Chapter 171: The Dragon King's Psychological Counseling
During Lu Mingfei's military training, Old Tang's mental state was not very good. He always had strange dreams, dreaming of a little boy running up to him and calling him his brother.
After hearing Old Tang's confession, Emma, the waitress at the coffee shop downstairs, recommended a psychiatrist to him, who was said to be very cheap.
"You are both Asian, maybe we can chat." Emma said, handing a business card to Old Tang.
Old Tang had never seen a psychiatrist before. He had a very good mentality. But facing the increasingly strange dreams these days, Old Tang finally couldn't stand it anymore and followed the guidance on the business card to a psychiatrist.
Inside the clinic.
This clinic looks like it has just been opened, and the tiles still have the smell of building materials. Unlike the cold corridors, the environment in the treatment room is quite warm.
A very serious-looking man received Old Tang, claiming to be the psychological counselor of this clinic.
"You are so lucky," the man said to Old Tang without a smile, "I just left a big hospital to work alone, and my charges were very high before."
The man's appearance was different from the affable psychiatrist that Old Tang imagined, but his serious look was unexpectedly very reliable, making people want to tell his story to him.
So at the doctor's request, Old Tang slumped down on a comfortable and soft sofa, quietly listening to the doctor's slow and low words. Along with the green smoke curling up from the incense next to him, Old Tang entered the room in a daze.
Dreamland.
"Liar, bad guy!" In the endless darkness, Old Tang felt as if he was floating in the air, and a little boy's voice came from the front, with a hazy echo.
The sound was like a flame, tearing a hole in the darkness in front of Old Tang. Old Tang walked forward along the light and looked at a little boy sitting there.
He hugged his knees and buried his head in his arms, as if he was sad about something.
"What's wrong?" Old Tang looked at the little boy who had appeared in his dream. This was the first time he saw him like this.
"Brother, you are here." The child raised his head and looked at Old Tang with golden pupils that were very different from ordinary people: "Are you here to eat me?"
"Huh? I told you I won't eat people." Old Tang shook his head in disbelief, but the boy held his hand. The little hand was as hot as coals. Old Tang wanted to escape, but couldn't.
"Brother, time is running out, be careful of that person, he is lying to you, he is a bad guy." The boy warned, letting go of Old Tang's hand, pushing with both hands, and an irresistible force came, and Old Tang felt
He was falling rapidly.
At the last moment, Old Tang saw a figure running towards him in the light, and the little boy was spreading his arms, desperately trying to protect himself from the man's hands.
"F*ck!" Old Tang screamed and jumped up from the sofa, then fell back onto the soft cushions under the influence of gravity, smashing the sofa for a while.
"Mr. Tang, please calm down." The psychiatrist sitting on the chair soothed and handed over a glass of water.
"Ah, thank you, Doctor Toyama." Old Tang nodded to the Japanese named Masashi Toyama in front of him: "Sorry, I saw something strange."
Old Tang took two sips, and the cold feeling of the water slid from his throat to his stomach, making him feel much better. After a moment of silence, Old Tang finally spoke:
"I saw a boy, he...he called me brother, but I have never seen him, and I have no brothers or sisters."
Toyama took a pen and recorded something on the paper. When he heard this, he asked: "Can you describe his appearance?"
"He had no clothes on, sitting there with his legs crossed, and his hair was very long..." Old Tang racked his brains to describe the boy's appearance, while Toyama tried to draw the child that Old Tang saw in his dream on paper.
With the rustle of the pencil, Old Tang's description came to an end, and Toyama also stopped painting and handed the paper in his hand to Old Tang.
"Mr. Tang, do you see this?"
"Wow, this painting really looks like it." Old Tang touched the portrait in his hand and murmured, "It's exactly the same as the one in the dream."
Toyama moved his wrist a few times, stood up, opened the cabinet next to him, took out a mirror and handed it to Old Tang.
"Actually, Mr. Tang, you may not realize it, but please look in the mirror."
Old Tang looked at his own appearance in the mirror, then turned to look at the black and white sketch on the paper. After a long time, he hesitated and said, "This kid... looks a lot like me?"
"Yes, Mr. Tang," Toyama nodded: "People's subconscious will leave memories of the past. In dreams, the remnants of these memories will be awakened, reorganized, and finally turned into dreams that look real."
"In other words, this child is actually me?" Old Tang looked at the boy's portrait with a complicated expression. It seemed that the two of them looked very similar, just like twins who had grown up together.
"This may reflect your inner conflict, Mr. Tang. You just said that the boy was preventing others from hurting you. Can you ask who that boy is?" Toyama asked kindly.
"He's a good brother of mine. I met him online. We just met recently and we played together for several days." Old Tang recalled the figure running towards him. Isn't that familiar look the same as Lu Mingfei whom he played with before?
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"Did he lie to you?" Toyama asked, "In other words, did he do something you didn't like."
Old Tang touched his chin and muttered: "Liar, liar, why do I think Lao Lu is a liar?"
Recalling what the two did when Lu Mingfei arrived in New York, Old Tang was a little confused. The two of them obviously had a good time, why he subconsciously felt that Lu Mingfei was a liar.
"Maybe it's not a big deal, just a small matter, a small quarrel or something." Toyama reminded.
But this awakened Old Tang. He slapped his thigh and shouted:
"I remembered, this kid lied to me and said he didn't know much about Starcraft. Later we played a father-son game and he beat me to death with one hand."
Since Lu Mingfei made rapid progress after being exposed to StarCraft, Old Tang could no longer keep up with him, so he used to use red dots when playing StarCraft with Old Tang (don’t ask me how).
During this offline meeting, the two turned on their computers and had a father-son game, where the loser would call him daddy. Old Tang soon discovered that Lu Mingfei's true strength was far beyond his imagination.
"So I've been worried about this these days?" Old Tang looked incredulous: "Isn't it just playing games? I don't even know I'm so narrow-minded."
"That's why, Mr. Tang, you dreamed about children, and it's boys who kill men." Toyama made a rare joke and turned around and handed Old Tang two pieces of gummy candies.
"Mr. Tang, this situation may be caused by too much work pressure. I heard that you are always traveling around the world on business. How about taking a leave and taking a rest?"
After leaving the clinic, Old Tang inexplicably felt that his body was much more relaxed, and he was ready to take on some easy tasks and have some fun in the country.
Behind Old Tang, Kassel College psychological counselor Masashi Toyama was breathing heavily, with cold sweat already soaking his back.
"It's so fucking exciting," this unsmiling man cursed for the first time: "I'm actually providing psychological counseling to the Dragon King."