Chapter 448 If that Person Is Really Not Angry

Before suicide became the focus of everyone's attention, when everyone was still relatively unfamiliar with suicide, everyone was also unfamiliar with suicide intervention hotlines. Few people cared about it, and few people knew about it. But now suicide is taking a certain cultural form on the Internet. With the rapid development of society and society, this trend is probably unavoidable, not only around the sea. According to statistics and predictions from the United Nations Health Organization, suicide is a period of high incidence now and for many years to come.

Precisely because suicide is well known to everyone, the suicide hotline can be publicized and widely understood by everyone. Sometimes I really don’t know if we also publicize suicide when we popularize suicide prevention. I would never have thought of it. People learn to commit suicide because they learn to prevent suicide. "

Mu Chun knew that such troubles did not make much sense, because there are such contradictions in any culture. For example, while preventing crimes, some people will also think of committing crimes.

"But if you don't do it, you just sit there and wait for death, because the number of suicides caused by suicide prevention is far less than the number of suicides caused by other reasons, such as high incidence of depression, poor interpersonal relationships, broken love, unemployment, simply feeling great pressure, and psychotic disorders. Suicidal behavior and so on are all factors that cause suicide, and we have no excuse for not doing anything," Chu Xiaofeng said seriously.

"Yes, I understand." Muchun said.

It was already 8:30 in the evening when I left Chu Xiaofeng’s house. There were only a few people walking on the road. Because it was too cold, no one wanted to hang out outside. However, the night was extremely clear that day, and it was hard to tell that the recent sea route was still there. In the hazy season.

Muchun crossed the road and walked into a shopping mall.

A blast of warmth hits you, mixed with the scents of a variety of natural and non-natural materials.

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The shopping mall downstairs of Professor Chu's house has been open for five or six years. It was transformed from an old shopping mall, which is commonly known as reopening.

There are many times more people in the mall than on the road. There is a shop selling essential oils right when you enter. Essential oil soaps, essential oil fragrances, and various products are arranged in an orderly manner, which looks very high-end.

Mu Chun stayed at the door for a while, and a girl wearing an avocado-colored dress with skin as white as a hard-boiled egg walked towards Mu Chun.

"Hello, let me introduce our products to you. We are a perfume shop that provides homemade spices. There are only two in Asia. One is in Kuala Lumpur and the other is in Panhai."

The girl said, raising her hand, and at some point, a silver box appeared in her hand. The box was very delicate and revealed a medieval retro atmosphere.

Before Muchun could speak, the girl opened the box and took out a very thin glass tube.

Mu Chun visually determined that the diameter of this pipe was less than three millimeters and its height was about four centimeters. There was a small log plug at the top.

"This is it?" Muchun asked.

"It's perfume. You can smell it and see if you like it. I guess you will like this smell better." The girl smiled brightly and looked at Mu Chun expectantly.

"Okay, let me smell it."

Muchun took the perfume, opened the cork, and took a whiff.

Later, Muchun's heart skipped a beat. Although the smell was not exactly the same as Xu Dan's, the two might contain a common ingredient.

"Isn't it very comfortable? This perfume has a calming effect. Many therapists recommend our perfume, which is very helpful in healing the soul." The girl continued to say gently.

Healer? It seems that this word is a bit popular recently, I don’t know where I heard it.

Muchun made a mental note and walked towards the store with the perfume.

The girl didn't speak, but followed Mu Chun a few steps away.

Muchun casually looked at a few bottles of finished perfume and then his eyes were attracted by a laboratory-like operating table.

"What is this?" Muchun turned around and asked.

"Ha, this is perfume making equipment. We will teach customers how to make the perfume they want, and our equipment can help customers accurately control the proportion of top, middle and back notes to ensure the stability of the fragrance." The girl His presentation was very professional, and his voice was as sweet as a rose.

Mu Chun spent half an hour watching the girl teach her how to make her own perfume, especially the part about making her own carrier oil. Mu Chun paid special attention to the lesson. The girl said she knew a very popular healer who would put rose petals in it. In the virgin olive oil, cook it slowly over a warm fire, then mix in vitamin E oil to stabilize the oil. Of course, she doesn’t like the fragrance of olive oil, and many customers may not like the taste of olive oil, so she usually It is recommended that guests choose almond oil and grapeseed oil as carrier oils.

This process seems a bit cumbersome, involving many steps and 1-2 weeks of refrigeration. After refrigeration, the petals, herbs and leaves must be filtered.

But the perfume she made was indeed quite special, and Mu Chun guessed that many girls would like it.

"Please tell me, how to tell whether a perfume is homemade or purchased?" Mu Chun asked.

The girl shook her head and looked a little embarrassed, "It's hard to answer this question. Generally speaking, most people use finished perfumes, which are prepared according to a fixed proportion of top notes, middle notes, and base notes, and then add preservatives to stabilize and maintain the perfume. The kind that lasts a long time.

If you want to distinguish, you can probably consider the shelf life of the perfume. Some people don't need the perfume to be stored for a long time, and will add a small amount or even no preservative products. "

The girl tried her best to answer Muchun's question. After answering, she took a small round jar and placed it in front of Muchun. "There is also this. Some people don't like liquid perfume. We also provide solid perfume here. Use melted beeswax instead of water. Add the melted beeswax to the perfume, and then pour the warm mixture into the container and let them solidify. You see, the finished product is like lip balm."

"Please ask again, is there any way to distinguish the ingredients of a perfume, or how reliable is it to infer the ingredients from the fragrance?" Muchun asked again.

"It depends. Internationally famous perfumers may be able to accurately distinguish the ingredients of perfumes very quickly, because generally speaking, it is recommended to use three to four main fragrances to make a perfume. The steps of blending perfumes are generally to add the base notes first, then the middle notes, and finally the top notes. The ideal ratio is 30% top notes, 50% middle notes and 20% base notes.

A perfumer who is very familiar with the fragrance notes is naturally able to distinguish the ingredients of perfumes.

In addition, there is also the factor of time."

"Time?" Muchun asked.

"Well, time. Perfume is a mixture of different notes. When it is sprayed on the skin, the perfume will emit fragrance in a certain order.

The first thing people smell is the top note, which is also the part of the perfume that disappears most easily. It usually disappears within 10 to 15 minutes.

The next is the middle note, which is released after the top note disappears. They are the main ingredients of the perfume and determine the category of the perfume. For example, oriental, woody, fresh or floral notes.

Finally, there is the base note, which highlights and integrates the middle note, which is the theme fragrance of the perfume. It is the basic smell of the perfume and can make the fragrance on the skin last for up to 4 to 5 hours."

4-5 hours?

No, Xu Dan's smell disappeared very quickly. I don't know when she used it. If she used it before coming to the Department of Psychosomatic Medicine, then her perfume disappeared very quickly.

"Sir, is there anything else I need to introduce to you?"

The girl blinked and looked at Mu Chun.

Mu Chun shook her head embarrassedly, walked to the finished perfume counter, and picked a perfume called [Plum and Dusk Snow]. Taking its homonym, Mu Chun thought of Mu Xiao.

The perfume is in a rectangular glass bottle with a pink body.

The clerk said that this perfume is very suitable for independent women. Mu Chun wanted to cry and laugh. In the end, he paid 180 yuan and got into the subway with the perfume.

After returning home and taking a hot shower, it was already 9:30 in the evening. In the dead of night, Mu Chun poured a cup of hot tea, put the perfume on the desk, opened his notebook and started writing today's chapter.

The title of the book he wanted to complete first is tentatively: "What Psychosomatic Doctors Know".

This book introduces to people aged 10 to 100 in easy-to-understand language what a psychosomatic doctor is, why there are such doctors, what his daily work includes, what kind of people can go to a psychosomatic doctor, and where to find a psychosomatic doctor.

The length of this book will not be too long. It looks more like a simple popular science manual. Mu Chun hopes to complete this small book of about 200 pages in two to three months so that more people can have a basic understanding of psychosomatic medicine.

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Mu Chun has always been used to writing with a fountain pen and then inputting it into the computer. The advantage of this is that there is no risk of completely losing the manuscript. Secondly, the brain will think slightly differently when inputting by hand and typing on the keyboard. Mu Chun hopes that he can complete the writing in two different ways, so as to better avoid omissions and errors.

When writing about the third page, Mu Chun's pink children's mobile phone rang.

This mobile phone number should only be known by Ding Jiajun. I didn't expect that after being placed in the drawer for two weeks without moving, this phone still has 80% of the battery.

It's really a super long standby.

Mu Chun was a little nervous. He looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock. At this time, Ding Jiajun suddenly rang this call. Mu Chun began to worry whether Ding Jiajun had encountered any problems again.

For example, did he suddenly miss his girlfriend and fall into depression, or suddenly think about suicide.

Mu Chun pressed the answer button and said first: "Ajun, I'm here."

"I'm glad you're here. Sorry to bother you so late." Ding Jiajun's voice was a little dry.

Mu Chun stood up and walked a few steps beside the desk, trying to stay calm.

"I'm writing something. Is there something wrong with Gong Hai?" Mu Chun asked.

Ding Jiajun told Mu Chun that it was not Gong Hai who had something wrong, but he had encountered a strange thing. At first, he thought it was just a customer who came here because of his reputation, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he called Mu Chun.

The reason why he used the number of this pink mobile phone was probably because he was affected by a gloomy mood. Of course, this was a guess after Mu Chun heard what Ding Jiajun said.

Ding Jiajun talked for a full ten minutes on the other end of the phone, saying that a man suddenly waited for him at the door of the incinerator. The man had a pale and thin face and was dressed in black. He looked like a relative or best friend who had died.

According to Ding Jiajun, this man did not look like a human being. He seemed to have lost the appearance of a human being.

Black top, black pants, from the coat to the sweater and shirt inside were all black. He also wore an inappropriate black hat, which was very high and not popular at all.

It seemed that he knew that Ding Jiajun would appear at the door of the incinerator at that time, and he also knew which of the several people behind the incinerator was Ding Jiajun.

The painter added that he was not a so-called fan. Before the meeting, he just heard that there was a makeup artist who painted portraits by hand and would wait at the door of the incinerator if he had time.

As for what he was waiting for, Mu Chun did not ask, and Ding Jiajun did not explain.

Mu Chun asked Ding Jiajun why the man was looking for him, was it to paint a portrait? Ding Jiajun said yes, to paint his own portrait.

"He was sure that he was dead." Ding Jiajun said tremblingly.

Mu Chun thought that a few months ago, Ding Jiajun himself had said something similar, and at that time he also believed that he was dead.

It was just that Ding Jiajun at that time was full of death and sadness, and that sadness actually increased his human breath.

But according to Ding Jiajun, this person was really cold, his eyes were like two black holes, and even Ding Jiajun felt scared when he saw it.

"I see many colors more vividly than normal people do. I have accepted this a long time ago and feel that it has brought me more life experience and allowed me to feel things that I could not feel before in art. I don't care that I am a little different from ordinary people. Of course, I can live a quiet life like this because of the help of Dr. Muchun." Ding Jiajun thought of himself again.

Then he told Muchun that this man was different. The man Ding Jiajun saw was grayer and less saturated than normal colors. He was like a black and white photo standing and walking.

Ding Jiajun's original words were, "If he hadn't walked alternately with his two legs, I would believe those stories about seeing black and white shadows floating in the distance after death, and they are the legends that come to take the deceased.

Many people say that they have seen similar images in literary works and believe that what they see is not an illusion caused by human shadows, because humans don't walk by floating."

Mu Chun asked Ding Jiajun what else the man said. Ding Jiajun said that he only said that it didn't matter how much money it was, please help me draw a portrait.

"Is that so." Mu Chun said while holding the phone.