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Dense raindrops hit the window, Emilia, Emilia Browning, should say Dr. Browning. After a lengthy, coaching session, she needed time to sort out her mood.

This is her professionalism, and when the patient is around, she will be the most faithful listener and the most relaxing comforter. Here, this enclosed, comfortable office is the safest haven for patients. But when Emilia is the only one left here, well, she has the right to use the resources she says she has to provide comfort for herself.

"Take a deep breath. The psychiatrist stared into the floor-to-ceiling window that reflected his image darkly, and said, "Amilia, take a deep breath. ”

"You're safe here, Amilia. She said to the raindrop-torn image of herself, "It's just you and me, you can say anything here, I'm here to help you." ”

Things outside the dark window, cut into countless pieces by the dense rain lines. The scrambled image took a deep breath, "I'm scared, he's strange to me, I, I'm afraid he's going to hurt me......!"

Emily, who was standing in front of the window, stretched out her hand and pressed the window to make her image coincide with her palm, "It's okay, you can sue me." Don't jump to conclusions, tell me why you're here?"

As above, don't jump to conclusions, this young, beautiful doctor is not crazy, she's, well, simulated. Mock. What would it be like if she were a patient when she saw a psychiatrist?

It was almost the scene now, and she fearfully voiced the fears that she didn't even recognize, and then waited for the doctor who was supposed to unravel her to sink into her heart little by little......

The simulation continued.

"He became agitated and irritable. Start saying something to yourself that is 'not safe anymore'...... And, and I saw him, his face was in. In the ...... of decay, the image of the dark glass kind opens up their hearts little by little.

The office door was pushed open.

James held the doorknob and looked at the female doctor standing in front of the window, "Your assistant said I could just come in." ”

The image of the raindrops shattered by the floor-to-ceiling windows vanished, obscured by the drawn curtains, and Emilia had a professional smile on her face, "Of course, Detective, Detective Lance, right?" She walked towards the heart of this safe haven. Motioning to the detective, "Sit here." ”

James closed the door, casually brushed the water stain off his shoulder, and took out a copy of the text from his arms, "Sorry I'm late." He walked over to the doctor, who was already sitting on the couch that looked very comfortable, handed out the text, and pouted, "Three hours have passed. Please sign and I'll be on time next time. ”

Emilia looked at Wen Jiàn, who was handed to her. This is the 'attendance sheet', the detective in front of her is forced to undergo psychological counseling, and now she is handed a proof of progress in this counseling.

Emilia waited for a while, looked up at James, and saw that the young detective was not joking, and insisted on holding Wen Jiàn in front of her. The thumb is still pressed against the pen that has been pulled out of the cap.

Emilia sighed in her heart, why are the police all like this! They always despise psychological counseling so much, and treat the psychological shadows caused by trauma as child's play.

"Good. Emilia took the paper, grabbed James's pen, and opened the place where it needed to be signed. It's down.

James's gaze had turned away, casually scanning the room. The general's son has been in the interrogation room, the torture room, and the physical examination room, all of which are places with a cold and hard metal feel. But like this kind of psychological counseling in the living room of an ordinary family, uh, room, he hasn't been in yet.

The text jiàn was handed back. James took it, nodded at the female doctor, and turned to leave. Well, it's as simple as his partner Corson said. Although James promised that he would not eat it next time, do you guess this is true or false?

James had just walked to the door when his footsteps stopped, one hand, flipping through the text, and staring at the signature under the text with a frowning brow, 'Doctor Pudding'.

James thought for a moment, opened the door, and looked at the name tag on the door, 'Dr. Emilia Browning'. Closing the door, he turned his head to the female doctor who was still sitting on the sofa, and handed out the text again, "What is this?"

"Signed. Emilia looked up and looked at James with a smile, "You want an autograph, I'll give you one." Any questions?"

"Yes. James frowned and looked at the female doctor with light makeup, "There's a problem, you signed the wrong one." It's browning, not pudding. ”

"Wrong?" Emilia looked surprised as she took the autograph that Wen Jiàn looked at her. Seemingly surprised by his clerical error, he pointed to his signature and smiled at the frowning James, "Hehe, what was I thinking? Pudding, sorry! ”

After laughing, Emilia closed the jiàn, handed it back to James, and began to rummage through the information in her hand.

James was stunned, hesitated to take the text that still had the signature of 'Dr. Pudding', and asked tentatively, "Dr. Browning?"

"Huh?" Emilia tilted her head and continued to read her profile, as if she didn't mean to look at James.

"Dr. Browning. James lowered his face and shouted again in a low voice.

Emilia looked up impatiently, looked at James suspiciously, and spread her hands, "What!

James was stunned again, then frowned and looked into the other's eyes, "Aren't you going to change it?" Browning?"

"Change what?" Emilia seemed to be genuinely confused.

James stared at Amilia, as if to find out what the woman was thinking, took a deep breath, spread out the text, pointed to the wrong signature, and explained one by one, "You signed the wrong one, please correct it." ”

"Oh!" Emilia blinked, as if reminded, "that's what you say." Her outstretched hand was just halfway raised, and as soon as she shrugged her shoulders, she was about to touch Wen Jiàn's hand and withdrew it, "Well-" She lengthened her voice and lowered her head. He waved his hand with an indifferent look, "Forget it, it's troublesome." No one will look at it anyway. ”

James looked at the female doctor with some surprise and blinked unconsciously.

After being silent for half a minute, James directly put the spread out text on Emilia's hand and said gloomily. "Dr. Browning, please don't joke about this kind of thing, it's going to go into my file. ”

Emilia looked at Wen Jiàn, who was forcibly placed in front of her, and calmly put it aside, "Are you kidding?" she stood up, walked to her desk, and shook her head with a smile, "Detective, a wrong signature is the last thing you have to worry about leaving a stain on your file." ”

James frowned. Staring at the female doctor, "What do you mean?" ”

Emilia gestured to the wall clock on the wall, "You're three hours late, and you've missed your treatment time 'very conveniently'. Emilia made a quotation mark motion, "It's irresponsible." Then he calmly continued, "And you lied to my face that you would be on time next time." ”

James already had a hunch. He wouldn't like the direction of the conversation.

Emilia pulled a document out of the drawer and shook it at James. "It's not like you. She shrugged, "I'm going to take my business very seriously." I read your profile. She casually flipped through James's information, "I've been a police detective since I first came to Patton, and I'm the only son of a general, and in fact, I admire you." Emilia pursed her lips. In order to increase the persuasiveness, he nodded slightly.

"But. "Of course there will be," I thought. Emilia shook her head regretfully, "You're going to say goodbye to your detective career and let your famous father down." Well. I guess. Emilia looked at James with a searching.

Naturally, the female doctor didn't know what James cared about. That's right, the psychologist's psychoanalysis of James Lance has now begun.

James's expression shifted visibly, and his thick arms were folded across his chest, staring at Amilia.

"Whew. Emilia watched as James raised an eyebrow, the elongated note turned, and a slender finger pointed at James's body, turning a few times, "Reflexive self-preservation mode, wanting to put herself in the position of a bystander." I was told about something important, and I tried to analyze whether what I said was correct or not in a way that jumped out. She chuckled, "You don't believe I can make you lose your job, do you?"

James frowned and lowered his hand, uncomfortable, for he didn't know where to put it.

Emilia smiled and shook her head, "You should trust me. She tilted her head, as if impatient to explain, put away her smile and looked at James seriously, "You're the worst type, you're violent." ”

She flipped through the materials on her desk and clicked somewhere, "That's why you're forced to be admitted to the hospital." You've come out as an ordinary citizen and threatened the lives of others, think about what kind of damage you can do as a police officer with a weapon. ”

Emilia closed the information, "So as a doctor, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not. She stared into James's eyes with self-deprecation, "You're not the first cop to come in, so I know you, cop." You think we psychiatrists are all bastards. ”

Emilia shrugged, "Don't be embarrassed, for me, you too." Emilia chuckled, "Lance. ”

The corner of James' eye twitched.

"I don't care about treating you. Emilia continued, "I don't think you think you're sick. So my goal is just to keep you from causing harm to others. Emilia paused for a moment, "If you don't cooperate with me to achieve what I want, I'm sorry, I'm going to make you lose your status as a police officer." ”

Emilia lowered her head and began to write something on a piece of paper.

"What do you write again. James grimaced, and unconsciously walked forward, trying to see clearly.

"You. Emilia replied without concealment, "Irresponsible, lying, how uncooperative you are with my treatment, you are the security maintainer of Barton City, considering the bad influence you will cause, my assessment is that you are no longer fit to take on the ......"

"Three hours. James was already sitting on the soft couch, straightening his clothes, and interrupted Emilia with an expressionless voice, "Let's begin." And, again, sorry for my tardiness. ”

Emilia raised her eyebrows, and casually threw the scribbled draft into the trash, "Let me start, Lance Detective ......" (a good activity for pie in the sky, cool mobile phones are waiting for you to get!Follow up~點/Official account (WeChat add friends-add public account-enter dd), participate immediately! Everyone has a prize, now immediately pay attention to dd WeChat public account!) (To be continued......)