Yu Xing instantly swept the layout in the room. It was strange that the school clinics should have white single beds provided for injured students, and there would also be medicine cabinets for doctors and teachers to get medicine.
But it was empty, with only one desk in the most conspicuous position, with a very soft sofa on both sides, and the ground was covered with black and white grids.
On the other side, it was pulled up by a thick curtain, and could not see what was behind it.
The space is much larger than the one on the outside. A middle-aged woman in a white coat is sitting behind the desk, lowering her head and pondering something at the paper on the desk.
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, a faint smile appeared on her face. She raised her head and welcomed in a gentle tone before she could see who was coming in: "A classmate is here, come and sit down."
There were no more and no less than her desk, and there were two empty chairs, as if she had predicted the number of people coming.
"Are you the psychology teacher?" Yu Xing walked over obediently and asked slightly restrainedly.
Zhao Yijiu followed, and the door behind him slammed and closed it himself, regardless of whether he would scare the "spiritually fragile" classmates who came here to treat him.
He glanced back coldly, and saw that the door was closed and nothing else appeared, so he turned his head indifferently and watched Yu Xing start his best performance.
"That's right, your physics teacher has told me in advance. You will come over to chat with me during the first class." The psychology teacher's speech rhythm was unexpectedly normal, similar to the psychological counselor in reality, with a relaxed and comfortable feeling that makes people relax.
The most important thing is that this psychological teacher has black hair and black eyes, and her face is also a standard Chinese face. This is rare in St. Jones Middle School, or among all the teachers Yu Xing has met, this is the only one who is not a European face.
She is a beautiful middle-aged woman with a distinctive temperament.
"Sit down quickly, why are you standing? Don't be nervous when you come here, just relax." The psychology teacher pointed at the two chairs with a smile.
Yu Xing chose one to sit down, and Zhao Yijiu sat on the other in silence.
"I have a question." Yu Xing opened his eyes, seemed a little curious, but he didn't know whether he should ask.
"Tell me, kid." The psychology teacher was conscientiously posing for listening.
Yu Xing looked around, his tone was still cautious and a little restrained: "Isn't this a school medical room? I heard that I came here to treat it if I was injured in school, but why are there only psychological counseling decorations here now?"
"This, you're right. I'm also a normal doctor." The psychology teacher looked at him with loving eyes. "But when doing psychological counseling, I don't want the equipment to treat wounds to affect the mentality of the students who are doing counseling, which will make them feel nervous, so I redesigned the place before you come."
"You are such a dedicated and good teacher!" Yu Xing was very moved.
Zhao Yijiu: “…”
It's really a waste of sight.
"Okay, let's get to the point now. Although I want to start the topic between us in a casual chat, your situation is special. I want to know more about what you experienced last night. Your physics teacher didn't have any details when he told me." The psychology teacher's long black hair was combed into a drooping braid on the side, extending to the bottom of the table that Yu Xing couldn't see.
Hearing this passage, a sense of anxiety and fear immediately emerged in his eyes: "I don't want to recall that memory, that's terrible..."
"Don't be nervous, child." The psychology teacher comforted him in a gentle voice and advised, "Faced with fear is also an important part of remission. Well, it seems that you are not ready yet."
She turned to Zhao Yijiu: "Sam seems to have a better ability to bear this matter. I believe you can recall the incident last night, right?"
Zhao Yijiu, who wanted to watch the show for a long time, was suddenly named. He looked straight into the psychologist's eyes for a while, and then said, "Yes."
"That's great, let Roy take a break first, and you will tell me what you see in a complete way." The psychology teacher's attention immediately put on Zhao Yijiu.
Both the physics teacher and the psychology teacher believed that they were also involved in the incident of the terrifying roar and crying sounds from the women's bathroom last night. However, the two of them came out of the door of the men's bathroom must have only seen the second half of the matter.
So the first thing the physics teacher communicated with last night was Qu Yanqing. When Qu Yanqing pushed psychological counseling to the day after tomorrow, the physics teacher settled for the second best and looked for them.
This means that the teachers want to know the specific situation of ghost attacks during evening self-study study. Zhao Yijiu thought that this was similar to what Yu Xing guessed. Ghost and teacher must not be the same species, and there is no channel for contact between them, but the teacher's attitude towards ghosts is very strange. On the one hand, it is indulgent, and on the other hand, it seems that there is still some desire to study.
"I was using the toilet yesterday, and suddenly I heard a very ugly sound from the women's toilet." After considering it, Zhao Yijiu said, "I was going to rush over to see the situation. I suddenly realized that it was the women's toilet, so I stopped outside the door."
The expression of the psychology teacher is full of a serious attitude. This attitude is most likely to make the consultant relax and feel treated sincerely.
"Stop outside the door, what after?" she reminded encouragingly.
"I heard a woman singing an opera." Zhao Yijiu recalled the rhetoric that Song Xianqing had made yesterday. Anyway, he was just nonsense, so he helped to moisten his lust, "She was praising her sun."
"Praise the Sun..." The psychology teacher did not realize the seriousness of the problem at this moment. He heard this word and thought about it carefully, as if some kind of memory was ongoing.
Yu Xing showed pain on his face and covered his ears with his hands.
"What then?" The psychology teacher probably did not recall any effective information and asked with some reluctance.
"I also heard the sound of a knife slashing through the flesh and blood, and then the female classmate in our class-" Zhao Yijiu stopped, "In the afternoon, I saw her bullying Roy, but I didn't expect that she would be killed by someone singing an opera at night."
Psychology teacher: "...Wait, you said the dead female classmate had bullied her..."
Her eyes turned to Yu Xing, who looked sad, and said, "Have you bullied the newly transferred classmate Roy?"
"Wuwuwu, I have said that I don't want to recall what happened last night!" Yu Xing raised his head in pain, "She's called Lisa. She kicked my table just as I came yesterday, very, very unfriendly."
"Oh my God, this is really unfortunate news, but it also proves that you are a good child. She bullied you, but you are sad for her death and afraid of her death." The psychology teacher took Yu Xing's hand and patted him gently on the back of his hand, "Calm down, my child."
"I'm so sad..." Yu Xing maintained his expression that was about to cry, even though there was no tears in his eyes. "Yesterday I heard the sound of the women's bathroom next door, and I wanted to go over and watch immediately... Sam didn't let me go."
He held the psychology teacher's hand and noticed that there were many wrinkles on the hands. Compared to the age of the psychology teacher, her hands seemed a little older, and they were as cold as a corpse.
"Teacher, why do you think this is? I originally wanted to see what expression Lisa was crying there, but Sam stopped me because it was the women's bathroom!"
The psychology teacher was froze his hand and vaguely felt that this sentence sounded a bit strange.
"Because that's the women's bathroom." Zhao Yijiu noticed Yu Xing's idea of not being a human being and cooperated coldly, "And that crying was already very noisy. If you go in and laugh at her, it will be even louder."
Psychology teacher: "Just?"
Yu Xing let go of the hand that he was holding with the psychology teacher and stared at Zhao Yijiu with some anger: "You don't understand at all. Even if she has never bullied me, I'm curious about how a girl calls such a loud voice. I used to see people killing pigs, but pigs didn't even call that!"
They all knew that the ghost in the women's bathroom was actually the one who screamed and cried last night. Lisa's death was very fast, but Qu Yanqing tortured the ghost for a long time.
Here, in order to cooperate with Qu Yanqing's statement, they could only silently apologize to Lisa.
"Well, Roy, it seems that your mental state is not very good. I heard from your physics teacher that when he found you yesterday, you were obviously very scared. So, what are you afraid of?" The psychology teacher suddenly found that the brain circuits of these two students seemed to be different from what she predicted, but she still tried to turn the consultation back to the normal process.
"Oh, I seemed to..." Yu Xing frowned and tried hard to recall, "By the way, just after I rushed out of the men's bathroom, I looked at the door of the women's bathroom, and saw flesh and blood all over the floor, and a pair of high heels."
"The murderer was wearing gorgeous clothes, the knife in his hand was also very beautiful, and his high heels were red. At that moment, she seemed to have noticed me and looked at me."
Finally, the focus came to the point. The psychology teacher took a light breath and listened attentively. Even though the information provided by these two students so far was as chaotic as a ball of paste, the answer could immediately surface: "You must have seen her face, right?"
"I didn't see it." Yu Xing said.
Psychology teacher: "…"
"It's like this, poor child, when the murderer turned his head to see you, you two face each other, you will see her face no matter what. It must be the fear in your heart that closed this memory. Now I need you to think about it carefully... Come, follow my description, slow down your breathing, and recall it bit by bit..."
"No need, teacher, I really didn't see it." Yu Xing scratched his head and returned to his restraint when he entered the door. "The opera singer is wearing a mask."
He sighed: "The murderers are so rigorous nowadays. They wear masks and have to sing. I'm afraid she will be suffocated to death. Alas, she must have done this to prevent others from recognizing her."
The psychology teacher's smile appeared cracks.
Zhao Yijiu supported his head with his hands and blocked most of his face. He couldn't bear to listen anymore. Yu Xing was teasing his psychology teacher as a mentally retarded.
"Okay, then." The psychology teacher's smile faded, "You saw the murderer, until the physics teacher came, what happened in the middle?"
"After she looked at me, I noticed her murderous intent, so I was very scared, so I pulled Sam back to the men's bathroom." Yu Xing said, "Then the opposite side became quiet. Isabella and Liann, who were scared, walked out. Isabella hoped that I would go over and help her see where the blood was stained on her body."
"We stood at the door for a while and the physics teacher came over."
"Is this all you know?" The psychology teacher seemed a little puzzled, but this puzzle didn't seem to be targeting them. His eyes seemed to look at the physics teacher who was not here from a long distance, and he just wanted to ask what good clichés these two students had.
"I have to declare." Zhao Yijiu said seriously, "That murderer sings are very good, but unfortunately I didn't hear it clearly in the cries."
"Okay, this is not the point!" The psychology teacher confirmed that they didn't know much details at all, and their faces instantly became completely different from when they met.
"Very good, since you have faced your fears, we are going to start treating now." She laughed again, but this time her smile seemed a little distorted.
There was a faint sound from the chair where the two were sitting. Zhao Yijiu instinctively flashed to the side, but Yu Xing sat on the chair and did not move.
The next moment, a few iron rings popped out from the chair, firmly fixing him to the seat. Zhao Yijiu's chair did not catch anyone because he had already stood up and quickly walked around behind Yu Xing's chair.
"What is this for?" A scarlet red flashed in Zhao Yijiu's eyes.
The psychology teacher didn't expect that Sam was so agile. She was stunned for a moment, and seemed to think between her eyebrows and eyes, and then replied: "By what I just learned, I think your situation is not very bad. After sharing the matter with me, you will soon forget the fear of yesterday and return to normal life. So, this classmate, you can leave."
Yu Xing's hands, legs and waist were tightly fixed: "What about me? Teacher!"
"Your problem is quite serious, we need to have a good chat and have a separate chat." The psychology teacher showed a unique look at Yu Xing.
"I--" Zhao Yijiu was about to say that his psychological problems were very serious. If he didn't leave, Yu Xing turned his head toward him: "I really envy you, Sam, then you go back first and tell them that I need some good treatment."
Zhao Yijiu: “…”
This is to ask him to go back and give feedback to Zhao Mou.
In fact, both of them knew that the reason why the psychology teacher asked him to go back was because he was not trapped by the chair. This indirectly reflects that the psychology teacher's combat ability should not be strong.
Yu Xing should be able to handle it.
After thinking through this, Zhao Yijiu no longer wanted to stay in this place that made him extremely embarrassed. He didn't want to recall the idiot stories that just pulled out of his mouth. If he was given a chance, he would probably refuse to come here to talk nonsense with Yu Xing.
"Sam" turned around and left without any nostalgia. The door of the school hospital room was opened normally and closed himself after Zhao Yijiu left.
The psychology teacher sighed: "Oh, now you are the only one left. You are really a worry-free child."
Yu Xing looked at her.
A crazy look appeared on her face, and she snapped her fingers, and the curtain that was pulled up in the room suddenly opened.
In the space on the other side, countless blood-carved knives and torture instruments were hung on the wall, and some were even stained with minced meat.
She planned to appreciate the fear in the eyes of the transfer student and signaled Yu Xing to look there: "Look, you will like my treatment method."
"Wow, is this the school medical room?" Yu Xing exclaimed, then nodded to the psychology teacher with a smile, "I will really like it very much. It's great. Now it's finally the two of us... we're talking alone."