Zhang Yan is thinking about other things, not about suicide.

"I don't jump off the building, I don't cut my stomach, I don't drink sleeping pills, I don't hang myself, I don't throw water, I don't shoot him, I want to go on a hunger strike!" After saying this, Zhang Yan was even a little complacent.

She felt that she had finally found a thing that Zhang Lang would never be able to solve.

If you go on a hunger strike, there will definitely not be anything Zhang Lang said before about taking poison, hanging, leaking out your tongue or vomiting or something, and it will not be like a motor, and it is not necessarily electrocuted, and you will be crippled if you survive.

Even after finding this method, Zhang Yan was a little proud, and her mood was much better.

When she found out that Zhang Lang really didn't answer immediately, as if she was very distressed, Zhang Yan almost laughed.

If it weren't for Su Musha's presence now, Zhang Yan would definitely laugh.

Now Zhang Yan wanted to say complacently, "Look, what's the matter, you can't tell it, haha, what kind of psychology master do you still call yourself!" It's not that I'm stumped. ”

"Well, I'm going to die now, right?" When Zhang Yan spoke, she was slightly proud.

This made Zhang Lang a little confused.

Why can suicide still make people proud?

Of course he didn't know, Zhang Yan thought it was Zhang Lang this time.

"No, I just think, how can you think that a hunger strike kills people? I haven't seen anyone die on a hunger strike! And you don't know, those who don't die belong to weight loss! Zhang Lang said as he told Zhang Yan about a certain philosopher's hunger strike after more than 20 days, as if he had been reborn and was full of energy.

Then, Zhang Yan raised his hand and surrendered.

"You win, I'm not suicidal."