I've always felt that being able to sleep peacefully after eating and drinking enough is enough to be happy.

But when I went back to the rented house and listened to the sound of the husband and wife arguing and throwing things upstairs, I understood that I had been deprived of my happiness in this matter.

Neighborhood relationships have always been a headache for countless people, because in the case of insufficient funds, we can't choose a single-family house by the sea, so we have to learn to accept those 'cute' neighbors.

Acceptance, often the first to face those who make us dislike, and then things, this is a matter of order, because of the existence of people, there will be those things that make us endure the disgusting in our hearts to force a smile, but there is no doubt that this is not right.

It's just that sometimes, in the adult world, what's wrong doesn't have to be wrong.

Some people say that acceptance will make us gradually mature, but in fact, this is nothing more than a kind of masochism, and masochism is often something that people will abandon when they mature.

So this becomes a vicious circle of contradictions, which repeats itself and cannot be escaped.

So, the more mature, the sadder, this sentence seems to me to be true, the world after adulthood is always complicated and maddening.

Just as I listened to the sound of the pots and pans touching the floor or the wall, and I didn't like it, but I couldn't go up and tell them that I was resting at this time.

Of course, the fear of being beaten is partly the reason, but the main thing is that it is useless.

If a thing can be done to get a result, then it is meaningful to do it, and I can say that this thing is useful; But if a thing is done and it still can't change anything, then it is meaningless to do, and this thing is naturally useless.

In my opinion, the couple is a couple who don't even think about their own lives, so can you expect him to think about others? So if you reason with him, it will look even more boring than playing the piano to a cow.

I'm a psychologist, but I don't think I'm eloquent enough to get an unreasonable person to change his approach, maybe I could, but because I don't think it makes sense, I won't do it.

It may sound contradictory, but it is.

You convince the other party that he may return to you for a while, but you can't guarantee that the couple won't quarrel again after this time, after all, the outburst of human emotions is without warning, this time, next time, big next time, I can't knock on their door again and again, and then calm down and reason with them.

I am not an idle person, let alone a saint.

And they're not reasonable people, so it's impossible for them to calm down and listen to what I have to say to them.

That being the case, I had to compromise and accept, but that didn't stop me from having MMPs in my heart and then giving them a smile when they met in the elevator.

After all, it is also a thing to admire to be able to fight for a long time and break the dishes without getting divorced, although I prefer to believe that there is a mine in their family.

Since I can only accept it, and I don't like it very much, then I have to get myself out of this state.

So I turned on my computer, put on my headphones, took a break, and went to write the novel that had just begun with it.

As much as I wanted to write that report, I knew that my current state of mind was not suitable for it.

Criminal psychology is a discipline that studies the laws of formation, development and change of the psychological structure that influences and governs the criminal behavior of criminals, as well as the psychological basis of criminal countermeasures, and is an interdisciplinary discipline between criminal science and psychological science.

From the perspective of psychology, it studies the causes, processes and laws of criminals' formation of criminal psychology and criminal behavior, and provides psychological scientific basis and methods for public security and judicial organs to expose and punish crimes, as well as to prevent and correct crimes.

Therefore, as an expert in criminal psychology, I must ensure that I do not mix any personal emotions when writing this report, so as to ensure that it is rigorous and does not have an erroneous impact on the judgment of the public security and judicial organs.

It may seem like I'm mocking the laxity of online literature, but in reality, it's not.

Because in my opinion, online literature is a text that pursues trends, which can bring us a virtual world different from reality in the chaotic and complex real world, let us get pleasure from it, stimulate our psychological senses, outline a rich ideal world, and relax our lives.

Therefore, if the online novel is to idealize the real world, then the criminal psychology report is to show the most real world, and the two are completely opposite in the original starting point, so naturally they should not be compared.

I thought I could write a good report without it, but even so, I still wouldn't be able to write a satisfying novel.

It's like I want to write about a prostitute, I want to write about her seductive temptation when she takes off her clothes, and I want to write about her outstanding appearance like a celebrity when she puts on her clothes, but when I put it down, I realize that I can't imagine that picture in my head, because I think, can such a person really exist?

In contrast, those great god authors can not only outline the endless style of prostitutes, the charm of their undressed when they are not wearing clothes, but also give them a noble temperament when they put on clothes, as if the general communication of celebrities in high society, this is a kind of thinking that is not confined to reality and constitutes a deeper level of pen power, coquettish and elegant.

That's why I admire those authors, and I love them deeply.

The night is getting deeper.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the bustling city seemed to be tired and began to rest quietly.

I took off my headphones, my ears were gone, and there was no car horn outside the window, and at this moment, I suddenly had the illusion that I was the only one left in the world, which made me feel a little lonely.

The crisp sound of the lighter broke the original silence, and the burning cigarette hissed, with curling smoke, filled the room, dancing gracefully, but finally dissipated in the sky, leaving only the aroma of tobacco.

Turning my chair around, I stood up and walked to the window, and I let out a deep breath as I looked at the room on the opposite floor, which was also softly lit.

It turns out that I am not the only one in this city who is as busy as me is late at night.

Thinking of this, the corners of my mouth began to rise, touched my smooth head, and sat back down at the computer desk.

At this time, the early vendors may have already gotten up and started to get busy, right?

Shaking my head, I threw away the thoughts in my head, put on my headphones again, typed out the Criminal Mind Report numbered 44 in Word, and began to put pen to paper.

All living beings are suffering, and no one can escape.