Qi Zihuan sat lazily in a huge boss's chair, holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks in one hand, skillfully turning a pencil in the other, his feet on the wide and thick desk, and his leather shoes shiny.

It was a spacious, bright office with a wall-long bookcase stacked neatly stacked with various psychological books and research materials, and on the other two sides hung academic qualifications, award certificates, and a few abstract paintings of unknown significance.

Cut, what modern science, it feels like fortune telling under the flyover. Observe your behavior when you enter the door, skillfully extract your information, and then show you an abstract painting, whatever you see, you can use the jargon to tell you until you are willing to pay.

Qi Zihuan pursed his lips, silently contemptuous in his heart.

He was in a state of mind that night, and when he woke up again, he found himself a Chinese-American psychiatrist. At first, I was a little scared, afraid that I would not be able to play this role well, but after two attempts, I found that as long as I memorized a few professional terms that I didn't understand, and combined with some common fortune-telling tricks in the streets and alleys, those nervous Americans were fooled by him one by one.

He stood up cheerfully, straightened out his well-cut expensive suit, pulled out an indoor golf suit from a nearby cabinet, laid out the holes, and sipped whiskey as he put rods.

It's nice to have a good job, a good life, and to be able to live like this in a foreign country, hey, it's very comfortable.

There were two knocks outside the door.

"Come in." Qi Zihuan responded.

A tall woman with blond hair and blue eyes and a professional suit walked in with a document in her hand, leaning over and gently resting on Qi Zihuan's desk, her body curves almost perfect.

"Mr. Qi, the last patient you made an appointment with today has arrived, and this is the patient's information." The beautiful secretary said succinctly.

Qi Zihuan changed the laziness when he was alone just now, smiled very competently and professionally, nodded and said, "Got it, you let her come in in five minutes." ”

When the secretary stepped on high heels and went out, Qi Zihuan packed up his golf supplies, picked up the materials on the table and did his homework.

The information said that the patient was transferred according to the recommendation of another psychiatrist in the city, and he came to Qi Zihuan for the first time today. The patient's name is Sharon, an eight-year-old girl with sleepwalking, mild delusions, and has taken some tranquilizers according to the doctor's instructions, but the effect is not obvious.

The girl should be an adopted orphan because the guardian column is filled in with the adoptive mother Rose.

Qi Zihuan stared at the patient's information, the pencil in his hand turned faster and faster, and his brows began to wrinkle into Sichuan characters.

I've seen so many horror movies, why can't these ghosts and ghosts pick out some difficult ones, can't they enter a movie like "Fright Night"? also let him go to the psychiatric hospital to have tea with Master Xing.

Qi Zihuan was depressed, and heard two more knocks on the door, and then the secretary led a mother and daughter in.

The mother has short blond hair, good facial features, and a well-proportioned figure, but there is anxiety and uneasiness on her face that cannot be hidden.

The girl has brown long hair with some natural curls, wears a school uniform, and has smart eyes, and when she enters the door, she first smiles at Qi Zihuan, and then begins to look around curiously, revealing a slightly more mature and well-behaved than her real age.

Qi Zihuan got up and walked around the desk, beckoning them to sit on the specially made comfortable sofa, while he sat opposite.

First, a regular greeting is made, and then the basic information is confirmed, and the past drug history is asked.

"Sharon, according to Dr. Richard's records, you have symptoms of sleepwalking and mild delusions, can you tell me more about it?" Qi Zihuan's voice is stable and able to give others a sense of security, which is very helpful in guiding patients to describe their condition.

Sharon looked at her mother and nodded her head of encouragement before she said in an orderly manner, "I started sleepwalking a few years ago, and I woke up a few times to find myself in another part of the house instead of a bed. It started as an unconscious sleepwalk, not accompanied by hallucinations. ”

Qi Zihuan nodded and wrote a few Chinese characters on the small notebook. Although he can't remember some details of the movie clearly, he still knows all the stories, and these disease analyses are really of little value.

"Can you describe what kind of hallucination it is?"

"Most of the time it's a raging fire, a growing barbed wire, and a gray town that I've never seen before." Sharon showed some uneasiness for the first time, and it seemed that these images were uncomfortable memories for her.

Qi Zihuan turned her head to look at her mother, Rose, and asked, "Do you usually pay attention to helping Sharon overcome her anxiety and nervousness and try to stay relaxed before going to bed?" ”

"Yes, I usually take Sharon to outdoor activities, and I will accompany her to tell stories or sing songs every time I go to bed, and I won't leave until she is asleep." Rose looked tired, and she did her best.

"I've seen previous records mentioning that Sharon has started taking oral imipramine as directed by her doctor, plus you guys are helping her to stay in a good mood, these are the traditional treatments for sleepwalking. Although the effect may be slower for the time being, why did you choose to change doctors at this time? ”

"Because Sharon has been acting a little dangerous lately...... It's not that it's aggressive, it's that she's in danger herself. Just like four days ago, my husband and I searched for Sharon in the middle of the night and finally found her on the edge of a cliff quite far from home, and if I hadn't stopped her, she might have jumped off. Rose still has palpitations when she talks about it now, "Changing doctors for diagnosis and treatment is actually recommended by Dr. Richard, he feels that in the current situation, waiting for traditional treatments to take effect has a certain risk, and it is said that Dr. Qi is very good at treating in a more radical way, and there are many successful cases." ”

"I see." Qi Zihuan wrote in his notebook that he was playing idiom solitaire with himself, but he kept talking, turned his head and asked the little girl, "Sharon, why did you go to the edge of the cliff?" Did you see something? ”

"I just felt a voice calling me to go home, and I followed the sound all the way and finally saw the fire in the lake below the cliff."

"Flames in the water?" Qi Zihuan's idiom solitaire was stumped by "champion and first", frowning and thinking.

"Yes, I saw in the water a small town full of fire and wire, and in the middle of a house there was a little girl who reached out to me and told me to go home with her. So I walked forward, and it wasn't until my mom pulled me in that I woke up to find that I had almost fallen off a cliff. ”

Qi Zihuan suddenly woke up and wrote the four big characters "Dihua Zhixiu" in his notebook, and then asked with satisfaction: "Then do you know where the town that has been calling you home is?" ”

Sharon nodded, and said the name of the place with some trepidation.

"Silent Hill."