"It's really incomprehensible, although imitation is human nature, but only children deliberately imitate. And Meng Xiangchen knew that the truth of his life experience was already an adult, how could he still imitate the person he hated? I asked Han Muzhi.

Han Muzhi smiled: "Like Xiaomin, PTSD, everyone's stress disorder after trauma is different, and Meng Xiangchen has undergone serious psychological regression after stimulation. ”

"Regression?" I suddenly thought, "That is to say, his past worldview is completely destroyed, he has regressed into the psychology of the child, at a loss, at a loss, at a loss, at this time, the biological father and the adoptive father who brought him strong stimulation have become the objects of his imitation, and although he dislikes them, he has to imitate them?" ”

Han Muzhi nodded: "Just like some families have a second child, the older child is likely to regress, such as talking like a child, or wetting the bed, lowering himself to the same psychological age as the newborn in order to seek the attention of parents." For example, some women are anxious because of the midlife crisis, and will regress to their youth, over-buying clothes that are obviously not suitable for their age, and so on. ”

"Sure enough, it's authority." I sincerely admired, "Then Meng Xiangchen's case is over, right?" ”

"There's basically nothing difficult about it, the rest is a matter for the police." Han Muzhi took a folder and said to me, "By the way, there is a case master who transferred it to you, and I met with it once, but she proposed to change it to a female counselor." ”

I'm a little incredible, most of the visitors are coming for Han Muzhi, and there are often people who can't make an appointment and come over to beg in person, and there is even a need to change him. I took it, Ms. Chen, 28, complaining, "Phobia of the face! I couldn't help but say it, "Are you afraid to see your face?" Social phobia? ”

"No, her phobic face is a bit special, it's not social fear," Han Muzhi shrugged his shoulders: "It's a kind of hypochondria, she worries about being disfigured all day long." As long as you look in the mirror, you suspect that your nose is collapsed, your mouth is crooked, and nothing is right. I'm even scared to see my own face. ”

"Has she had plastic surgery?" I asked.

"Keypoint." Han Muzhi replied, "It's because I got this disease because I had it twice." However, she now hates plastic surgery and never wants to do it again. ”

"Is she crippled?" I asked.

"I've seen pictures of her before plastic surgery, and to be honest, it's the most successful I've ever seen, and it's a lot prettier. The whole front is very ordinary, and the face is a bit big. But after the reconstruction, every part becomes pleasing to the eye. She herself admits that she is beautiful, but she just feels scared. As for the reason, I haven't asked yet. ”

"That makeup is a lot of pain for her." I sighed, this world is really strange, we think it is a common thing, there are always so many accidents.

Yes, she said that the situation has been getting worse and worse lately, and she is afraid to look in the mirror. I don't know what she's afraid of. Then he said that he had some questions that were inconvenient to open up to the male counselor and asked for a replacement. Han Muzhi smiled, "This is also the first time in my career that I have been disliked." ”

"You can't handle it, and I'm even more out of music." I flipped through the files, and there were some psychological tests and analyses during the first interview, and there were no more intuitive questions or data, "The amount of information is so small." By the way, do you have a picture of her? "I'm curious what kind of face can make me afraid of being like that.

Han Muzhi took out his mobile phone: "You can try to search WeChat." Han Muzhi searched the phone number she left, and sure enough, she could find it, strangers could still see ten photos, Han Muzhi clicked and pointed to me, "That's it." ”

I took a closer look, but I didn't see any clues, a woman who looked normal, and her facial features were also very dignified and beautiful. I agreed to Han Muzhi's request. But I never received her appointment call.

I had promised the white team to give a lecture at the Binhai Branch, and the time was coming soon. I have to work overtime at Yiqiao every night to sort out cases, and Han Muzhi will wait for me and bring me some supper. Let me work overtime at night, it will not be so lonely and lonely.

The lecture was held on Friday, and there were many listeners, and the white team introduced me to several leaders, and I couldn't remember who was who, but I only remembered a leader surnamed "Mei", because this surname was very special, and he was exceptionally handsome and tall among the police, so I remembered it well.

After all, for the police, understanding and analyzing criminal psychology through painting is an effective supplement to the existing criminal psychology, and it is also the most practical. It's just that I didn't expect that the lectures were so successful that a few more were added.

One afternoon, Yang Yize brought a stranger to Yiqiao and introduced him to me: "Sister Xin, this is Officer Xu from the Education Department of Dongping Prison in Nancheng. ”

I shook hands with him in some surprise, and Officer Xu directly expressed his intention: "Mr. Xin, our political commissar has listened to your lecture before, and we are very inspired, and after we come back, we will have a meeting to decide, can you please do art therapy for the inmates?" ”

I was stunned. Art therapy for inmates is available in the United States and is not uncommon. However, I have some drumming in my heart, the psychological condition of prisoners is a relatively special group, and I have no experience in this kind of related situation. I voiced my concerns.

Officer Xu said: "We have also discussed, this is an attempt. So we're all groping, and it doesn't matter if we don't have experience. I heard that there is such a method abroad, and several prisons in China have begun to try it. The education we are now giving to inmates is mainly theoretical knowledge, which is relatively boring. Art therapy, on the other hand, is more interesting and may have a better effect on the psychological correction of inmates. ”

I thought about it for two days, and under Han Muzhi's strong opposition, I agreed. In my bones, after all, there is a kind of "twisted" thing, maybe as Lu Zenghan said, my sister is a generalist, and I am more "specialized", and I have to explore any unfamiliar knowledge in my profession.

Thinking of Lu Zenghan, I shook my head, it's been nearly a month, I'm desperately busy to forget this person, but forgetting a person, why is it so difficult? On the contrary, "I think about you when you go, and you think about you when you sit", I really have no interest.

I couldn't go on like this, so I made up my mind and sent an email to Katherine, who had experience in art therapy for inmates, and it would be a good idea to ask her.

It was another night to look at the plan alone, Yingying pushed the door in, and saw that I was still working under the lamp, Yingying was a little stunned: "But Sister Qiao, you haven't slept yet?" ”

I looked up at my watch, "It's twelve o'clock, why did you and Yang Yize go so late?" ”

"I-" Yingying wanted to say something, but she stopped, her eyes looking at me wanderingly.

"What's wrong?" I stood up and patted Yingying on the shoulder, "And what else can I not say?" ”

Yingying stomped her foot: "But Sister Qiao, anyway, you and that Lu Zenghan also broke up." Just say it, you can completely give up, don't anesthetize yourself with busyness. Yingying held her breath and said, "That flowery radish has a girlfriend again." ”

I let out a soft "oh" and didn't say anything more. My mind is a little blank, what attitude should I have? I don't know, I just know that my heart is suddenly empty, and there is no reason to tell me what attitude I should put on except for this tangible feeling.

Seeing that I was indifferent, Yingying was a little anxious: "But Sister Qiao, don't you believe it?" As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone, "Someone gave our boss two invitations tonight, one is a high-level dinner, and the boss can't go cheap to me." As a result, I saw that Lu Zenghan, hugging a woman, and his face was about to be pasted together. It's really spicy to the eyes. Flipping out the photo, "Look, how nasty." ”

In the photo, Lu Zenghan and a woman in an off-the-shoulder dress stood very close, bowed his head and didn't know what he was talking about, with a smile on his face, that woman was not Fu Yayuan, she was a little more dignified and innocent than Fu Yayuan, and she looked like she was in her early twenties.

The smile on Lu Zenghan's face and eyebrows stung me deeply, I had never seen him smile so brightly. Sure enough, if a man is with a woman he likes, laughter comes from the bottom of his heart. I handed the phone back to Yingying and hooked my lips awkwardly: "That's his freedom." ”

"I just couldn't see it, so I walked up to him and rolled my eyes twice." Yingying said angrily, "But he was still chatting with that woman, and he didn't pay attention to it at all." ”

"There's no need." I wanted to say something high-sounding chicken soup to comfort Yingying and comfort herself, but I was dizzy and sat down on the sofa.

Yingying was so frightened that she shouted: "But Sister Qiao, what's wrong with you?" You okay? ”

I smiled wryly and shook my head: "The old problem of low blood sugar." After saying that, he took out the medicine from the drawer, took a pill with water, and took the opportunity to go back to the bedroom. That night, it was all a nightmare.

When I woke up, I suddenly wanted to send him a WeChat message to ask him if he really had a girlfriend, and the words were all typed out, and all of them were deleted. I warned myself not to lower myself anymore, he had cried so without self-esteem in front of him that he had no bottom line, but he was gone. The end is the end. I endured the heartache, put on light makeup, and went to the post bridge.

Officer Xu was already waiting there and took me to Dongping Prison to take a look at the situation first. Dongping is a township in Nancheng, about 50 kilometers away from Nancheng downtown. When the car got off the highway and went around a few times, you could see the area of Dongping Township ~ Fu, which was quite prosperous, and there were many nearby houses. After walking for more than ten kilometers, passing through a large field and a few kilometers more, you will reach your destination. The neighborhood is deserted, only the desolate road in front of the door. The unusually tall iron gate, coupled with the barbed wire fence high courtyard wall, a heavy pressure came to the face.

Officer Xu took me directly to the reception room and introduced: "Our prison is still relatively modern, the conditions are good, the facilities and equipment are not bad, the hardware has been improved, and the software needs to be strengthened. ”

"Can you tell us a little bit about the people who are preparing for art correction?" I want to get straight to the point.