Chapter 3820 My System Is Split (Part 12)

Chapter 3793 My system is refined (12)

"It doesn't matter. We can change to another store next time." She didn't want to get the answer to this question. After asking, she said to herself: "With so many stores, there is always one that you will like."

"I am looking forward."

"Me too."

After Ranbai left, he went to a psychological clinic.

She runs the clinic herself, and her treatment depends entirely on her mood.

Naturally, this clinic is not for ordinary treatment of mental illness.

Most of the patients who come here come through special channels.

The patient who came here today was very unfamiliar. It was a very hot day, but his whole body was wrapped tightly. Only his eyes were exposed, and he could not see the light. His whole body was tense as if someone would rush in and kill him in the next second.

Ranbai was obviously used to it. She was wearing a white coat and put on glasses before looking at the man.

"You are Rong Bai." The man also stared at her. This sentence was not a question, but a statement to himself. His eyes were black and red, and he was extremely exhausted, but he was still strong. Keep your spirits up.

The word "frightened bird" is perfect to describe him.

The clinic is simple and cold. The curtains are drawn, blocking the light, and the breeze occasionally blows through the curtains.

Ranbai only glanced at the man. She did not ask about his situation, nor did she ask him to take off his mask. She had seen many patients with weird personalities, including herself.

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

The man paused, then sat down. He took off his mask, revealing an unshaven face that had obviously not been repaired for a long time.

"I'm too tired." He grabbed a handful of hair and messed it up. His temperament was gloomy and sharp, and he murmured: "I want to take a nap."

If anyone saw his face at this time, they would be shocked, because that face is exactly the same as that of a murderer reported on the news recently!

"Okay." Ranbai handed him a cup of tea without hesitation.

The man took it nervously, looked around, hesitated and drank it.

Ranbai knew this situation all too well. She didn't ask the man for any information or his current situation. She was just chatting aimlessly with a friend, talking casually, as if enjoying a cup of afternoon tea during leisure time in the afternoon.

"It's so hot today, I feel like I'm going to melt." She successfully made the atmosphere calm and relaxed with a half-joking tone, and her tone was gentle.

But even words like this made the man slowly relax,

While drinking tea, he replied slowly: "Yes, it is indeed very hot."

"Maybe I need a parasol, but I don't know where to buy it."

"The shopping mall over there at Huaxing is pretty good." The man answered subconsciously.

"Oh, that's a coincidence. I go to this place often, and it has a lot of things I like."

"Yes, the computer software there is very powerful."

Ranbai pretends to be listening, is extremely patient, looks very interested, and occasionally brings up new topics. Her words are humorous and moderate, and will not make people feel offended. Even if they have never met before, they can easily talk to her. During this half-hour conversation, I felt like I had met a close friend.

Maybe even the man himself didn't realize it. He had begun to relax slowly. He leaned on the chair and drank all the tea he was holding. Ranbai poured him another cup and he talked more. , talked about many interesting things, and Ranbai's response made him feel that she understood him, which felt great.

There was no one else in the psychology clinic. It was clean and large. The curtains blocked half of the sunlight. The atmosphere was quiet and the voices of conversations were particularly harmonious.

There is a light fragrance lingering in the air that is so light that it is almost impossible to catch it. It seems that it will dissipate at any time. It is difficult for people to notice, but it lingers around the breath all the time.

Everything is reassuring.

The man was really too tired. In a relaxed situation, sleepiness came faster than he imagined, and his eyelids slowly began to become heavy. However, he was unaware and unsuspecting. He fell asleep with a smile and breathed. It also gradually became longer.

If normally speaking,

This is enough.

But her goal was only half successful.

The truth will tell him,

Falling asleep in front of a psychiatrist is really dangerous.

Ranbai looked at the sleeping man quietly for a long time, then controlled the remote control to open the basement of the clinic, dragged the sleeping man to the operating table and pulled him all the way in. Her movements were too easy and too skillful, as if she had done it thousands of times. .

The basement fell into complete darkness, and Ranbai turned on the lights and adjusted the light to very dim.

In an instant.

The dim light reflected the entire basement, and everything you looked at was shocking!

I saw that the four walls were covered with photos, all kinds and strange, from different people in the world! There are victims, perpetrators, and every patient she has ever treated. They are densely covered on the walls, airtight. Each photo records a different state, awake, sleeping, excited or... Crazy ones, and even...dead ones.

Different faces, completely different expressions are reflected in the eyes, the lights flicker on and off, and the empty darkness makes people's scalp numb, and a chill rises from the bone marrow.

Different cold weapons were also placed on the four tables, and in the middle was a large screen to more clearly project the person's expression at that moment.

This is belonging.

her world.

Ranbai pushed the operating table to the middle. The man lying on it had not woken up from beginning to end, without even a slight movement or change. He seemed to be immersed in some sweet dream and had no idea where he was.

The psychiatrist stood beside him, wearing a white coat that was gentle and ascetic. However, in such an environment, no matter how easy-going her temperament seemed, it would make people feel weird. Her pupils were deep, faintly tinged with excitement, and then disappeared in an instant.

She first took out the camera from the basement, adjusted the focus, and began to take a photo of the man lying on the operating table, and then put the camera aside.

He took out a pocket watch from his pocket. It had a cold color and a slender golden chain hanging down. It reflected the pair of golden glasses he was wearing. The brown eyes under the lenses were slightly narrowed, taking in the man's expression.

Her fingertips hooked the chain of the pocket watch, causing the silver pocket watch to hang down and sway slightly. Every time it shook, it made an air-cold sound that echoed in the basement for a long time.

The man who had been in a coma with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and lifeless, and gradually focused, staring straight at the pocket watch in mid-air.

The pocket watch was shaking slightly, and Ranbai was smiling. Her voice was low, as if to lure the soul. Along with the sound of the pocket watch shaking, in the empty and scary basement: "That day was a very ordinary day. The sun was just right and the wind was blowing. in your face."