Chapter 1233 Old School Psychological Counseling

It's so good, look at how orderly the society is, and even provides psychological counseling for the victims.

The gap between urban and rural construction is still too big!

After the new member of the police force explained his intention, Fu Qian was immediately filled with admiration.

Of course, he would not simply treat the other party as a psychological counselor.

The person in front of me is obviously different from the others.

The most intuitive point is that in addition to the classic slim-fit black coat, this person also has a special shawl on his shoulders.

Not only is it extremely delicate, but it is also decorated entirely with gold threads, making it look sacred, luxurious and extraordinary.

In addition, everyone present, including the veteran police officer, obviously respected her very much, even to the point of keeping a vague distance from her.

"OK."

Fu Qian reproduced this feeling of alienation and nodded slightly in the face of the gentle gaze of dark eyes.

"Very well, you can call me Amira."

The psychological counselor seemed satisfied with his reaction.

This reaction does not only refer to the expression and tone. Although it is only a few seconds of gaze, Fu Qian clearly knows that any abnormality in the body is within the observation of the other party.

It was a feeling similar to the extraordinary realm.

It's a pity that she is facing a real professional. As an expert in flesh and blood strength, Fu Qian believes that she can even imitate a person who has not eaten for several days and looks pale.

"Let's go first."

After giving a slight greeting to the old police officer, Amira led Fu Qian to one side, where a two-axle carriage had already parked.

…

The style, clothing, and travels, except for the slightly strange firearms, do not seem to be too inconsistent with the world in the paintings that I have experienced.

Of course, the atmosphere is much better. Not only is there no pollution in the streets, it even looks like a happy weekend.

It is full of blessings and the style of a royal paradise. The question is, is there really such a place?

In the slightly bumpy car, Fu Qian looked at Amira who was sitting quietly across from him and did not ask any violent questions about this issue.

Although he was quite sure that the one-minute limit of that dream would not have much impact on his questions.

But on the one hand, he didn't want to disturb anything rashly before he understood the origin and purpose of the other party.

On the other hand, he believed that Amira would have a chance to ask questions later.

"Don't think too much, you need to calm yourself down."

Obviously noticing his gaze, Amira smiled unconcernedly and comforted her in a special tone.

The voice was quiet and peaceful, more like a church nun than a psychiatrist—it seemed true.

The carriage stopped smoothly the next moment. Amira stood up and opened the door without saying anything.

Over her shoulder, she could clearly see a magnificent building with golden tones outside.

The arched doorway and the simple top line look somewhat similar to the art museum just now.

It's certainly not another art gallery, but it's certainly not a police station either.

In any era, this kind of wonder is only related to faith.

"Let's go."

Amira, who got out of the car first, turned around and looked at Fu Qian, with the golden building behind her and her shining shawl, like a saint leading the world's lambs.

…

Just say that the other party will cooperate and provide opportunities.

"Why are you here?"

In this situation, Fu Qian spoke very smoothly. Of course, he did not ask questions rudely in the car, but waited until he got off the car and walked side by side with Amira.

The devil of wasting time always exists in the details.

"Of course this is the place that helps calm you down the most."

As expected, the latter did not stop, but gave reasons as he walked.

"There is also someone who is very interested in your story in another world and wants to have a good communication with you."

Are there any experts?

Before paying, he looked around thoughtfully.

The two of them had already entered the interior of this magnificent religious building. Similar patterns on Amira's shoulders could be seen everywhere, and there were quite a few people.

Of course these are not the point.

The moment he walked in, Fu Qian noticed a special sight - through the colored window next to him, he could clearly see the stars in the sky outside.

It was clearly daytime, and the sun's position and intensity were still the same, but it couldn't cover up the starlight at all.

This excessive and unreasonable scene reminds people of the one-minute limit in dreams.

If the form of power of that kind of law is really controlled by the faith organization in front of you, then the exchange later will obviously be worth looking forward to.

"good."

The next moment you pay, do what you do best and take a deep breath to prepare yourself for meeting the master.

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"Please sit inside and wait a moment."

Amira was obviously very familiar with the road, and she quickly led Fu Qian to a door and motioned for him to go in first.

After opening the wooden door, you can see a small space with no windows and dim light. Fortunately, the air is not too dull.

Confession room? Isn’t this method of psychological counseling too old-school?

This overly classic look successfully inspired Fu Qian to complain in his heart.

But he didn't mind this, he simply stepped forward and sat down on the only chair.

Not surprisingly, on the wall opposite this location is a grid the size of a human head.

From the light coming through, we can tell that the brightness over there is much higher, and there is obviously a window.

"Okay encore, let's get started."

Fu Qian didn't have to wait too long, and soon Amira's voice came from the other side.

Even through the grid on the wall, you can see this person sitting sideways and silently, with a standard listening posture.

Compared with when she was outside, she had an equally luxurious gold-wired visor on her face, covering everything from the nose up, giving her a full sense of mystery.

"First of all, I want to explain to you that, as I mentioned just now, besides me, there is another listener here who is very interested in your experience."

"But you don't have to worry, we will keep everything you tell strictly confidential."

Don't worry, but you don't have the right to refuse, right?

"……Thanks."

He was always precise in focusing on the key points before paying, and he hesitated precisely for 1.5 seconds before giving a response that reflected complex emotions.

As for the other audience mentioned by Amira, he naturally knew it very well.

In the direction Amira was facing, a figure stood quietly, silently facing his direction.

Although it was supposed to be a blind spot, the partition in front of him didn't seem to be any hindrance to him.

Of course, this person should not know this, especially for himself.

"Very good. From what I learned earlier, you obviously had some very special experiences during this period."

It's gratifying that Amira obviously trusts the police officers' judgment and doesn't waste time checking personal information and goes straight to the point.

"Can you tell me where you went during the five days you disappeared?"