Should I drink this soup
Zhou Ze frowned slightly, then put the bowl down and looked at Wang Ke and also at Wang Ke's wife.
Wang Ke's wife took a chair and sat down, then rubbed her heels and complained:
"Honey, my heel isn't healed yet."
"Who told you to be so careless? You're lucky that your bones are fine."
Wang Ke carefully observed his wife's heels, smiled, and said:
"You should go back to your room and rest. Try not to go outside these days. It's really tiring for you to walk on tiptoe all the time, and you're wearing high heels."
"Okay, okay, I just want to make myself look better so you can feel more comfortable at home."
The woman rolled her eyes at her husband, then smiled at Zhou Ze, "You guys chat, I'll go up first."
After the woman left, Wang Ke pointed at the bowl Zhou Ze had just put down and reminded him:
"The soup is getting cold."
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette, lit it, and started smoking without caring that he was in someone else's house.
After a while, Zhou Ze asked:
"What's the meaning?"
"I just do it because I'm in the mood." Wang Ke shook his head, then pointed at the pot of broth and said, "Did you think that this pot of broth contained human flesh?"
Zhou Ze didn't say anything.
Wang Ke also took out a cigarette, lit it with the fire on the gas stove, and said:
"This is psychological suggestion. Everyone will encounter this kind of psychological suggestion in daily life. For example, when you just leave home, a lady next to you suddenly tells her child to lock the door after leaving, otherwise the house will be robbed.
You will subconsciously reflect on whether you have closed the door, then keep recalling and worrying about it, and finally run back to see with your own eyes whether the door is closed.
This is relatively common and simple. A slightly more advanced method is to achieve this effect through repeated psychological suggestion behaviors and continuous side operations of consciousness.
For example, you think I cooked a pot of human flesh soup in my kitchen and dared not drink it. "
Wang Ke shrugged.
"Is it ridiculous? Yes, it is ridiculous, but you believed it. This is the most ridiculous, but also the most normal thing."
Zhou Ze asked, "Is this also part of the treatment?"
Wang Ke shook his head, "No, this is not a disease. We psychologists rarely call psychological problems 'diseases'. This is your own problem.
Just like why you think I would cook human flesh, this psychological suggestion has actually been going on for a long time. For example, my wife always likes to go out to get her hair done but her hairstyle doesn't change much when she comes back.
What do you think is my motive for killing her
I was cheated on. She found another man outside and made me a cute green hat. "
"cute… … "
“Okay, you can ignore the word cute for now, but it is undeniable that this is the biggest hint that you mistakenly thought I was cooking my wife’s meat at home.
Because you assume I knew it a long time ago, and in fact I did know it a long time ago, and then you naturally assume I would be angry, well, I am angry.
After this, you think I had a motive to kill her and eat her flesh because I should vent my anger in this way.
Of course, there are some auxiliary hints here, such as my identity. My biggest hobby is actually cooking a big pot of meat soup at home that I can’t finish by myself, just to satisfy the regret of not having enough meat to eat when I was a child in an orphanage due to poor conditions.
This contrast makes it difficult for you to admit it, and your brain naturally begins to form your own train of thought, an idea that you think makes sense.
That is what we often say, what you think is the "truth". Just like many people on the Internet who like to watch the show, a very simple incident can often be hyped and fermented by some people with ulterior motives. It is also based on this reason.
There is a Shakespeare and a Sherlock Holmes in everyone’s heart.”
Wang Ke picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce dish, then put it into his mouth and chewed with his eyes closed.
"Really? It's delicious. When we were little in the orphanage, I remember you always fought with me for meat."
"In the end, you left your chicken legs for me." Zhou Ze said.
“Haha, who told you to be younger than me, who told you to call me brother.” Wang Ke waved his hands disapprovingly, “Actually, at that time, I also loved eating meat, but I could never get enough.
Now that I have the conditions, I can eat meat even if I am thirsty. But every time I cook a big pot with great enthusiasm and dedication, I feel full after eating only a little.
My health is not as good as it used to be, and I am no longer the young man I used to be. In addition, my living conditions have gradually improved since I started working.
Now, I think the most delicious thing was when I saw you eating my chicken drumstick in the orphanage when I was a kid."
Wang Ke picked up another piece of meat and put it in his mouth. After eating it, he let out a sigh.
Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and said nothing. He just leaned against the kitchen wall silently, watching the white smoke billowing inside and the vicissitudes and sighs of the middle-aged man inside.
"Tell me about your problem. Actually, the problem lies with you. To be honest, you were most comfortable when you were a doctor, right
No matter what problems you encounter at work, no matter how much intrigue you engage in, no matter how much you are excluded or suppressed,
When a patient is sent to you, it is always right to cure the disease and save the life.
It should be consistent with the nature of your work and the moral ethics of human society.
The saying "a doctor is like a loving parent" can make you ignore the patient's identity, personality, what the patient has done in the past, whether he is a good person or a bad person, poor or rich.
Once he is sent to you, the only thing you must do is to heal him.
But now, you are facing difficulty in making choices. For some choices, you need to consider more situations, and you need to judge the scale yourself. This makes you very uncomfortable and troubled.
You want to be yourself with all your heart, like the characters in martial arts novels, free and easy, but you have to be bound by the present.
In fact, this is the norm for most people. Aze, you were actually too self-centered in the past. You and I both grew up in orphanages. We both suffered misfortunes in our childhoods and endured the pressure and inferiority caused by the lack of our own families in our youth.
In fact, both of us have some psychological problems to a greater or lesser extent. These are the seeds that have now blossomed and borne fruit in you.
You say that your conscience is gone, but it is actually there. You instinctively reject it and hate it, but you have no way to give it up.
So your subconscious mind created this situation, and your conscience was eaten up by you, so you can perfectly ignore it. "
"How to solve it?" Zhou Ze asked.
“Unless there comes a master of psychology who is completely superior to you in consciousness and can break the shackles in your heart in one fell swoop, making you unable to resist his hypnosis.
Otherwise, you can only rely on yourself to slowly wear it out, maybe you wear it out, or it wears you out."
Wang Ke took another sip of the soup, which must have tasted delicious. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face. "Brother, I am not good enough. In other words, I can still deal with some psychological problems of ordinary people, but you are not an ordinary person."
Zhou Ze nodded. "So, we can only let nature take its course?"
"You don't have to resist it. Instead, you can accept it. You can even treat it as a person, as another side of yourself." Wang Ke tried to give his own solution. "What I said is a bit abstract. It's best if you can understand it. It doesn't matter if you can't understand it. Just let it go."
Putting down their bowls and chopsticks, Wang Ke and Zhou Ze walked into the living room, and Wang Ke made another pot of tea.
The local news of Tongcheng was being broadcast on TV. Coincidentally, a face that Zhou Ze found somewhat familiar appeared in the news. It was a simple and honest face. He was crying and roaring.
However, most of the news has been broadcast, and this is the end.
Wang Ke saw Zhou Ze reading the news and explained, "This matter has been hyped up recently. His son has leukemia and wanted to find his second daughter whom he had given away. After mobilizing the media, he finally found her.
But the second daughter and her adoptive parents refused to donate, so he and his wife went to their doorstep and blocked them at the gate of the community, scolding his daughter for being heartless. Then they went to his second daughter’s high school and posted big-character posters, listing his second daughter’s sins and forcing her to donate.
"oh."
Zhou Ze picked up the tea and took a sip.
"These days, all kinds of strange things happen," Wang Ke sighed.
Zhou Ze looked at Wang Ke and said, "Actually, there were some before, but the information network was not so developed before."
"What do you mean?"
"No."
"Don't look down on my brother." Wang Ke suddenly said seriously.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"Everyone has their own difficulties. I don't want to, but I can see it."
"I'm leaving, thank you for the diagnosis today."
"You're welcome. I told you that I won't look for you again in the future, but you can always come to me if you have any problem."
With Wang Ke's farewell, Zhou Ze walked out of his house, turned around and looked at the balcony on the second floor of his house, but the little Loli was not there.
Yes,
The little Loli can't be here. She should have gone to Rongcheng with the Faceless Woman and other ghost messengers.
I took a taxi and got in. The driver turned around and asked, "Where are you going, buddy?"
"Send me to the dirtiest place."
Zhou Ze felt that he should take the initiative to find something to do and achieve some results.
"Hey, are you a writer, brother? Going out to look for inspiration?"
“I guess so.”
"Okay, I actually know a place."
The driver patted his chest and promised to help Zhou Ze find a good place. That place has been very evil recently and most people dare not pass by there at night.
Then,
The driver took Zhou Ze to the door of the "Late Night Bookstore".
That damn crow appeared again, flying slowly through the air with a "quack quack" sound. It seemed to be very good at flying out when it was most needed.
The breeze blew the fallen leaves, which swirled around Zhou Ze's feet, making a rustling sound.
Zhou Ze turned around and looked at the taxi that had gone far away.
Suddenly I felt that I should talk to Xu Qinglang about the relocation.
… …
Pushing open the bedroom door, Wang Ke walked into the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed playing with her phone. When she saw her husband coming over, she changed into a graceful posture.
"He's gone?"
"Well, let's go." Wang Ke smiled and sat down beside the bed. He reached out and touched his wife's cheek and said:
"You've lost weight, too much weight, you're not tasty anymore."
"You dead face, you men are all like this, you want your wife to have a good figure when you take her out to save face, and you also want your wife to have some meat in bed to make you comfortable."
"I'm old, and the meat is too lean, it gets stuck in my teeth."
Saying,
Wang Ke stretched out his fingers and dug out some meat from between his teeth.
“Stop losing weight.”