Crazy Psychologist

“According to a certain Western novelist, one in every five hundred people around us is an undiscovered murderer.

In other words, according to her, there is one murderer for every five hundred people around us, pacing around as if nothing has happened.

If this is indeed the case, then what a terrible world we live in. "

When Zhang Mei walked into the clinic, the sound of reading came from the clinic.

The wind passing through the corridor on the fifth floor blew across Zhang Mei's neck, and the lawyer inadvertently shuddered.

The assistant on the side naturally didn't notice. Normally, the assistant's eyes would not dare to stay on the lawyer for a long time.

It is people like Zhang Mei who are talking about not being angry but being proud.

Now, Zhang Mei felt that her knees were a little weak, even though she was followed by an assistant and two workers waiting in the corridor carrying a set of drums.

Looking at Muchun again, he was leaning on his chair at 9:30 in the morning, with his whole face buried behind a book. He didn't look like a doctor at all.

I just read a book at work on weekdays, but I started reading today, and happened to read a passage that made my hair stand on end.

It probably means that the speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention.

When Muchun turned to look at Zhang Mei, what he saw was a tense face, as if he had been frightened.

"Lawyer Zhang? What brought you here?"

Muchun said with a playful smile.

"The drum you asked for is here. Where do you put it?"

Zhang Mei said angrily.

When Mu Chun heard the drum coming, he jumped up and said, "Hey, put it next to the piano, in the corner. It turns out there is a pot of tiger orchid over there. Look, I have moved it to the side of my chair, over there There’s just enough space for a drum set in one corner, and I’ve designed the dimensions.”

Muchun consciously walked outside the door and asked the workers to move the drum into the clinic. At the same time, he did not forget to ask, "This should be equipped with a small chair. It seems to be the kind that can be raised and lowered, suitable for people of different heights." Well."

"Your research is really thorough."

"This is what it should be. As doctors, we always have to think more."

After the workers finished their work, Mu Chun took Zhang Mei's assistant to adjust the drum set. After the adjustment, he tried happily for a while, making the clinic room noisy.

Zhang Mei has been upset these days. The quieter the better. He doesn't want to be disturbed in the office. He doesn't even want to answer the phone. He tells his assistant that if there is nothing urgent, he can put it off as long as he can.

The reason why she was willing to go out to see Mu Chun in the morning was because Chu Sisi asked her if Teacher Mu Chun had asked her mother to buy something.

Zhang Mei gritted his teeth, thinking that he didn't owe Muchun any favors to anyone. This guy was so weird that he even asked Chu Sisi to urge him. It was simply too much.

Zhang Mei actually wronged Mu Chun. Chu Sisi's original words about this matter were a question, meaning to ask Zhang Mei, "Did Teacher Mu Chun ask your mother to buy anything recently?"

Because Zhang Mei remembered the drum set in her heart, she thought that Chu Sisi was entrusted by Mu Chun to rush the goods.

Although I was upset, I still thought about sending the drum set to Muchun in person.

After Muchun finished debugging, Zhang Mei asked his assistant to go back to the company first, saying that he still had some unfinished business. Naturally, the assistant hurriedly left the hospital without saying a word.

"Mu Chun, please go back to your seat and sit down. I have something to ask you."

"Ask me? Don't let it be a corpse dismemberment case or a gas poisoning incident. I've heard too much about it recently."

A trace of suspicion flashed in the corner of Zhang Mei's eyes.

What's going on with Muchun? Why does he look like he's predicting the future? When did the Department of Mind and Body become so magical?

"I wanted to ask you about that book."

"Oh, that's a mystery novel written by Henggou Zhengshi in 1947. The name is "The Murderer". What I was reading just now was the beginning." Muchun explained honestly.

Then, he stood up and asked Zhang Mei if he wanted coffee or soda.

"Iced coffee!" Zhang Mei said bluntly.

"Look, let me just say that the refrigerator is a good thing. When there was no refrigerator before, there was no ice cubes."

Muchun's back was turned to Zhang Mei. Before he turned on the coffee machine, he heard the soft door closing.

"Why do you read this kind of mystery novel at work? Does Dr. Muchun intend to change his career to become a detective?"

Zhang Mei asked after closing the door.

"It's just a hobby. I have liked reading mystery novels since I was a child. I am more interested in character reasoning and social reasoning." Mu Chun explained briefly.

"Many suspense movies in recent years are also closely related to human nature, such as "After School" by Keigo Higashino, and there was a movie called "Identity" before."

""Identity" seems to be about a stormy night. 11 people were forced to stay in a dilapidated motel. As time went by, people continued to die, and the door number of the next deceased could always be found next to the deceased. . So everyone gathered together to analyze what each other had in common, and were shocked to find that everyone was born on the same day, same year, same month."

Zhang Mei nodded, touched the diamond earring on the right side, and said, "Yes, I was shocked when I saw it. The director is really imaginative."

"It's [dissociative identity disorder]."

"Dissociative identity disorder?" Zhang Mei repeated, looking at Muchun doubtfully.

"Well, among the dissociative disorders, the one that has attracted the most attention and love in film and television works is probably dissociative identity disorder. Attorney Zhang's English is very good. Maybe if I say its English name, Attorney Zhang can understand what dissociative identity disorder is. Something happened.

[Dissociate Identity disorder], the main characteristic of this dissociative disorder is that there are two or more different personalities, and these personalities alternately control a person's behavior. "

After listening to this, Zhang Mei seemed to understand but still didn't understand. He held the cup firmly with both hands, which had already become cold.

"Does this happen to normal people, for example, they usually look the same, but suddenly at some point they change into another personality, another self?"

"This situation is relatively rare." After finishing speaking, Mu Chun returned to his seat with the coffee cup in hand, "Lawyer Zhang is here to learn about dissociative identity disorder today?"

"No, it's not." Zhang Mei immediately denied.

After Zhang Mei denied it, Muchun didn't say anything. He picked up Henggou's official history book again and started reading from the beginning. "For every five hundred people, there is a murderer pacing back and forth as if nothing happened."

If this is indeed the case, then what a terrible world we live in. ’”

After reading this, Mu Chun stopped, leaning against the edge of the table, looking at Zhang Mei. When Zhang Mei also focused his eyes on Mu Chun, he slowly spoke, "Ah, Lawyer Zhang, what do you mean? Will someone who is usually around suddenly become a murderer or is he a murderer who is hiding?"

"Probably not, at least around the sea." Zhang Mei shook his head and looked at Mu Chun again, "Doctor Mu, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is relatively simple. Does Lawyer Zhang still remember the book on facial expressions I wrote last time?"

"Mu Chun, I came here today to talk to you about that book, but it was you who brought the topic to the murderer in Henggou Zhengshi.

I have read that book. The paintings are very good. I have already called Pan Xiaoqing. "

"Pan Xiaoqing? Is it just Pan Xiaoqing?"

Zhang Meigang felt that Muchun was a bit charming when he analyzed the movie, but his friendliness points were deducted by his lack of seriousness.

"Lawyer Zhang, that book is very important. If there are really bad people around many people, they can make early predictions through these expressions, right? It should attract attention.

For example, have you seen a set of pictures I drew about the relationship between husband and wife? Let me tell you, these things in the FBI are not mystical. They are very logical and scientifically based. The conclusions drawn based on a large number of statistical calculations are meaningful to ordinary people, not to mention lawyers.

Of course, I'm not saying how high their accuracy is, but you should pay more attention to it.

What if the person who lives under the same roof every day, eats at the same table every day, and sleeps on the pillow every night is a criminal who hides the facts of the crime and terrible secrets, or this person carefully plans a perfect marriage together? Crime! "

After Muchun finished speaking, the clinic room suddenly became quiet, as if the world had been paused.

"Okay, just think of it as an entertainment book. This kind of picture book is quite interesting."

"You are right to think so. Although it is not an absolute science to judge a person's thoughts and emotional state based on expressions and gestures, reading as entertainment also has certain value. For example, people's pupils will dilate when they are scared, nervous, or in pain. Pupils shrink when you are bored or annoyed.

When two people are talking, looking up may mean that he is thinking or trying to recall a certain memory; when one person looks down, it may mean submission or guilt; if the eyes are never in contact with the other person, it may mean that he has no idea about the content of the conversation. Disinterested or absent-minded.

Husbands and wives or lovers are just like what I drew. They often make eye contact, touch each other's hands, arms or shoulders, often hold each other's hands, and are close to each other when talking. These are all signs of love between husband and wife; conversely, Come here, if you are used to turning your back to the other person, crossing your arms or legs when talking, slamming the door angrily, often tightening your lips or pouting, you may have always liked to be crowded in the same room before, but suddenly you want to be with them all the time. The other party keeps a distance and often remains silent. These are some useful signs. I think according to the novel "Hengmou Zhengshi", if there is really potential danger around us,

Lawyer Zhang, do you think it is necessary to publish this book? "

Zhang Mei did feel that what Mu Chun said made sense, especially since her husband Chen Weiwei's strange behavior in the past few months was actually very similar to the paintings in Mu Chun's album.

The indifference that Chen Weiwei often displayed during that time is still fresh in Zhang Mei's memory.

Spending the night in the north-facing study and no longer accompanying Zhang Mei on his night walks are very consistent with what Mu Chun described.

More importantly, Chen Weiwei did have some problems, but fortunately, Muchun seemed to have solved them.

Forget it, I have already thanked him for this matter, there is no need to thank him again.

Besides, this drum set is not cheap, so just think of it as a thank you for his help.

There was another moment of silence, Zhang Mei didn't speak, and Mu Chun didn't intend to speak as he held the novel.

The water drops gradually condensing around the cup flowed into Zhang Mei's hands, becoming increasingly cold.

But she didn't seem to notice, still holding the cup with both hands.

At this moment, Zhang Mei's cell phone suddenly rang.

She frowned, already guessing who the caller was.

Sure enough, the other end of the phone was indeed a call from Hu Na, the wife of the chairman of New Frontier Group.

On the other end of the phone, Hu Na was very angry and said that the police had taken Liu Mei away without any basis and evidence.

Zhang Mei did not walk out of the clinic, but stood up and walked to the window sill with her mobile phone.

"I'm going to find out about the situation. Don't worry. Did Liu Mei say anything before she left with the police?"

Although the relationship between the two families is good, the Liu family has not contacted Zhang Mei since the Ikeda incident happened. Precisely because they have a good relationship, Zhang Mei and Chen Weiwei also decided that if the Liu family did not take the initiative to contact them, they had better contact them first. Do not ask.

Now, Zhang Mei wouldn't be too surprised when she received the call, but she didn't expect that the police would take the person away directly.

"This silly girl admitted it. She said she was the one who killed Ikeda."

"What? How could this happen?" Zhang Mei was surprised.

Killing people and dismembering corpses. If you admit to such things, wouldn't that push you into hell?

On the other end of the phone, Liu Mei's mother cried because she was frightened, but her voice was almost unrecognizable from her original voice, and her vocal cords made a particularly dry sound due to tightness.

Zhang Mei comforted her a little and hung up the phone.

After returning to his seat, Zhang Mei asked Muchun to borrow a computer.

"Can I go to YouTube?" Zhang Mei asked.

Mu Chun opened his round mouth and blinked in disbelief, "Lawyer Zhang, you are a lawyer. Are you kidding me? Where am I and you asked me if I can go to YouTube?"

"Mu Chun, you are not a serious doctor."

"Of course I am a serious doctor. What about the proxy server?"

"Hurry up and set it up." Zhang Mei's hands were trembling.

After hanging up the phone, she started to get nervous. She had met Liu Mei and Kon Ikeda. She even sent blessings and expensive jewelry at their wedding.

Although Ikeda Kon's body has not yet been completely found, Liu Mei said that she did everything.

How is this possible? Liu Mei is a girl who can't even hold a knife.

"Okay, it's set up."

Looking at Zhang Mei who was distracted, Mu Chun handed over a piece of chocolate.

"Eat it, Chu Sisi bought it. I'm afraid you won't be able to support it later. If you faint in the mind and body department, no one will give you first aid. I don't understand those first aid methods."

"Thank you." Zhang Mei's eyes heated up and she felt inexplicably comforted.

Zhang Mei, who had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, had trembling hands. When typing on the keyboard, it was like pressing a spring with a hard-boiled egg.

It took her two minutes to type just the seven letters of YouTube.