My Beauty Collection: Starting from Banshee Town

Chapter 660 Treatment
Chicago, the Windy City.

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

After the two finished talking on the phone, Ethan didn't stay at home any longer. Seeing that it was almost time, he hurried out again.

As early as when I was in Texas, I made an appointment with a well-known psychiatrist clinic online.

In fact, there was one thing he didn't tell Black.

After that night in the slaughterhouse, the death of those people appeared in his mind from time to time, which had never happened before.

Mental illness is also a disease.

Despite his resistance, he still 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 door opened, and the staff on the opposite reception desk stood up.

"Hello."

Ethan flashed out the phone screen and tapped twice:
"Ethan Morgan, I have an appointment."

"Okay." The staff member nodded, and quickly reached out to the side: "Mr. Morgan, this way please."

Very good attitude, full of smiles.

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

Psychiatrists are originally high-income groups here.

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

The police station has free services, but he is not interested.

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

"doctor."

After the staff knocked on the door, they pushed the door open.

With his hands in his pockets, Ethan walked in calmly, looking around.

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

He didn't understand either, but he felt inexplicably relaxed a lot.

"Mr. Morgan, welcome."

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

"Hello."

Ethan shook hands with her: "Coffee, thank you!"

"You're welcome." She walked to the coffee machine next to her: "You can sit anywhere!"

It is more accurate to say that it is a doctor, but a psychotherapist.

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

After all, in this country, the title of doctor means many things, including high income, intellectuals, and good social status.

His eyes swept around, and he habitually sat down in a corner against the wall.

The single sofa is very soft and wraps the whole body.

"Your coffee."

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

"No."

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

His answer stunned the doctor's expression.

Among the guests I have received, some are taciturn, unable to pry a word for a long time.

There are those who talk endlessly, more than their own words.

But like this, it is still rare.

But she quickly realized that she was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ethan waving.

"I'll just say it straight." Ethan put down his cup and said in a deep voice:

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

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

"I had an auditory hallucination, and the picture of that time flashed in my mind from time to time. I don't know what happened to me. Please help me analyze it."

"I don't know what occupation you are engaged in, Mr. Morgan?"

The psychiatrist raised Erlang's legs. Although she was a little stiff, she still kept smiling decently: "I don't know your situation well, so I can't make a judgment."

"Don't worry, unless our chat is about an impending crime."

"Your information is with me and will not be disclosed to anyone."

While talking, she held a small notebook in her hand, writing and drawing from time to time, similar to her usual notes.

"do not worry."

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

"You don't need to understand me, just analyze it according to the usual situation."

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

"Actually, it is a life after all. It is normal to have a situation like yours."

"We have also studied many cases. In the violent departments such as the military and the police, this kind of problem is very common."

"No."

Ethan looked around, shook his head and said:

"You didn't listen to me, I never had that problem before."

"The ones I kill are basically the damned."

"So, there will be no such thing as psychological trauma like you said."

"Mr. Morgan" the female doctor tapped her fingers on her knees: "Excuse me, how long has it been since you let yourself relax?"

Ethan shrugged: "I just finished my vacation."

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

"Police is a job that requires a high degree of concentration."

"The danger is extremely high."

"From my point of view, you might feel like you're relaxed, but mentally, you're on edge all the time."

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

She grabbed the small notebook and continued: "I don't know if it's your professional habit, but you are indeed subconsciously observing places that may pose a threat to you."

"And the position you choose is also particular, right?"

"Against the wall, most of the places in the room are within your observation range."

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

Ethan narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the female doctor continued to speak softly: "In this long-term tense state, the body may be fine, but there will be mental problems, including the things you just said, will appear."

"Mr. Morgan, how long has it been since you relaxed?"

Ethan didn't want to answer this question.

What the other party said was right. I really haven't tried that kind of long-term relaxation in a dangerous environment for a long, long time.

When I was in Banshee Town, I could often swim in the lake alone.

Here, it seems that things are always one after another, and there is no stopping at all.

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

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

The doctor spread his hands and said with a smile: "Many times, things are as simple as that. Try to live a happier life."

"understood."

Ethan nodded and took out his phone: "Just for fun, right?"

"Yes."

The doctor said with a sigh: "It sounds simple, but it is very difficult. Many people in the world find it difficult to have simple happiness."

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

"Mr. Morgan, what are you doing?"

"Listen to you and have fun."

Ethan was kind, and found the event planner of the moving party last time in the address book.

At home, it's safe enough.

Late night parties are also fun enough.

(End of this chapter)