The man in the baseball cap woke up under a pure white light.
"what!"
The chair under him creaked, and he opened his eyes wide, looking at the sky.
Beads of sweat continued to flow down his forehead.
"Ghost-ghost!"
"Calm down." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses said, "Drink some water."
His voice was surprisingly calm, like ice water, instantly dousing the anxious man in baseball cap to the ground.
The man in the baseball cap looked at him in bewilderment as he pushed the water glass towards him.
It was a man he had never seen before.
The man wore gold-rimmed glasses, a light blue shirt and a white coat. His hair was combed back and he looked like an elite.
"Ghost! I just saw a ghost!" After being stunned for a moment, the man in the baseball cap yelled, "Ghost without a face! There are many ghosts, and there are also Wu Guan... Wu Guan is smashing my door with an ax..."
He was about to jump up from the chair when he heard the sigh of the elite man.
"I already have a general understanding of your situation."
Man in baseball cap:
He looked around, this was indeed his home.
No, what's the situation, why am I here, no, I'm supposed to be in my own home... Did I go to the wrong set? Why is he here
Countless questions swirled in the baseball cap man's mind, and in the end, they all converged into one question.
"You are… "
"Hypnotherapy is very successful." The elite man said, "You do have a slight tendency to split personality."
What the man said made the man in the baseball cap hold back all the words that followed.
What, what hypnotherapy
What, what split personality
"What are you talking about? What personality therapy, what schizophrenia?" The man in the baseball cap shouted, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will call the property management... No, call the police!"
"I know it is difficult for you to accept this fact for a while. I have seen many patients like you. Indeed, it is very difficult for most people to admit that they have a mental disorder." The elite man said, "What you saw in your dream just now is the subconscious world you saw after being hypnotized..."
"Are you kidding, it's ridiculous!" The man in the baseball cap was furious, "What I saw was obviously a ghost..."
When he mentioned the ending sound of "ghost", he was obviously choked up. The elite man then said calmly: "Absurd? Mr. Qiu, since you have already made an appointment with me for psychotherapy, don't try to escape from your own problems."
Man in baseball cap: …
"You are a highly educated person. Before becoming a columnist, you obtained a bachelor's degree from xx University of Science and Technology—you told me this before receiving treatment." The elite man threw a medical record to him.
Man in baseball cap:?
The medical records were indeed in his handwriting.
"You who have a higher education should believe in science more than anyone else. There are no ghosts in this scientific world. The so-called 'ghosts' are all phantoms of fear in people's hearts—this is a sentence you left in a magazine column when you were in college. .Like all domestic supernatural horror movies, the ending is either mentally ill or the protagonist has a dream, ahem... "
After saying the last sentence, the elite man's face was obviously distorted, as if someone had bitten him. A ball of silver-white plush slipped past his feet, showing a grinning grin at him who almost failed.
Due to the blind spot of his sight, the man in the baseball cap didn't see this silvery-white hair ball flashing by. The elite man continued: "Or, would you rather believe that such unscientific things exist in this world than face your personal problems?"
Man in baseball cap: "I..."
Elite man: "Do you think there may be ghosts in this world? Is the existence of ghosts scientific?"
Man in baseball cap: "I..."
The man in the baseball cap is a little dizzy.
Elite Man: "Let's start with your dreams. You have accumulated a lot of traumatic memories in your childhood..."
"Traumatic… memory?"
"Your parents are busy with work, they are extremely strict with you, and rarely give you praise. When you were a student, your withdrawn personality made you have few friends. You like to indulge in your own research and your own world..."
The man wearing the gold-rimmed glasses narrated the growth experience of the man in the baseball cap. The man in the baseball cap looked at the medical record written in his own handwriting in his hand. As he became more and more confused, he also felt a little more trust in him.
... Is it really the psychiatrist I found? He is a little confused.
"all these are… "
"This is what you told me."
"Medical records? Did I tell you during my consultation?"
"No, it's not." said the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, "Most of your information comes from your dreams."
…
“…the faceless red cheongsam is my second personality, and its ‘hug’ to me represents my childhood attachment to my mother…”
"...the cheongsam with black plum blossoms on a white background follows me, representing my longing for love. 'It' is my first love girlfriend who I wanted to chase after in high school but abandoned me because of my low self-esteem..."
"...the yellow cheongsam is my boss after graduation, 'it' oppresses me and makes me resign, even in my dream I feel endless suffocation."
"...and the Chinese tunic suit that pushes the door is the embodiment of the image of 'father' in my heart, sheltering from the wind and rain. 'It' resists all attacks from the outside for me. The large number of people also represents the essence of my life in a dead house. The longing for family and friends!"
After listening to the elite man's explanation, the man in the baseball cap suddenly became enlightened!
"I see, this dream is an extension of my mental state!" After being limped by the elite man, he showed a sudden realization expression.
Yes, how can there be ghosts in this world? It is too unscientific! The man in the baseball cap thought firmly.
In the words (induction) of the other party, he also gradually "remembered" the process of meeting him. Due to excessive psychological pressure, I contacted this psychotherapist through the Internet and invited him to come to my home for psychotherapy. Although he couldn't remember this incident, he did find chat records related to it in his mobile phone and computer.
In the chat record, he said that he always felt that there were many people in the room recently, and sometimes he looked at himself in the mirror, but he didn't look like himself. I often have a dream, there is a hall in the dream, and there are many people in the hall...
As a columnist, the man in the baseball cap reads all kinds of popular literature, including descriptions of schizophrenia.
He remembered a book called "24 Billy Kings" as described in this way.
"A hall with all kinds of people in it."
"Sometimes I don't feel like I am anymore..."
"I was taken aback and saw him standing right behind me! But when I turned around to look, there was clearly no one there!"
Under the guidance of the elite man, the man in the baseball cap finally had an epiphany!
It turned out that it was all the consequences of my mild personality split tendency caused by my tragic childhood experience and excessive psychological pressure in my adulthood!
Look, don't my symptoms match those in the book!
The man in the baseball cap has no doubts about him. And he always felt that the man with golden glasses opposite him seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made him unable to believe what he said...
"...What about the property management?" The man in the baseball cap finally asked, "Is the property management with the ax also one of my personalities?"
The man with gold spectacles shook his head.
"To put it in a more precise language, he is the embodiment of all the factors in the outside world that have brought you psychological pressure."
"At work, as a columnist, what you are most afraid of is the pink eye disease that is jealous of your grades. Therefore, you see his red eyes through the cat's eyes."
"The ax is a symbol of violence and the shadow of your father's violence against your mother as a child."
"As for why he appeared in the image of property management, I think the reason comes from your financial problems." The man with gold-rimmed glasses said, "Your financial situation has been a little tight recently, isn't it?"
The man in the baseball cap nodded: "How do you know..."
Gold-rimmed glasses man: ... It can be easily deduced from the quantity of express delivery you bought.
But he didn't say this, but went on to talk nonsense:
"Living in first-tier cities, rent is a major expense. Rental housing symbolizes comfort, and property management is the management class, as well as the representative of power and money. The behavior of property management asking for rent symbolizes..."
The conversation between the man in the gold glasses and the man in the baseball cap didn't end until six o'clock in the evening.
During this day, the man in the baseball cap felt that he had acquired a lot of life knowledge, and had a feeling of "strange knowledge increased!".
Seeing the man in the baseball cap being limped, the man in the gold spectacles also secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and took off the "NPC Tool: Halo of Lowering Wisdom" that was pasted on the other's back.
"I've never felt like I know myself so well." The man in the baseball cap sighed.
"You're welcome, I just saw through your psychology and conducted some insignificant analysis and treatment. You can respectfully call me a wall-breaker." The man with gold glasses patted him on the shoulder, "In the future, you can also Writing a lot of handwritten diaries and memoirs like now will help you relax, and it will also be of great help to my fabrication...analysis."
The man in the baseball cap nodded in conviction.
The two were chatting, but a strange rustling sound came from the living room.
Like the footsteps of some kind of creature.
The only man with gold glasses who heard it turned his head slightly, and saw a silver-white cat chasing a dark red cheongsam running all over the room.
— This is the only thing missing.
The man in the gold spectacles blocked his back unobtrusively, and continued to teach the man in the baseball cap how to succeed. Halfway through the lecture on success, the silver-white cat behind him was squatting on the dark red cheongsam, stepping on it with its front paws.
Finally, the last one was also resolved.
The man in the gold glasses was sent out of the gate by the man in the baseball cap, and the cat also sneaked out through the crack of the door.
The two are still talking.
"Don't be anxious when encountering such things in the future, and face all abnormalities with a scientific heart." The man with golden glasses encouraged him, "We don't need to be afraid of any difficulties we encounter. Persistence will lead to victory, Ollie!"
The man in the baseball cap nodded repeatedly.
The door of room 501 is closed. The moment the man in the baseball cap entered, Chu Tianshu squatted down.
"This doorknob is well fitted." He observed the door, "As expected, I repaired it."
Lin Huai let out a "meow" from behind.
"So how important is information security? Just a few chat records can fool a person into this..." Chu Tianshu carried Lin Huai downstairs.
At the same time, the system's prompt sounded in their minds.
"501 Strange Talk: The Invisible Guest, Deciphered."
"He bought a lot of second-hand clothes. But what he didn't know was... there were people in these clothes."
"Old clothes hung all over the living room, and he fell asleep amidst the swaying wind, and had a dream of the Republic of China."
"Dreams of resplendent ballrooms where young men and women invite him to join... twirling... dancing..."
"He raised the corners of his lips in the dream, and the girl in the dream held his hand."
"And behind him who was sleeping... the dark red cheongsam also hugged his body."
Lin Huai shook her tail and returned to her body. And Chu Tianshu also turned back into a dog in an instant as if he had lost his breath.
"There are only the last few rooms left. Thinking about it, I'm still a little excited..." Lin Huai sighed, "It's the cause of the fire in the apartment, and I haven't found out yet..."
He grabbed Chu Tianshu's head again and again. Chu Tianshu said: "Grab your tail instead of my head."
Lin Huai: "Why?"
Chu Tianshu: "When I first became human, I felt that the hair on my forehead was a little thinner because of you."
Lin Huai: "This is for a successful performance. You see, you are bald, and that npc believes that you are really a doctor of psychology."
The two of them chatted one after another. There was a knock on the glass outside the window.
"Is it property management..."
A soft voice sounded outside the door, Lin Huai raised his head and met a pale face.
It is the blue sweater resident of 502.
However, what interested Lin Huai more than her pale face was...
She has a strong smell of formalin!
"There seems to be something wrong in my room..." she said softly, "All my clothes have a strange smell..."
"Can you take a look for me?"
Lin Huai thought for a while and said:
"No," he said grimly, "laundry is not the scope of work of property management."
502 woman: