"Skull." Freud spat out these two words softly, and the white breath quickly drowned in the cold air of the dark room.

"What, what?" Ziqi didn't hear it clearly.

"Skull." Floyd said in an accentuated tone, holding out two fingers, "Two skulls." ”

"Two skulls? You mean there are two skulls on the platform? Ziqi asked loudly.

"Yes."

Like, it's not a big deal?

Ziqi was silent.

It was at this time that Freud broke out.

"Skull!" Floyd clenched his fists and shouted, "Rongge actually saw the skull in his dream, this is really dangerous, extremely dangerous!" ”

"Why?" Ziqi muttered.

Since it is a dream, no matter how absurd it is, it is not bizarre, Ziqi really can't see what is dangerous about dreaming of a skull.

"You don't understand?" Freud asked rhetorically with burning eyes, as if this was something that everyone understood and understood at a glance.

Ziqi shook his head.

"That smart little girl next to her." Freud turned his gaze to Lingling, "You don't understand either?" ”

"I think you think it's a psychological suggestion." Lingling said.

"Hmph, you really understand." Freud nodded with satisfaction.

Psychological suggestion?

Ziqi felt that he was in a boundless quagmire, and he was constantly sinking.

Obviously, Lingling understands, but her conversation with Freud is like playing a dumb riddle, not only does not solve Ziqi's doubts, but only deepens the mystery.

"Let me tell you." Sigmund Freud held out a hand and said, "Dreams are not meaningless, on the contrary, dreams are very important things, because dreams are the most reflective of one's desires." ”

Dream?

Desire?

Freud?

Ziqi faintly felt that there was a connection.

Could it be that this old guy in front of him also has a deep study of dreams, just like the famous bearded man in the real world?

"So, I'm very nervous." Freud continued, "Because I smelled something very dangerous from Jonge's dreams. So, I asked, what kind of skulls are these? ”

Ziqi pricked up his ears to listen, and he also wanted to know what was so special about these two skulls.

"They were two very different skulls, and I distinctly remember the way Rongge disapked him when he said this. To be more specific, I emphasize. Okay, Rongge thought for a moment and said, the two skulls looked quite old, they looked so old, there were cracks everywhere, and every crack was filled with dust. Instead of walking over and picking up the skull to examine it closely, I fell into a trance. Freud said at this point and suddenly put a hand on his heart, "At that time, I could clearly feel my heart beating violently in my chest, why did you fall into a trance?" I asked softly. This, Rongge smiled, as bright as a rose, and I can't remember exactly. No, I interrupted her, you must remember why you are in a trance! ”

"This, is this important?" Ziqi asked in a low voice.

Rongge was stunned, she seemed to notice that my tone had changed. Freud ignored Ziqi's question, but continued to talk to himself, "Say, why are you in a trance? I asked again, and Rongge's smile immediately faded. It's quiet, it's quiet, except for the sound of heartbeat, it's not just me, I feel that both Jung and Adler's hearts are starting to beat violently. Perhaps, maybe the skull doesn't scare me, Jung muttered. Not afraid? My voice is a little louder, why aren't you scared when you see a little girl? Rong Ge was immediately speechless, and she didn't seem to understand why I was so obsessed with this question. ”

She definitely didn't understand, Ziqi thought secretly.

Not just Rong, there is no one in this world who understands why you care so much about this.

Because, the old man in front of him is a mental patient at all!

"Maybe, maybe, Adler on the side spoke, maybe Rongge felt that the skull was not unfamiliar, it gave people a very familiar feeling, so, she was not afraid? Hmph, I snorted heavily, glanced at Adler, and asked you? I whispered. I saw the corners of Adler's lips twitch slightly, but he didn't say anything and quickly buried his head. ”

Ziqi listened quietly, but he felt very depressed.

He suddenly felt that Freud in front of him was gradually shedding his coat, revealing his true face little by little.

This is a person who is too difficult to get along with because he has a strong desire to control.

It seems that Rongge and Adler are not having a good time.

"Rongge is perfect." Floyd looked into the thin air and continued, "Even the frowning look is so moving. I immediately focused on Jung after reprimanding Adler, and I knew she was thinking fast, how she wanted to respond to me, and I waited silently. Soon, the slightly frowning brow bloomed again, and Rongge's small rose bloomed again. Father, Rongge screamed sweetly. Well? I deliberately made a serious face. Father, Jung said with a smile, Adler was right, I wasn't scared because the skull did give me a familiar feeling. Do both skulls give you familiar feelings? I asked. Well, Rongge laughed again. Okay, I laughed too, what kind of two skulls are these? I asked again, and Rongge's smile instantly stiffened. ”

Ziqi felt his face stiffen as well.

I've already asked this question.

Such repeated torture is simply a cruel punishment.

"Ah, Rongge said with a slight squint, I can't remember, I can't remember. Can't remember? No, since it can give you a familiar feeling, how can you not remember! Unable to speak, as helpless as a little flower swaying in the wind, I could clearly see that she turned her gaze to Adler. Adler didn't speak, but his eyes seemed to tell her what to say. Say, what kind of skull is that? I asked for the third time. Yes, it was vicissitudes, old, lying on a platform flickering by fire, dusty and dirty, but it was not miserable, it was not terrifying, but it was harmonious, very peaceful. Okay, I nodded and asked the next question. ”

Next question?

There are so many questions.

Ziqi constantly asked himself, if he was one of Adler or Jung, how would he live with Freud?

I'm afraid there is no other way but to escape.

Now he finally understood why Freud had been struggling with the question of whether he was a god or not.

Because he wants to control the people around him like a god.

Not only is it disgusting, it's suffocating!

"Who do you think these two skulls belong to?" Floyd shouted.

"Me? I don't know? Ziqi felt inexplicable.

"He didn't talk to you." The spirit beside him whispered.

Didn't talk to me?

Ziqi immediately understood that this was Freud's question to Xiang Rongge.

"I, I, I don't know. My lovely Rongge stammered. How could you not know? I said with a smile. No, I really don't know, it's just a dream I had, and it doesn't mean anything. Right! It's just a dream, it doesn't mean anything. I responded, so, don't be nervous, tell me, I leaned over Rongge's lips and whispered, whose are those two skulls? ”

"Enough!" Ziqi suddenly roared loudly, "You madman, why do you question your daughter like this, I don't see the point of doing this at all? ”

Ziqi was sad, he was sad for Rongge.

This old man is simply not human, and the beautiful Rongge is probably living in purgatory every day.

"You're wrong." Floyd began to shake his head, "Of course it makes sense. ”

"What's the point?" Ziqi immediately asked.

"Psychological suggestion."

"What psychological suggestion? What exactly are you talking about? ”

"Hmph." Floyd stopped shaking, "You kid should know that I was a doctor before I became the head of the Wind Turbine. ”

"So, so what?"

"That means I know a lot about the human body." Sigmund Freud held out a hand and said, "Not just physically, but mentally as well, I know everything." Dreams may seem ethereal and absurd, but I value them very much because I understand that dreams reflect a person's latent desires. ”

"Even if it's it." Ziqi replied coldly, "But what does the skull represent?" ”

"The skull," Freud said slowly, holding out a finger toward the void, "represents death." ”

"Death? What death? Who died? ”

"Here's the problem! Hahaha. Freud burst out laughing, "Jung dreamed of skulls, which means that he subconsciously wanted a certain life to die, and besides, she also dreamed of two, so I have to find out whose two skulls are." ”

"This, that's too far-fetched, isn't it?" Ziqi muttered.

"No, it's not far-fetched at all." Floyd continued, "When I asked again who the two skulls were, Jung struggled, and finally she fell silent. Do you know that my poor Rongge actually looks righteous and awe-inspiring, do you know what that means? ”

"What does it represent?" Ziqi asked.

"Representative," Floyd said, staring into Ziqi's eyes, "she knew whose skulls they belonged to, but she refused to tell me." ”

Hmph, she doesn't want to say it, because she loves you, but also because she is afraid of you.

Ziqi thought to himself.

Because, it couldn't be more obvious, one of the skulls is you, Freud!

"At this moment, Adler pulled the corner of Larong's coat, and I saw the two men secretly exchange glances." Floyd smiled and said, "They thought I didn't see it, but nothing escaped my eyes." After communicating with Adler, Jung finally spoke. ”