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Chongqing Forest?

What a ghost name.

Zeng Jingheng raised his head and looked at this psychological clinic located in the bustling section of Xiasha, and couldn't help pouting.

The doctor at this clinic must be a heavy movie controller.

Although he thought so, Zeng Jingheng's nerves did not relax for a moment, after all, this is the intersection point of all the people who have had an accident.

It's hard to say if that doctor will be the same kind of person.

I went upstairs, knocked on the door, and got a reply.

Zeng Jingheng pushed the door open.

The first thing I saw was a strangely shaped clock, and then the owner of the female voice who had just sent out the invitation to enter.

A woman, a woman with a pair of rimless glasses, who looks a little cold and cold.

Although she looks pretty good, that indifferent expression may be difficult to arouse people's interest.

"Hello, do you have an appointment?" The woman's voice was as indifferent as her expression, not at all a little softer because Zeng Jingheng was a possible patient.

"Yes, I made an appointment last night." Zeng Jingheng scratched his head, and was a little uncomfortable to look at by this cold woman, "My surname is Zeng ......"

"Mr. Zeng-Jing-Heng, is it?" The woman looked down at the computer, and quickly read out Zeng Jingheng's name, "Hello, I'm Dr. Wang's assistant, and my name is Ah Yue." ”

She raised her head and introduced herself to Zeng Jingheng, still looking expressionless.

"Hello......" Zeng Jingheng nodded a little embarrassed.

Dr. Wang?

Last night it seemed to be on the website of this clinic and saw the attending doctor called...... Wang Xiaofeng?

"Your case has been submitted to Dr. Wang, and he is now waiting for you inside, please come in." In an extremely formulaic tone, this female assistant named Ah Yue didn't care about the feelings of the customer and patient at all, and opened the door of the consultation room with a hard voice, inviting Zeng Jingheng to enter.

It's so indifferent, I don't even make a cup of tea......

Zeng Jingheng had to bite the bullet and go in, although the female assistant was a little indifferent, but it didn't make him feel the breath of the same kind.

Fortunately, you don't have to fight to the death with such a beautiful girl.

As soon as he entered the consultation room, Zeng Jingheng noticed the imitation painting of Dali hanging on the wall, "The Eternity of Memory".

It's really cliché, as if all psychic clinics have to hang this work to look antiquity?

"Please sit down, you are Zeng Jingheng, right?" Dr. Wang Xiaofeng, who was sitting behind a huge desk, pointed to a pale blue sofa in the examination room and motioned for Zeng Jingheng to sit down.

Zeng Jingheng nodded and continued to observe the doctor.

This is a man who doesn't look very old, maybe he is one or two years older than Zeng Jingheng in terms of appearance, just like a college student who has just graduated, Si Wenwen, his hair is meticulously combed, and he is wearing a straight black suit and a brightly colored red tie, which makes his whole person look a little strange in the slaughter.

But Zeng Jingheng didn't smell the same kind of smell.

A little disappointed, right?

Throwing himself into the pale cyan sofa that didn't look comfortable, Zeng Jingheng lifted one foot and tried to relax himself.

Anyway, since you're here, let's have a good psychological consultation and get some sleep, otherwise the expensive counseling fee will be wasted.

"Let's get started, Dr. Wang." Zeng Jingheng moved his body, and the sofa was unexpectedly comfortable.

"Okay, no problem, you can call me hannibal, I like people to call me that." Dr. Wang looked at the delicate watch on his wrist, picked up what was supposed to be a case, and prepared to see a doctor.

hannibal？

Hannibal?

A cannibalistic psychopath?

Zeng Jingheng glanced at the doctor who was looking at his case with some surprise, in fact, the case was all made up, what was because of the failure to confess in public, there was a tendency to commit suicide, etc., it was all for the sake of temptation.

"Don't worry, I don't eat people, I only eat time, time is money." Dr. Wang, or Dr. Hannibal, who uses the famous psychopathic psychiatrist as his English name, put together the cases, looked at Zeng Jingheng and said with a smile, "So, where do we start?" Is your confession opposite or ......? ”

As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa opposite Zeng Jingheng.

This distance made Zeng Jingheng feel an inexplicable pressure.

"Ahem......" He couldn't help coughing, trying to relax as much as possible, "En...... Let's start with who I'm confessing to......"

Hell, where does he have any confession partners, he has only had a crush since he was a child, and he has not confessed yet.

"It doesn't matter, memories are always painful, take your time." Dr. Hannibal motioned for him to relax, his black eyes inexplicably strange in the deliberately dim light of the room.

"Well...... Actually, doctor, what do you think about life? Zeng Jingheng held back for a long time and suddenly remembered the purpose of his coming here, so let's try to lean on those things.

"Life? Kindness...... Do you mean alive or dead? ”

"Die, Eh...... I just can't figure out some things, and I commit suicide, just like me. And ......" Zeng Jingheng originally wanted to say that there were many people who came to you to see a doctor before.

But that's too obvious, right?

"And a friend of mine, yes, I saw a very good friend of mine die in front of me, I ......"

At this moment, Zeng Jingheng inexplicably remembered Luo Ji.

The boy who hung his hand on that late spring night.

He was silent.

"I can see that you feel guilty." Hannibal quietly probed.

"Well...... It's okay......" Zeng Jingheng tried to keep calm, but his face was already a little ugly.

No, no, that's not how the script is written.

"I ......"

"You blame yourself, you think that if you are a little stronger, your friend will not have an accident, right?"

"I ......" Zeng Jingheng felt his throat stuck.

"Your subconscious thinks you've killed your friend, and you're desperately trying to find something to replace it, to ease your guilt, right?"

"No, no, it's not like this......" Zeng Jingheng shook his head.

"Yes, yes...... That's ......" Zeng Jingheng nodded again.

He was confused, thoroughly.

"I ......"

"Okay, that's all for today's diagnosis, you can see that your problem is more than just a little bit of the case." Dr. Hannibal's words interrupted Zeng's self-argument.

He looked up, only to find that Dr. Hannibal had sat back behind his desk, when did he sit back?

"En......" Zeng Jingheng took a deep breath, although he couldn't say what was strange, but he always felt that something was wrong.

This feeling reached its peak when he walked out of the exam room and looked up at the strange wall clock.

It was eight o'clock when I came, but why is it twelve o'clock now?

Is it that long?

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