Suddenly I opened my eyes, and then I found that I was lying on this chaise longue, I didn't know what was going on and fell asleep, and I was still holding the gentleman's orchid in my hand.

Turning his head, the psychiatrist was sitting on the table next to him looking through some book, and pushing his glasses from time to time.

When he saw that I was awake, he looked up at me and asked, "How does hypnosis feel?" ”

His tone was calm, and there was nothing different about him.

I touched my head: "It feels, just a sleep." ”

He came over, and I got down from the recliner and sat down.

"That. . . I.. ”

He dragged a stool over and sat across from me: "Hypnosis is interrupted by your subconscious while it is going on, and you can only be forced to stop, so you have to ask yourself, what happened next?" ”

I looked at him in shock: "You... How do you know? ”

"Isn't it weird? Because I'm a psychiatrist, you have to be honest with me, or you have to think about what happened. Only then will I be able to prescribe the right medicine. ”

His tone was kind and patient, and I squinted my eyes and thought carefully about what happened to us. What happened after entering that primeval forest?

I was suddenly horrified to find that I had forgotten.

It was as if that memory had become a blank slate, and what was left? There were only a lot of bits and pieces of memory left floating, and I couldn't catch any of them.

I shook my head: "I'm sorry, I can't remember what happened afterward." ”

He nodded, turned around and walked to the desk: "One of the post-traumatic stress disorders is an avoidant personality, which is to artificially forget something that you have experienced.

So don't you forget, because it's impossible to forget, it's you who deliberately don't think about it, do you really plan not to face it head-on for the rest of your life? ”

As soon as he finished saying this, that kind of picture immediately appeared.

The sound of gunshots, shouts, screams, the roars of wolves, blood, tears, cries, all rushed up.

I yelled, "I just forgot!!! ”

After shouting this sentence, I was obviously stupid, what am I doing?

Why am I inexplicably angry at people? What the am I guilty of?

The ignorant karmic fire just now really came out of nowhere, and it made me feel like it wasn't me at all.

Sitting not far away, he was obviously startled by my sudden roar, but then he calmly took a sip of water: "Hmm... Yes, it seems that I remembered a small part. ”

I reacted to the fact that this old guy had deliberately provoked me with the means he had given me.

I also have to admit that this psychiatrist is very good at many methods, because I don't even know what I fell asleep on.

His control of psychology far surpasses that of many psychology peers, no wonder he is well-known in this city, and there is a certain reason for this.

"I'm sorry Xiaochen, I'm a psychiatrist, my purpose is to cure your psychological problems, I believe you also know the reason why you are here."

I said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be angry, I thought, I should calm down, I'll come back tomorrow." ”

"I still have customers tomorrow, the morning after tomorrow, seven o'clock, remember to come on time."

"Okay, goodbye"

He looked at me and nodded, and I turned and pushed the door open as if I had run away.

The second time I came out of this clinic, the powerful sense of loss resurfaced, and the bustling streets in front of me seemed to have nothing to do with me, and I had a feeling that I had been completely abandoned by this society.

Go home? I didn't want to go back, I turned around and wanted to go to the nearby square to take a walk and relax.

The only good thing about the square not far away is that there are many people, or maybe there is a middle school nearby, there are always a lot of students here to play together or play some skateboarding and other sports, every night a group of aunts dance here square dance and play songs that I don't know where to download, and dance some dances that I can't understand at all with the rhythm of the song.

I really don't understand, or rather, I don't think it's a dance, it's a lot like the recess gymnastics we used to do in school.

On one side of the square is a night market dedicated to stalls, where many laid-off workers and elderly people set up stalls to sell knick-knacks.

The chengguan also came over often, but surprisingly did not interfere too much, just drove through the middle, and occasionally stopped to let some stalls occupy a bit of the street to collect it.

There were already a lot of stalls set up before it got dark today, and I didn't know what to think, so I couldn't help but walk in.

As soon as I entered, it felt wrong, there seemed to be a lot of people gathered in the middle of the night market, and I couldn't see what was going on inside, so I didn't bother to care.

I just looked through a stall selling books.

This stall owner is stretching his neck to go there, now people always like to join in the fun, the more they have nothing to do with themselves, the more they want to watch Lehe, this is the psychology of most people, I don't have the heart to see, because there is nothing to arouse my interest.

"Hey~! Is that the old lady? The female stall owner who was selling clothes came over and said.

"Maybe it's true, I didn't pay the management fee, it seems to have made a fuss."

"Oh my god, I've got to go check it out."

I put the book back, the books here are more children's oriented, and there are basically popular fantasy novels on the Internet around the corner, and I don't have that interest in reading them.

After a general glance, I was about to leave, when I heard someone in the crowd shouting, "How can you hit someone!" Ay!! You can't do it! ”

I didn't know why, but I quickened my pace and walked over.

There was not much crowd, and an old lady could be vaguely seen half-lying on the ground, and someone around had already raised their mobile phones and started shooting.

"No shooting! Shoot the something! ”

A gruff voice came.

I squeezed through the gap where no one was around, and I could see what was going on.

Some of the baskets on the side of the road, which contained a lot of greens, had been knocked over, and an old lady in front of the knocked over stall fell to the ground and begged for something.

She still has a red notebook in her hand, and she doesn't know what the proof is.

I thought it was a disability certificate.

"Don't tell me it's useless! Told you many times! "Two big men with five big and three thick men are facing the old lady on the ground aggressively.

Another person was drinking the people who took out their phones to take pictures.

"You are not allowed to go! You can't leave if you hit someone, I've already called the police! A young man who looked like a student shouted.

"Report! Hurry up! "This big man doesn't seem to be afraid at all, but is confident.

This made the crowd of onlookers choke enough,

Looking at the other side, a big man seemed to have lost his patience, ignored the old lady's pleading, and slapped the red certificate away.

The red book spun in the air in a perfect parabola and landed at my feet.

I bent down and picked it up.

It's a red flip-page certificate, it's broken in some places, it's been taped, it's been some years, and I want to give it back to the old lady, but curiosity makes me subconsciously turn it around and see what's on the front.

I flipped it over, and for a moment I was almost like a fossil nailed to the ground, not a certificate of disability, not a certificate of mental illness, but a large national emblem with a few lines of text written underneath that could tear a family apart: Martyr's Certificate!!

My tears came out instantly, really, I can't describe my feelings in words at that moment, my hands trembled and I took the book in my hand and walked away from the crowd.

When the old lady saw that I had got her things, she kept thanking me.

"Who the are you!"

One of the big men pushed me, I ignored him, and then stood up and looked at the vegetables that had been knocked over the ground, sad, really uncontrollable.

The adopted son returned from the army, and his ambition returned first before he was rewarded, but now he relies on his son's sacrifice certificate in exchange for survival in society.

I don't know if the old lady has any family, and I try to control my emotions when I see her plain clothes and those shabby baskets.

A hand on my shoulder: "Fuck talking to you!" ”

Then I did it, and the anger swept my head away, three people, it wasn't much of a problem for me, of course this is in our country, I can't kill them.

I first knocked down a person in front of me, and then the remaining two people fell to the ground in an instant when they came over scolding, to be honest, life and death have been so many times, a few ordinary people are a hammer!

I'm basically throwing a single punch at each of them and knocking them to the ground, and if it looks like it's like a hooligan fight, that's how it works, and the quickest and simplest way to knock the opponent over is the best way.

Or else? Am I going to do a flip and a fork? Watch fewer movies.

They were all in temporary shock on the ground, and I almost lost control and killed them the whole time.

I stood there, just looking at a few goods on the ground with tears in my eyes, panting heavily between my noses, I was calming my mood, I was calming my murderous aura.

Then the police came and I was taken away.

There is no suspense, I thought about it before I made a move, at most it was just fifteen days of detention and compensation for medical expenses, the injuries of those three people were absolutely no big deal, and they could recover after a while, and there would be no damage.

Originally, I thought it would be fifteen days, no big deal, but when I was locked up in the detention cell at the police station, I saw her again.

It was a magpie, she stood outside and looked at me like a monkey, and I didn't know how to explain it, so I asked why did you come?

"I just came here today to do some business, and I heard that a fierce man knocked over three night market toll collectors, come and have a look."

I sat down in the seat and lay down, "If you're just coming to see, you'd better go back." ”

Then I didn't look at her again, I heard her laugh, and then I went out as if I had made a phone call, and after a while I came back and opened the door: "You can go." ”

I was stunned and just let me go? When will this woman have this right, and I'll be fine with a phone call?

"They were already charging in violation of regulations, and there was no harm to the body, I said you can go, if you don't leave, I will close the door."

I immediately got up and went out: "Let's go." ”

I came out a little overwhelmed and could only say thank you.

The magpie came over: "Follow me out, I'll take you to the door." ”

"Hey, okay."

The magpie walked out, and I hurried to follow, and today she was wearing a small pair of high heels, walking on the floor with a rattling sound, and a police officer's hat on her head, and still having the same short hair as before.

I walked after him, like a prisoner, and she was about to take me to the prison where I was being held.

This time we all had very few words.

When I got to the door, I said thank you and was leaving.

"Hey!"

I turned around and saw her smile and said, "I helped you this time, how can you thank me?" ”

I thought about it, how else can I be grateful?

So he said, "I'll invite you to dinner!" ”

Poof! The magpie covered his mouth and laughed: "Out of breath! Just know to invite me to dinner! ”

I don't know how to take this, isn't it normal to express gratitude for a meal?

"You go back first, I know where your home is, if I have time, I'll go see you."

"Okay, call me in advance."

"Hmmm! Bye. ”

We parted, it was already past ten o'clock at night, and I didn't want to wander outside, so I could only walk quickly in the direction of home.