The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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Dense raindrops hit the window, Emilia, Emilia Browning, Dr. Browning should be said. Bayi Middle School ?? ▲▲ WenWww.81zw.com? After lengthy psychological counseling to others, she needs time to sort out her mood.

This is her professionalism. When the patient is in, she will be the most faithful listener and the most relaxing comforter. Here, this closed and comfortable office is the safest haven for patients. But when there is only Emilia left here, well, she has the right to use the resources she said she has to provide comfort.

"Take a deep breath." The psychologist said to the floor-to-ceiling windows that reflected his image dullly. "Emilia, take a deep breath."

"You are safe here, Emilia." She said to her own image, disrupted by raindrops, "Only you and me, you can say anything here, I am here to help you."

Things outside the dull window were cut into countless fragments by dense rain lines. The disturbed image took a deep breath, "I'm scared, he makes me strange, me, I'm afraid he will hurt me! No, I ..."

Emily, who stood in front of the window, reached out and pressed the window to make her image coincide with her palm. “It ’s okay, you can tell me. Do n’t hurry up and tell me first, why did you come here? "

As above, don't draw conclusions first, this young and beautiful doctor is not crazy, she is, um, simulation. Simulation, if she is a patient, what will happen when she sees a psychologist.

It's almost the present scene. She said the fear that she didn't confirm, and then waited for the doctor who should unlock her to penetrate into her heart a little ...

This simulation continues.

"He became agitated and irritable. He started talking to himself about some 'no longer safe' words ... and. And I saw him, his face was, and rot ..." The dark glass kind of image opened himself a little Heart.

The door of the office was pushed open. August 1? Chinese? Chinese?? Www.81zw.com?

James held the door handle and looked at the female doctor standing in front of the window. "Your assistant said, I can come in directly."

The image of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered by raindrops disappeared, blocked by the raised curtains, and Emilia had a professional smile on her face. "Of course. Detective, Detective Lance, right." She walked to this safe haven The center signaled to the detective, "Sit here."

James closed the door, removed the water stain on his shoulder, and took out a document from his arms, "Sorry I'm late." He walked to the doctor who was already sitting on the sand that looked very comfortable, and handed it out After writing the document, he pouted, "Three hours have passed. Please sign, and I will be on time next time."

Amelia looked at the document handed in front of her. This is the ‘attendance form.’ The police detective in front of her was forced to give psychological counseling, and now she is handed the proof of the progress of the counseling.

Amelia waited a moment, then looked up at James. Now that the young detective was not kidding, she insisted on putting the document in front of herself, and pressed the pen with the lid pulled out of her thumb.

Emilia sighed in her heart, why the police are like this ghost! They always look down on psychological counseling so much. Treat those psychological shadows caused by trauma as children's play.

"Okay." Emilia took the document, held the pen on the James document, opened the place where you needed to sign, and wrote.

James's eyes have turned away. Random glances indoors. The life of the son of the general entered the interrogation room, torture room, and physical examination room, all of which had a cold and metallic feeling. But like this kind of psychological counseling in the living room of an ordinary family, er, room, he hasn't been in it yet.

The file is returned. James took it and nodded at the female doctor. Turn around and leave. Well, it's as simple as what his partner Coulson said. Although James promised, he will not eat it next time. Everyone guess whether this is true or not?

James' footsteps as soon as he walked to the door stopped. One hand, looking at the document, frowning at the signature under the document, "Dr. Pudding."

After thinking for a while, James opened the door and looked at the name tag posted on the door, "Dr. Emilia Browning." Closed the door, turned to the female doctor still sitting on the sand, and handed out the document again, "What is this?"

"Signature. Bayi ▼ Middle ▼ ?? Wen.81zw.com ▲" Emilia looked up and looked at James with a smile, "You want a signature, I gave you one. What's wrong ?"

"Yes." James frowned, looking at the woman doctor with light makeup. "There is a problem, you signed it wrong. It's Browning, not pudding."

"Wrong?" Emilia showed a surprised expression and took the file to look at her signature. He also seemed surprised by his clerical error, pointing at his signature and laughing at the frowning James, "Hehe, what am I thinking? Pudding, sorry! Hehe."

After laughing, Emilia closed the document, handed it back to James, and bowed her head to start fumbling the information in her hand.

James was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly took the document still signed by Dr. Pudding and asked tentatively, "Dr. Browning?"

"Yeah?" Emilia turned her head and continued reading her information, as if she didn't mean to look at James.

"Dr. Browning." James lowered his face and shouted again lowly.

Emilia looked up impatiently and looked at James suspiciously, spreading her hands, "What! Do you have anything else? Detective?"

James froze again, then looked at the other person's eyes closely with his eyebrows, "Aren't you going to change it? Browning?"

"Change what?" Emilia seemed really puzzled.

James stared at Amelia, as if searching for what the woman was thinking, took a deep breath, spread out the documents, pointed at the wrong signature, and explained one by one, "You signed it wrong, please change it."

"Oh!" Amelia blinked, as if reminded, "You said this." Her hand extended just halfway up, and shrugged, the hand that was about to touch the file was retracted, "Um-- "She lengthened her voice, turned her head back, and waved her hands indifferently." It's okay, it's too much trouble. No one will watch it anyway. "

James looked at the female doctor in surprise, blinking unconsciously.

It was so quiet for half a minute. James put the unfolded documents directly in Emilia ’s hands and said sullenly, “Dr. Browning, please do n’t joke about this kind of thing. This will enter my file.”

Emilia looked at the document that had been forced into front of her and calmly put it aside. "Joking?" She stood up, walked to her desk, and shook her head with a smile. "Detective, an erroneous signature is the last thing you need to worry about leaving stains on your files."

James frowned, staring at the female doctor, "What do you mean."

Emilia pointed her finger at the wall clock, "You are three hours late and 'very convenient' for missing your treatment time." Emilia did the quotation marks, "This is irresponsible Performance. "Then he continued calmly," and lied in front of me, saying that you will be on time next time. "

James has a hunch. He would not like the direction of the conversation.

Emilia pulled out a document from the drawer and shook it at James. "Not like you." She shrugged. "I'll take care of my affairs very seriously. I read your information." She Randomly flipping through James's information, "I came to Patton already as a detective and as the general's only son. In fact, I admire you very much." Amelia pursed her lips slightly in order to increase persuasion. Nodded.

"But." Of course there will be. "I think." Emilia shook her head regretfully. "You're going to say goodbye to your career as a detective and just let your famous father down. Well, I guess." Emilia looked at James. Taxi. A look of exploration.

Naturally, it was a search. The female doctor did not know what James cared about. Yes, the psychoanalyst's psychological analysis of James Lance has now begun.

James's expression moved a little, his sturdy arms embraced and lay across his chest. Staring at Emilia.

"Woo." Emilia watched James raise an eyebrow, the elongated note turned, a long thin finger pointed at James' body, and turned a few times. "Reflective self-protection mode , I want to put myself in the position of a bystander. I talked about important things, tried to rationally analyze whether I said it correctly by the way of jumping. "She smiled lightly on her face," You do n’t believe me Can make you lose your job, right? "

James frowned and lowered his hand, uncomfortable because he didn't know where to put his hand.

Amelia shook her head with a smile. "You should trust me." She turned her head, seeming impatient to explain, closed her smile and looked back at James seriously, "You are the worst type , You have a tendency to violence. "

She turned over the information on her desk and clicked somewhere, "This is why you were forced to be admitted to the hospital. As an ordinary citizen, you have shown a threat to the safety of others' life. Think of it as a weapon. Policeman, what kind of damage can you cause. "

Emilia closed the data, "So as a doctor, whether you admit it or not." She stared at James's eyes with self-deprecation, "You are not the first police officer to come in, so I know you, Police. Do you think our psychologists are a group of mixed meals. "

Emilia shrugged. "Don't be embarrassed. For me, you are the same." Emilia chuckled, "Lance."

James's eyes twitched.

"I don't care about treating you." Emilia continued. "I don't think you will think you are sick. So my goal is just not to cause you harm to others." Emilia paused for a while. "If you don't cooperate with me to achieve the goal I want, I'm sorry, I will definitely make you lose the status of a policeman."

Emilia lowered her head and began to write something on a piece of paper.

"What do you write." James sullenly went forward unconsciously, trying to see clearly.

"You." Amelia replied without concealment, "irresponsible and lying, how much do you not cooperate with my treatment, you as a security maintainer of Barton City, considering the bad influence you will cause, I 'S appraisal is that you are no longer suitable for acting ... "

"Three hours." James had already sat on the soft sand, adjusted his clothes, and interrupted Emilia with a blank expression. "Go ahead. And, again, sorry for my lateness."

Emilia raised her eyebrows and dropped the scribbled drafts into the trash bin, "Let me get started, Detective Lance ..." (A good activity to drop a pie in the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! ~ Dot / Chinese network public account (WeChat add friends-add public account-enter qdread), join now! Everyone has a prize, now pay attention to qdread WeChat public account!) (To be continued.)