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"Dr. Bittman!"

"Oh, dear Miss Rost, welcome."

Ada's full name is Ada Rossiter.

This psychological clinic in a small town in Pennsylvania seemed to be doing well. Just as they were entering, a middle-aged man walked out.

"My father suffers from depression, so he often gets treatment here. Although I haven't tried it, my father said it's good here." Ada told Catherine with a smile.

"I'm looking forward to it."

Catherine smiled.

Ada seemed to be familiar with Bitman. She walked over and told Bitman about Catherine's depressed condition.

Then Bittman asked Catherine about her situation and nodded.

"Okay, that's the clinic over there. Please wait for me there. I'll write a brief report for you."

Catherine walked into the small room at the back, while Ada walked to the side walkway. The design of this clinic was a bit weird, the walkway was a dead end, and there were two stools, and Ada sat on them.

There have been many incidents in the United States where female patients were forced to perform piston movements by doctors, but because there was Ada sitting outside the window, Catherine was not worried.

And although Bitman doesn't seem to be a talented person, his performance is very dull and doesn't look like that kind of person.

There are two beds in the room.

One seems to be a gynecological treatment bed, while the other is a comfortable soft bed.

"This is your first time to undergo hypnosis... Come, lie here."

Bittman made up the soft bed, and Catherine lay down on it.

Bitman turned on the timer, and the clock made a "click-click" sound.

"Relax..."

He looked at Catherine with a smile.

"Okay, look at me. You feel very sleepy now..."

Following Bittman's guidance, Catherine gradually relaxed.

"I'm going to ask you a few questions now."

"Um……"

Catherine seemed to be in a daze. She seemed to see a field, and she seemed to be floating in the sea, but it seemed to be soaring in the sky...

But at this time, Bitman's originally dull eyes became sharp, or rather...squinted.

"You feel tight in your chest now..."

"Then you want to take off all your clothes."

"Put your hands on your chest and answer a few questions..."

"How does it feel to commit suicide? Do you like it?"

"It's not bad, but I can't say I like it, because I will be very irritable the whole day afterwards."

Bitman was stunned for a moment.

Which language is this?

Answer: This is Chinese.

But it's a pity that he couldn't understand it.

But Bittman seemed to be a veteran, and he was ready to continue.

"Relax, now, you want to do what makes you feel the most happy, and that is self-destruction."

Catherine gradually pulled up her skirt, while Bittman eagerly began to unbutton his belt.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a policeman who seemed to be at the door, talking to Ada about something.

Damn it! I forgot to pay my taxes!

The IRS is the most ruthless organization in the United States - bar none.

Even the think tank of Comrade Ao Guanhai (Bama), two figures fell into their hands. Looking back, in the 1920s, the United States was also in great chaos. It was also the tax bureau that took action and captured the gang leader—

—That’s someone even the FBI finds difficult.

Bitman quietly walked to the door, opened it and walked out.

"Sir..." He looked at the police officer with a gentle smile.

"Are you Mr. Bittman?"

Ada watched from the side, while Bitman was so panicked that he was sweating profusely. But in any case, he dismissed the other party for the time being.

At the same time, Catherine had already pushed her underwear aside and began to relieve herself for the first time in her life.

But her will was not here. Instead, she recalled the love action movies and love thrillers she had watched. Countless movements seemed to overlap with her hands...

"Heaven……"

She seemed to see it.

When Bitman opened the door, Catherine's finger happened to be taken out.

"Damn..."

Bitman looked at the time and saw that it was almost time.

"Okay... Now, you feel refreshed... When I count to 10, you will become energetic..."

Catherine gradually woke up, she felt that her brain was extremely clear, and there was no more pleasant emotion than this.

"Okay, how do you feel?"

"Somewhat...comfortable."

My whole body seemed to be floating.

When he walked out, Ada immediately greeted him.

"Okay?"

"It seems to feel good."

The whole person seemed to have become relaxed, which felt really good.

"I'm sorry, because there was an accident during the process, the treatment effect this time was not good, so I will waive your fee."

Bitman looked at the two of them with a kind smile, and then took out a business card.

"This is my business card. Welcome to come again in the future. I can give you a 50% discount."

"Thank you." Catherine took the business card.

"Okay, it's time for us to leave."

Catherine turned back to look at Ada, only to find that the glass of the window had turned into a mirror when viewed from the outside.

"It turns out that this kind of mirror existed at this time..."

Catherine nodded thoughtfully.

They left quickly, and Bittman looked at the ticket in his hand in frustration.

"Are you not upset anymore?"

"Yes."

Catherine's face seemed a little red, and she seemed to suspect that she peed her pants.

"Maybe you can come here and have a look next time. You know, what a funny thing Dr. Bittman encountered just now..."

Ada told everyone about the people from the IRS.

No one in the United States is afraid of the government or the police. But when the IRS is mentioned, many people gnash their teeth with hatred. The United States is a "country of tens of thousands of taxes". The inspectors of the IRS are not only tall and proficient in their professions, but also carry with them

Weapons and equipment not inferior to those of professional police officers.

The IRS's level of tax paranoia has reached an outrageous level. For example, there was a Japanese immigrant dentist named Murata. In order to investigate his tax evasion, the IRS spent more than a month going through records.

He found the patients one by one and copied their invoices. It turned out that there were many poor people because it was cheaper. As a result, Murata undercharged them about 10% of the dental fees. If the patients paid in cash, they would

Do not issue invoices to patients.

In the end, the dentist was found guilty of "9 crimes including national tax evasion, fraud, hiding evidence, and forgery of documents...". He was sentenced to 3 years in prison and fined 24 million U.S. dollars for tax evasion and 5 million U.S. dollars in back taxes.

And there is no bail."

All in all, this is an organization that digs deep into the ground to collect taxes.

Catherine has made a decision silently here.

Whatever you do, you can't offend the IRS, and you can't save the taxes you should pay...