Mi Yi came to the psychological clinic for the weekend, but did not see the weekend and did not see Anna.

Only a new customer service robot, somewhat like Anna, told him with a smile that he could wait in the reception room.

Mi Yi said helplessly: "Wait for Dr. Zhou to come back and tell her." Then he went back to find Miel.

At this time, Weekend was in an emergency room in the hospital with Anna.

Today, she received a call from the police station saying that there was a prisoner who was behaving strangely and needed psychological counseling. She hurried over with Anna.

When I arrived, I found that it was really a person who "behaved strangely".

That man is the boss of a social gang, nicknamed "Brother Knife", everyone knows that this is a ruthless person when you hear this name, and it is said that he always carries a knife. This time he was reported and the police went to arrest him. Maybe it happened suddenly, the arrest went smoothly, and he was arrested by the police without much resistance.

When a police officer searched him, he found a short knife in his pants, which, although it was in a scabbard, was sure to be confiscated.

But at this time, "Brother Dao" shouted loudly: "Don't take my knife, don't, please!" ”

The officer ignored him and took his knife away. Because of his shouting, he realized that this knife might be different, and he deliberately pulled it out to check, it was a shiny, sharp knife, other than that, it didn't seem to be anything special. He began to inspect the scabbard again, and apart from the fact that the craftsmanship was good, he didn't see anything special.

Just as he was puzzled, he saw that the "Brother Knife" had knelt down, his face was blue, his lips trembled, and he begged: "Please, return the knife to me quickly!" ”

Seeing his suspicious appearance, the police officer was even more convinced that there must be something wrong with the knife, and quickly handed it over to the captain, and told the captain in detail about his findings and suspicions.

The captain took the knife, looked at the scabbard, and then pulled out the knife to look at the knife, but he didn't find too much, so he ordered: "Take it back to the police station first, hand it over to the Physical Evidence Bureau for inspection, and bring the prisoner back to the police station and close the team!" ”

Then came a cry: "Get up, be honest!" Why are you lying on the ground? Get up—Captain, he's mad! ”

I saw that "Brother Dao" was already lying on the ground, his face was red, his forehead was sweating, but the muscles on his face were twitching, like a controlled puppet was dancing wildly, and his body was trembling.

The crooked mouth was still muttering, "Knife, knife, give me the knife!" ”

But at an arrest scene, how can the police give a sharp knife to a suspect?

I saw that Brother Dao's body was twitching more and more, and white foam appeared at the corners of his mouth, and the person seemed to have lost consciousness.

The captain squatted down, checked it, and could only order: "Send it to the hospital, and at the same time be on guard!" ”

Vigilantly sent the person to the hospital all the way, and the doctor said that the person was really unconscious, and it was not that the suspect had any "tricks". But after rescuing the person, his state still did not improve much, and he kept chanting "knife, knife". Of course, the doctor could not have given him a knife, so he convulsed, trembled, and convulsed...... The doctor could only give him a tranquilizer.

This baffled both doctors and the police.

If it is said that "Brother Dao" wants to play tricks and then abscond, how can he escape if he is unconscious?

Later, a more experienced doctor said, "Could it be safety blanket syndrome?" ”

"Safety blanket...... Syndrome? ”

"That's right, a mental illness. The name comes from a very old cartoon, there used to be a Snoopy cartoon with a little boy named Linus who always dragged a blanket wherever he went. As soon as he leaves the blanket, he gets upset, and when he loses it, he panics. In other words, the blanket is to give Linus a sense of security. This guy can't do without his knife. “

The police officer listened and thought it made sense. It turns out that the reason why it is called "Brother Knife" is because "the knife can't be separated"? But according to the regulations, they must not allow a suspect to have a knife in his hand.

The police officer frowned, thought for a moment, and decided that since it was a mental illness, he would call a psychiatrist first to find out the situation.

So the weekend when the business of providing legal assistance and psychological counseling came to the scene.

"Is there any way to do it?"

"I can talk to him and find out what's going on. But it takes time for this kind of psychological problem to be cleared," Weekend took out a sheathed knife from her bag, about the length of her hand, "Is it okay to give him a silver knife like this first, so that he can regain a little bit of his behavior?" ”

The officer took the knife.

It's a delicate craft. The scabbard is hollowed out, and when the knife is drawn, it is shining silver, which is very beautiful. Holding out a finger, I wanted to try the blade, but I heard Weekend laugh next to me and say, "I can probably use it to cut a slice of cheese." ”

The officer gently slashed his finger with the knife, leaving no traces, and with a little more force, the knife was bent, and he couldn't help laughing.

If a suspect is arrested, of course, a case must be filed and interrogated, and "Brother Dao" cannot be kept lying in the hospital on tranquilizers.

"Valuable, isn't it? Are you willing? “

"Just give me back then. When the patient realizes his or her dependence, he or she can slowly reduce the dependence or find a substitute. ”

At this time, a nurse came and said that the person inside was awake.

Weekend walked in with the officer.

Seeing "Brother Dao" lying on it, sweating on his forehead, clenching his teeth, as if he was enduring great pain, his hands clenched into fists but trembling uncontrollably, he looked like an elderly Parkinson's disease patient.

Seeing the police officer coming in, he struggled and begged: "Give me the knife, please, I promise not to pull it out." ”

Weekend looked at "Brother Knife", then at the police officer, and handed the silver knife in his hand to him, "You can take it first." ”

"Brother Knife" pounced and grabbed the knife.

"Thank you." With his scabbard in both hands, he leaned his back against the wall, looked up at the ceiling, and took several deep breaths. Then jump off it, put the knife in your pants pocket, put your shoes on.

"I can go back to the police station with you." "Brother Knife" walked up to the officer and stretched out his hands, "But this knife ......"

"This knife is mine, I can borrow it from you first." Weekend walked up to a distance of more than a meter in front of him: "I'm a psychiatrist, Weekend. ”

"Psychiatrist?" "Brother Dao" muttered a few times, "What do you mean, I'm mentally ill?" I'm just a little nervous, I don't hold the knife and I can't sleep at night......"

"yes, it's too nervous and sometimes it's uncomfortable." Weekend nodded.

When the police officer next to him heard this, his face suddenly showed a sudden realization.

The person who reported "Brother Dao" this time was one of his wives!

No wonder, a man with a reputation for murder still holds a knife when he rolls orders with you, what does the woman think psychologically? It can't be soft!