Crazy Psychologist

No, maybe it has something to do with me.

Cutting nails is something that Hong Ling does almost once or twice a day these days. She also has a set of rules when cutting nails. She must cut her left hand first, then her right hand, and then she has to cut six times on each finger. Sometimes there is nothing. But no matter how you cut it, you still have to cut it to six strokes (don’t ask why, Hong Ling can’t explain the reason clearly. She seems to know it vaguely, but it doesn’t help), so the total number of nails on ten fingers is sixty. Second-rate.

If Hong Ling was thinking about other things in the meantime, and his brain went through channels, and he thought about something unrelated to cutting his nails, then his nails would have to be cut again.

In this way, Hong Ling spent more and more time on cutting nails for a total of fifteen days from the beginning to now. Sometimes he had to cut his nails three to four times a day. She cuts her nails five times a day.

The matter of cutting nails is nothing new to Hong Ling. She feels that she is already very tired. Someone seemed to have told her at some point, "You can fight against this kind of unreasonable request from yourself." , no... Hong Ling shook her head, she couldn't do it.

"Aren't you tired?" Hong Ling asked himself.

She is so tired.

But no, she couldn't change this.

Now that she has her nails trimmed, she needs to fold the tissue. The folding method of paper towels is very complicated, but every step has meaning and represents something different, like some mysterious and ancient ritual, coming from a greater power than gods.

Hong Ling felt that power, so Hong Ling had to do this.

【If this were not the case...】

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The folding of paper towels must start from the right corner close to your body. Hold the right corner of the paper towel and overlap it diagonally. In the second step, hold the left corner and fold another triangle to the right. In the third step, hold the right corner of the paper towel and fold it diagonally. At both ends of the long sides of the triangle, walk to the trash can and release your left and right hands at the same time.

Just this morning, a gust of wind blew in outside the window. When the paper towel fell, it blew away and the nails fell everywhere.

Hong Ling went crazy at that time, with despair and fear in his heart. His knees on both sides suddenly became as sore as if they were soaked in vinegar. After nearly half a minute of weakness, tension filled his whole body.

This kind of tension was not extremely strong, but it was like wrapping Hong Ling in plastic wrap from top to bottom. She stood there in a daze, knowing what was waiting for her next.

Now that everything is messed up.

Then pick it up!

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Now Hong Ling was completely panicked, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his upper body began to tremble with an intensity that no one else could see.

"Ling Ling, eat." Mom weakly opened the door and said.

"Oh, right away."

After Hong Ling answered, he immediately knelt on the ground and picked up the nails one by one. However, the nails were very small and there was nothing to pick up, but they had to be picked up until they were completely clean.

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes passed.

Hong Ling heard her mother sighing outside. The sound pierced Hong Ling's heart, but she had no way to go out immediately.

No, this won't work.

There should have been sixty nail fragments picked up... No, there should be less than sixty. Some were still in the tissue and fell into the trash can with them.

How much is it...

This is a question that even mathematicians may not understand clearly, and it may not be true in itself.

Hong Ling wanted to figure out how much he had picked up, but also wanted to figure out how much he should pick up...

This matter is not over yet, new ideas have appeared again!

The gust of wind blew by just now, and all the nails were blown out. Didn't it also blow the dirt in the nails everywhere?

No, if you pick it up again, you must pick it up cleanly.

With his fingertips pressed against the floor, Hong Ling picked up all the white dots or anything that could be stuck with his fingers.

Even as he was picking it up, his mind still didn't stop to rest. Just when he was about to pick up all the suspected nails or nail-related things on the floor around the trash can, Hong Ling thought of another thing.

No, no, those things are so light, they may not all fall to the ground, and the wind was so strong just now, it is possible that these things were blown to the bookshelf and stuck to the side panels of the bookshelf.

There was no hesitation, it was too late, it had been a long time since her mother first asked her to eat...it must have been a long time.

Hong Ling really felt like she was spinning around in a hurry, but it was not her body that was spinning around, but her brain. Her body was actually stiff, her movements were very small, she was nervous and she didn't dare to move.

The bookshelf was white and there was no way to check it. Hong Ling could only take a tissue and wipe the bottom of the bookshelf seventy times where she thought nail-like substances might drift.

She didn't know why it was seventy times, but this number suddenly jumped into Hong Ling's mind.

After cleaning the bookshelf, Hong Ling sat on the floor, feeling a little more relaxed.

But she could only relax for three seconds before new thoughts appeared in her mind.

my clothes……

The gust of wind just now must have blown some dirty things onto my clothes.

So Hong Ling lowered his head and checked his clothes.

She was wearing a yellow sweater, woven with thick threads. It was fluffy and easily stained with things. Therefore, Hong Ling immediately judged that this dress must be stained with dirty things. If these things were brought to the living room Here, bad things will happen to everyone in the family.

If she passed by the living room, the lint from her sweater and the dirt from her fingernails would float to the dining table, and her parents would eat the food on the dining table.

Then you get sick.

Thinking of this, Hong Ling was so frightened that he immediately stood up, slowly took off his sweater, opened the window, held the sweater in his hands and put it outside the window to shake it for a few times. He was about to take it in, but it still felt wrong.

I shook a few times just now...

No, only seventy strokes will do.

When she reached thirty-five, Hong Ling sneezed, so she counted again.

When she counted to forty-three, Hong Ling felt her head itch. She endured the itch and continued counting, forty-four, forty-five, forty-six...

I speeded up the count all the way to fifty-one. At this time, a new thought came out. No, no, I was too fast just now. The seventy numbers must be counted at the same speed, otherwise it will be counted in vain and everything will be lost. Useful, useless.

In front of the window sill is Hong Ling's desk. It was not easy to reach through the desk to shake clothes outside the window sill. Hong Ling's back couldn't support it for too long. Now her legs are about to cramp and her hands are almost out of strength.

But the more times like this, the more Hong Ling dared not stop, and the more difficulties she encountered, the more she dared not ignore them. She followed the instructions from whom she didn't know where she came from, telling herself, "No, come again..."

Time and time again, her chest felt extremely tight, as if a huge sack was covering her heart. She wanted to take a big breath but seemed to have forgotten how to take a big breath.