"It doesn't matter. We can change one next time." She didn't want to get an answer to this sentence. After asking, she said to herself: "There will always be one of the many stores that will like."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

After Ranbai left, he went to a psychological clinic.

She opened the clinic herself, and the medical treatment was all based on her mood.

This clinic is naturally not for ordinary treatment of mental illnesses.

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

The patient who came here today was very ill. In the hot weather, his whole body was covered with tightness, only his eyes were exposed, and he was stubborn, his whole body was tense as if someone would rush in to take his life in the next second.

Ranbai was obviously used to it, so she wore a white coat and 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 bloodshot, and he was extremely tired, but he still held his spirits.

The word "Shocked Bird" is the most appropriate to describe him.

The clinic is simple and cold, with curtains pulled to block the light, and the light breeze occasionally blows through the curtains.

Ranbai only glanced at the man. She did not ask about his situation or asked him to take off his mask. She had seen many patients with strange temperaments, including herself.

"A cup of tea?"

The man paused for a moment, then sat down, he took off his mask and showed a unshaven face, which had obviously not been repaired for a long time.

"I'm too tired." He grabbed his hair, scratching his hair in a mess, his temperament was gloomy and sharp, and he murmured, "I want to have a sleep."

If someone saw his face at this time, he would definitely be shocked, because that face was exactly the same as a murderer reported in the news recently!

"Okay." Ranbai was not quick and slow, so he handed him a cup of tea first.

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

Ranbai knew this situation too well. She did not ask the man for any information or recent situation. She just was aimless like chatting with friends, talking nonsense, like having a cup of afternoon tea during her leisure time in the afternoon.

"Is the weather very hot today? I think I'm going to melt." She successfully made the atmosphere calm and relaxed with a half-joking tone.

But even this kind of words made the man slowly relax. He slowly replied while drinking tea: "Yes, it's really hot."

"Maybe I need a parasol, but I don't know which one should buy it."

"The shopping mall on Huaxing is good." The man subconsciously replied.

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

"Yes, the computer software there is very high functionality."

Ranbai acted in listening, extremely patient, looked very interested, and occasionally raised new topics. Her words were humorous and would not offend people. Even if she had never known each other before, she could easily feel like she met a confidant during this half-hour conversation.

Perhaps even the man himself did not realize it. He had already started to relax slowly. He leaned on the chair and drank all the tea he was holding. Ranbai poured him a cup again, and he also said more and talked about many things he was interested in. Ranbai's response made him feel that she understood him, and this feeling was so good.

There was no one else in the psychological clinic. It was clean and huge, with curtains covering half of the sunshine, the atmosphere was quiet, and the voices of conversation were particularly harmonious.

There is a shallow fragrance in the air that is so faint that it is almost impossible to capture, as if it will dissipate at any time, which is difficult to notice, but it is entangled in breathing all the time.

Everything is reassuring.

The man was so tired. When he was relaxed, he was sleepy faster than he thought, and his eyelids began to slowly become heavier, but he was unaware of it and unsuspectingly, falling asleep while smiling, and his breathing gradually became longer.

If it is normal,

This is enough.

But her purpose was only half successful.

The facts will tell him

It is really a very dangerous thing to fall asleep in front of a psychiatrist.

Ranbai quietly looked at the sleeping man. After a while, he controlled the remote control and opened the basement of the clinic, dragged the sleeping person to the operating table and pulled it in. Her movements were too easy and too skillful, as if she had done it thousands of times.

The basement was completely dark, and Sanbai turned on the light, adjusting the light very dark.

In an instant.

The dim light reflects the entire basement, and wherever you see, it is shocking!

I saw photos on all four walls, all kinds of strange and strange, from different people in the world! There were victims, perpetrators, and every patient she had treated, densely covered the walls, impenetrable, and each photo recorded a different state, awake, sleeping, excited or crazy, and even... dead.

Different faces and completely different expressions came into my eyes, and the lights flickered, an empty darkness made my scalp numb and a chill rose from my bone marrow.

There are also different cold weapons on the four tables, with a large screen in the middle to project the expression of people at that moment more clearly.

This belongs to.

Her world.

Ranbai pushed the operating table into the middle. The man lying on it never woke up from beginning to end, and didn't even have a subtle movement or change, as if he was immersed in some beautiful dream and had no idea where he was.

The psychologist stood beside him, her white coat was warm and abstinent, but in such an environment, even if her temperament looked easy-going, it would make people feel weird. Her pupils were deep, faintly dyed with bright red 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 placed the camera aside.

Take out a pocket watch from your pocket, it is cold and droops with a slender golden chain, which reflects the pair of golden glasses you are wearing. The brown eyes under the lenses are slightly narrowed, and the man's expression is fully visible.

Her fingertips hooked the chain of the pocket watch, causing the silver pocket watch to hang down and shake slightly. Every time she shook, a cold air sound would make, echoing 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 unconscious, gradually focusing, staring straight at the pocket watch in the air.

The pocket watch was shaking slightly, Ranbai was smiling, her voice was low, as if seducing her soul, accompanied by the sound of the pocket watch shaking, in the empty and terrifying basement: "It was a very ordinary day, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing on your face."
Chapter completed!