Lin Su stared at the words on the diary for a long time, and his eyes became a little sluggish.

"Officer Lin? Officer Lin? ”

Lin Su didn't reflect it. It was only after a few seconds that Lin Su came back to his senses and realized that the title Officer Lin seemed to be calling himself. For the sake of the smooth progress of the work, Wang Shen estimated that the psychiatrist sitting in front of Lin Su lied that Lin Su was a policeman. Lin Su closed the notebook in his hand and handed the notebook back to Song Mu.

Song Mu is the psychiatrist in front of him, and he is also the only psychological counselor before Han Mo's death. According to Wang Shen's arrangement, Lin Su came to Song Mu today to seek some clues about Han Mo's daily life. Song Mu can really be called an elegant man, wearing a white coat to set off the lines of his face more handsomely. The eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses were more calm and gentle than his age.

Lin Su glanced at Song Mu again, and seemed to be a bit similar to himself, not only in age, but also in his career achievements. They are all young and promising people.

The psychological counseling room is open and divided into two rooms, the outhouse is the assistant's office area and waiting room, and the inner room is Song Mu's counseling room. The counseling room refers to the layout of the general psychological counseling room, with a single color and simple structure, and Lin Su guesses that it is to soothe the mood of the counselor.

"Doctor Song, this diary ......" Lin Su looked at the notebook in Song Mu's hand, paused, reached into his pocket, and took out his mobile phone. Can I take a few photos of the contents of my diary so that we can analyze the case? ”

"Absolutely." From the first time Lin Su saw Song Mu, Song Mu didn't have too much expression on his face. It is not accurate enough to say that Song Mu is not smiling, because even if Song Mu does not smile, the expression on his face is always very gentle, which makes people feel comfortable.

Lin Su took the diary in Song Mu's hand again, flipped through the pages one by one, and then used the camera of his mobile phone to take pictures and archive them page by page. A few minutes later, Lin Su looked at the photos on his phone, and stayed on the diary for a while, before closing the notebook and handing it back to Song Mu.

"Doctor Song, I believe the purpose of my coming here is that Officer Wang has already told you."

Song Mu stopped what he was doing and nodded. "Officer Lin, if there is anything I can help with, I will fully cooperate."

Lin Su's eyes were still staring at the photos on his phone, and he raised his head when Song Mu's words were finished. "Did Han Mo leave this diary here at the beginning?"

"Yes. Han Mo was still psychologically wary of me at first, and it should be said that she was wary of everyone. She couldn't tell anyone about her past and the mental haze that had accumulated in her psyche. It wasn't until later that she came to me more often for consultations and seemed to have some trust in me. I'm going to ask her to talk to me about her past. But she couldn't speak until one day, when she gave me this diary. It was from this that I learned about her psychological lesions. Since then, this journal has remained with me. Song Mu took advantage of the gap between words and re-read the diary at hand. When Song Mu was flipping through the diary, the expression on his face changed somewhat, regret or sadness. Perhaps, it is a matter of being a doctor, respecting and mourning for one's patients and for the lives lost.

"Judging from the diary, Han Mo's childhood was really miserable." Lin Su clenched his fists as he spoke, pursed his lips and revealed regret that ordinary people could not contain.

"Everyone's life is a mixture of misery and joy, and there is nothing to suffer about in the first place. It's just that for Han Mo, her life seems to be a little more tragic. ”

"Do psychiatrists see it like you do?" Lin Su let go of his fist, not very agreeing with Song Mu's words. Lin Su looked at Song Mu's expression, and his calm face made people feel a little awe.

"Probably. If a psychiatrist can't maintain a relatively neutral attitude towards the joys and pains of life, then how can he still help patients? ”

"But Han Mo died after all." Lin Su looked at Song Mu, and his tone of voice became calm. The notebook in my hand was already open, and the pen between my fingers was about to write something down.

"Speaking of Han Mo's death, from the doctor's point of view, it is more or less my dereliction of duty." Song Mu got up from the chair, walked to the water dispenser, picked up the paper cup and poured a glass of water and put it in front of Lin Su. "I'm sorry, I've been busy with work just now, and I forgot to pour you water."

Lin Su picked up the water cup and took a big sip of water. "Will Han Mo's childhood shadows have any impact on her as an adult? Oh, I mean mentally, and behaviorally. ”

"It's definitely going to have an impact. As far as my observation of Han Mo goes, these childhood shadows have a great impact on her, and they are the direct cause of her depression. ”

"Depression?"

"Well, Han Mo found me mainly because she found out that she had a tendency to depression. Later, after a series of tests and diagnoses, I found out that her depression was of the more severe type. Originally, I suggested that she go to the hospital for some clinical treatment, but she refused. ”

"Do you know the reason for her refusal?" Lin Su stopped the pen in his hand and waited for Song Mu's answer.

"She is a lonely person and a person who is afraid of being alone. She didn't like the environment of the hospital, she found it oppressive and closed. She didn't like the smell of the potions wafting out of the hospital from time to time. I had no choice but to do my best to develop a treatment plan for her. ”

"Did Han Mo's condition improve later?"

Psychosocial interventions combined with basic medication can only stabilize her condition. I think it's very difficult to cure her, but in the process of communicating with her, I found that it still has some effect. At this time, Song Mu's phone rang, it should be his patient. Song Mu made an appointment with the patient and hung up the phone in a hurry. "At that time, I found that Han Mo was obviously much more cheerful, and the symptoms of many people with depression gradually disappeared in her."

"Oh?" Lin Su anxiously interrupted Song Mu's words. "Do you remember when Han Mo's change began? Why? ”

Song Mu recalled, then got up from his chair, walked to a row of filing cabinets, and began to rummage through Han Mo's files. "According to my consultation records, it should have been four years ago, about a year before she died."

"Do you know what the reason for her change?" Lin Su stopped the pen in his hand and looked at the back of Song Mu who was standing not far away.

Song Mu kept looking at the information in his hand, shook his head, and finally put the information in his hand back into the filing cabinet. I tried to ask her why, but she just smiled and shook her head. As a doctor, it's good that your patient's condition improves. As for the reason for making her better, I didn't have to know, so I didn't continue to ask. Song Mu sat back in his chair, flipped through the file folder at hand, and began to familiarize himself with the conditions of other patients while answering Lin Su's questions. Song Mu's pen kept recording some information on the paper in the folder, and suddenly, he stopped his pen, looked up at Lin Su, and continued: "Han Mo's state has not improved for a long time. ”

"What does that mean?" Lin Su's eyes collided with Song Mu's eyes, and no one avoided them.

That is, Han Mo's state before she died, and her mood seemed to have become very low overnight. At that time, if I had paid more attention, I might not have caused such a tragedy. Song Mu frowned slightly, and quickly stretched out again, continuing to look down at the files of other patients.

"Do you know the reason for this time?"

Song Mu still shook his head.

"As a psychologist, it should be my job to find out the cause of the patient's low mood, right?"

After listening to Lin Su's words, Song Mu raised his head, pushed the black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, clenched his hands into fists, pressed his chin against his fist, looked at Lin Su, and was silent for a while. "That's true. As Han Mo's psychiatrist, it is my dereliction of duty to do this. I tried to ask her why, but she was resistant. As soon as I mention this topic, it seems that all the conversation cannot proceed calmly. I originally planned to wait for her to calm down, and then slowly find out the crux of the problem and enlighten her. But time is not always the medicine for forgetting, and before I could reach that time, Han Mo committed suicide. ”

"Suicide? Do you also think Han Mo committed suicide? Lin Su's eyes never took off Song Mu's face.

"Isn't that your police's conclusion, to be precise?"

"What about you? What do you think? From the point of view of a psychologist? ”

"From a bystander's point of view, I would also support the police's point of view. As I said just now, Han Mo was very depressed before committing suicide. Such emotions can be fatal for a person with moderate to severe depression. ”

"In your opinion, what will be the reason for Han Mo's mood ups and downs?"

Song Mu smiled and took a sip of the water in the cup. "Officer Lin, I can't compare to your police in reasoning ability. But ......" Song Mu put away the smile on his face, revealing his usual rigorous look. "I don't think it's hard to guess why. It should be a man who can make a woman's emotions fluctuate so much. ”

After listening to Song Mu's words, Lin Su fell into deep thought, and the tip of his pen kept tapping on the notebook. "Did Han Mo mention the man you were talking about?"

"Nope. She talked to me about almost every aspect of her life, except for 'him'. However, this is only my guess, and it is up to you police to make the final decision. ”

There was a knock at the door. Then, the assistant walked in and reminded Song Mu that it was time for the next patient's appointment.

"Dr. Song, thank you for the information. I'm not going to bother you with work, goodbye. ”

"Goodbye."