My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Chicago, the Windy City.

As soon as she got home, she received a message from Blake, and she arrived safely.

After the two of them finished talking on the phone, Ethan did not stay at home anymore. When he saw that the time was almost up, he hurried out again.

Back in Texas, I made an appointment with a well-known psychiatrist clinic online.

In fact, there was something he didn't tell Blake.

After that night at the slaughterhouse, the death of those people appeared in his mind from time to time. This was something that had never happened before.

Mental illness is also a disease.

Although he resisted, he still chose to have a professional take a look.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I arrived outside an office building.

"Ding."

The elevator door opened and the staff at the reception desk opposite stood up.

"Hello."

Ethan showed up his phone screen and clicked twice:

"Ethan Morgan, I have an appointment."

"Okay." The staff member nodded and quickly reached out to the side: "Mr. Morgan, please come this way."

Very good attitude, full of smiles.

However, the working attitude in this industry cannot be bad. Even though I am only responsible for reception, I believe the income is definitely not low.

Psychiatrists are a high-income group here.

They usually charge based on time, and the one I found was even more expensive, charging $500 an hour.

The police station offered it for free, but he wasn't interested.

It's okay to charge more, as long as you can figure out what's going on, it's all a small change.

"doctor."

The staff knocked on the door and pushed the door open.

Ethan put his hands in his pockets and walked in calmly, looking around.

The decoration style of the room is relatively simple, with a desk inside and a reception area next to it. The color matching is also very sophisticated.

He didn't understand either, but he felt inexplicably relaxed.

"Mr. Morgan, welcome."

A middle-aged mature woman in a professional skirt came out from behind the desk and stretched out her arm: "Good evening, I'm Dr. Linna. What would you like to drink?"

"Hello."

Ethan shook hands with her: "Coffee, thank you!"

"You're welcome." She walked to the coffee machine next to her: "You can just find a place to sit!"

It is said that it is a doctor, but actually a psychotherapist is more accurate.

I just follow the custom here and ask the doctor to be more respectful and sound more polite.

After all, in this country, the title doctor inherently means many things, including high income, intellectual status, and good social status.

Looking around, he habitually sat down in a corner against the wall.

The single sofa is very soft and wraps the entire body.

"Your coffee."

The mature doctor put down the cup and carefully observed the handsome man opposite: "Mr. Morgan, can you introduce yourself?"

"Can't."

Ethan picked up the coffee, blew it in and drank it. The temperature was just right.

His answer made the doctor's expression stunned.

Some of the guests I have received are so taciturn that they cannot say a word for a long time.

There are those who talk incessantly and talk more than themselves.

But things like this are still rare.

But she quickly reacted and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Ethan waving his hand.

"I'll just tell you the truth." Ethan put down the cup and said in a deep voice:

"I've killed a lot of people before, but it's never been a problem."

"But after killing someone a few days ago, I started to feel unwell."

"I had an auditory hallucination once, and the images from that time flashed through my mind from time to time. I don't know what happened to me. Please help me analyze it."

"I wonder what your occupation is, Mr. Morgan?"

The psychiatrist crossed her legs. Although she was a little stiff, she still maintained a decent smile: "I can't make a judgment without knowing you."

"Don't worry, unless the content of our chat involves an impending crime."

"Your information is with me and will not be leaked to anyone."

While she was talking, she was holding a small notebook in her hand, writing and drawing from time to time, similar to how she usually took notes.

"do not worry."

Ethan smiled and waved his hand: "I am a policeman, not a criminal."

"You don't need to understand me, just analyze it according to the normal situation."

"Okay." The doctor was very cooperative. She put down the small book, looked at Ethan, and said softly: "When you killed someone, did you feel guilty?"

"Actually, it is a life after all. It is normal to be in a situation like yours."

"We have also studied many cases, and this problem is very common in violent departments such as the military and police."

"No."

Ethan looked around, shook his head and said:

"You're not listening to me. I've never had this problem before."

"The people I killed were basically all people who deserved to die."

"So, there is no such thing as psychological trauma as you mentioned."

"Mr. Morgan" the female doctor gently moved her fingers on her knees: "Excuse me, how long has it been since you let yourself relax?"

Ethan shrugged: "I just finished my vacation."

"I'm not asking about a vacation." The female doctor looked at him seriously: "It's about relaxation. Taking a vacation doesn't mean you are relaxed."

"The police is a job that requires a high degree of concentration."

"The risk is extremely high."

"In my opinion, you may feel like you're relaxed, but mentally, you're in a state of tension all the time."

"As soon as you enter, you look around at the environment in my office."

She grabbed the small notebook and continued: "I don't know if it's your professional habit, but you are indeed subconsciously observing places that may be a threat to you."

"And the location you choose is also particular, right?"

"Back against the wall, most places in the room are within your observation range."

“Anytime someone comes in, you can respond quickly.”

Ethan narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the sofa.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the female doctor continued to speak softly: "In this long-term tense state, there may be nothing wrong with the body, but mental problems will occur, including the things you just mentioned."

"Excuse me, Mr. Morgan, how long has it been since you relaxed?"

Ethan didn't want to answer this question.

The other party is right. I haven't tried that kind of long-term relaxation in a dangerous environment.

When I was in Banshee Town, I could often swim in the lake alone.

Here, it seems that things are always happening one after another, and there is no stopping at all.

"What suggestions do you have for this situation?" Ethan rolled his eyelids and looked at the psychiatrist.

“Do what you love in an environment where you feel safe.”

The doctor spread his hands and said with a smile: "A lot of times, things are just that simple. Try to live a happier life."

"understood."

Ethan nodded and took out his phone: "Just for fun, right?"

"That's right."

The doctor sighed and said: "It sounds simple, but it is very difficult. Many people in the world find it difficult to have even simple happiness."

She looked at Ethan who was pressing the phone and asked curiously:

"Mr. Morgan, what are you doing?"

"Listen to you and have fun."

Ethan followed suit and looked through his address book to find the event planner of the last moving party.

Home is safe enough.

Even a late-night party is fun enough.