"When the typhoon came, there should be a big traffic jam in Nancheng, but you still arrived on time at 7 o'clock, and it was outrageously accurate," I smiled faintly, "You have a small amount of raindrops in your hair, you parked your car in the above-ground parking lot at the door, if you are willing to spend an extra three minutes, you can park in the underground parking lot, and you don't have to get drenched in the rain." It can be seen that you cherish time like gold. ”

"Maybe I didn't see the sign?" His complexion softened, a little playful.

"It's only been 3 seconds since you entered the door and sat down, and you have already avoided the position of the air conditioning vent, how can you not see the sign?" The swivel chair across from me was supposed to be for the air conditioner, and when he sat down, he casually moved the back of the chair to the other side.

He looked at me carefully, and I continued: "Moreover, you have broken up with your girlfriend for less than half a month, so you think you are full of urgency to solve your own problems, right?" ”

"Oh?" His eyes froze, and the corners of his lips finally arced, "How do you know?" ”

"There is a faint trace of a ring on your middle finger, and I subconsciously touched it twice just now. The 21-day rule in psychology states that it takes 21 days to form or quit a habit, and judging from the frequency of your habit, it should be less than two weeks. Moreover, you are willing to brave the typhoon, and you should be urgent. "My voice is not slow, and it stands to reason that a counselor shouldn't be so sharp. The counselor should put himself in the position of a listener and slowly induce the client to confide. But the man in front of him is obviously an old man, and his eyebrows and eyes are shrewd, if I don't do the opposite, he won't honestly cooperate with me.

"I do have a pressing psychological problem that needs to be addressed." His gaze wandered a little, looking out the window. I knew that the sharp, irritating language I had just used had done its job, and I stopped talking.

"Do you know what the problem is?" There was a strange look in his eyes, so complicated that I couldn't understand it.

"What?" I asked softly.

"I want to kill someone." His voice was calm, but chilling.

I tried my best to keep my voice calm: "Oh, why? "I was thinking about whether I should call the police.

"Are you trying to call the police?" He seemed to see through my thoughts, didn't look at me, his eyes continued to wander out of the window, and his voice was very soft, "I want to go to the police myself, but the police can't solve my problem, so I'm coming to you." Without waiting for me to speak, he continued to talk to himself, "How can I forget that woman, she is scurrying in my head like a ghost, and I can't help but want to strangle her." ”

"Is she your former girlfriend?" I'm tempting.

He was noncommittal: "Because of her, I can't have a girlfriend, make one, scatter one, and the third." ”

If his words were expressed in words, I would think that he was in love and hate, and he was trapped in love and couldn't extricate himself. With his demeanor and tone, with my five years of experience in psychological counseling and psychotherapy, I can't read love, only helplessness and indifference.

"Do you want me to help you get rid of the idea of killing?" I asked.

"No," he looked at me with a blank look in his eyes, "I want to ask you, is there a perfect plan to kill?" Won't it be found? "I was seen by him with a shudder, perfect killing, have you seen too much Chinatown detectives? Without waiting for me to speak, he continued, "You are an art therapist, everything is a double-edged sword, you can save people, you can kill, art kills, you must be able to be unaware, what do you say?" There was a hint of coldness in his gaze, and I subconsciously avoided his eyes.