"So how many ways do you prepare?" Zach asked casually.

"Well, about seventeen...... Sixteen in it. Yang pinched his fingers and counted them.

"Perverted." Zach pouted.

Yang just touched his nose and didn't speak.

……

At this time, the doctor came back with a large mess of things.

He lowered all the bags to the ground, and Yang pounced on them for a few moments, pulling out a set of clothes, including a hooded sweatshirt.

"Are you in such a hurry to change your clothes?" Zach glanced at Yang.

"Nonsense, don't forget that I'm going to shine after dark." Yang left a sentence and walked to the bathroom with his clothes.

"Ahh Yang suddenly turned to look at the doctor, "You didn't buy panties, did you?" ”

"What? You didn't tell me I had to buy even underwear. The doctor looked at Zach with an innocent expression.

"Uh...... I don't think it's better to settle these more intimate items separately, right? Zach blinked.

"Besides, I don't need it myself~"

"Me too." The doctor shrugged.

"Wait, aren't you both wearing panties?" The corners of Yang's mouth twitched.

"I don't wear it."

Zach and the doctor said in unison.

"Uh, okay." Yang rolled his eyes, turned and walked into the bathroom.

……

After rearranging his clothes, Yang walked out of the bathroom.

He took out another pair of glasses from Zach's backpack that were identical to Zach's.

Probably because he has been with this guy for a long time, Yang has also begun to learn from Zack, and use these strange devices more skillfully.

"I think it's better for me to see my psychiatrist myself, and you two can move freely."

Yang pointed to the glasses hanging from his face and said to Zack, "Keep in touch." ”

"Hey, wait, where are we going?" Zach sat on the bench and spread his hands.

"Whatever you want, eh...... Have some fun on your own, or go back to the hotel, whatever you want. ”

Yang waved his hand.

When Zach was about to say something, he found that Yang's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

"I don't think it's a good idea......" Zach glanced blankly at the doctor standing beside him.

"Actually, I don't think it's a good idea, but now that he's the leader, I'll have to listen to him for everything, so I suggest we have some fun ourselves, oh yes, or we can talk about not wearing underwear......" The doctor relished.

"Thank you."

Zach got up with his computer in his arms and walked towards the exit of the mall.

"Eh, wait for me." The doctor picked up a pile of miscellaneous items on the ground and quickly caught up with Zach.

……

…

About ten minutes later, Yang appeared in a café in the center of the city.

In fact, this kind of gentle and elegant place, whether it is for Yang or Luo, is relatively unfamiliar, and the two usually do not haunt this kind of place, but the place of meeting this time is not decided by Yang.

Yang found a place by the window and sat down, ordered a casual cup of coffee, and waited for another person to appear.

……

About this psychiatrist.

Just like Yang told Zach before.

He came all the way here, naturally not to take revenge for her help to Luo in the first place.

It can only be said that everything is very coincidental, when Yang was investigating Zhou Wen's relevant information, this woman automatically appeared in his field of vision.

Before investigating this person, Yang had always thought that the other party was nothing more than a slightly younger psychiatrist.

After all, the other party is in all the conversations of Luo, and Yang, as a bystander, can clearly judge the general state of the other party.

At the beginning of the two of them, some rules were set.

The first of these is that all conversations between the two parties do not involve the real identity of the individual. For Law, this is very much in line with his requirements. As a mercenary, you can't tell your doctor - sister, I killed a dozen people today, and I don't feel good......

Because of the existence of this rule, in the previous conversations between Luo and his doctor, although Yang knew a lot of things related to the other party, he did not know the identity information of the other party.

He found it by accident while investigating.

I have to say that when he obtained this information, the first thing that came to Yang's mind was indeed the torture methods he had designed before. After all, during the time he was locked up in the small dark room, if Luo didn't have this psychiatrist who had been helping him with emotional problems, the frequency of his dominance might have increased a lot.

From a certain point of view, the psychiatrist is also Luo's "accomplice".

But now for Yang, the most important thing is his own life after all.

It would be boring to burp after a few more months.

He was imprisoned for seven years.

To be precise, since he was born, he has not really lived.

Before the age of nine, it was the child named Luo Yang who was alive, and after the age of nine, it was Luo who had been in the lead and lived for him.

Yang, on the other hand, has always been a bystander and has no right to speak.

Now that he is finally able to control his life, he naturally hopes that he can play for a longer time......

So he could only try to suppress the dark thoughts in his head.

……

Therefore, Yang specially looked through all the communication records between Luo and the psychiatrist in the past, and told the other party that he had come to China and hoped to meet with the psychiatrist he had known for nearly three years.

In the name of Luo, of course.

……

…

He glanced at the clock in the café.

I found that it was not that the other party was late, but that I had arrived nearly twenty minutes early.

Yang tapped his fingers on the tabletop.

The steaming cup of coffee on the table was not interested in tasting it.

In fact, he should have more Chinese ingredients in his bones than Luo, so he is not very cold about things like coffee.

Yang pulled out a notepad about the size of a palm from his pocket.

It is a paper notepad with a solid black leather jacket and a fountain pen inside.

He drew his pen, pondered for a moment, and then buried himself in writing something on his notepad.

After a while, Yang stopped writing, held his chin and thought for a moment, and then continued to write.

It's a habit he's only recently developed.

About two weeks ago.

It was when he learned from Johnny that he didn't have much to live.

……

(End of chapter)