Zuo Qing's clinic is located in the commercial center of Yu City, it is very large, clean and beautiful, and the interior decoration is the same color as the doctor's white coat - white! The style looks very high-end, you can guess that it will cost a lot of money to achieve such a level, you can also imagine what kind of race people will be able to come here to see mental illness, and how honored it is to be able to experience it for free! This is Ji Kun's first feeling.

Lin Shu, a person who has never seen the market, simply played the scene of Lin Daiyu's first sight of the Grand View Garden vividly, and when he touched the globe placed next to him, he had to wipe his hands clean with his clothes and touch them, for fear of soiling other people's things.

"What a place!" Ji Kun sat on the sofa, the softness of the sofa made his whole person feel indescribably comfortable, and his body involuntarily lay down, making a Beijing paralysis. At this moment, Ji Kun knew why so many people were crazy for money, and why He Shen and Lord Hehe were greedy for half of the Qing Dynasty treasury, just for themselves to be comfortable no matter whether they were sitting, lying down, or doing anything, doing things in their hands, but their hearts were as sweet as honey, and it was not good to feel tired and stressed by doing anything.

"In the future, if I can come to Yu City to open an office, I will also make it so magnificent, it's just too forced!" Ji Kun looked around the clinic, and there was no place where he could find a flaw.

"Shouting little monster," Peng Yingsi looked at Ji Kun with disdain, "You don't know how strong Senior Zuo Qing's ability is." ”

"Everyone, a good treatment environment is more conducive to the recovery of patients, especially the more sensitive aspect of psychological medicine." Zuo Qing was very calm, and did not show any bad looks to Ji Kun and Lin Shu, who had made an abnormal reaction, but patiently explained.

Each person had a cup of tea in front of him, which was poured by Zuo Qing for a few guests when a few people were slightly greeting.

"If there is anything you don't understand about this case, let's talk about it, I may be able to help you analyze it from another angle." didn't say much about the off-topic topic, and Zuo Qing began to jump on the topic.

Peng Yingsi was obviously a fanatic who took Zuo Qing's words, and directly introduced the four cases one by one, but she still had a bit of police professional ethics, and she didn't say anything that couldn't be said. For example, the four small red tokens that appeared on the scene were the information of the Divine Punishment website.

All that can be said is finished, and Ji Kun can't interject at all after an operation, and sure enough, the woman is like a different person in front of the people she admires. Scold! Woman!

"There is no pattern to follow, what is the motive of this murderer?" After listening to it, Zuo Qing gave a general summary.

"We are also worried about this, every deceased seems to be guilty, and the murderer seems to be exercising God's role to punish these people." Peng Yingsi said.

"From a psychological point of view, in fact, every criminal sees himself as a good person, in other words, he may subconsciously feel that he is doing good deeds and contributing to this society. They learn right from wrong, they know what is legal from what is wrong, they know the rules better than anyone else, they know what they are doing, but they instinctively exclude themselves. Zuo Qing took a sip of tea, "Can you understand what I mean?" ”

Peng Yingsi shook her head

Ji Kun also seems to understand

Forest trees? ...... Well, skip this directly.

"This kind of criminals put themselves outside the rules, they think they are outside the world, they are not limited by the rules of this world, but they are helping the world to run the rules, stifling those who break the rules, and they are on top." Zuo Qing stretched out his index finger and pointed to the sky.

"God!" Ji Kun understood what Zuo Qing was going to say.

Some people like to put themselves above all human beings, God, is the image they want to present in the eyes of others. It's like some churches where the pope brainwashes the congregation, but some people think of themselves as gods above all else.

This satisfies the most missing vanity in their hearts!

"Yes, the sinful personality that arises from the influence of this pattern of behavior may be the root cause of sin." Zuo Qing stopped talking, and he didn't know when he took out two iron balls in his hand and was playing.

Peng Yingsi also began to understand that there is a type of person who may have some kind of natural advantage, standing tall in the crowd, but finding that people do not have a privileged gaze on him because of his advantage.

But this kind of person likes to accuse you when you make mistakes, and look at you from another height, and over time this kind of person will put themselves on a level that no one has reached, the level of God! To criticize and punish those who make mistakes. Form a criminal personality: He is God who can punish anyone who is guilty, and rightfully so!

And this murderer is this kind of person!

They feel that they are not wrong, that they are the guilty who are wrong, and that they are exercising the rules of the world to punish them!

Zuo Qing, a psychiatrist, is really powerful, he just thinks about Anthony through the rough idea of the case. Mayori's case of treating a psychological criminal roughly deduces the psychological characteristics of the criminal.

This gave Ji Kun and Peng Yingsi a new understanding of this case, and the angle of their thinking could also become broader, as if they had been taught a psychology class, their hearts were washed!

And Lin Shu listened to their chat, completely looking like a melon-eating crowd, and his somewhat sleepy face expression seemed to have four big words written on it: a confused face!

Ji Kun didn't know why, listening to Zuo Qing's words, his eyelids suddenly became very heavy, and the valve felt like it was about to close at any time, but he could still clearly hear the conversation between Peng Yingsi and Zuo Qing.

What's wrong? Are you too tired today?

Still the sofa is too comfortable!

There were a few battles between the upper and lower eyelids, and finally they closed, and they fell into darkness, and the surroundings became quiet.

When he opened his eyes, Ji Kun found that he was no longer in the room, but in a strange place where there was not even a house.

Ji Kun's feet moved forward unconsciously, surrounded by a sea of red flowers, more like a sea of blood, these flowers were too red and bright, like blood! This flower only sees the petals but not the leaves, and the fragrance of the flower is also very good, smelling its smell and feeling that the soul is being pulled by it, gently caressing your soul and guiding you forward. In the sea of flowers, there is only a small road under your feet, which leads to the front and there is no end in sight.

Ji Kun walked forward aimlessly, the gears of time were turning, Ji Kun's footsteps were moving, and I don't know how long it took, something other than safflower finally appeared in front of him.

A river!

A bridge!

There is a large gate on the opposite side of the bridge, and the plaque of the door reads: Rakshasa Gate!

Rakshasa Gate!

Ji Kun finally knew where he was - hell! The one in front should be the River of Life and Death and the Nai He Bridge! The flower I encountered before should be the Manzhu Sawa that the leaf flowers are forever separated, the flower of the other side! The road I just took is Huangquan Road!

How did you get here? Am I dead? Does hell really exist?

Before Ji Kun could think about it, his body suddenly became light and fluttering, and when he looked closely, he found that he was floating in the air! Completely detached from Newton's law of gravitation, I wonder if Grandpa Newton knows if his coffin board can be pressed.

The body floated uncontrollably into the Rakshasa Gate, floating across the River of Life and Death and the Nai He Bridge, there was no Meng Po, let alone Meng Po soup! After floating across the bridge, I finally entered the real hell, and the surrounding walls were full of sculptures of various cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

After a while, a row of stairs went up in front of me, the stairs were very steep, almost at a 90-degree right angle, and the eyes looked down the stairs to the top of the stairs, a chair made of tiger skin, the chair was covered with skeletons, and the base of the chair could be vaguely seen two words: Hades!

Hades! Familiar words?

Ji Kun is now under his own control except for his brain, and other body parts are completely out of his control, as if he is out of his own. I don't know when, in front of the chair stood a man dressed in an ancient general's uniform, and the light on it was not particularly good, and the person's face could not be seen clearly.

Is this Hades?

Ji Kun tried hard to see what this person looked like, people who had never seen hell before, how could they see it clearly when they came, people's curiosity. Yang's neck was sore, and he still found that it was a dark mess over there, and he couldn't see clearly, but Ji Kun found that it wasn't that his eyes were bad, but that the person was facing away from him, and if he didn't turn around, it was impossible to see his face at all.

Hehe, Ji Kun secretly laughed at himself for being stupid, but the Hades King seemed to see Ji Kun's thoughts, and slowly turned around, and then Ji Kun saw a face that was so terrifying that it was indescribable.

Ji Kun's pupils dilated rapidly, and he felt suffocated when he looked at someone for the first time!

A frightened sound made Ji Kun sit up, and Ji Kun found himself back in Zuo Qing's clinic, still sitting on the sofa.

Is it a dream?

At this moment, Ji Kun found that his face was covered with sweat, like a sauna, and the clothes on his body were wet, but the difference was that he was in a cold sweat. Everything just now was too real, too real to be a dream.

Peng Yingsi and Lin Shu, who were sitting next to Ji Kun, were also sleeping now, Peng Yingsi slept very naturally, and she still looked very beautiful. Lin Shu was asleep with a smile on the corner of his mouth, probably having a sweet dream.

Zuo Qing, it's gone!

Is he the one who made the hell?