The sun rises as usual, and no one cares that there is one less person in some corner of the world, who wants to live, who has to walk, who has done everything for that breath of oxygen, and who has no time to care about others.

T turned the teacup in one direction, raised it, and took a sip, sure enough, they were all liars, where did they come from a faint sweetness, only endless bitterness, just like life......

T thinks that he can't learn to be happy in suffering, because he is not tired of suffering, he is not happy, and there is really no need for great joy and sorrow.

To make yourself live a normal life, T stands in front of the mirror, the corners of his mouth move to both sides, this is a smile, as long as you learn this, you can solve a lot of problems, and you don't reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

Everything in the studio was almost done, and T decided to go out, which he did every week, to go to a crowded place so that he would not panic when he saw people, and he would be more happy than living things or lifeless things.

T bought a cup of fruit tea and went to a nearby scenic spot, lush trees, although there were a lot of people, it didn't feel noisy, T was happy with the place.

"What a good-looking little brother! Can I ask for your contact details? One of the two girls who came over, T saw her and the people around her pushing and shoving for a long time.

"Uh...."T was a little flustered, he hadn't dealt with this kind of thing, he rarely went out before, if it wasn't for better concealment of himself, he was reluctant to go out, his impression of this city was only limited to the Chinese New Year when he was a child, his parents came back, and they would take him to the city once, thinking of this, T suddenly felt a little cold.

"No...."T spoke, and before he could finish speaking, a hand suddenly appeared on his shoulder.

"Two girls, I'm sorry, this is my boyfriend." The man walked up to T.

There is no rebuttal, it is good to solve the trouble.

The two girls left disappointed.

T continued walking, completely ignoring the hand on his shoulder, the truth of which he didn't want to touch and throw the dress away when he got back.

"My name is M, what about you?" Miss M strode up to T.

T drank the fruit tea and ignored it, forgiving him for not knowing how to answer.

M patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "If you're sick, you'll have to be cured, boy." ”

T frowned, he was still too shallow.

"I'm a psychiatrist, and you can come to me if you need to." Miss M handed him a business card and left.

Back home, looking at this business card on the workbench, T pondered.

Psychiatrist? This profession did not impress him, but he did have shortcomings, and he had to admit that maybe he really needed it, and needed to use this to improve himself.

It's not that he hasn't dabbled in these, over the years, in order to pass the boring time, he has learned a lot of things, but his main interest is criminal psychology, which leads him to ignore the precautions of normal interpersonal relationships, he only cares about knowing why those people commit crimes, but he didn't expect that he would become those people one day.

It's ridiculous, T's fingers tap the tabletop, and if you listen closely, you will find that the frequency is surprisingly consistent.

I turned on the computer and, according to the business card, found the person, Miss M.

"I'm T."

"Hello, what? Figured it out? ”

T did not answer.

"Isn't it curious why I found out?" Aren't you curious why I'm looking for you? The latter sentence, Miss M did not post.

T still doesn't answer.

"Because you're different from us"

Seeing this, T subconsciously clenched his hands.

"Your behavior towards those two girls asking for your contact information is not just resistance, but disgust, even fear, I think you should get rid of the habit of clenching your hands when you are nervous, and don't look wild."

T saw it and let go of his hand.

"It's simple, I can only say that you have a social phobia, but I don't think any boy would come to these places alone, and you will be very careful about the distance between you and others when you walk, and deliberately avoid it, and I don't rule out that you are a little autistic......"

"So what should I do?"

"I naturally have a way, otherwise I won't give you a business card" The prey took the bait, heh.

"So?"

"Do you want to be cured, or cover up, in fact, this is not rigorous, and few psychological problems can be completely cured"

"Cover up." Seems to be a very funny person, guiding me a little bit? I don't kill innocent people, but the people who found me don't seem to be innocent people, and they want to investigate.

"You're coming tomorrow and you're going to be assisted by medicine."

"Hmm"

Closing the dialog, T went back to the workbench, made the dolls, five in all, left his own, and sent the mute ones back. The rest of the contact customers, isn't it a little monotonous, T looked at the remaining materials, made a few roses, and engraved the time of each doll to commemorate the people.

When I looked up again, it was already a little dark, so I had a simple dinner, washed up, and went to rest.

[Author: It's too difficult for me, I have to make up 10,000 words...... So I'm going to use spelling to get my fighting spirits up, but I'm not going to be hydrographic.

Oh my God, what about my other novel.......]