Chicago, the Windy City.

As soon as she got home, she received a message from Blake, and she arrived safely.

After the two finished talking on the phone, Ethan didn't stay at home, and saw that the time was almost up, and hurried out again.

Back in Texas, I made an online appointment with a well-known psychiatrist office.

Actually, there was one thing he didn't tell Blake.

After that night in the slaughterhouse, his mind would have the deaths of those people from time to time, something that had never happened before.

Mental illness is also a disease.

Despite his resistance, he chose to find a professional to take a look.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I came to an office building.

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened, and the staff at the reception desk across from them stood up.

"Hello."

Ethan flashed the phone screen and clicked twice:

"Ethan Morgan, I have an appointment."

"Okay." The staff nodded, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to the side: "Mr. Morgan, please come here." ”

The attitude is very nice and smiling.

However, the working attitude of this industry cannot be bad, although it is only responsible for reception, I believe that the income is definitely not low.

Psychiatrists are originally a high-income group here.

These people generally charge by the time, and the price of this one is even more expensive, charging five hundred dollars an hour.

The police station did have it for free, but he wasn't interested.

It's okay to charge a little more, as long as you can figure out what's going on, it's all small money.

"Doctor."

The staff knocked on the door and pushed it open.

Ethan put his hands in his pockets, and Shi Shiran walked in, his eyes looking around.

The decoration style of the room is relatively simple, there is a desk inside, next to it is a reception area, and the color matching is also very elegant.

He didn't understand, but he felt inexplicably more relaxed.

"Mr. Morgan, welcome."

A middle-aged mature woman in a professional dress walked out from behind the desk and stretched out her arm: "Good evening, I'm Dr. Linna, what do you need to drink?" ”

"Hello."

Ethan shook her hand: "Coffee, thank you!" ”

"You're welcome." She walked to the coffee machine next to her: "You can find a place to sit!" ”

It is said that it is a doctor, but in fact a psychotherapist is more accurate.

It's just that according to the habit here, the doctor is more respectful, and it sounds more exemplary.

After all, in this country, the title of doctor originally means a lot of things, such as high income, intellectuals, and social status.

With his eyes swept around, he habitually sat down in a corner against the wall.

The armchair is very fluffy and wraps the whole body.

"Your coffee."

The mature doctor put the cup down and carefully observed the handsome man opposite: "Mr. Morgan, can you introduce yourself?" ”

"No, you can't."

Ethan picked up his coffee, blew it and drank it, the temperature was just right.

His answer made the doctor's expression stunned.

The guests who have received are taciturn, and they can't pry a word for a long time.

There are more talkers than they can talk about.

But like this, it's still rare.

However, she quickly reacted and was about to say something, but Ethan waved her hand to interrupt her.

"I'll just get to the point." Ethan put down his cup and said in a deep voice:

"I've killed a lot of people before, but never had a problem."

"But after the killing a few days ago, I felt unwell."

"I had an auditory hallucination, and the picture flashed in my head from time to time, I don't know what happened to me, you can help me analyze it."

"I wonder what your profession is, Mr. Morgan?"

The psychiatrist lifted Erlang's legs, and although she was a little stiff, she kept smiling gracefully: "I can't make a judgment if I don't know you." ”

"Rest assured, unless our chat involves an impending crime."

"Your information is with me, and I won't leak it to anyone."

While talking, she also held a small notebook in her hand, and from time to time she wrote and drawn, similar to her usual notes.

"Don't worry."

Ethan smiled and waved his hand: "I'm a policeman, not a criminal." ”

"You don't need to know me, just follow the usual analysis."

"Okay." The doctor was also very cooperative, she put down the little notebook and looked at Ethan, and said softly, "When you killed someone, did you feel guilty?" ”

"Actually, it's a life after all, and it's normal to have a situation like yours."

"We've also looked at a lot of cases, and it's very common in violent parts like the military and the police."

"Nope."

Ethan looked around, shook his head and said:

"You didn't listen to me, I never had this kind of problem before."

"I've killed people, and they're basically damned people."

"So, there's no such thing as trauma like you said."

"Mr. Morgan," the female doctor tapped her fingers on her knees, "Excuse me, how long have you not allowed yourself to relax?" ”

Ethan shrugged: "I just finished my vacation. ”

"I'm not asking about vacations." The female doctor looked at him seriously: "It's relaxation, taking a vacation doesn't mean you're relaxed." ”

"The police are a job that requires a high level of concentration."

"It's extremely dangerous."

"It seems to me that you may feel relaxed, but mentally, you are always in a tense state."

"As soon as you walk in the door, you look around at the environment in my office."

She grabbed the notebook and continued, "I don't know if it's your professional habit, but you do subconsciously observe places that may pose a threat to you. ”

"And the location you chose is also exquisite, right?"

"Leaning against the wall, most of the room is within your viewing range."

"As soon as someone comes in, you can react quickly."

Ethan narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers lightly on the armrests of the couch.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the female doctor continued to whisper: "In this state of long-term tension, there may be nothing abnormal in the body, but there will be mental problems, including the things you just said. ”

"How long has it been since you've relaxed, Mr. Morgan?"

Ethan didn't want to answer this question.

The other party is right, that kind of long-term relaxation completely out of a dangerous environment, I really haven't tried it for a long, long time.

When you're in Banshee Town, you can often swim alone in the lake.

Here, it seems that things are always one thing after another, and they simply can't stop.

"What advice do you have for this situation?" Ethan rolled his eyelids and looked at the psychiatrist.

"Do what you love in an environment where you feel safe."

The doctor spread his hands and said with a smile: "A lot of times, things are as simple as that, try to make yourself happy and happy." ”

"Got it."

Ethan nodded and took out his phone: "It's just for fun, right?" ”

"That's right."

The doctor sighed: "It sounds simple, but it is difficult, and many people in the world have difficulty even having simple happiness." ”

She looked at Ethan, who was pressing the phone, and asked curiously:

"Mr. Morgan, what are you doing here?"

"Listen to you and have fun."

Ethan was as good as he could, and searched through the address book to find the event planner of the last moving party.

At home, safe enough.

Late-night parties, too, are fun enough.

(End of chapter)