Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 173 The Dragon King's Psychological Counseling

During Lu Mingfei's military training, Old Tang's mental state was not very good, he always had strange dreams, dreaming of a little boy running to call his brother and so on.

Emma, ​​the clerk at the coffee shop downstairs, heard what Tang had said and recommended a psychologist to him, and the fee was said to be very cheap.

"You are both Asian, maybe you can get along with each other." As Emma said, she handed a business card to Old Tang.

Old Tang had never seen a psychiatrist before, and he had a very good mentality, but faced with increasingly strange dreams these days, Old Tang finally couldn't stand it anymore, and followed the guidance on his business card to the psychological doctor. Inside the clinic.

This clinic seems to have just opened, and the tiles still smell of building materials. Unlike the somewhat cold corridors, the environment of the treatment room is quite warm.

A very serious-looking man received Old Tang, claiming to be the psychological counselor of this clinic.

"You are so lucky," the man communicated with Old Tang in a serious manner, "I just came out of a big hospital to work alone, and my charges were very high before."

The appearance of the man is different from the amiable psychiatrist that Old Tang imagined, but his serious appearance is unexpectedly very reliable, making people want to tell his story to him.

So at the doctor's request, Old Tang collapsed on a comfortable and soft sofa, quietly listening to the doctor's slow and low-pitched words, accompanied by the green smoke curling up from the incense, Old Tang entered the room in a drowsy state. Dreamland.

"Liar, villain!" In the endless darkness, Old Tang felt as if he was floating in the air. A little boy's voice came from the front, with a hazy echo.

The voice was like a flame, tearing a hole in the darkness in front of Old Tang. Old Tang walked forward along the light and looked at a little boy sitting there.

He hugged his knees, buried his head in his arms, and seemed to be sad about something.

"What's the matter?" Old Tang looked at the little boy who had appeared in his dream, this was the first time he saw him like this.

"Brother, you're here." The child raised his head and looked at Old Tang with golden pupils that were different from ordinary people: "Are you here to eat me?"

"Huh? I told you that I don't know how to eat people." Old Tang shook his head incredulously, but the boy held his hand. The little hand was as hot as coals. Old Tang wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

"Brother, time is running out, be careful with that man, he is lying to you, he is a bad guy." The boy warned, let go of Old Tang's hand, pushed both hands, an irresistible force came, and Old Tang felt He was falling rapidly.

At the last moment, Old Tang saw a figure running towards him in that ray of light, and the little boy was opening his arms, desperately trying to protect himself from that man's hands.

"Damn it!" Old Tang screamed and bounced off the sofa, and then fell back onto the soft cushion under the force of gravity, smashing the sofa for a while.

"Mr. Tang, please calm down." The psychiatrist sitting on the chair comforted him, and handed him a glass of water.

"Ah, thank you, Dr. Toyama." Old Tang nodded to the Japanese man named Masashi Toyama in front of him: "Sorry, I saw some strange things."

Old Tang drank a couple of sips, and the cold feeling of the water slid from his throat to his stomach, which made him feel much more comfortable. After a moment of silence, Old Tang opened his mouth and said:

"I saw a boy and he...he called me brother, but I never met him and had no siblings."

Toyama was recording something on paper with a pen. Hearing this, he asked, "Can you describe his appearance?"

"He didn't wear clothes, he sat there with his legs crossed, and his hair was very long..." Old Tang racked his brains to describe the boy's appearance, while Toyama tried to draw the child that Old Tang saw in his dream on the paper.

With the rustling of pencils, Old Tang's description came to an end, and Toyama also stopped drawing, and handed the paper to Old Tang.

"Mr. Tang, do you see this?"

"Wow, this painting is really similar." Old Tang touched the portrait in his hand and muttered, "It's exactly the same as the one in the dream."

Toyama moved his wrist a few times, stood up and opened the cabinet next to him, took out a mirror from it and handed it to Old Tang.

"Actually, Mr. Tang, you may not realize it, but please look in the mirror."

Old Tang looked at himself in the mirror, then turned his head to look at the black and white sketch on the paper, and hesitantly asked for a long time, "This child...is very similar to me?"

"Yes, Mr. Tang," Toyama nodded, "People's subconscious will leave memories of the past. In dreams, these residues of memories will be awakened, reorganized, and finally turned into a dream that looks real."

"That is to say, this child is actually me?" Old Tang looked at the boy's portrait with a complicated expression. From this point of view, the two really look alike, just like twins who grew up together.

"This may reflect your inner conflict, Mr. Tang. You just said that the boy was preventing others from hurting you. Can you ask who that person is?" Toyama asked kindly.

"It's a good brother of mine. We met on the Internet. We just met recently and played together for a few days." Old Tang recalled the figure running towards him. Wasn't that familiar appearance exactly the Lu Mingfei who played with him before? .

"Did he lie to you?" Toyama asked, "Or, did he do something you don't like."

Old Tang rubbed his chin and muttered, "Liar, liar, why do I think Lao Lu is a liar?"

Recalling what the two of them did when Lu Mingfei came to New York, Old Tang also couldn't understand why he subconsciously felt that Lu Mingfei was a liar when they played well together.

"Maybe it's not a big deal, just a small matter, a small quarrel or something." Toyama reminded.

But this awakened Old Tang. He slapped his thigh and shouted:

"I remembered, this kid lied to me that he was not very good at interstellar, and later we played a father-son game, and he beat me to death with one hand."

Since Lu Mingfei has made rapid progress after coming into contact with StarCraft, Old Tang has long been unable to keep up with his footsteps, so he used red dots to fight StarCraft with Old Tang before (don't ask me how to do it).

This time when they met offline, the two turned on the computer and wanted to play a father-son game. They lost the one called Dad, and Lao Tang soon discovered that Lu Mingfei's real strength was far beyond his imagination.

"So I've been worrying about this these days?" Old Tang said incredulously, "Isn't it just playing games? I don't even know I'm so narrow-minded."

"That's why, Mr. Tang, you dreamed of a child, and a man died of a teenager." Toyama made a rare joke, and turned to hand two pieces of fudge to Old Tang.

"Mr. Tang, this situation may be caused by too much work pressure. I heard you said that you are always on business trips all over the world. Why don't you take a leave and take a break?"

After getting out of the clinic, Lao Tang felt a lot lighter for no reason, and was ready to take on some easy tasks and have fun in China.

Behind Old Tang, Toyama Masashi, the psychological counselor of Kassel College, was panting heavily, his back soaked in cold sweat.

"It's so fucking exciting," the unsmiling man swears for the first time: "I'm actually giving psychological counseling to the Dragon King."

(End of this chapter)