Liang Xie found several psychiatrists, and one of them, named Jiang, was the most outstanding. Dr. Jiang worked at Qingfeng Psychological Counseling Center.
Zhou Song came to the consultation center at the appointed time and met Dr. Jiang in the clinic. Dr. Jiang was a gentle, thin man in his forties. Like the doctors Zhou Song had seen before, he asked Zhou Song to set up a sand table.
, filled out a few forms. When Zhou Song saw those forms and the sand table, he secretly laughed in his heart, laughing that he shouldn't have any expectations for this meeting with the doctor. He has been sick for a long time and is familiar with all the procedures. He even knows all the procedures.
As for the answers to the psychological test questions, as long as he can, he can use those sandboxes and tables to become anyone. Doctors trying to diagnose his personality and analyze his psychology through tests are no longer of use to him.
Despite this, he still cooperated.
Doctor Jiang looked at Zhou Song like a teacher who had received a student's test paper. He looked at Zhou Song with a pair of hidden eyes flashing slightly, and a look of understanding appeared on his face.
Next, Zhou Song chatted with him about his current situation, and he guided him to talk about the frustrations and annoyances in his heart. In fact, he realized that Dr. Jiang had been trying to guide him. He had planned to leave after just chatting, and did not want to talk to Jiang.
The doctor wasted a lot of words, so he deliberately avoided Dr. Jiang's guidance. Gradually, Dr. Jiang seemed to feel some pressure, and he repeatedly used a pen to go to his eyes and push the glasses on the bridge of his nose. He found it interesting and wanted to continue to see Dr. Jiang's reaction, so he pretended
He pretended to be a trap and said some things that Dr. Jiang wanted to hear from him.
As he expected, Dr. Jiang was relieved, and his eyes shone with confidence, thinking that the patient would be surrendered to him after all. Zhou Song did not break his beautiful fantasy, but just looked at him with a smile, always looking like a patient.
Calm and calm, with an air of ease.
The moment Dr. Jiang met Zhou Song's eyes, he suddenly understood something. His face turned red with anger, showing his anger: "Mr. Zhou, are you kidding me?"
Zhou Song smiled and said: "Please don't get me wrong, I just can't bear to see you disappointed."
Dr. Jiang said: "It seems that you and I are not compatible. Please find another famous doctor."
Zhou Song stood up and nodded slightly: "Okay, excuse me."
He walked out casually, and when he reached the door, Dr. Jiang stopped him again: "Mr. Zhou."
Zhou Song stopped and looked back: "Huh?"
Dr. Jiang took out a flat transparent medicine box from the single sofa he was sitting on just now. He handed the medicine box to Zhou Song with an undisguised sarcastic smile on his face: "With all due respect,
, what you need is not a psychiatrist, but a psychiatrist.”
In the game with Dr. Jiang just now, Zhou Song won with an absolute advantage. He was very proud and had fun from it. He instinctively left the game proudly, provided that he did not leave the medicine box he carried with him. When the medicine box was dropped by his
When his defeated general was handed to him, he instantly changed from a victorious general to an 'addict' who took drugs excessively and made a living, a disease-ridden, dirty and chaotic person.
He caught the pill box, held it tightly in his hand, and quickly left the consulting room.
He was extremely embarrassed. He was walking on the street in the bright sunshine, his mind blinded by the anger of shame. He was in dire straits at this time. The streets with people coming and going were like hell to him, and he was eager to escape. He buried his head
He was walking very fast, without even noticing. He didn't hear anyone calling him from behind.
"Zhou Song, Zhou Song! Hey, hey, hey!"
Han Feilu ran a few steps quickly and grabbed his wrist: "Why are you ignoring me?"
Zhou Song was forced to turn around. When Han Feilu saw his face, he was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Song shook his hand off hard and left again.
Han Feilu chased him, cocked his head and looked at his face: "You look so bad, you feel like you have lost your soul. What happened?"
Zhou Song knew how embarrassed he looked now, so he felt extremely ashamed when Han Feilu looked at him. He wanted to hide his face: "Don't worry about it, don't follow me."
Han Feilu: "Didn't we agree to meet here? Now that I'm not allowed to follow you, how can you just change as you say? Hey, hey, hey, don't leave, okay?"
He grabbed Zhou Song's wrist again to stop Zhou Song from rushing forward like a panicky chicken. Zhou Song said angrily: "Let go!"
It was not for nothing that he stopped Zhou Song. An electric vehicle drove up in front, with a delivery man riding on it. He pulled Zhou Song to the side of the road and shouted to the rider: "Motorized vehicles cannot walk on the sidewalk!
"
The rider ignored him and walked away. There was a thin box lying on the sidewalk, reflecting in the sun. That was where Zhou Song was standing just now. Han Feilu walked over to pick up the box and found that it was just
The medicine box contained pills of three colors. He shook the medicine box curiously and asked, "Did you drop this? Is it medicine? Are you sick?"
As he spoke, he handed the box to Zhou Song. When he looked up and saw Zhou Song's face, he found that Zhou Song's expression was even worse, and he was staring at him with a pair of murderous eyes.
Zhou Song grabbed the medicine box and said, "What does it have to do with you whether I take the medicine or not and whether I am sick or not? Do you know that your talkative and mean talk is very annoying!"
Han Feilu frowned: "I'm just asking, you are too angry today."
Zhou Song: "Why are you asking? Do you want to talk too much? Do you want to be too busy?"
Han Feilu looked unhappy: "You're almost done, why are you getting angry at me for no reason?"
Zhou Song: "I want to go home now, don't follow me!"
He was about to cross the road, but Han Feilu stopped him again and said, "You will get into trouble if you run rampant like this. I will take you back."
After saying that, Han Feilu dragged his arm towards his car parked on the roadside.
Now Zhou Song just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, but after being pestered by him twice and three times, he became increasingly unable to control his extreme and violent emotions. He was pulled forward by Han Feilu's arm and struggled hard to get rid of Han Feilu's arms.
Hands, but brute force is no match for Han Feilu.
"Don't worry about me! Who do you think you are? I call you benefactor a few times and you really think you are my benefactor? It's really ridiculous. I have never seen such a self-righteous person like you! Let go! Let go of me! I
I want you to let go, let go!"
In the midst of the extreme tearing, he slapped Han Feilu. He didn't know when he moved his hands. He regained consciousness only after hearing the loud slap and stared blankly at Han Feilu.
Han Feilu tilted his head to one side, and the hair in front of his forehead was thrown to the corner of his eyes. Because of his dark skin color, the mark of the slap was not obvious, but the corners of his mouth were already broken. He did not expect Zhou Song to take action. He was a little dazed after being beaten. After a brief trance,
It was anger. He twisted his neck and looked at Zhou Song, clenching his fists, and a trace of cold anger flowing out of the corner of his eyes with a few strands of hair.
This was the first time Zhou Song saw him angry. It felt like being stared at by a vicious wolf. His whole body was so stiff that he didn't dare to move.
Han Feilu looked at him, gritted his back molars again and again, and squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "Do you still want to fight?"
Zhou Song shook his head.
Han Feilu looked around and saw a small square across the street, so he walked over: "Come here."
Zhou Song's evil fire turned into slaps and was slapped out. He followed him obediently and crossed the road to the small square in the middle of the street. Following Han Feilu, he walked into a stone path under the green shade.
He suddenly stopped while walking and turned around. As soon as he turned around, Zhou Song thought he was going to return the slap, so he quickly covered his head with his hand.
Han Feilu: "...What are you doing?"
Zhou Song put down his hand and looked at him with his eyes: "Don't you want to fight back?"
Han Feilu was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "Do you think I will hit you?"
Zhou Song lowered his eyes with a guilty conscience and stumbled, "I just accidentally...that was an accidental injury. Yes, I'm sorry."
Han Feilu couldn't get angry now. He sat on a bench by the roadside and patted the seat next to him: "Sit."
Zhou Song tried to distance himself from him and sat on the other side of the chair. The children who had done something wrong lowered their heads and twisted their fingers.
Han Feilu stared at his side face for a while, and the last bit of anger turned into a long sigh: "Do you know how many years I haven't been slapped?"
Zhou Song glanced at him secretly: "I don't know."
Han Feilu: "Ten years, exactly ten years ago, I broke up with my girlfriend and she slapped me. At that time, I swore in my heart that I would never be slapped by a woman again in my life." He said.
Then, he glanced at Zhou Song again and laughed at himself, "The oath has not been broken yet. The one who slapped me today is a man."
Zhou Song: "I'm sorry."
Han Feilu took out his cigarette case and smoked a cigarette: "As soon as you said sorry, my mind was filled with images of me and my girlfriend breaking up ten years ago. I was the one who said I was sorry, and I was the one who was beaten, because I was the one who said I was sorry.
I deserved the breakup I proposed, and I was not unjustly beaten. But today you are the one who said I was sorry, but I was the one who was beaten, so I was unjustly slapped."
Zhou Song had only a half-understood answer: "You mean, you are the one who should say I'm sorry?"
Hearing his enterprise-level understanding, Han Feilu lit the fire and forgot to light his cigarette. He turned his head and looked at him speechlessly: "You still want me to say sorry to you?"
Zhou Song: "You said that you were the one who was beaten, and you were the one who said I was sorry. You are the only one who was beaten unjustly. So..." Halfway through the words, he suddenly had an epiphany, "Did I understand it wrong?"
Han Feilu nodded: "This is simply too much bullying."
Zhou Song knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly moved to sit next to him, took the lighter in his hand, and lit it again to light his cigarette.
Han Feilu lit the fire and blew out a long puff of white smoke: "Thankfully, I am broad-minded. If you were someone else, you would have pissed me off."
Zhou Song took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and lit it for himself. He only smoked and did not answer the conversation.
Han Feilu: "You just chattered a lot. You said it so quickly and densely that I didn't even hear it clearly. I have to think carefully about what you said. If you dare to scold me while you're at it, I'll still
I have to settle accounts with you."
He clarified what Zhou Song had just said sentence by sentence, and went over each sentence in his mind again. Thinking of one of the sentences, he became very petty and angry again. "Are you serious about what you just said?"
Zhou Song could vaguely guess what he was asking, "They are all angry words, don't take them seriously."
Han Feilu: "Why are you so angry? Are you coming at me?"
Zhou Song: "It's not you, it's your bad luck that hit me." He wanted to change the subject, "You didn't make it clear on the phone, what do you want from me?"
Han Feilu: "Wait a minute, this matter won't be easy to resolve. If you don't explain where you got the evil fire from, I'll leave immediately."
Zhou Song looked embarrassed: "Do I have to ask?"
Han Feilu: "Are you going to say it or not?"
Zhou Song was caught in a tangle. He lowered his head and rubbed the cigarette back and forth. The ashes of the cigarette fell to the ground.
Han Feilu was getting angry again after waiting: "Do you think I have enough time to interrogate you here? If you hadn't seen how abnormal you were just now, all the household registers in the family would be wiped out and they wouldn't be as miserable as you. I'd be worried.
You will get into trouble if you continue like this, so I want to ask the reason to enlighten you. If you don't want to say forget it, I don't want to care about your troubles. You can act in Qiong Yao's tragic drama here alone, I'm leaving."
He stood up and was about to leave, but Zhou Song quickly grabbed him and said, "I'll tell you what I'll tell you."
Han Feilu sat back with a raised eyebrow, put his legs on the chair and turned around to stare at him, like a bully asking a child for candy: "Tell me."
Zhou Song had his hair loose as usual, but it was very hot today. He and Han Feilu had been having sex for a long time just now, and it became even hotter after sweating. He slowly took out a rubber band from his pocket and tied his hair
He smoothed it a few times and tied it back at the back of his head, leaving only a few strands of hair close to his face. After tying up his hair, he exhaled softly and said, "I just went to see a psychiatrist.
Not a pleasant conversation."
He glanced at Han Feilu and added: "I suffer from bipolar disorder, which is a mental illness that is occasionally depressed and occasionally manic. The pill box you just picked up is the medicine I take all year round.
If I don't take those medicines, I will get sick easily." As he spoke, he felt a lot more relaxed, as if a big stone had been lifted off. He originally planned to stop talking, but he couldn't stop once he started speaking, "
Bipolar disorder was diagnosed by a psychiatrist when I was seventeen, and I was diagnosed with borderline perverted personality when I was twenty. You heard me right, it’s a pervert. At first I couldn’t understand it, and I couldn’t understand it.
Accept it, but now I slowly understand that this kind of personality is actually——"
Han Feilu suddenly interrupted him: "I know."
Zhou Song was surprised: "You know?"
Han Feilu's face became solemn as he recalled something: "There used to be a consultant in the city bureau. He had a PhD in criminal psychology. He had studied abroad and earned a living. He had strong personal abilities and solved many serious cases during his tenure. After he
The prisoner in a case he was involved in took advantage of a legal loophole and was acquitted. This person clearly committed a crime, but he was endorsed by a professional lawyer, so the law could not give him any punishment. This is a rotten person who raped a young girl. Once he
Walking out of the detention center was like letting the tiger go home. On the tenth day after he was acquitted, someone found him in the garbage dump in the south of the city. He drank too much. He didn't know when he went to the garbage dump, but he felt uncomfortable. He went to the hospital for a check-up.
I took off his pants and found out he had been castrated."
Zhou Song: "Did the consultant do it?"
Han Feilu: "Everyone suspected him, but no one could provide evidence. Even the man himself couldn't tell who did it. After that incident, the consultant resigned from the city bureau. Now he
He changed his career as a lawyer and was very prosperous. He did his duty diligently and tried his best to defend criminals. Therefore, with his help, many guilty people had their sentences reduced and even were exonerated by him. I saw him in court last year.
When it came to him, he defended a financial fraudster. He defeated the police and overturned all the evidence that the police had worked hard to search for. The fraudster who caused the death of hundreds of thousands of families was released in court." He smiled bitterly.
, sighed, "This is a complex world, and humans are the most complex animals."
Zhou Song listened with half-understanding: "You want to say that I am as complicated as him?"
Han Feilu stretched out his arms and put them on the back of the chair, looking up at the very low clouds: "When I came out of the court that day, he invited me to drink and reminisce about old times. He sat at the roadside barbecue stall and talked to me.
I say he is not a normal person, he is a borderline psychopath. He lacks emotional antennae and has never had the ability to empathize. He is selfish and indifferent, but he can distinguish between good and evil. He will use the law to restrain himself, and he is always challenging the bottom line of the law.
. He liked his job as a criminal consultant very much. Crime and bloodshed made him excited, and he enjoyed defeating those criminals. He resigned from the city bureau not because of the rumors that were spreading at the time, but because he suddenly felt that violence could easily defeat the law. The law is no longer
The only way he can defeat criminals is to find great power."
Zhou Song suddenly became interested in this patient he had never met before: "He looks like me, but not like me either."
Han Feilu gave him a long look: "I also think you are similar to him. You have a far more sensitive sense of crime than ordinary people. You helped me find Hong Yibai, not because you want to repay a favor, but because you are very sensitive to kidnapping."
He's interested in the criminal, you want to catch him yourself, and you get a kick out of chasing the criminal."
Zhou Song turned his head and looked at him, his eyes silent and deep: "When did you know?"
Han Feilu: "Know that you are different from ordinary people? I could see it the day I took you to Shuanglong Bridge."
Zhou Song thought that he was hiding well in front of Han Feilu, but he didn't know that he had already seen it clearly. He was a little lucky that Han Feilu had clearly seen through him, but he hadn't alienated him yet. "What do you want to say?
, like that consultant, will I one day embark on the illegal path of aiding the tyrants and committing lynching?"
Han Feilu: "I haven't finished talking yet. You and he have similarities and differences."
Zhou Song: "What's the difference?"
Han Feilu: "You know how to vent your emotions correctly."
Zhou Song didn't understand: "What about?"
Han Feilu pointed at his face and sneered: "For example, you slapped me just now."
Zhou Song was choked and stopped talking.
Han Feilu added: "Freud said that everyone has a violation...what is a violation?"
Zhou Song glanced at him, pursed his lips and smiled: "It's a violation of the energy storage. This energy is constant and needs to be released in some way to weaken his aggressive drive." The smile on his face was gradually faded by the wind.
Heping, looking a little confused, said, "To put it simply, it is to transform one's desire to commit crimes into other desires. But for people like us, this is a very difficult thing to do."