In my opinion, there are two kinds of people, those who know they are sick, and those who do not know that they are sick. This disease does not refer to a physical illness, but to a psychological one. This is especially true in a polluted city where all the people who live, to some degree or less, are potential sufferers of mental illness.

This is not my alarmism, but it is true. Since I was a child, I have been very good at reading the "human heart", which does not mean that I have some kind of ability to read what is in people's minds.

To put it simply, I can figure out what other people are thinking by observing their expressions. For me, people are not three-dimensional, but a two-dimensional network. A tiny expression, coupled with another inconspicuous action, these two lines intersect, and that point is called their mental activity.

When I was a child, my parents were very busy, and they were both engaged in academic research. Mother was a historian who would bury herself in a stack of books all day. My father was a mathematician, and it seemed to me that it was a very boring subject, and that kind of thing that could be followed at a glance was nothing.

Anyway, they're just busy, very busy, and they're always abandoning me. The reason is just because of the boring stuff of who's university has a project and whose paper is published in the society. I was always handed over to the nanny they paid for, and the first time I met the babysitter I knew she had bad intentions, and once my mother really lost a very valuable piece of history.

"Zeyu is good, Mom and Dad will be back with you soon"

"Next time, we really can't push it away. We promise you that we will take you out next time."

Lies, lies, lies! It's all lies, they're all liars, and I already know they're lying before they even come out of their mouths. At a glance, their eyes, their expressions, their movements, all show that they are lying.

I have to see that you won't be back in a week. I promised to take me out to play next time, but I didn't fulfill it on the day I worked.

"Mom, Dad, you don't have to lie to me. I know you're not going to be with me," I said so simply as a young man what I saw.

That's right, it's seen. For me, the psychology of others is not used to figure out, nor to guess, but to "see".

Like the man in front of me now, it's clear that he doesn't think there's a mental illness. I don't know why she's here, but I'm not surprised that she's such a completely unconscious guest.

Due to my own characteristics, I ended up studying psychology at university. And I got my Ph.D. very easily. In fact, what I learn should be very simple, after all, I only need to look at the teacher after the question is solved, and I can roughly guess the question.

So I'm a psychologist now, and that's what I do back home. For some reason, though, I moved to the city.

"So did you come voluntarily?" I took off my white clothes.

Although I don't like the men here very much, I can even say that I am disgusted. However, I still keep my work and personal emotions very separate, so I don't want to cause him unnecessary concerns. From the look on his face, it can be seen that he seems to have a strange sense of rejection of the hospital and the doctor.

The place where I work is a large psychotherapy facility in our downtown area. This place used to be a small institution under the umbrella of our central hospital, but now it is almost independent.

This was not long after I came to this city. With the continuous development of this period, this psychological treatment center has not only completely escaped the control of the central hospital, but also developed more and more. This may have a lot to do with the increasingly chaotic law and order in our city, and the government agencies are not rice buckets, they must have noticed the abnormal mental state of the people in this city.

To the rest of China, our cities are undoubtedly chaotic, dangerous, and weird. No one has ever seen a city where its psychological clinic is bigger than the main central hospital, right?

Right now I work in this place, the largest, most authoritative, and most expensive psychiatric clinic in the city. It is located in the downtown area, occupying more than 100,000 square kilometers of land, and there are dozens of floors of white solemn buildings in the distance. Two white marble doorposts make up the gate of this place, and there are special guards here 24 hours a day. There is even a very spacious plaza behind the gate, colorful gardens, exquisite fountains, and a variety of fitness facilities that only you can't imagine. People who don't know will definitely think that this is our government agency.

From here, you can see how concerned the people in power are about the security of the city.

My clinic is on the sixth floor of this huge white building, and there are only a few people who come here every day. They have made an appointment with me since a long time ago. Psychologists are also doctors, and we need to make an appointment just like we want to go to the hospital to register.

The government hopes that through our enlightenment, the potential crime rate of people in this city will be reduced. I don't know exactly how effective this is, but the news is still going to report some horrific events at every turn.

"Dr. Xiao Xiao, I didn't say it. I really don't think there's anything wrong with me. The man's voice pulled me back from my thoughts.

I sighed to myself, this person is really persistent. I've been here so many times, and I'm still so uncooperative with my work.

This man sitting in front of me with a cowering look is called Chu Tianxiong. Profession is a graphic designer for an advertising agency, thirty-six years old, married. It can be said that he was forced to come by his wife at all

This man has already paid all the money, but it is clear that he did not want to come to me on his own. But for me, that is the person's money and the people's disaster, I still have the most basic professional ethics.

This person clearly has social phobia. This is a kind of mental illness that is not big or small.

It mostly occurs during the age of 17~30, and often has a sudden onset without obvious cause. The main characteristics are the fear of being watched, once they find that others pay attention to themselves, they are unnatural, they blush, they dare not look up, they dare not look at others, and even feel embarrassed, so they do not want to socialize, dare not speak in public, and dare not sit in front of the assembly.

My treatment for this person has lasted for almost half a month, but the effect is not very good. He obviously had a recurrence, sometimes he was much better, but the second time he came, he immediately changed to the same way he was at the beginning.

This kind of repetition is very rare in psychology, and I am not saying that mental illness does not have the possibility of recurrence. But in the past half a month, such a high frequency of repetition is really incredible.

During the period of treatment for him, I watched him keep repeating, good and bad, bad and good. In the end, Chu Tianxiong not only did not get better, but his symptoms became more and more serious

"That means you're having a hard time dealing with social situations these days, aren't you?" I asked, tuffing the glasses on the bridge of my nose.

Actually, I don't have any problems with my glasses, I have flat glasses. This is a habit all year round, and people who know me well will say that my eyes are terrible, and I will feel uncomfortable when I look at each other for more than five seconds, as if I have been seen through from the inside out, and I am very uncomfortable.

"No, no, how can I have a hard time communicating with people, flow." Chu Tianxiong squeaked and whimpered.

I sighed deeply, quietly observed him for a while, and said, "Mr. Chu, I didn't ask you if you have difficulty communicating with others, and if you have difficulty coping with social situations, you can also refer to whether you don't know how to drink." ”

I really don't admit myself, and looking at his panicked appearance, I can't help but feel irritated in my heart. I still have glasses with me, and I'm sure if I take them off, this person will run away. His phobia has really developed to a very serious level, and as a psychiatrist, this half-month treatment has been a complete failure.

An indescribable frustration filled my chest, and I didn't even know why he was repeating. I can guarantee that every time he comes, I will give him a series of psychotherapy, mainly including verbal guidance, psychological dredging, drug assistance, and I even use a little hypnosis. The effect is really good, and every time he goes back, I can see that his psychological pressure has decreased a lot.

However, the strange thing is that within two days, when Chu Tianxiong visited me again, I could only see a terrible "black" mass

This "black" is something I define without permission, and I use it to describe a person's state of mind. "Blue" is normal, the darker the color, the more problematic. Therefore, in terms of color, the city as a whole is "dark blue", and the color of Chu Tianxiong is always changing back and forth between "dark blue" and "black", and with the increase of the number of transformations, his "blue" becomes darker and darker.

When he came to me today, he had already turned "purple".

There is no way, this time I can only follow the original method and give him a certain degree of psychological guidance.

I didn't say anything useful when I asked him, and I didn't know where his stressors were, so the effectiveness of the treatment was naturally greatly reduced. He, like my other guests, was always secretive about his problems. I've already stressed to him many times that if we don't get enough information, we psychiatrists won't be able to do anything about their condition.

Even if you have the same phobia, the reasons are different for each person. Mental illness is not for treatment, but for dredging, everyone's blockage is different, if you can't find it, no matter how much treatment according to the book is a symptom but not a cure.

Their refusal to cooperate, and their attitude of passive resistance really gave me a sense of loss that had nowhere to go. I can see people's psychological state, and what they think for a while. But this is also based on the meticulousness of my own observations and the knowledge of psychology that I have.

I had no way of reading people's memories, and during the time they went back, I had no idea what had happened, what they had seen, what they had encountered, and they refused to tell me. I can't put a gun at their brains and force them to tell me.

Maybe that's the reason why they're turning more and more "black", but I've always thought that this is just one of the reasons, and the biggest problem lies in the city.

In the end, Chu Tianxiong didn't tell me anything, just went back so simply, his color almost didn't change, and it was still the "black" that made me feel uncomfortable.

Has it progressed to the point where the superficial treatment is completely ineffective, I collapsed weakly in my chair, picked up my cup, and took a sip of tea, bitter to death

I glanced at the old-fashioned grandfather clock on the wall, and it was five o'clock in the afternoon, which was already my time to get off work. My job is flexible, and the time when guests make appointments is my working hours. If I don't have an appointment for a week, I can not come to work for a week and still get paid.

It's actually a very easy job, if you don't come into contact with these "dark" patients.

I was alone on this floor today, and as soon as I stepped out of the room, I was surrounded by darkness. I looked back at the room where I hadn't turned off the lights, and pressed the switch on the wall next to it, but nothing happened, and the lighting in the corridor was all cut off.

"When was the power outage?" I muttered to myself.

There was a sparse sound of rain outside the window, and it seemed to be raining outside. Unlucky, I walked briskly to the elevator. When I was halfway there, I realized that the elevator was out of use, and I turned back to find the stairs. With a height of six floors, there is no problem in walking down, and it should be exercised.

My footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, and my shadow was reflected in the shiny marble floor cleaned by the cleaner's aunt. I don't know how I always have the illusion that the shadow is actually distorted, and that the shadow is not me at all.

Power outages, empty hallways, and rain, something would have happened to me if it were a horror novel. To be honest, my heart has been beating since just now, and I have been pretending to be calm, and I have long wanted to rush downstairs at maximum speed.

However, it would be a very humiliating thing for others to see, and I forcibly resisted this urge. But the feeling of fear doesn't mean that there is no none, and I can say that I can't understand this feeling.

Walking through the central waiting hall, I finally came to the top of the staircase. I hurried down at the maximum speed of normal walking, and with each step I felt a hairy hairy on my back, always wanting to look back and see if something was looking at me again.

The staircase here is also designed to be spacious, and the turning platform in the middle of each staircase has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, which can clearly see the outside scenery when it is usually sunny, but now it has been raining outside, and it is autumn, and the temperature has dropped, and the window is covered with a thick layer of moisture, which looks like frosted glass.

I was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery, and I quickly went down to the third floor. The whole building was eerily quiet, and I wondered where everyone else had gone? Could it be that because of the power outage, all these people are home?

The sound of "slapping and slopping" down the stairs caused a very hollow-sounding echo that kept echoing in this huge building, couldn't it really be that there was no one? I was a little worried, and I couldn't help but speed up my pace.

At this moment, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see something change in the floor-to-ceiling window next to me, and the change was very rapid, so to speak, in a flash. It felt like something was suddenly flashing outside the window.

It really scared me, what was that? Has it been lying on the window? It's not a gecko, what's so powerful?

But it happened suddenly, I didn't see it with my eyes, and the moisture on the window was also very large, and I only thought of the word black shadow in my mind no matter how I remembered.

The rain kept hitting the floor-to-ceiling window, and I stared at it stiffly. I'm afraid that something will suddenly break through the window

I just kept motionless, and the dark shadow just now gradually came up from downstairs with a strange and melodious voice

I listened for a long time before I realized that wasn't the siren of a police car or an ambulance?