After modification, enter the love game

The doctor spat out a mouthful of coffee.

Being a psychologist is like being a priest, you will always hear a lot of weird things.

He was prepared.

But isn’t this a bit too weird?

The doctor felt that he needed a psychiatrist to heal himself.

If that doesn't work, a Taoist priest can also do it.

The doctor was an adult male of about 30 years old. His last name was Wen. He had some curly hair and wore thick glasses. His myopia was so severe that he could not tell the difference between male and female at a distance of 10 meters, and between humans and animals at a distance of 30 meters.

He looked rather sloppy, with an untidy beard, an untidy white coat, slippers, and a hastily tied blue tie. He looked like an unkempt movie star, with a harmless and sloppy temperament.

It is difficult to say whether this image is intended to make visitors feel friendly or is simply due to unhygienic conditions. At least judging from the results, Dr. Wen did a pretty good job.

"So, you came to talk to me too?"

Doctor Wen smiled friendly, "That's surprising. I thought people like you and Jiang Mu would never see a psychiatrist."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I heard from the director that no matter what trouble you get into, you will immediately put the blame on each other." Doctor Wen said, "People who don't blame themselves for their mistakes will naturally have a good mentality."

Li Hua: "..."

He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't understand whether this was a compliment or a scolding.

If you can't figure it out, just don't think about it. He sat opposite the doctor and said slowly:

"I have a friend."

Doctor Wen understood and smiled:

"There's no one else here, we can talk freely."

"…It's not me. I really have a friend." Li Hua said, "His name is Jiang Mu."

Doctor Wen understood: "You really like to blame each other."

Li Hua: "..."

It is unclear what the answer is.

He rolled his eyes, "Never mind, whatever."

"I have a friend who has a strange, even paranoid resistance to the idea of ​​'premature love'."

Li Hua paused, "His original words were, 'In order to escape from somewhere, I have told enough lies and deceived enough girls'...

Could you please tell me, is there any connection between the two?"

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The place recommended by Jiang Mu was indeed very good, so good that Ella had a comfortable dream.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge movie theater, and the screen was like the eyes of a giant.

"Sure enough, the cinema is like a prostitute. Since there have been customers before, there must be more than just one customer."

The man dressed as an announcer looked calm.

"Welcome to 'Jiang Mu's Underwear'... Oh, this is a tentative name. If you have any suggestions, you can point them out. I will not change it regardless of whether it is appropriate or not."

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"Welcome to 'Jiang Mu's Underwear'... This is a tentative name. If you have any suggestions, please point them out. I will not change it regardless of whether it is appropriate or not."

The announcer casually opened a bottle of beer and took a sip.

"What a shame," he sighed.

Ella looked around and turned back: "What a pity?"

"It's a pity that you came a little late." The announcer sighed, "Otherwise I would have had a lot of fun watching it... But it's not certain, I'll meet him sooner or later, I'm very confident in this world."

Ella thought for two or three seconds: "You said, 'I'm late'... What you mean is that you think I can 'come earlier'."

She quickly came up with the answer.

"You mean... someone else came here before me, and I might know that person, or you think I should know him, right?"

After Ella finished speaking, she showed an expression that showed she didn't know what to say.

"Also, what a crappy name!"

"Very good, very smart." The announcer smiled, "I like smart guests. It saves me from having to explain things all over again every time."

He paused for a moment, "You are right. You are not the first guest. There were two or three people before you... As for who you know, I can guess from their names."

The announcer didn't give Ella a chance to ask further questions.

He pulled out two CDs.

"What do you want to see?"

Ella didn't think twice: "Will it cost money?"

"..."

The announcer was silent for five full seconds.

"Need not."

He added: "Including these drinks, popcorn, snacks, all free... As for the price, just think of it as the world paying for you."

Ella still didn't think twice: "Time limit?"

"..."

The announcer thought to himself, are you eating a buffet here?

Is it still limited in time?

Is your next question whether you can take out?

He said: "No time limit, no deposit required, and no take-out."

Ella finally asked, "Can I come next time?"

"…I don't have the final say on this. It depends on what the 'financial sponsor' thinks."

The announcer looked hopeless, "It's true that there is no time limit here, but if you don't start the movie, they might wake up... I can't say when they will come next time."

He asked, "Are you sure you don't want to open the movie?"

"Of course I'm not sure." Ella always listened to advice, "Please play one. What movie do you recommend?"

"There are two movies you can watch right now, one is called 'Perfect Life' and the other is called 'Lies'," the announcer said. "I personally recommend 'Lies' more."

“What’s the reason for your recommendation?”

"Because I haven't seen this movie either, I watched it while you were watching it."

Ella: "..."

She felt that the announcer didn't need to be so honest.

"Well, then this one."

"Order."

The announcer smiled and said, "A reminder before watching: this movie is all based on real events, and there is basically no adaptation. If there are any similarities, it is not a coincidence... However, it did not happen in this world."

"Well, welcome to Lie."

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"Newly received goods?"

"Yes, it was just shipped here. It came from the south via a long route. The code was just touched this morning."

"What's there?"

"Only one fart kid."

"Child?" The man who asked the question frowned. "Did you faint? Don't cry out loud later."

"No need. This kid is dumb. He won't cry or make a fuss. He will just look at you when he's beaten. He might have a problem with his brain." The woman driving the car said, "Because of this, he has been transferred several times and has never been sold."

"How to deal with it?"

"Let's see first. It's rare to see such a young child. See if anyone wants to buy it. If you can sell it whole, you can make a lot of money. If not, break your hands and feet and beg. You can always make your money back."

"It's not very safe. The situation is tense right now. Should we take it apart?"

"We'll talk about it later."

It was a van, the color that was very common on the streets. The advantage of this type of van was that it was extremely durable and had enough space to at least fit a few human traffickers and a "cargo".

No one had any extra reaction to words like dismantling and breaking limbs; they were familiar with the process, as familiar as a butcher swinging his knife.

As for the child, he was probably really dumb or a fool. He just stared straight ahead with eyes as empty as the distant wind.

Generally speaking, there are three possible outcomes for abducted children like him.

The first is to sell them intact to remote villages or to low- and middle-class families who cannot have children. This method of shipping has low risks and high profits, and is often the first choice.

Young women can also be shipped in this way, and they are far more popular than children.

Children are young and don’t remember anything, like brand new blank sheets of paper. After a few years of careless carelessness, they will forget everything. The buyer is an accomplice and often won’t reveal his or her actions.

As for the sellers, since they are engaged in this kind of business that will get them beaten up in prison, their consciences have long been eaten away by money, and even if they die, they will walk into hell with a laugh, let alone surrender themselves.

This kind of ending can be good or bad. The good one is probably what the news said, "sold from a multi-millionaire to a billionaire's home." But since it's on the news, it means that this kind of thing is extremely rare.

As for the bad things, it is probably being used as farm tools or livestock, and life being like a nightmare, long and endless, from which one cannot wake up.

But this is already the best ending. Compared to the second ending of having broken limbs and begging, at least this can ensure that the limbs are intact.

As for the third one, of course it is selling.

Human beings are very strange creatures. When their limbs are complete, they only cost three thousand dollars a month, but if each part of them is taken apart, the selling price can increase by ten or even a hundred times.

However, very few human traffickers would use this final resort, certainly not because of ridiculous reasons such as conscience, but because it is too dangerous, channels are difficult to find, and a lot of profits will be lost, that's all.

The van was still moving, the stars disappeared, the moon was dark, and the engine was rumbling, as if it was driving on the road to hell.

The boy's eyes were still empty, with only an occasional gleam of thought in them.

He was skinny and covered with bruises.

But he has not died yet, his heart is strong and stubborn, and he has not given up hope.

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"Generally speaking, many mental illnesses are caused by unhappy childhoods." Dr. Wen took a sip of coffee. "If the patient lives in a family where the parents quarrel for a long time, or feels insecure for some reason, he or she will develop an inferiority complex and withdrawn personality over time, leading to the development of mental illness."

Li Hua thought for a full twenty seconds, but couldn't find the words "inferiority complex" and "unsociable" to describe someone.

Doctor Wen seemed to see what he was thinking, and he said:

"You must have heard that in this world, most mental illnesses can be cured on their own. This process is actually very troublesome, and sometimes it is difficult for us to interfere. For example, I know a patient who has a luxurious life and a lot of money, but she has anorexia and there is no news of recovery yet.

What I want to say is that the mind is different from the body. If you are cut on the body, you need to go through multiple steps such as stopping bleeding, reducing inflammation, suturing, and removing stitches. Even if you heal well, your scars will be obvious. This is why some pregnant women are unwilling to have a cut on their belly even if it is extremely painful, because the scars do affect the appearance. "

Doctor Wen paused, "But the mind is different. Oftentimes, the trauma of the mind will not show up, or even be revealed, because humans are very complex and powerful creatures. I heard about an Alzheimer's patient who forgot about his Alzheimer's disease, and then he recovered."

Li Hua didn't understand, but was greatly shocked.

He asked: "So, the wounds of the soul don't actually exist?"

"No, notice I said 'will not be visible', not 'do not exist'."