"My name is Liu Ming. After receiving my master's degree, I became a psychiatrist at the Fourth People's Hospital of Dachuan City as my parents wished. Although I am not a clinical professional, I am extremely busy with my daily work, but after all, I have passed the exam
Once you are on the official establishment and eat national food, you no longer have to worry about unemployment."
"Because your work is very busy on weekdays, you either have to treat patients or write all kinds of troublesome reports and materials. From time to time, there will be dinner parties for you to attend that you can't refuse. After you go, you will find that the protagonist of the dinner is not at all
You, you are just a foil who comes here to increase the number of people, and is used as an extra to make the leader who is hosting the dinner feel happy."
"As said on the Internet, I don't know if Xiao Huo wants to stand up and toast, but most people are like me and are not even qualified to stand up and toast."
"Under all kinds of trivial matters, my time is just like that of today's working people, full of the word 'fragmentation'. It is precisely because the time I can control is always fragmented, so like the general public, I am free and fragmented.
When I’m down, I’m either watching short videos or reading online novels.”
"For example, what I have been following recently is a novel called 'Fairy and Strange Ways'. The content in it gave me some inspiration and made me feel a little itchy. I also want to write a similar novel myself. After all, I really
I am a psychiatrist who has really seen all kinds of patients with mental illness."
"As soon as such an idea appeared, I couldn't help but start writing."
"However, only after I started writing the book did I understand what it means to have one minute on stage and ten years off stage."
"When you actually sit in a chair, face the computer, and put your fingers on the keyboard, you will find that you can't write at all. It's as if the connection between your head and your fingers has been disconnected, and you don't know how to describe it in words.
, express what’s in your mind, and you can’t write a single thing you want to explain.”
"The process of coding is extremely difficult. In addition, I chose this part-time job because of my hobby, so the books I write are often meant to entertain myself, and the audience I face is not the broad market, but the
A small group of people have the same hobbies as me, and the consequence of this is that people who are willing to read my novels will express their approval of me. However, approval is approval, just like the content is niche, so the results of each book are always so poor."
"With the difficulty of writing and the poor performance, anyone else would have either become a eunuch or simply given up."
"But I'm not complaining or anything. I'm still proud that I can do things that interest me. Although my job often requires me to stop for a while when I have nothing to do, I believe that my book friends will understand me."
"I can't help it if I don't understand. I never deny the fact that I am a lazy dog. Even if I have nothing to do today, but when I think about this being one of the few free moments, I certainly have no intention of getting up and sitting at the computer desk typing.
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I have thought this way for a long time.
There will indeed be some book clubs who will send comments such as "Another eunuch" and "It's a waste of investment" in the comment area.
But as I am "resurrected" again and again, people who really want to read my book will also know my updating habits.
However, what I didn't expect was that after I tortured my book friends by stopping updates again and again.
A few days ago, I saw such a comment in the comment area.
The commenter uses the default avatar, and the name is also an ID generated by the system by default.
It seems that this is a newly registered account.
However, just such a newly registered account posted a comment that made me feel extremely strange.
"Three days."
I know what this sentence means, it is telling me how long the update has been stopped.
It's only been three days. I remember that the longest time I stopped updating was three weeks.
At first glance, he seems to be a new book lover, and he has not yet been trained by my updating habits.
"Four days."
I originally wanted to ignore this comment urging the update, but I didn't expect that when a new day came, this book friend left another comment below, and the time to send it was even set at twelve o'clock in the evening.
No, bro, do you want to be so serious?
What is unexpected is.
"Five days."
Another day later, I saw this book friend who left a message in the comment area again.
But at that time, I didn't have time to reply to him.
Because recently there are more and more patients coming to the hospital for psychological treatment.
I don’t know if something big has happened in the past few months. I always feel that more and more patients are coming to the hospital to register. Some patients have even moved from other cities, and as soon as they opened their mouth to me, they met me.
Strange events occurred that I couldn't understand, so I fled from other cities to Dachuan City.
When these patients spoke, their faces were pale, the corners of their mouths were trembling, and the way their ten fingers were tightly intertwined made me, a doctor, very sure that these patients were not entertaining me. Their tone of voice was full of fear.
Fearful but full of certainty about the facts.
This look of conviction made me wonder if what the patient said was true?
A patient claimed to have experienced unexplained strange events. I can attribute this to the patient's poor mental state at the time, so that the brain produced hallucinations under the stress state.
But if two, three, or even more patients claim to have experienced supernatural events one after another, then I have to be suspicious.
However, in the end, I still chose to believe in science and patiently explained the scientific principles to the patient, letting him understand that the so-called supernatural events were actually the imagination of his own brain, and that things such as ghosts did not exist.
To put it bluntly, if there were really evil spirits alive, could the world be as peaceful as this?
If nothing else, let’s just say that Dachuan City, where I am located, has become much deserted due to the last emergency evacuation. Many people have left their hometowns and finally settled in other cities.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But even so, aren’t those of us who have returned to Dachuan City still living a normal life in the city?
I have actually heard some rumors. Some people said that the real reason for the emergency evacuation was that Okawa City was haunted, so the citizens were evacuated overnight.
Such rumors are well-founded and well-founded. Some provide evidence of photos and videos of horrific content. Some even analyze the efficiency and logic of official actions, concluding that the officials must have made plans in advance, so they can take action.
Got so fast.
I sneered at this. After all, conspiracy theories are not uncommon in any era.
In the final analysis, I only have one question, and that is, if a ghost really appears, can Okawa City be able to regain stability?
Will those of us who left have a chance to come back?
It's impossible for a ghost to appear and someone to deal with it at the same time, right?
If someone had said this to me yesterday, I would have laughed at him because he had read too many books about supernatural powers such as dragon groups, and had inserted himself into it.
But starting from today, I just want to give myself a slap in the face yesterday, angrily scold myself for having short hair and short knowledge.
What changed my mind was the sudden knock on the door.
A group of police uncles and police aunties took me into a special vehicle without any explanation.
This car looks like it was a converted prison car. The glass has been specially polished so that you can't see what's going on outside at all. It can be said that it's strictly guarded so that the people in the car can't see what's going on outside.
In the car, I kept asking the policeman sitting next to me, wanting to know where they would take me.
The only reply I get is a very official answer: "Don't ask too many questions, you just need to cooperate and act."
The car drove for a long time and even got a little bumpy at the back.
I guess the car has driven out of the city center and into the suburbs.
"Is this going to take me to target practice?" I muttered.
The policeman who was traveling with me gave me a strange look: "You haven't committed any crime, and you haven't even been to court. Why do you want to drag you to target practice?"
"No, then where are you taking me?" I couldn't help but ask again.
"Let me tell you the truth."
Seeing my unwillingness to give up, the policeman next to me sighed, then patted my shoulder and said seriously: "Actually, I don't know what you have committed. The department above ordered us to take you."
Going to the designated place, as for other things, to put it bluntly, people at my level are not qualified to know."
"ah?"
I couldn't help being surprised. I looked at the clothes on the policeman's body and blurted out: "Is there any department with higher-end clothes than yours?"
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" the policeman said angrily.
I thought about it and closed my mouth.
Just now, I was too nervous and scared, so I said it all at once.
But now that I think about it, what the policeman said is actually right.
Rights are granted layer by layer. Otherwise, why would there be a saying about using chicken feathers as an arrow?
Since someone can make arrows with a chicken feather, it means that the meaning behind this chicken feather is very simple.
It's just that ordinary people like us, who would be frightened to the point of weakness just by seeing the arrows, don't have the qualifications to understand that level at all.
When I thought of this, my face became more and more uneasy, and my first reaction was that I had accidentally offended some powerful person.
But when I think about it carefully, I think it's a little impossible.
I am just a low-class rat wearing white clothes. Although I have come into contact with some mental patients on weekdays, to put it bluntly, these patients are ordinary people like me who have psychological problems due to trivial matters in life.
To put it bluntly, at my level, there is no possibility of offending anyone. If I really want to offend someone, the other party's method of retaliation is probably to bring a knife into the consulting room and give me a shock, so that I won't go around in circles like now.
"Are you nervous?"
The policeman who was accompanying me looked at my involuntarily clenched fists and immediately understood what I was thinking at this moment.
This may be the so-called specialization in surgery. When I sit face to face with someone, I can judge the other person's mood by observing their micro-expressions. However, this method of observation and analysis only applies to when I am in the hospital.
At that time, I was a doctor, facing patients. Different status determines a person's status.
Now I am like a prisoner awaiting trial. Sitting around me are experienced old policemen. You can see the little ninety-nine in my heart at a glance.
"Can I not be nervous?" I smiled bitterly.
"You really don't have to be so nervous. The higher-ups might be looking for you to give you a certificate or something, otherwise they wouldn't have told us to treat you preferentially." Another policeman comforted me, making me feel at ease.
"Award certificate?"
I didn't say anything, I just looked at the dark window with some astonishment, and I couldn't see the outside at all, and almost cried behind bars.
Certificates issued in this atmosphere will most likely be marked with the words "Outstanding Prison Inmates of Dachuan City".
Suddenly.
Just when I was thinking wildly and I didn’t know where my thoughts were going.
The car stopped.
The car door that had been closed also opened at this time.
The afternoon sun shines in, like a warm hug.
I have never felt that the sun is so dazzling and precious.
Several policemen accompanying me also took me out of the car at this time.
As soon as we got off the car, several soldiers in training uniforms came over and seemed to be handing over work to the policemen.
What on earth did I get into that triggered a joint military and police operation?
In disbelief, I took stock of the situation nearby.
The neighborhood was very desolate, and I seemed to be taken to an uninhabited area in the suburbs. Weeds were growing everywhere, but a clearing was cleared among the weeds, and a somewhat crude iron warehouse was built on the clearing.
There was a man standing in front of the warehouse, only a few meters away from me.
She was a beautiful and charming woman, the so-called class beauty when I was in school. In front of her, the school beauty was like weeds meeting flowers, and she became a supporting decoration.
I have never seen the style of clothes worn by women. They should be the work uniforms of a special department. The clothes are a little loose and wrap the body very tightly. It is impossible to tell whether her figure is good or bad. They can only see it.
She is very tall.
However, even though the clothes concealed her figure, her delicate face still made it impossible to divert attention. Her fair cheeks were partially covered by the long black hair that fell down, and her eyes looked towards me like autumn water.
Take a look.
After just one glance, I subconsciously turned my gaze away, not daring to look at her.
This was not because I was shy, but because I felt an inexplicable fear.
The fear came from the indifference I saw in those eyes.
This calm and cold look seemed to be a cold rejection of others thousands of miles away, which made me feel uncomfortable.
I have seen similar looks in the eyes of some severely depressed patients.
But compared to the indifference in the woman's eyes at this moment, the eyes of those who have closed themselves off due to depression seem to be somewhat bright.
look.
Yes, that's the crux of the problem.
It is impossible for a living person's eyes to be so cold and heartless.
No matter how severe the patient is, whether they are autistic or depressed, as long as they are still alive and in the state of a living person, their eyes will still have the look of a living person.
But in that woman's eyes, I couldn't see much of a living person.
Suddenly.
I noticed that this woman turned her head after glancing at me, as if she was communicating with the people around her.
Wait a moment.
I suddenly realized that there was a person standing next to this woman.
A strange man wearing a black trench coat on a hot day.
However, when I looked at this person who seemed to appear suddenly and had no sense of existence.
My legs couldn't help but feel weak and I knelt down directly.
What kind of face is that?
I can't describe it, as if this face cannot exist in my memory.
However, on such an indescribable face, I actually saw a pair of eyes that made me tremble all over.
I have only seen such a pair of eyes on the faces of dead people in the morgue.
Dark, stiff, with no sparkle in the pupils, dead eyes that couldn't even move.
Such a pair of eyes could actually appear on a living person?