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"Mr. Liu, what do you think Xiaoli is sick with? Is it really a psychological disease? Xiaoli's friend took advantage of Xiaoli's sleep and asked me cautiously.

It's hard to say, maybe the death of her boyfriend had too much impact on her, so it caused some of her unconscious conjectures, or maybe there were other problems, did she have a family history of genetic disease? For example, the spiritual one. I spread my hands and replied. In fact, where did this little girl get mental illness, and the culprit has always been by her side, but she doesn't know it.

"No, we're college classmates, and I don't know much about the situation at home." The friend said, and glanced at Xiaoli who was asleep, "She used to sleep very shallowly, until she got a boyfriend and moved out to live, the situation was a little better, but now you see, once she falls asleep, no matter how she does, it is not easy to wake up, and even if she wakes up, it is still a god who is talking about someone following her." The people in their dormitory were afraid of her, so she had to move back to the house she rented with her boyfriend, and I was afraid that she would not wake up one day. ”

"Can you tell me a little bit more about the first time she felt stalked?"

"That day, it was the day of her boyfriend's funeral, she was very sad, so she cried at the funeral home for a long time, and her parents who accompanied her boyfriend were busy until the evening, because the funeral home was far away from the school, so she chose to go back to the house they rented before, I think there should be a reason why she misses her boyfriend too much. It was about half past one midnight, I received a call from her, her voice was shaky on the phone, I could hear that she was very scared and helpless, but I thought it was just the anxiety caused by the death of my boyfriend, so I kept comforting her, but then she suddenly screamed wildly, that kind of heart-rending scream. I knew something might be wrong, so I quickly got dressed, took a taxi to her rental room, and opened the door with the spare key, I saw that the doll and pillow were thrown all over the ground, and she was wrapped in the quilt and shrunk on the bed, leaning against the corner, shivering, I tried to go over, but just when I was about to touch her, she suddenly screamed, took out a fruit knife from the quilt, and began to slash, and I was accidentally scratched by her. The friend said, holding up his right hand with a Band-Aid on it.

After that, she began to keep thinking that someone was following her, and kept asking others if there was anyone behind her. At the beginning, the people around her would patiently enlighten her, hoping to help her, but after a long time, everyone became indifferent, and everyone began to deliberately alienate her. Even the counselor came to her a few days ago, hoping that she could take a year off from school and make a good mental adjustment. Adjust in your heart, sigh, isn't it just that I'm afraid that Xiaoli will really have something to do and take responsibility. said it so high-soundingly, and adjusted in my heart, hehe. ”

"Did she tell you what it was like to be followed?"

"No, she just kept saying that someone was following her, someone was watching her, and then she looked around in a panic."

"Do you love her?" I asked suddenly.

My friend looked at me blankly, "Mr. Liu, you, are you talking to me?" ”

The boy looked at me fixedly, then nodded.