"Oh? By saying that, you mean I made a wrong diagnosis? Are you questioning my expertise?"
"Haha, I didn't question your professionalism, and I won't block your financial path. How much money you can make in the Xia family is up to you. Let me just tell you, have you ever thought about it in Xia Shuishui's shoes?
It’s really scary sometimes.”
"My family doesn't understand, the doctor denies it, and I don't have any close friends around me, so now he's holding on to me, a friend he just met a few days ago, as if he's a life-saving straw."
After hearing this, the other party frowned and said, "You mean I'm cheating?"
I shook my head: "Our positions are different, and our views are naturally different. As the saying goes, all things have animism. Our ancestors have been worshiping ghosts and gods since the ancient cultural period 7,000 years ago. After many dynasties, temples have worshiped gods and prayed to them.
I wish that people who go to graves and burn paper during the Qingming Festival and the souls of the deceased for the first seven times have never stopped. Their existence is reasonable. If a certain culture is completely false, then it will not be spread uninterrupted for thousands of years. Do you think this is correct?
"
After hearing this, he laughed and said: "Your opinion is correct, but you lack substantial evidence. If you want to convince me that there is a ghost in this world, then please call it out and let me take a look. After all, seeing is believing."
After hearing this, I pointed at him and whispered: "Look back, and standing behind you is an old lady with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. She has no nose and is laughing. She is wearing a blue shroud and her eyes are full of maggots. She is crawling around.
Come on, there's a maggot on your hair."
He didn't look back, and there was no trace of fear or panic on his face. Instead, he said calmly: "It's pointless to continue discussing like this. No one of us can convince anyone. By the way, how about I give you a consultation? It's free.
of."
I said yes, come on.
In all my life, I haven't seen a psychiatrist once, and this is the first time.
He looked at me, took off the silver ring on his hand and put it on the glass coffee table, and there was a crisp "pop" sound.
He took out a notebook from his pocket, slowly tore off a piece of white paper, then handed me a pen and asked me to draw a tree on the paper.
I asked what tree to draw?
Any tree he wants is fine, no need to think too hard about it.
Drawing a tree is very simple. I painted it quickly with just a few strokes. It is not much better than what a primary school student can draw.
He took the paper and looked at it for a few seconds, then said with a smile: "The tree is drawn to the left, which means prudence, moderation, and caution. The crown of the tree is like a greenhouse, which means abiding by tradition and being formal. You are still on the tree.
Drawing a fruit shows that you have strong daily observation skills."
"But half of the tree you painted was deliberately painted like this. It can be said to be half true and half false. You want to mislead me. It seems that you have a strong sense of psychological defense."
My face changed slightly because he was right. I painted the tree crown subconsciously, and I painted the lower part of the tree deliberately.
He said: "You have many secrets."
I just smiled.
He added: "Have you encountered any trouble recently?"
Indeed, the old bachelor's affairs have mainly made me passive recently, so I heard him say: "Although time cannot be turned back, people's subconscious memories can be turned back. Once implemented, many problems can be solved easily. Are you interested?
Try it once, maybe it can help you solve the problem."
"You mean hypnosis?" I asked with a frown.
"No, it's hypnotic dreaming, also called subconscious regression. To put it simply, it means that the picture that really happened at a certain time in the past overlaps with the picture I helped you construct. This method has been applied to criminal investigation methods abroad. It is very efficient.
Very high.”
What he said were all professional words that I couldn't understand. If I didn't take the initiative to speak, he wouldn't know what I had done in the past, but I was very interested in the subconscious theory he talked about.
I said I was willing to give it a try, and he smiled and said no problem.
The following story is very strange, but I remember it very deeply. I will try my best to express it clearly. Friends who are experts in psychology can tell me what his principle is.
He held the silver ring in his hand and turned it back and forth. The silver ring was somewhat reflective and irritating his eyes.
He spoke softly and asked me to stare at the ring, thinking about recent troubles.
Then, he played some music on his mobile phone, which was like the sound of a moving train.
He whispered in my ear: "Slowly close your eyes. You are a passenger, waiting for the train. When you hear the sound, you look back and the train has entered the station."
Soon, in just an instant, I found myself sitting on a bench at a train station. There were many people around me, both men and women. Some were whispering to each other, and some were trotting.
Suddenly, two strangers appeared next to me, a man and a woman, both dressed in white.
The man smiled and said to me: "Brother, where are you going? Maybe we are going the same way."
I knew this was not reality, so I ignored him.
Seeing that I didn't want to talk, the man sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a deck of playing cards. He called the woman and then a passerby and started to sit in front of me and fight with the landlord.
Two men and one woman, instead of betting money, bet on ham sausage. Whoever loses will give the other person a ham sausage. The appearance of the ham sausage is very bright.
In the end, the woman won no matter how she played the cards, but she ate all the ham sausages she won, causing the plastic skin of the ham sausages to be thrown on the ground.
Suddenly, the man shouted loudly: "You're kidding me! Why do you always win! No! You're not a human being! You're a ghost!"
"Run brother!"
While I was still sitting, he suddenly dragged me and ran as fast as I could. As he ran, he told me: "Brother, lower your head! Don't look up! This way the ghost won't be able to find us two!"
I lowered my head and ran as hard as I could! Since I didn't dare to raise my head, I could only see the lower bodies of the pedestrians around me. They were all wearing white pants.
I nervously asked what the ghost looked like?
The other party's voice said loudly: "The ghost who wants to harm us is wearing red pants! Whoever wears red pants is the ghost!"
I was stunned and quickly said: "Aren't you just wearing red pants?"
After saying that, I suddenly looked up! I saw that the person dragging me away turned out to be the old bachelor who was killed by Xiaoxuan!
His face was as white as paper, and he looked at me expressionlessly. Suddenly, the next second, he opened his mouth wide, and black water like ink kept flowing out of his mouth.
I was instantly frightened! I kept backing away.
As a result, the surrounding scene changed from the train station to Weiping Mountain, to the place where we robbed the tomb that night, surrounded by fruit trees.
The old bachelor stood under the tree, his face constantly distorting and deforming, from blurry to blurry, becoming increasingly clear. Finally, he turned into a middle-aged man with rough skin, protruding cheekbones, and cold eyes.
I opened my eyes suddenly and woke up!
At this moment, I am still sitting on the chair in Xia Shuishui's house.
I was sweating profusely and felt like I was having a weird nightmare.
A napkin was handed to me. When I saw it was a psychiatrist, I took it and kept wiping my sweat.
He said: "It seems that you saw the picture you wanted to see."
I threw the paper and asked him: "Do you know what I saw?"
He smiled and said: "That's your own subconscious. I'm not you, how would I know? My role is only to guide."
I frowned and said, "I don't understand. Is that person just a figment of my imagination? Or have I really seen him?"
He pushed up his glasses and answered: "In a certain tense state, the human brain will automatically ignore many details, but your eyes will see it. The human eye is like a camera. The picture at that moment will automatically be hidden in your subconscious mind.
In fact, these scenes all happened in real life.”
"It's just like there are people in this world who read books. They can memorize the entire content by flipping through it quickly. Such people have mastered the ability of subconscious memory recall."
He came over and put his hand on my shoulder and said with a smile: "So, brother, Shuishui really has a mental illness. Stop questioning my professionalism."
