I thought about it, took out a set of cards from the drawer, and drew one for her, which was a stick figure drawing of a girl: "Can you draw clothes for her?" "I took out a set of colored pencils and put it on the table.

Xiao Min glanced at the girl on the card, only hesitated, pulled out the colored pencil from the box with a slightly trembling hand, and painted it on the girl's body without looking at the color, she painted it hard and intensively, staring at the card with eyes gradually straightening, and her hand became faster and faster, almost breaking the card.

I whispered, "Xiaomin, okay, that's enough." Her clothes were already on. ”

Xiao Min turned a deaf ear and continued to smear the card, so hard that it almost cut through the paper, and I pressed Xiao Min's hand: "It's okay." Xiao Min was very strong, and pushed my hand away, and the colored pencil in my hand pulled a hole in the back of my hand, Xiao Min became emotional, her face twitched, waving her hands, and I was busy grabbing her hand. The police officer outside heard the movement and rushed in and grabbed Xiao Min.

Officer Yang was shocked when he saw the blood on the back of my hand: "Teacher Xin, your hand is injured." Xiao Min recovered a little from the excitement, and her face showed the relief after the release, but she was stunned when she saw the back of my bleeding hand.

I smiled at Min: "It doesn't matter. Instead, he said to Officer Yang, "I need time, let her calm down and come back in a few days." Seeing Xiao Min raise his eyes and look at the painting on the wall again, my heart moved: "Xiao Min, I welcome you at any time." If you don't want to talk, come and sit with me for a while and draw. Xiao Min glanced at me, with a hint of apology in his eyes, hesitated, and then followed Officer Yang and them out.

I sat in the clinic and wrote the report: "General information: He Xiaomin, female, 22 years old, senior student. Chief complaint: PTSD. Readme: None. "I can't speak, but how can I communicate? I picked up the clothes that Xiao Min had drawn and looked at them carefully. The method of painting is the routine use of the "alienation" mechanism in psychotherapy, and the client's problems are replaced by the characters in the painting, which can reduce the client's psychological pressure and anxiety. It's just that before the stage of talking, it was forced to stop just at the stage of expression.

Han Muzhi walked in at some point, holding a medicine box, and looked at me with a look full of regret: "I don't know how to take care of myself." As he spoke, he took out iodophor and gauze, and picked up my hand, "Bear with the pain." ”

"It's okay that it hurts, but it's a pity for my watch. Alas. "During the fight with Xiao Min just now, I didn't notice that my strap was torn off. It's not a valuable watch, but it's been with me for several years. "By the way, how do you know I'm hurt?"

"I don't know anything about the wind and grass in this clinic." After Han Muzhi bandaged me, he looked at me a little apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that the police would come, and I didn't know that her situation was so serious and aggressive." If I had known this, I would have pushed it. ”

"It doesn't matter," I smiled, "and not everyone has the opportunity to help the police solve the case. I'm honored. It's just," I sighed softly, "I really don't know what happened to Xiao Min, why did a college student run to the villa?" ”

"You're just too ungrounded." Han Muzhi shook his head, "Today's college students are no longer like we were studying at that time. If you look at the news, network anchors, naked loans, interns, and college students, the scope of activities is no longer two points and one line. Although this case is suppressed by the police, it has long been rumored in the market. Say anything. ”

"What did you say?" I don't understand.

Han Muzhi shrugged: "I don't know either." But in short, the client should have volunteered to go to the villa. If she could be as sensible and conservative as you are, this might have been avoided. Han Muzhi looked at me deeply, and there was a small flame in it that scared me.

I turned around, "You don't know me. ”