Since the end of that meeting, Yang Juncheng has been paying attention to Song Que's movements. This is not the first time that he has used conversations to shape a potential murderer, but Song is different from the previous ones. In Yang Juncheng's eyes, those previous people are just losers in life. He can easily control them in his hands and see through them. They hide the dirtiest and most disgusting desires deep in their hearts, and then stir them up.
Song is a type he has never tried before, a proud and typical social elite, arrogant. Although Yang Juncheng didn't want to admit it, he had to admit that Song was charming, even slightly better than him. This is not someone that Yang Juncheng can easily control. He has never tried it before. But Song aroused Yang Juncheng's desire to win and made him want to break through himself to complete this contest.
In Yang Juncheng's view, the goddess of victory already wanted to lean over and give him a kiss.
Facing a top student like Song Que who was familiar with psychological intervention, he didn't dare to be as casual as he was with the previous people. Yang Juncheng has always been careful about his words and deeds, so as not to let his prey discover his intentions before he catches them. The last meeting only opened a crack in the door, which would not achieve his goal immediately, but it should bring some changes to Song Que.
Song Que is really not having a good time now.
Although Yang Juncheng has evil intentions, every word he has spoken to Song Que so far has been from the bottom of his heart. It was precisely because of knowing this that Song Que had a hard time.
He wanted to stop thinking, but the brain that had been suppressed for many years seemed to have the upper hand at this moment, driving Song Que's little self into the corner, watching himself as if looking at another person, constantly thinking about Yang Juncheng's words .
Laws, morals, all these explicit and implicit rules are ultimately for the sake of stability. Social stability often seeks the interests of the mediocre majority. Outstanding people like Song Que have limited benefits from stability, and sometimes they have to give up their own interests in order to maintain stability.
Fundamentally speaking, Yang Juncheng is right. Everything he was familiar with, recognized, and acted as the bottom line was nothing more than the oppression that the majority of society has exerted on the minority in order to protect their own living space for a long time.
Du Feng was the first to notice the change in Song Que. Song Que was usually aloof and cold, and his venomous tongue was venomous, but it didn't feel like this.
Song Que sat in the back seat as soon as he got in the car. He closed his eyes and leaned back without saying a word to Du Feng, as if Du Feng was really his driver.
Du Feng was stunned for a moment and called Brother Song.
Song Que raised his eyelids, glanced at Du Feng, and said, "Huh?"
Du Feng felt a little aggrieved. Brother Song didn't look at people like this before. No matter who spoke, he would look at them intently, instead of looking at them like he does now, with a light glance, as if he didn't care what you said.
This wasn't the end yet. Seeing that Du Feng hadn't spoken a word, Song still said to him: "If nothing happens, just stop making any noise. I want to sleep."
Du Feng felt aggrieved.
After doing this twice, Du Feng couldn't hold it back and still made a tactful protest: "Brother Song, you have changed."
Song Qi glanced at him and curled up the corners of his mouth. If he said it was a smile, it would lose three points of his popularity. If he said it was not a smile... Who knows what that expression is
Du Feng felt chilled by his look. Just when he was about to shut up and pretend that he didn't say anything, he heard Song Que say: "My mental state is a bit up and down, please leave me alone."
Du Feng hadn't heard Song Que's standard tone for several days. He was a little moved when he heard it and nodded immediately. After nodding, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Song, do you want the team to hire a psychologist for you?" Doctor."
Song Que raised his arms and pressed them against his eyes. After the splitting headache had passed, he said, "Brother Song, you are the best."
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This is not completely conceited. Song may not be able to boast to other patients, but to himself, he is the best psychiatrist. Others can only alleviate his condition, and only he can decide whether to live together or die together.
Putting aside what happened to Song Que and Du Feng, Yang Juncheng was very satisfied with what he saw. Even the laughter that Song Que made while chatting with the little nurse could not affect Yang Juncheng's mood. Song was not focused on chatting with a young nurse. While waiting for Yang Juncheng, he seemed to be simply bored and could chat with anyone who came to talk to him. So even if he is funny and can make people laugh in a few words, these little girls will not misunderstand that he has any special meaning for them. Yang Juncheng observed silently, feeling that Song Que's self was slowly opening up. He was an arrogant person, so he would not be easily interested in these beautiful and young nurses. This kind of disinterest was manifested in neglect in the past, but now it is manifested in casual teasing. Through this kind of teasing, it makes people blush and their hearts beat, and they can verify their charm. Yang Juncheng can almost conclude that Song Que's self-centered and selfish side has gradually overtaken his fair and orderly side. In other words, Yang Juncheng can make some more bold attempts.
Song Que sat down on the chair as soon as he entered the office, instead of waiting for Yang Juncheng to speak before pulling out the chair like before. He was sitting very comfortably, leaning on the back of the chair, with his hands relaxed on the handles on both sides of the chair, not as defensive as before. Song Que looked in the direction of Yang Juncheng, with a slight contemptuous smile, and looked Yang Juncheng up and down, as if waiting for a performance.
Yang Juncheng almost immediately stiffened for a moment. He quickly relaxed his body again, as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't help but think that Song, whose dark side was revealed bit by bit, was even more annoying than his apparent personality.
Yang Juncheng hated Song Que's gaze, but he felt that now was a good time to pretend that he was a stupid psychiatrist, making Song Que think that he had full power, and then he would hint at it quietly.
The idea was good, but Song's mocking gaze made it almost impossible for him to continue acting. If he hadn't told himself that the more difficult the process, the richer the fruits would be, Yang Juncheng would have almost given up. Fortunately, Yang Juncheng's efforts were effective. The talks about self-acceptance allowed Song Que to open up himself little by little and show his aggression and aggressiveness.
Yang Juncheng talked about violence for the first time.
Of course, he was careful not to mention violence in any way to advocate or suggest. This was just a test to test Song Que's attitude towards violence at this time.
Song accepted the temptation without any resistance. Whether it was his eyes or his body language, he echoed his words wholeheartedly. He has no obvious aversion to violence, and even reveals a vague attitude - sometimes violence is also a kind of art, involving beauty and certain substances in the soul.
Song Que was chatting eloquently, obviously having a good time. But as he spoke, he suddenly paused, as if the excessive enthusiasm that had just dominated him suddenly disappeared, and his whole person looked cold and depressed.
Yang Juncheng tentatively tried to bring up the topic again, but Song just looked at him coldly and said nothing. Yang Juncheng suddenly understood that the consciousness in Song Que's mind that wanted to restrain himself had never disappeared. It was lurking quietly, and suddenly appeared when his other side was waning.
The success that was within reach suddenly became distant, and Yang Juncheng pursed his lips, somewhat unwillingly.
At the end of today's diagnosis and treatment, Song Qing fell silent again. This silence was different from his previous arrogant silence, but it was not the extremely self-centered appearance before. Yang Juncheng clearly saw the traces of his own changes in him, so he could not let go. He couldn't help but think that Song Qiu was struggling to maintain his balance and was exhausted. As long as he took one more step forward and made it more obvious, he could detonate this already chaotic barrel. Yang Juncheng was immersed in the cause of bringing out Song Que's dark side, but he didn't know that he had been led out of his comfort zone by Song Que and began to try some more bold and explicit inducements.
For the first time in the following conversation, Song recorded unbearable inducing language, but it was not enough. He wanted something more excessive.
So one day when he walked into Yang Juncheng's clinic, Song Qing gave a performance that an acting school should have.
He was both excited and frightened. The two emotions were mixed together, so full that they were about to overflow from his eyes. Just by looking at his eyes, Yang Juncheng could realize that something crucial had happened.
Sure enough, Song took the initiative to speak: "I killed a dog. It was very small and barked all the time. I couldn't see what was cute about it, and it was difficult to tolerate it. It was too ignorant. He kept pestering me, couldn't even tell if someone was angry or angry, and was stupid enough not to keep quiet."
This passage is extremely cold and even a bit scary.
But the next second, Song buried his face in his hands and almost collapsed. Yang Juncheng didn't know if he was crying. He only knew that his shoulders were shaking unnoticeably, and he was obviously not calm. When he raised his face, there was a red circle around his eyes.
"I, I don't know, I'm killing animals now, but what about in the future? Am I not going to be a good person anymore?"
Even if it was a confession-like statement, the center point was not the poor puppy, but himself. Yang Juncheng once again confirmed that this is a person who is as unsympathetic as him and only restrains himself because of some bullshit principles. And now, he wants to help him discover his true self.
Yang Juncheng gently patted Song Que's shoulder, narrowed the psychological distance between the two, and comforted him: "Listen to me, things are not like this. If good people and bad people are determined by those who are different from you , you are destined to only go against your nature in order to live like a good person. But your pain comes from not accepting your true self. To solve the pain, you have to clear your mind of the so-called morals and laws, and accept the real you. That you who is extremely self-centered, arrogant, capable, and loves excitement. Appreciating the aesthetics of violence is not a shameful thing. From now on, you no longer have to suppress yourself, and you can even create your own aesthetics. You know, knife and Heart has always been the best match.”
Song Que raised his head and stared at Yang Juncheng, his black eyes not turning around. It took him a long time to say: "You mean, accept the violent desire in yourself, and then express your desire."
Yang Juncheng didn't speak immediately, but he looked at Song Que, who seemed to be about to be destroyed, and couldn't help but said: "Yes, destroy, destroy, and your pain will disappear from now on."
When Song Que was in a thoughtful state, Yang Juncheng smiled slightly and said: "If your heart still feels empty after venting, you might as well put a small osmanthus flower on it. Osmanthus flower can always make people calm."