Crazy Psychologist

Liu Xiaoju walked towards the conference room with his back slightly hunched and his chest held in his chest.

After the meeting, the day's work was over, but Liu Xiaoju couldn't go home yet, so he sat in the office for another two hours.

Usually, if he hasn't come home after eight o'clock in the evening, Huang Ke will send him a message or ask his eldest son to call him to ask if he is back for dinner or if he has already had a work dinner.

But on Tuesday, Liu Xiaoju was the only one left in the customer service office, looking cold and miserable. He checked his phone many times, but he didn't receive a single message.

It’s as if people all over the world suddenly stopped using social media.

At this time, Liu Xiaoju suddenly felt very uncomfortable. Maybe he shouldn't endure this inexplicable illness any longer. Should he go to a hospital for a checkup? Should he avoid Huang Ke and his family forever?

Thinking of this, he stood up and rushed into the toilet.

At eight o'clock in the evening, even Xiaofeng, the most diligent newcomer after get off work, had already gone home with his laptop fifteen minutes ago.

He walked into the toilet and looked at the orange light outside the window reflected on the dark green sycamore leaves. The leaves were swaying irregularly. This was an autumn night in this city. Although it was prosperous, it was also lonely.

Looking at the lights, I thought about the time when I had no money and took Huang Ke to look for delicious restaurants in this night. Huang Ke was always very considerate. She always said that the food in many small restaurants was excellent. Delicious and inexpensive.

She can always find restaurants with shabby facades that serve the most authentic Northeastern dishes, as well as candy shops with cheap prices but authentic taste.

I wonder how much research she did to find these stores.

Just so that the date between the two can be better and to save some money.

Thinking of this, Liu Xiaoju couldn't help but stretched his hand to the front of his body and removed the rubber cage that bound the annoying things. He took a long breath and grabbed it in the toilet where he could only hear the sound of dripping water.

At this time, the toilet door was opened.

The person who walked in through the door was Xiao Feng, a newcomer who had come back again and again.

"This kind of thing is too much."

Liu Xiaoju shouted at Liu Yiming.

His anger almost filled the entire police station.

"Wait a minute, don't be angry with me first. Whether this is a misunderstanding or not, you have to try to explain it clearly yourself."

"What are you talking about? There is nothing to say. There is nothing like what that idiot Xiao Feng said. There is nothing at all."

"No, don't be so angry. We are also working. If it has nothing to do with you, we must make it clear. If we don't say it, it will be unclear. Otherwise, should you notify your family or find a lawyer?"

"What kind of lawyer should I find? What do you mean?" Liu Xiaoju kicked over the chair.

Liu Xiaoju immediately felt that he could stand up straight.

The overturning of the chair and Liu Xiaoju's angry scolding attracted other colleagues on duty in the police station. Liu Yiming softly told his colleagues what had just happened. Generally speaking, this person lost his temper as soon as he came in and was completely unable to speak.

"Did a citizen call the police?"

"Yes."

Liu Yiming nodded.

At 8:45 p.m., a citizen called 110 and said they had found traces of a harasser in the corridor of a commercial building.

Later, the police arrived at the commercial building within 10 minutes based on the address given by the citizens.

"That's not right. Are you going to arrest people like this? You can't just arrest people without evidence for this kind of thing!"

The speaker was Liu Yiming's colleague Zhang Hai, 57 years old this year. He is considered an old man in the police station. He works calmly and never makes mistakes.

When Zhang Hai asked this, Liu Yiming also felt strange, so he could only tell Zhang Hai truthfully what he knew. It is said that before our colleague said anything, Liu Xiaoju yelled first and fought against the police. His colleague's name was Huang Xiaofeng. He even insisted that it was him.

"Is there some grudge in the company and you did this on purpose?"

Zhang Hai was more cautious, which is what he said to Liu Yiming, but no matter what, since he hit the police without saying a word, it was a reasonable procedure to bring him back to understand the situation.

Zhang Hai patted Liu Yiming's shoulder, and Liu Yiming instantly became more awake.

This matter is really tricky. Why did Liu Xiaoju hit the police? And whether Huang Xiaofeng had any grudge against Liu Xiaoju? It is best to find out these things.

Liu Yiming raised the chair, and Liu Xiaoju kicked the chair over again. His eyes bulged outwards, and Liu Xiaoju's recovered body changed again.

As a result, he became more and more irritable, so irritable that he wanted to hit others.

Although Liu Yiming was tall, Liu Xiaoju was tall and strong. Liu Xiaoju also knew where he was and blindly taking action would only harm himself, so he could only use a chair to vent his emotions.

Kick the chair wildly.

Kick again.

He kept uttering obscene words.

Liu Yiming stood outside the door. Seeing this situation, it was probably useless to say anything. He might as well not say anything at all, just stand outside the door and watch.

Liu Xiaoju lost his temper alone, and finally gasped for air, his limbs trembled, and he collapsed on the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" Liu Yiming shouted immediately upon seeing this.

"Is it a convulsion? Does this person have epilepsy?"

Based on his experience, Zhang Hai immediately asked his colleagues to call the emergency number.

When the ambulance arrived, Huang Ke had already arrived at the police station and met Liu Xiaoju who was being carried into the ambulance at the gate.

"Husband, what's wrong with you, husband?"

"Give me a moment, family members, right? Family members can follow the ambulance."

Huang Ke sat down, and Liu Yiming's follower Huang Ke jumped into the car.

"Where?" the ambulanceman asked.

"What's up with him?"

Liu Yiming asked.

"We can only stabilize his condition at the moment. It seems that his cardiopulmonary function is not greatly affected and his blood oxygen saturation is very low."

Huang Ke no longer looked as nervous as she did at the beginning. On the contrary, she just looked at the unconscious Liu Xiaoju coldly.

"Hello police, what happened?"

Huang Ke asked coldly.