Crazy Psychologist

The emergency room outside the Beijing First Affiliated Medical Center was deserted.

The lighting on the first floor of the new building was so bright that everyone's silhouettes looked overexposed.

There were four people in the emergency room, only four, one was the father, one was the mother, an old lady, and the head teacher.

Compared with the overwhelming news on the Internet and the self-media articles written hastily to gain popularity, there are at least hundreds of thousands of articles.

But here, in the corridor at the entrance of the emergency room of Jingyi Affiliated Medical Center, there are only four people.

Muchun slowed down, his mother was already crying, and his father looked at the emergency room without blinking.

The child jumped from the balcony at two o'clock in the middle of the night.

Two hours late from the appointed time.

The old lady tilted her head and looked like an old man who was not clear-headed. But if the old lady hadn't had a bad sleep at night, the family might not have discovered that their son Liu Xiaojun was not in their room until the morning.

For the first time, the books to be brought to school the next day and the test papers to be handed in were neatly stacked on the desk.

Not a single suicide note, not a single mobile phone message.

At two o'clock, Liu Xiaojun pushed open the balcony door and walked to the balcony. No one heard the whole process.

My father, Liu Dajun, was still snoring loudly. My mother was upset because of poor sleep. She took some sleeping pills and just fell asleep an hour ago.

No one knows what Liu Xiaojun was thinking in his room between 12 o'clock and 2 o'clock?

Maybe he also played his favorite game and said goodbye to the girl he liked on QQ.

Maybe he wanted to go to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke. Because he was seriously overweight, Liu Dajun had long refused to let him drink this sugar-added carbonated drink.

There's nothing wrong with drinking a can and then ending your life.

But no, Liu Xiaojun didn't do that. He was an obedient child.

He is a taciturn child, just like Wu Le, but Wu Le works harder than Liu Xiaojun to become friends with the people around him.

The old lady was Liu Xiaojun's grandmother. She couldn't sleep at night, so she sighed and tossed and turned, unable to close the door, for fear that if something happened in the middle of the night, she wouldn't be able to wake up through the door.

Precisely because people who can't sleep are always energetic in the middle of the night and their eyes are bright. When the old lady heard some movement on the balcony, she thought it was a thief climbing up the outer wall.

Until a muffled and loud sound reached the old lady's ears, the old lady thought it was a thief who accidentally fell from the balcony.

She calmly turned over and groped tenaciously in the dark for her dark green twist knitted sweater and cardigan. She elegantly put on the cardigan and stood on the ground. After the dizziness passed, she held on to the wall and groped for her ten-year-old sweater. crutches kept in the same place.

Then, she turned on the light in the bedroom, walked to the bathroom with crutches, put down the crutches, and took off her pants tremblingly, once to the left, once to the right, and then back to the left.

The old lady did not feel that she was so old that she needed help from others to manage her own life. She is strong, clumsy, but hard at doing these things that she has known since she was four or five years old.

After using the toilet, the old lady turned off the light in the toilet, turned on the light in the living room, and walked towards the balcony.

A gust of wind blew through the living room. The old lady clutched the crutch tightly and remained standing.

Why is the wind in the south so strong tonight?

The old lady felt something strange. She was always awake in the middle of the night. Although it was a three-bedroom apartment, it was only 90 square meters in size. There were four people in the house. She didn't care about other people's voices except her own breathing. At night, the old lady's In the ears, it is clear.

The army's snoring was a bit loud today. I guess they were unhappy with someone at work.

Dajun is good at everything but has a bad temper, just like his dead father.

Xiaomei always turns over when sleeping. Because she doesn't sleep well, she always turns over twenty times in the first half of the night. Sometimes she really turns over.

It’s after one o’clock before I can get a good night’s sleep, and I have to get up again at six o’clock in the morning.

In fact, no one said anything to her if she didn't make breakfast, but she was afraid that the food outside would be unclean and would be unhealthy for her children.

Xiaojun sleeps like Dajun, and he snores. He snores because he is fat. Sometimes Xiaojun's cry often doesn't appear until after twelve o'clock, maybe because he secretly plays games in the room and goes to bed late.

The next day, Xiaomei asked what time she went to bed last night, and Xiaojun said eleven. The old lady giggled while holding the soy milk cup.

Never expose Sun Tzu's lies.

Who doesn’t have some little secrets under the covers?

On the night of November 8, the old lady never heard her grandson snoring. He thought Sun Zai was still playing games and was a little worried, mainly about his eyes.

The grandson's door is usually closed, but the house is too old, and in the silence of the night, the thin walls cannot block any secrets.

The old lady tremblingly closed the balcony door and passed by her grandson's room, only to find that there was nothing on the bed, not even the quilt.

The old lady has bad ears, but her night vision is as sharp as an owl's.

"Xiaojun, Xiaojun."

The old lady was shouting in the room. Since she rarely entered her grandson's room, she couldn't find the light switch for a while. She held the door frame with her left hand and touched the wall with her right hand. After touching for a long time, she finally found the switch and the light came on. At that moment, the old lady closed her eyes tightly. After slowly opening them, she saw that there was no one in the room, just as she saw in her night vision.

There were only light blue pillows on the bed, and even the quilt disappeared out of thin air.

"Where are the people?"

The old lady muttered to herself. Her legs and feet were weak and she knew something was wrong, so she tried to move.

"Xiaomei, Xiaomei."

The old lady pushed her daughter-in-law's shoulder. She was sleeping deeply. The first person to wake up was Liu Dajun.

"Hey, Mom? Why are you here? What time is it now?"

"Xiaojun, where did Xiaojun go?"

"Where else can Xiaojun go? He can sleep in his room. Hey, Mom, I beg you, go back to your room and go to bed. What time is it? Can you let me sleep for a while?"

After saying that, Liu Dajun turned around and covered his head with the quilt, and started snoring again half a second later.

The old lady could only turn around and think that she might have seen it wrong, so she should look for it again. She moved tremblingly to the toilet and to Xiaojun's room.

"No, where have you been? Did you sneak out to play somewhere in the middle of the night?"

The old lady thought.

I've never sneaked out in the middle of the night before.

The old lady's mind was already in a bad state, but then she suddenly remembered the voice of the thief on the balcony just now.

So he walked as fast as he could, stumbled to the balcony, and with a lot of effort, he opened the balcony door that had just been locked.

There was nothing on the balcony except the flowers and plants in the dark.

"Xiaojun? Xiaojun?"

The old lady suddenly shouted out of breath, lost her balance, and fell down on the balcony.