And the strong smell of blood that completely covered up the smell of alcohol lingered disgustingly around him.
The psychiatrist sighed slightly. The seriousness of this matter was beyond expectation, and after careful deliberation, she asked in a low voice: "Did you... kill her?"
Seven or eight-year-old child, did he kill someone
Things that frighten children include the disgust of being almost molested, and the horror of murder and blood.
The other party closed his eyes, shook his head, and seemed a little dazed for a moment, "I don't know."
He stretched out his milky white paws and rubbed his eyes, a little depressed, "I don't know, she didn't move, so I ran... I don't know if she is dead... But I think she is dead, I'm so scared, I dare not say."
The psychiatrist opened his eyes wide, "So you didn't tell anyone about it? Didn't you tell your parents and friends about being molested?"
The little milk cat flinched, shook its fingertips slightly, and shook its head slightly, "I dare not say."
gosh.
The psychiatrist has complicated eyes.
He was seven or eight years old at the time, and although the obscenity did not cause any real harm, it had an indelible psychological impact. In addition, at such a young age, he almost killed someone with a tile... How did it take so many years
Not wronged, not afraid
"Then what happened later, you don't know, did that person die?" She asked cautiously.
The young man shook his head in confusion, "She's in that alley, but I haven't heard any news. There are no newspapers or news reports, and no hospital or police are looking for me... That incident seems to be over."
Hearing this, the doctor has already understood a lot.
"So," she whispered, "were you misogynistic and male-loving since then?"
The milky boy fell silent again.
He lowered his head, staring at his wrist in silence.
The psychiatrist took a look, but saw nothing on his wrist.
"My temper has become so bad. My parents are often not at home, and no one cares about me." He turned his wrist lightly, "It seems that a girl in the class confessed that she liked me, I... I suddenly felt disgusted, I It seems to see her smell of alcohol, and then covered in blood... "
He drooped his little head, his slightly curly black hair covered his delicate brows, "I said I don't like girls."
Adolescent classmates who always like to gossip, passed this sentence directly into homosexuality.
"I don't know what's wrong. There are people pointing and pointing everywhere. The girls always talk about me, and the boys...become weird too." The young man rubbed the center of his brows lightly, and his voice was slightly tired.
"I think it makes sense, I think they say I'm gay... Maybe they're right. Because I've been terrified of girls for so long... Knowing that you don't have to like women, my first reaction is that it's easy, and I think I'm would like boys."
His fingers tightened again.
"I told my mother about this."
The psychiatrist followed suit, feeling a little nervous. "Then... what did she say?"
Xun Zhou tilted his little head, his lips were very light in color and curved slightly, as if he was smiling.
"She sent me to treatment. I heard that the treatment in that institution is very effective, but the treatment process must be kept confidential. After I signed the non-disclosure agreement, they showed me nude photos of men, took a look, and gave me an electric shock." He squinted Eyes, blue pupils dull.