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Yan Ge sat down and put her fingers on the table, her face calm and quiet. Opposite Li You is in the same posture as him, hands clasped and placed on the table, it seems to be a mirror image with him.

When Yange played the role of a doctor, he always spoke first: "Dr. Xu said, you have something to tell me."

"Well, my mental research has made progress recently. But they will not understand it." Li You has an extremely sharp face, especially eyes, dark and dark. When he said this, his tone mocked.

"Do you think I am willing to listen?"

"Of course." Li You smiled.

"Then I try to listen."

"Speech, time is still, people are flowing."

"Why do you say that?"

"There is no concept of time in the world. It was created by human beings. It is not difficult to understand that time does not exist, right?"

"Ok."

"As for people, as long as they are alive, they are constantly moving. They go to the subway station from home, go to the company from the subway, and go to the restaurant from the company. They are moving at any time. What will the photos taken together become? "

Yange fully understood his words: "The figure of this person runs through every place he has visited, like"

"This person is like a river." Li You held the corner of her lips. "He is a flowing river, and everyone is like this. They intersect each other."

"What auxiliary role does this have for your mental space theory?" Yan Ge asked.

"A person is mobile, and so is his spiritual world. Everyone's spirit can be seen as an independent space." His fingers were fair and he beat his knuckles regularly.

"When a person's spiritual strength is strong enough to put pressure on others, others will unconsciously accept the person's thoughts and be affected by his spirit. This situation is not uncommon in real life."

"Really." Words said calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"I analyze the influence of people's spiritual level from the perspective of quantum physics and space. It is the pressure of the strong person's spiritual force on the spiritual space of others. When the force is strong enough, it will cause the space to bend." Li You approached the chair comfortably Here, I looked at the words with a smile.

The expression "Oh" sounded uninteresting.

But Li You ’s story comes to the highest point, and of course will not give up the final curtain call: “The result proves my theory of spiritual space: one ’s spirit and thought can penetrate and invade into another ’s mind, strong enough Can even dominate and control him. That ’s why there is education, including religion, cults, everything. "

"It didn't surprise me." Yan Ge said normally, and seemed a little disappointed.

This response made Li You narrow his eyes: "I will prove it to you. Will the new guy named Wu Zhe still not speak? Let me talk to him and I can let him speak."

"In fact he has already spoken." Yan Zhi looked at him directly.

Li You also looked at him and distinguished something.

Speech: "Did you control him?"

"I haven't let off the wind for a month, how can I talk to him?" Li You smiled.

"What about your mental space theory just now?"

The smile on Li You's mouth widened: "You believe my theory."

"Of course I don't believe it." Yange pursed her lips and stood with her hands in her arms. "Just make sure you are not in contact with him. Bye."

Li You's face changed, and there was a brick in his chest. He looked at Yange's head calmly and didn't leave. He unexpectedly saw the glass door. A girl shrunk her neck and vomited in embarrassment. Tongue, right hand kept touching his forehead, making a gesture of sorry.

It is estimated that the expression in her face is not very good at the moment.

Yange walked to the door, took the key, and only heard Li You say: "She is your ex-girlfriend."

Words paused, the key entered the hole, and then listened to Li You said: "You want to approach her. But, this is really not like your character. Why do you have a grudge?"

"Speech, believe it or not, I can let her"

Zhen Yi at the door was a little upset and felt wrong.

Just now she walked back and forth by the door and did not leave. Yan Ge saw her when she stood up, her eyes cold. Zhen Yi is very clear, he is always very light, will not be happy or angry, he is also calm and irritated.

It will not be warm, but it will never be cold.

Therefore, the first time she saw the coolness in his eyes, she knew that she should not be here, it must violate the rules of the hospital, so she quickly apologized.

Wu Zhe is here, she still wants to come, but don't want to mess with him.

Strangely, the door was opened for a long time, but the key was inserted in the hole, but the movement stopped. For a few seconds, he didn't move.

He stood high in front of her, with two eyes separated by glass-fibre cables. His eyes were very deep, falling on her face, but he didn't seem to look at her.

Not far away, the man really looked handsome, and Zhen Yi couldn't hear anything. He looked arrogant and mastered everything, but he was like a modest son. For a moment, his black eyes and Zhen Yi stared at each other for a second, his lips slightly pursed, and he nodded gracefully and greeted her.

Zhen Yi was inexplicable, and the next second, her eyes were covered by the figure of speech.

He opened the door, came out, and closed it. The tone is like asking: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going in the wrong direction." Zhen Yi hurried back, as if afraid that he would come up and beat her.

His speech is indeed in a bad mood, but he has few mood swings, so he will not behave. As a result, Zhen Yi walked nervously for a while, and as soon as he saw his expression calm, he forgot what was just behind, and immediately jumped to the curiosity mode.

"Well." A faint syllable overflowed in his throat.

"It doesn't look like it."

"Don't make conclusions lightly, don't evaluate what you don't understand." He answered plainly, but it sounded like a guide. "What's more, many times, you think you understand, but you think you understand."

Philosophy neurologist is really

Zhen Yi is not disgusted, but humble and well-behaved: "Know, let's say, seeing is not necessarily true."

She has never been so obedient to look at her face: "Something to ask me for help?"

Zhen Yi: "Ah, yes."

He glanced at her with clear and deep eyes.

Zhen Yi immediately said: "Although the hospital hardware management is very strict, if a patient is very clever and conscious at a certain time, is it possible for him to sneak out and come back? Like a prison break on TV?"

She said that she felt very curious, but the words said, "I can't deny this possibility 100 times."

"Have you ever met a woman's personality in the spirit of a man?"

"Yes, very few. However, what do you want to say?"

"Will Wu Zhe's spirit split a Tang Shang's personality?"

"Say that." Yange walked through a door, pulled the edge of the door, waited for her to come over, and closed it firmly. "You think too much."

"what?"

"Personality split and schizophrenia are two completely different concepts. There are many personality split novels, but it is rare in clinical. The patient can live a normal life, and at first glance or short time can not see the same; while schizophrenia does not mean Personality refers to the patient's feelings and perceptions being severely damaged, life can not take care of themselves, crazy crazy, and often delusions. It is one of the "crazy" we often say. "

His voice was mellow and plain, Xu was worried that she could not understand, so the tone was extremely patient and slow, after finishing speaking, he added,

"For example, split personality is a person living in a body, and schizophrenia is a person living in a body that keeps dreaming and delusion."

Zhen Yi stared straight at him.

"Why?" He looked away uncomfortably.

She was seen countless times by her eyes, but he didn't get used to it calmly after all.

Zhen Yi's volume is lowered, which is not natural: "You seem to speak such a large paragraph to me at once, it seems to be the first time."

Words shut up.

Zhen Yi regained the topic: "The situation of Wu Zhe is not a split personality, nor a split spirit."

"PTSD."

"What do you mean?"

"Post-traumatic stress disorder."

Zhen Yi suspiciously, a look of disbelief: "Aren't you not yet identified him?"

"Identification is one thing, experience is another." He said lightly.

"..."

This kind of indifferent person pulls the bullish and coquettish people

"What are the symptoms of PTSD?"

"The clinical manifestation is to mechanically re-experience the symptoms and constantly recall the situation and feelings at the time of the incident."

"Oh, it sounds so sad." Zhen Yi's voice fell low, remembering the terrible dream that Wu Zhe said, repeated, dark, desperate, cold, damp.

"With the symptoms of avoidance, I don't want others to mention things, but I will selectively forget them when I am serious.

Wu Zhe does not remember that Tang Shang is dead.

"Highly alert, inattentive, and weak short-term memory."

Wu Zhe did not let other people approach, and when Zhen Yi approached, he chatted halfway, and he said goodbye as if she did not exist.

After listening to the analysis of the words, Zhen Yi sighed: He is very powerful.

They had reached the door of the building, and the speech still went out first, pulling the glass door and waiting for her to come out. Zhen Yi looked up and saw that the sunlight was just above him and the glass, shining, like in the world of diamonds, transparent and clean.

His elegant face was not inferior in the bright sun, his white face melted in the light, but his eyes were very clear, clear and clear, and there was a person who wanted to sink into the tranquility of sleep.

Zhen Yi couldn't breathe out in one breath, went down and walked out, waited for him to take a step back and closed the door slowly before exhaling the breath hanging from his chest, continued:

"The police must have asked, can Wu Zhe kill people now?"

The expression lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "I can only say that his condition is serious and he has no self-awareness. No matter what he does, he doesn't know what he is doing."

Zhen Yi looked at the cheerful neuropaths over the plastic net and was a little disappointed: "In other words, it might kill people."

"I prefer to use the word" self-defense "against him instead of killing." He was slender and tall, and his white gown was spotless and flew in the wind.

"Meaning that only when someone threatens him, will he fight back?" Zhen Yi came back to her spirit again, as if she unconsciously wanted to clarify the relationship between Wu Zhe and the case.

"But" Yan Ge's figure was a little bit short, saying, "The ordinary people's normal movements will also be understood as threats by him. This is why he is a major suspect in the police."

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