Crazy Psychologist

Heavy rain Thursday noon.

A blue wind warning and a yellow thunder warning were sent to everyone's cellphones.

Muchun stared out the window. In this weather, few patients would be willing to come to the hospital to see the psychosomatic department.

Liu Tiantian ran up to the fifth floor with three boxes of curry rice, and he was so flustered that he almost spilled the miso soup on the ground.

He said it was because of the rain and ordered takeout for everyone. Liu Tiantian diligently distributed the lunch boxes to Muchun and Chu Sisi.

"The ingredients of this Kyojima restaurant are said to be very fresh. The pork chops are cooked just right without losing their flavor due to being fried for too long. The tempura is also very delicious. You can really eat the octopus meat in the octopus balls."

Muchun and Chu Sisi each had their own thoughts, so they didn't say anything. They opened the lunch boxes and started eating in silence.

Chu Sisi's worries were naturally related to her mother Zhang Mei. The Geng Meng incident had not yet completely passed, and something like this happened again at Uncle Liu's house. Chu Sisi even felt a little scared.

"Have you all seen the video? I have the latest news."

Such terrible things happened around the sea.

It might be an exaggeration to say that this is the talk of the town.

Of course Liu Tiantian will not miss it.

A bolt of lightning pierced the midday sky.

It seemed as if it had landed on the windowsill.

"Terror." Liu Tiantian whispered.

puff!

"Eat, eat, pork chops." Muchun lamented.

"Doctor Mu, how many parts do you think a pork chop should be cut into?"

"Three swords, four swords." Muchun replied.

"Where is that person?" Liu Tiantian immediately asked.

Muchun raised his head and glanced at Liu Tiantian's face, then looked at her lunch box, which was already empty.

"You're eating too fast, Tiantian." Chu Sisi hadn't even taken a few bites of rice, and Liu Tiantian had already finished eating the pork chop without taking a bite.

"Doctor Mu, how many parts do you think a person should be cut into?"

"Head, chest, abdomen, waist, thighs and calves."

After Muchun finished speaking calmly, he picked up the miso soup and took a sip.

The red garbage bag Liu Tiantian mentioned was the garbage bag Liu Mei used to put Ikeda Chi's body. According to Liu Mei's self-report, the police found Ikeda Chichi in the Linhai No. 3 abandoned factory, Qingshan Road No. 1 river, bathtub and Lanhai Park trash can. However, during the forensic examination, it was discovered that part of the body was missing.

The missing part is the chest area.

"That means the heart was not found?" Muchun asked.

"Amazing. As expected of Dr. Mu, the heart part was indeed not found."

"Did Liu Mei say she didn't know where she was?" Muchun asked again.

"She didn't say she didn't know where she was. What the news said was that the suspect didn't answer. It felt like a deliberate provocation and a bit of a deliberate puzzle, so I was particularly curious about this matter."

Liu Tiantian knew that Muchun was familiar with all kinds of mystery novels, and she was also a fan of novels. When encountering such a real case, Liu Tiantian became even more interested. Even Liu Dandan, who had not talked in the group for a long time, was dragged out by Liu Tiantian to join the discussion.

"Have you seen the faint comments in the group? He is suspected to be a copycat."

"It's possible." Muchun nodded happily.

"Really? What is that a parody of? Is it a novel or a movie?"

Copycat crime refers to the behavior of carrying out a criminal plan based on the criminal methods of others.

For example, the dismemberment itself is definitely not original, but isn’t it a copycat crime? This requires a more comprehensive collection of crime-related information, but these matters are a matter for the police and criminologists. So Muchun told the enthusiastic Liu Tiantian, "Just wait until she says it herself."

Liu Tiantian said she believed Liu Mei would never tell her, and she bet 50 yuan.

Chu Sisi was a little disgusted with Liu Tiantian talking about Liu Mei like this. Unfortunately, this disgust was meaningless, because Chu Sisi knew that Liu Mei had taken the video herself and put it on the Internet. Of course she knew what it would bring. Maybe everyone now All discussing her case, just what she wanted.

What is Chu Sisi worried about?

Is it Liu Mei?

no.

She was always worried about her mother Zhang Mei.

The heavy rain continued, with no intention of stopping.

After dinner, Liu Tiantian was still analyzing the case with Liu Dandan in the group. The group of Huayuanqiao Detective Agency was buzzing non-stop. It really seemed like it had become a real detective agency now.

Chu Sisi struggled for a while. Seeing that Mu Chun was holding a novel and it didn't look like she was busy with work, she tried to ask, "Teacher, why does domestic violence happen?"

"Because the violent tendency is too serious." Liu Tiantian said angrily.

"Violent tendencies? But some people in the company are very kind-hearted and don't seem to have any violent tendencies at all. They are completely gentle. Why do people like that also engage in domestic violence?"

"Some men have no problems in daily interpersonal relationships. They understand the rules, play both sides, and are even happy to everyone. There is no sign of antisocial personality at all, and they don't look like people who would engage in violent behavior.

But they are not equally friendly to everyone. They will target a certain person, a close partner, with vicious words, ravage feelings, inflict mental violence, and even physical violence against the other person.

After all, these people have a friendly side, so they often alternate between violence and kindness, or even violence and docility.

Domestic violence occurs in the morning, and begging and apologizing sincerely in the afternoon. Women are easily overwhelmed by such repetitions. "

"But Liu Mei didn't say anything about Ikeda's domestic violence in the video. She should have yelled about the domestic violence and even produced evidence. In this way, wouldn't everyone be able to sympathize with her?"

I have to say that Liu Tiantian's idea is reasonable.

Chu Sisi also agreed. She couldn't understand why Liu Mei made such a video but didn't say what happened to her. It didn't seem to do her any good.

Moreover, her expression, tone of voice and relaxed and natural posture throughout the video made Chu Sisi feel numb in her back when watching it.

"Did mom come here this morning? I seemed to hear her voice when I was receiving patients. This set of drums was sent by mom, right?"

Muchun stood up, took a bottle of soda and walked back to his seat, "Lawyer Zhang came here in the morning. The weather was still very good at that time, but there were already signs of a heavy rain coming."

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Outside the funeral home, Chen Fulou and Ding Lan had been crying all day and night holding their son's ashes. It was at a place like the door of the funeral home that they felt it was not shameful to cry for their dead son.

But they were asked to leave because the funeral home was also closed and they couldn't stay inside at night.

People come and go with different sorrows, and no one knows how important each other's lost relatives are in life.

But the pain of sending a person with white hair to a person with black hair will probably always be at the forefront of losing a loved one.

Such a comparison is inevitably cruel. In fact, losing any close relative is an extremely difficult thing to bear. A child loses his parents and a husband loses his wife.

Humans are not good at facing death.

Human beings are afraid of facing death.

Human beings escape death.

In spring, hundreds of flowers bloom, and the power of life is in the catkins, the brightness of the petals, and the pollen on the butterflies and bees.

The plant cultivation in the funeral home is very good and makes people feel like visiting a park.

The pavilions are far apart, so when a funeral ceremony is held, the cries will not spread outside the pavilion.

Chen Fulou and his wife Ding Lan hid in a corner. When they were tired from crying, they fell asleep and continued to cry when they woke up.

The next day, Thursday morning, they were invited outside the museum. They cried all night at the bus stop in front of the museum, sitting like mushrooms on the stainless steel benches at the bus stop.

At noon, heavy rain fell from the sky.

Amidst the strong wind and thunder, Chen Fulou woke up and stopped crying. He knew that his son would never come back.

"Wife, wife, don't cry, we still have things to do." Looking at the deserted streets in the heavy rain, Chen Fulou suddenly became energetic.

There seemed to be endless tears in Ding Lan's deeply sunken eyes.

Cheeks tingled and it was difficult to open my eyelids.

In the heavy rain, her presbyopic eyes became increasingly blurry.

Holding Chen Feng's urn, she refused to talk to Chen Fulou and refused to hear any noise that disturbed her relationship with her son.

People immersed in grief lock themselves up with memories, and they seem to be still with the dead in a world.

This is human nature.

"Honey, stop crying, we want justice." Chen Fulou said as he tremblingly took out a tissue to wipe Ding Lan's tears.

"Don't touch me, I blame you. If you had been nicer to your son when he was alive, would he go back to find that woman?" Ding Lan blamed Geng Meng for the pain of losing his son.

She has always disliked this daughter-in-law, but Chen Feng likes her.

Looking back now, if Chen Feng had not married Geng Meng, no divorce would have happened.

"Let's go find that stinky girl Geng Meng." Chen Fulou still couldn't change his name for Geng Meng.

The 75-year-old Chen Fulou was lame and short in stature. He looked nothing like his biological father and son to the deceased Chen Feng. Chen Feng was nearly 190cm tall, burly and as strong as an ox.

But they are the biological father and son, and the son died in vain. The old man cried for two days, and he realized that something was wrong, and there must be something wrong with it.

Ding Lan has no education, and she has never understood the principles of life in her whole life of farming. However, she knows that her son is not a bad person, and he should not sleep to death at this age.

"What kind of gas poisoning?" Chen Fulou shook Ding Lan in frustration, "We were all deceived."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The doctor made it very clear that he died of gas poisoning. What's the use of talking about it now? There is only so much left in the human body." As he spoke, Ding Lan began to cry, " My poor Xiaofeng, such a tall and big person has only become this little bit."

"Bah, I don't believe that my son will disappear like this for no reason. I'm going to find the stinky girl and find out what's going on."

Chen Fulou understood under the rain that this was not a typical city person bullying others. Geng Meng, a woman who argued for divorce twenty years ago, divorced immediately. No one looked down upon her, but city people really He knew how to play, so he found a lawyer to get a divorce, and even took away all the family's money.

Twenty years ago, hundreds of thousands was not a small number. This was Chen Fulou and Ding Lan's half-life savings after selling their house in their hometown. They were originally going to use it to start a business for their son. Who knew that half a year later? Before long, Geng Meng took away nearly 100,000 yuan.

"Stop crying, stop crying." Seeing that he could not persuade Ding Lan, Chen Fulou became rude.

The two yelled at each other in the heavy rain. Fortunately, the rain was pouring and there was no one on the road. No one heard what they were saying except the two of them.

Just like that, Chen Fulou walked out of the station's awning and walked into the rain. The heavy rain instantly soaked his whole body.

"Look, the heavy rain surrounding the sea is so fresh."

Chen Fulou laughed heartily.

"You're crazy, you're crazy, you're crazy, aren't you?"

Ding Lan hugged her son's urn tightly. For a moment, she looked at Chen Fulou's crazy appearance and felt that her life was over. She might as well die with her son, which would be the end of the world.

"Ranzi, listen to me, this matter is not that simple. What kind of place is Yuanhai? How can gas poisoning happen so easily in this place?"

"Crazy, I don't want to talk to you."

Ding Lan is desperate, and Ding Lan's world has completely collapsed.

Chen Fulou grabbed Ding Lan's knees and knelt down in front of her, with his face pillowed on his son's urn, crying, laughing and beating his head.

"What's wrong with you? Are you going to let me live? If you don't let me live, I'm going to be hit by a car and be dragged in and cremated."

Ding Lan shouted desperately.

"No, no, listen to me. Look at this funeral parlor around the sea, look at this road, look at this station. How could this city die of gas poisoning casually? It's not like we don't burn coal here. There are still people in the north who burn coal, so there is no such thing as gas poisoning."

"I, isn't this what you told me?"

"What am I telling you? I heard what that stinky girl Geng Meng said. Who is she? Don't forget that she and Xiaofeng divorced more than 20 years ago. She is the one who insists on divorce. Now She was the one who killed our Xiaofeng. Do you think it is that simple? Our family used to burn coal, and Xiaofeng was not poisoned. How could he be poisoned in the sea?"