Crazy Psychologist

The short pencil marks cannot be connected with the text, and they look more like they were drawn on paper accidentally.

This is a bit strange. The cutting marks are so neat and can be said to be meticulous. This is not an easy task. Paper cutting looks very simple, but in fact it also requires fine movements, a good sense of stability, seriousness and There is a huge difference between not being serious.

Simply imagining is not enough. In order to find the feeling of paper-cutting, Mu Chun opened the drawer and took out a pair of scissors. He then went under the table and took out a piece of A4 paper. He tried to imitate the apricot-yellow paper and cut it. The paper was very soft. It is not easy to keep the edges straight and flat without bending.

He is a very serious person! Muchun sighed softly in his heart.

There is some conflict between paper and pen prints, a conflict between neatness and randomness. These random short lines suddenly become very dazzling.

Muchun tried to rehearse these pieces of paper, selecting a few with pencil marks and putting them together, but found nothing more. As a result, Mu Chun had to pay more and more attention to these pencil marks. He looked up and down, left and right, and finally knelt down on the ground, his eyes parallel to the piece of paper, and observed from the side.

Appeared!

Ruoyingruo appears with very shallow marks, which are words. As expected, there are words on this paper.

The word spirit game requires writing words on paper, but it does not say what pen to use, nor how deep it must be written. This person obviously thought of this.

"Teacher, are you still studying these pieces of paper?" Chu Sisi came over with a small bowl of lychees. Seeing Mu Chun kneeling on the ground studying the pieces of paper, she squatted down curiously, tucked her bangs behind her ears, and looked at Looking at the piece of paper from the side, I quickly noticed the mark on it.

It's very shallow. If it weren't for this method, it might be difficult to find it. If it's there or not, it's not coherent, but it's definitely words.

"Did you see it too?" Muchun returned to the chair and motioned for Chu Sisi to sit down as well.

"I saw it. There are words on it, but I can't say it was written on it." Chu Sisi replied.

"The word spirit game you said must have text, right? Are there any specific requirements for the text? For example, what kind of pen, what kind of ink, etc.?"

Chu Sisi nodded, "The power of words, as long as words are enough, the teacher won't really believe this."

"If it can bring me a patient, it doesn't hurt to believe me."

"teacher--"

"Okay, Dr. Chu is here to cut it and take a look. Take a piece of paper and cut it according to the cutting method of this game."

"Oh." Chu Sisi picked up the scissors and started cutting according to Mu Chun's wishes. The cut was finished in a short while.

Mu Chun took pieces of paper and put them together with his own. He also took pieces of apricot-colored paper and placed them side by side. After comparing the three groups, the apricot-colored paper was still the most delicately cut.

"Eh?" Chu Sisi was puzzled, "Did the teacher cut it?"

"Well, you see, your cutting is better than mine, but how does it compare to these pieces of paper floating in?"

Chu Sisi shook her head, "These pieces of paper are better cut. Even if I were more careful, I wouldn't be that good. And - how should I put it, who would cut these pieces of paper so carefully under normal circumstances?"

"Under normal circumstances -" Muchun repeated, rubbing his forehead, "Does a person who uses the Word Spirit Game cut paper under normal circumstances?"

Chu Sisi was stunned, "Ah, but teacher, this is just a coincidence. Does the teacher think so?"

"He's a man who's in trouble."

"When I encountered a difficulty that I couldn't solve, I put my hope in the word spirit game. It's possible. After all, there are many people who believe in this kind of thing, and--"

"Dr. Chu must have tried games like Pen Fairy when he was a child. How did he feel at that time?"

Chu Sisi bit her lip. It was already a very distant thing, at least it felt that way, but once she recalled it, it seemed as if it had just happened the day before. Several girls were gathered together, covered by dark clouds. A part of the moon and the cold wind swirled outside the window, and at any time, the breath from the undetectable other world would creep in. She didn't really believe in these games, and even a few girls didn't have complete trust and sustenance. , I just don’t remember whose proposal it is, no one can say no, the cold hands folded together, everyone’s hands are cold, surrounded by white paper and black pens, controlled breathing, everything is Strange, abnormal.

At that moment, the normal world was temporarily avoided.

Chu Sisi's eyes were dull, tightly held by memories, stuck in the stillness of the swamp.

"Sisi." Muchun snapped her fingers, and Chu Sisi just woke up. Only a few seconds passed, but it was like a big dream.

"What did the teacher just ask me?"

"You don't have to fully believe it to play such a game."

"Hmm, yes, I may not completely believe it." Chu Sisi nodded obediently. She was sure that not everyone believed it at that time.

"It may also be that he was in a hesitant mood. It is assumed that the person who wrote this piece of paper was cautious and hesitant. He was worried that the power of the word spirit was real and that what he wrote would come true, so he did not dare to write the words. The paper was cut, and he wanted to place such power, so the person changed the rules and used a piece from the back of that piece of paper. Even with such a shallow mark and the thickness of the paper, it might be the third piece from the back. Paper."

"But what is the purpose of doing this? Is it to achieve or not to achieve?"

"All of them."

Muchun's answer gave Chu Sisi a headache. She didn't want anything. "It's so complicated. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Why are these papers here with us?"

"good question!"

"Ah?" Chu Sisi tried to merge the scattered pieces of paper into a complete piece of paper, but in the end, three pieces were missing.

"How about we use a pencil to draw out the words and see?"

After a light pencil was applied, the words printed on the paper emerged. The neat words seemed to be typed out by a typewriter, neatly drawn stroke by stroke. The content of the words was:

"As long as you come, there will be a case for everything."

"Just...come, all...have...answers..."

"Just...write down...and...have...the answer."

"As long as you write it down, everything will have an answer." Chu Sisi wrote this line of words on a piece of white paper and handed it to Muchun.

"I wrote the same sentence eleven times in total, "As long as you write it down, everything will have an answer. "

Muchun frowned, "He is indeed someone who is in trouble."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence or something that's on your mind. Sometimes girls are like this. Even if they don't have a word or something, they will scribble."

"Indeed, maybe it's a girl."

"No, teacher, you don't think this is a patient asking for help, do you?"