Is the Evil God Me?

In the silent place, there is thunder.

This sentence may be unusually suitable for Lynn and Willie in the corner of the venue at this moment. The rolling wave of the times is called peace, and under the wave are countless disputes. When the pervert he locked in was standing there, the thrill of walking on a tightrope made Lynn's fingers numb, as if stroking a turbulent river.

He was smarter and calmer than he expected.

Ordinary prisoners, when faced with threats from law enforcement agencies, will show a tendency to flee or attack unless they have a strong psychological quality.

But this man is different.

After Willie realized that Lynn was the trump card in the game, his reaction was that his pupils were dilated, he would not retreat and meet Lynn head-on. His body language seemed to say: Come on, who is afraid of whom?

Lynn smirked, the desire for victory in his heart increased even more.

"You don't look scared at all."

To deal with perverts who couldn't test his benchmarks step by step, Lynn lowered the brim of his hat to slightly shield his sharp vision, yin and yang strangely said.

"I am a citizen of the kingdom who obeys the law, so why should I be afraid? Even you [Suppression Bureau] have to pay attention to the evidence." Willie, like Lynn, faced the lively venue. This man smiled strangely. The charm is like inadvertently grabbing your heart and making it beat faster.

It was an instinctive fear.

Humans are extremely frightened when faced with creatures that look very similar to themselves, but are slightly different in subtle ways, even if the subtleties are psychological.

"A law-abiding citizen of the kingdom, who spontaneously rescued the doctor who helped the lower class people, and did not refuse even the most filthy prostitutes. I was very moved." When Lynn mentioned prostitutes, he deliberately used the A relatively vague and vulgar term, it refers to not only prostitutes, but also dancers.

An artist will not allow outsiders to defile his works.

Sure enough, Willie's smile quickly flashed a trace of contempt and anger. This fleeting mixture of expressions made Lynn's professional smirk even brighter and brighter. The beautiful young Victoria always made people feel relaxed and happy when she was happy.

"Why are you angry?" Following the victory, Lynn felt that the stimulation was not enough.

Or that Lynn wanted to know more about this pervert.

"When a gentleman is stigmatized, he has the right to be angry and fight."

Willie glanced at Lynn, and when he saw Lynn's overly handsome face, a certain desire suddenly flowed slowly beneath his anger.

"No no no, your anger is not my rudeness, but something deeper... let me guess, failure? Um, no, guilt? Haha, a little bit. Bad morals, yes, that's it!" Already Gradually grasping this abnormal emotional baseline, Lynn tried several directions in succession.

It went smoother than expected, and it's intriguing that this pervert didn't turn around and leave on the spot.

"Do you think you can fully read someone's heart? Mr. Clerk?"

This time, instead of following Lynn's words, he started to ask rhetorically.

"Do you know my occupation? [Psychiatrist], when you stand in front of me, you are not actually facing me, but facing the me you imagined, and that me is the projection of your own heart. ." Willy's eyes flashed a bit of warmth, and his voice seemed to have magic power, which made Lynn subconsciously want to reveal something.

"You, what you said makes sense."

As soon as Lynn finished speaking, he suddenly broke free from the strange affinity.

In a few seconds, he actually agreed with Willy's words! This sense of threat from the dark made Lynn like a frightened hedgehog, showing aggression under a soft exterior, and the little gentleman stared at the psychiatrist vigilantly.

"You used your ability on me."

"Yes, but this is just the simplest quick hypnosis. If you don't agree with me, then you won't think what I said is correct."

Willie pulled a game back against Lynn.

He took two steps closer, his condescending posture as if he wanted to completely wrap the little gentleman in, Willie seemed to smell something else under Lynn's sunny and gentle exterior.

"The human heart is like a mirror. When you doubt someone, you will think about what to think and how to do if it were me. Mr. Clerk, I hope to be friends with you. You need guidance rather than suppression."

"..." Lynn fell silent for some reason.

"You are like a turbulent river, what makes you so noisy?" Willie, who smiled with satisfaction, seemed to be caring for a patient, his tone was very gentle.

"I... I hate those loud women, they should be quiet, like sculptures..." Lynn's breathing gradually became heavier, clenching his fists, he was shaking slightly, as if suppressing the demon in his body.

The devil was laughing happily, his bright red lips grinned, and mocking the oversighted reason for trying to block the torrent of lust, everything in this world cannot escape lust!

Lynn is no exception.

This transmigrator seems to have little desire, but in fact his desire is the biggest one.

"That's right, they should be quiet, like furniture, like sculptures, like portraits. They are the most beautiful. Have you ever thought about it and want to make it happen?" Wei Li's voice was like a demon groaning, making Lynn's heavy breathing more intense.

"..." The young man was silent, but a layer of water mist appeared in his eyes because of excitement.

"Mr. Clerk, you are very dangerous."

He raised his hand and put it lightly on Lynn's shoulder, with a tone like a shepherd was teaching a lost lamb to rescue him from his confusion. Impeccable tone, convincing words, spit out from his mouth, Willy can feel the tension of the boy under the palm of his hand to relax.

His words were extremely effective, and at the same time, the rotten heart of this handsome young man was playing a role.

They are the same kind.

"When we stand on the edge of the abyss of the soul and look at the scenery that is impossible for ordinary people to reach, we will find that we are so lonely. Lonely than a thorn bird, and the song no one knows. You need Treatment, Mr. Clerk, you're bringing your symptoms to work, it's a horrible and terrible thing."

"If you don't get treatment in time..."

"Trust me, the smarter you are, the more likely you are to destroy yourself!"

Lynn's original worries and nervousness suddenly dissipated, and the little gentleman returned to his previous confident and sunny appearance. Turning his head little by little, Willie's somewhat funny expression was reflected in Lynn's clear blue eyes, as if he was admiring a piece of art.

"The human heart is like a mirror. When you doubt someone, you will think about what you would think and do if you were me. Mr. Willie, when you look at me, what are you looking at?"

There seemed to be a silent move, and the chess player said lightly: General!