Raising snakes is a curse

Chapter 551 Murder
For a while, I was angry and funny.

Yin Qingyuan doesn't want to settle accounts with Qingyan, but also thinks that I have mental problems?At this moment, I wonder if he is still the former Yin Qingyuan!

"Hold on."

Yin Qingyuan touched my hand, then went to open the door for the doctor.

A female doctor in a white coat with gold-rimmed eyes came in from the door.

The female doctor was carrying a box in her hand. When she saw Yin Qingyuan, she nodded politely and smiled, then looked at me sitting on the bed, and asked Yin Qingyuan: "This is Miss Wang Wu, right?!"

I ignored the female doctor, Yin Qingyuan nodded to the female doctor.

"Correct."

The female doctor looked up at Yin Qingyuan, the eyes under the glasses showed a lot of light full of love to Yin Qingyuan.

But she also has professionalism after all, so she took a chair, sat next to me, opened her box, took out a stethoscope from it, and asked if I could auscultate me first?
I glanced at Yin Qingyuan and said nothing.

Yin Qingyuan explained to the female doctor: "If you are in good health, please come here, just to enlighten my wife."

"Your wife? Looking at you, you are quite young. This girl is not very old. Are you married?"

The female doctor began to gossip with Yin Qingyuan.

Hearing the female doctor ask this question, Yin Qingyuan was a little displeased, but she still answered the doctor patiently: "Well, my wife and I love each other very much and have been together for many years."

"Oh! My childhood sweetheart!"

The female doctor answered a little unwillingly, but she knew that I was Yin Qingyuan's target, and her interest in Yin Qingyuan had gone down a lot for the time being, so she focused on me. The thick glasses looked at me, and asked Yin Qingyuan again: "Can you explain your wife's symptoms to me? The more detailed the better."

"I'm mentally fine."

I tried my best to restrain my temper, and explained my current situation to Yin Qingyuan as calmly as possible.

At this time, Yin Qingyuan also sat down beside me very considerately, and hugged me into his arms.

"I know you're fine mentally, but I'm just worried that Qingyan will cast too much shadow on you, so I asked a psychiatrist to come over, just to help you open up and help you forget about Qingyan quickly."

……

At this moment, I was speechless.

When did Yin Qingyuan become like this?

I sat on the bed and listened to Yin Qingyuan explaining my condition to this female doctor. Apart from wanting to laugh and being depressed, I didn't have any other superfluous emotions.

After Yin Qingyuan knew about my past, the female doctor looked at me with a strange expression on her face.

Although this expression was only fleeting on her face, I still caught it.

"Why, do you think my experience is bizarre?"

I asked the female doctor.

What Yin Qingyuan told her was to beautify and down-to-earth. If she knew my real experience, she might get mentally ill herself.

It is rare for me to be so rational now.

"No, no, cases like yours are very common in my place."

The female doctor said, and asked me again: "In your subconscious mind, do you like that person named Qingyan?"

"Generally speaking, most people suffer from Stockholm Syndrome more or less, especially women, who are abused by the abuser and eventually fall in love with the abuser. You may not realize that you already like him in your heart."

"So after he died, you would have the illusion of seeing others as him, and you would not let him appear."

What the hell kind of logic is this?

The female doctor's words really made me laugh for a while.

"Is your brain sick? If I subconsciously like him, why would I want him to die?"

I asked the psychiatrist.

Originally, I wanted to know if this so-called psychiatrist could ask me what was wrong with me, but I didn't expect to say that I subconsciously fell in love with Qingyan when I opened my mouth.

What international joke is she playing.

But when Yin Qingyuan who was beside me heard what the female doctor said, her face became a little ugly.

"Don't be nervous. In fact, this is a very normal thing. Many people who come to me for consultation have symptoms like yours."

"Some women who are raped by strong women will fall in love with their perpetrators, but they can't accept it psychologically. They can't accept that they will fall in love with such criminals, so they will spare no effort to kill each other and hate On the other hand, there are many such cases."

Hehe, I'm drunk. Sure enough, the kind of normal people who are often shown on TV will be called mentally ill. It turns out that it also happens in life.

I didn't want to talk to this female doctor anymore, and said directly to Yin Qingyuan: "Send her away, I'm not sick!"

It may be that Yin Qingyuan didn't quite believe what the psychiatrist said, so he smiled politely at the female doctor and said to her: "I probably already understand what you said, please go back."

We refused to treat, the female doctor got up and put away the box, and then said to Yin Qingyuan before going out: "Sir, I have been in the profession for more than ten years and have helped tens of thousands of people heal their psychological trauma. If you still wish your wife and children to be well?" If you wake up, I suggest you listen to my words."

"Your wife's current state is affected by the Stockholm Syndrome. She has real feelings for the person who abused her. If you don't believe it, she will continue to mention that person in her life in the future. name."

"Okay, I get it, let's go."

After all, Yin Qingyuan immediately shut the female doctor out.

Originally, I was angry because Yin Qingyuan didn't kill Qingyan when he saw Qingyan, but instead went to a psychiatrist to treat me, but now the psychiatrist said that I fell in love with Qingyan in my heart, which made me angry I felt even more like being tricked by a monkey.

After Yin Qingyuan sent the female doctor away, I asked Yin Qingyuan: "How is it? Do you also believe the words of this psychiatrist? Do you believe that I like Qingyan subconsciously?"

Yin Qingyuan walked towards me, stretched out his hand and tapped on the tip of my nose: "Of course I don't believe it."

"However, the one who came in just now is a top psychiatrist in the country. I think it must be too fast for you to look down, and you can't accept it for a while, so you have the illusion that Qingyan is still there."

It is the same as not saying this sentence.

At this time, I don't want to talk to Yin Qingyuan anymore. I don't know why they all don't believe why Qingyan is standing in front of us, they collectively don't believe it.

Now I don't want to be angry with myself anymore, so I turn on the TV and prepare to watch some variety shows so that I can forget about it first.

But as soon as I turned on the TV, I saw a local graphic news on the TV.

I accidentally clicked in to take a look, and saw that it said that in a certain abandoned construction site, there were more than a dozen strange female corpses, and then there were pictures of these female corpses below.

Although the mosaic was applied, judging from the body exposed outside the mosaic, these female corpses are not the same as the woman who got stuck under our wheels during the day yesterday? !

I was a little dazed, so I quickly took out my phone and searched for the news!
After opening the comments under the news, I was dumbfounded.

I saw hundreds of comments below, all saying that this kind of weird female corpse appeared near my home, but it has been hit in the hot search, and everyone doesn't know what these women are and where they come from!

Overnight, countless such strange blue female corpses appeared all over the city.

When Yin Qingyuan saw the female corpse yesterday, he frowned, but told us that it was just a handicraft.

But if it was a handicraft, why would Yin Qingyuan frown?
If it was a handicraft, why did it appear in every corner of the city without everyone knowing?
Thinking of the way that thing stared at me when I was about to leave yesterday, I felt chills all over my body, and felt a little hairy in my heart.

What could it be that we can't even recognize what it is? !

(End of this chapter)