At half past one in the afternoon, Qu Sen arrived at the Intervention Center for Psychological Disorders on time. He parked his car in the parking lot in the courtyard. He called and was told to go directly to Room 509 on the fifth floor.
Although the Intervention Center for Mental Illness was an affiliated unit of the public security system, there were no procedures for visitors to register. Qu Sen went straight to the fifth floor after entering the building. He turned left and almost reached the end of the corridor before he saw the door number 509. He raised his hand and gently knocked twice on the door.
"Please come in." Gao Peng's voice sounded through the door.
Qu Sen pushed the door open and entered. The space inside was not big. Gao Peng? He was standing by the window, fiddling with a pot of succulents.
The room was decorated. It did not look like an office. It looked more like a living room in a normal family. Qu Sen had been to a psychological rehabilitation hospital before and knew that the psychological consultation room was probably designed to make people feel relaxed. Therefore, he did not find it strange.
"What kind of aloe vera are you raising?" Qu Sen deliberately teased him.
"Do you know? This is succulent." Gao Peng? She thought Qu Sen really did not understand, so she explained to him.
"Succulent? These aloe veras don't look like they are of the same species, "Qu Sen muttered as he moved closer to the pot to look at the well-taken care of small plants.
"…" Gao Peng? She wanted to explain, but when she turned around and saw Qu Sen's teasing expression, she instantly understood. She shook her head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said, "Sit!"
Qu Sen sat down. He spun around in the chair and praised, "This chair is quite comfortable. Where did you buy it?"
Gao Peng? She got a glass of water from the water dispenser and placed it in front of Qu Sen. She sat down opposite him and asked with amusement, "Are you nervous?"
"How can you tell?"
"You have been trying to make yourself relax since you entered the room."
"Amazing. I didn't even realize it myself." Qu Sen was telling the truth.
"Alright, let's not talk nonsense. Let's start." As he spoke, he took out a notebook from the drawer.
"Okay, whatever you say." Qu Sen also sat down obediently and cooperated.
"Height, weight, date of birth." He opened his notebook and picked up a pen, looking like he was doing a census.
"1.8 meters tall, about 65 kilograms, born on November 24, 1981."
"Oh, it's your birthday soon?"
"Yeah, are you treating me to a meal or giving me a gift?"
"That's my brother's business. I can make a living by then." After a digression, he asked, "How's your rest? Do you sleep a lot?"
"I dream occasionally, but I don't remember much of it."
"Did you wake up with a start or cry?"
"No."
"How's your physical condition? For example, if you've become fatter or thinner during your time in Huacheng. "
"When I first came here, I wasn't used to the climate and food here, so I lost some weight. Now, I've basically recovered."
"Do you miss home? When was the last time you called your parents? "
"It's alright. To be honest, I don't really miss home. My parents don't even need me to take the initiative to call home. They call me a few times a week. "
"What kind of person do you think you are? How's your social skills?"
"I'm quite easy-going. As for social skills … Aren't you clearer than me?"
"Mm, not bad. You're quite easy-going. Most of the time, you take care of other people's feelings very well." When he commented, he seriously recorded his own words in his notebook.
Qu Sen knew that "most of the time" was a trap, so he didn't ask at all. He sat there with a smile, as if he didn't hear anything.
"Logical thinking is clear, and your self-control is not bad." Seeing that Qu Sen didn't jump into the trap, he nodded and added another sentence.
"If you had to choose to become an animal in the African grasslands, what would you choose?"
"Africa … I don't know much about it." Qu Sen muttered. Tall? He didn't have any intention of changing to the Daxing 'anling or other places. He could only say, "Cheetah."
"Cheetah?" Tall? He raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought it would be a lion."
"Lions have many wives, so they have less status in the family." Qu Sen explained with a sincere expression.
Tall? He was speechless at Qu Sen's strange perspective, but after all, he was a professional and didn't pester him. He then asked, "What kind of weather do you think is the best for sleeping in? Or what kind of weather do you sleep best in?"
"Uh … The sky is clear and the sun is shining. It's a good weather for sleeping in. It's windy and rainy, with lightning and thunder. I basically can't sleep. If it's snowing heavily outside … It's inconvenient to go out. It's more suitable for sleeping. "
After Qu Sen said a bunch of things, he looked at Tall. "Have you seen heavy snow? The kind without (mo, fourth) calves. "
"I went to university in the north." He said with a seemingly calm attitude.
"Then when you first arrived in the north, did you have a nosebleed in winter?" Qu Sen became energetic and said with high spirits, "When I was a recruit, more than half of the students in the class were southern soldiers. After the heating came in winter, they couldn't stand it and often had nosebleeds, especially after they fell asleep at night. When they woke up in the morning, I went to …"
Tall? She really wanted to maintain her professionalism and put on a posture of listening carefully. She took advantage of Qu Sen's opening to guide him a little to pry out a few words of "truth."
But she soon found that when Qu Sen described the scene of soldiers with nosebleeds, he also paid attention to whether he had an uncomfortable expression. What did this mean? It meant that Qu Sen was talking nonsense and was deliberately interfering with her rhythm of inquiry.
When Qu Sen began to complain about the army canteen, and even a handful of dried chili was thrown into the stew of pickled vegetables, Tall? Finally couldn't help but knock on the table with a pen.
Qu Sen immediately stopped talking and looked at Tall in confusion. After the two of them looked at each other for about ten seconds, Qu Sen couldn't hold it in and laughed.
"I said, you did it on purpose, didn't you?" Tall? She lost her composure.
"You can't blame me for this. I've seen the questions you asked on the Internet, and the answers are always a bit off." Qu Sen defended himself and then asked tentatively, "Why don't you give me a piece of paper and let me draw?"
'Look tall?' She stared at him in annoyance and didn't say anything. She explained in a low voice, "I just think that it's quite interesting to analyze a person's psychological state through drawing."
'Tall?' She didn't answer at all and spent a lot of effort to calm herself down. She said helplessly, "It seems that ordinary consultation doesn't have much effect on you. Let's change it."
"Are you going to use the pocket watch to hypnotize me?" Qu Sen asked excitedly. It was obvious that he completely treated this consultation as an experiential game.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm not that good yet." She closed her eyes helplessly. When she opened her eyes, she got up and opened the velvet curtain on the right wall of the room.
Behind the velvet curtain was a small suite decorated in a solid wood style. There were many green plants, a deck chair, and a set of office tables and chairs in the room.
'Tall?' After she pressed the light switch, the warm lights lit up and the room seemed very warm.
"What kind of music do you like to listen to?" She walked to the CD shelf and asked.
"Bandari. I think it's more suitable for hypnosis. Hmm ~ Silent Forest or Liuli Lakeside are fine. "Qu Sen consciously lay down on the deck chair when he spoke.
"…" Tall? She was speechless again. She took out a Liuli Lakeside album from the CD shelf and put it into the CD player.
"Don't deliberately pretend that you're defeated by me. Your mental toughness shouldn't be so bad. Even if you deliberately cooperate with me, I won't let my guard down so easily. "Qu Sen comfortably nestled in the deck chair and murmured with his eyes closed.
"You're here for a consultation. Can you stop analyzing me?" She was really helpless this time.
"I'll try, I'll try." Qu Sen had a smile on his face.
Tall? Seeing that Qu Sen had his eyes closed and was planning to sleep, she smiled helplessly. She turned and walked to the chair to sit down. She picked up a book to read and completely ignored Qu Sen.
Qu Sen had been waiting for Tall? She said something along the lines of, "The sky is very blue and the water is very clear." Something to make him relax.
But after waiting for a long time, she didn't hear any movement. She opened her eyes a little and took a glance. She found that the other party was sitting there reading a book and didn't have any intention of opening her mouth. She thought to herself, "You want to compete in patience? Fine!"
Qu Sen didn't know if it had been twenty minutes or half an hour. He felt a little sleepy. He turned over and turned his back to Gao Peng. Facing Tall, he turned to face Tall and said in a daze, "If you want to listen to my sleep talk, remember to turn on the recording. I'll listen to it later."
After saying that, she really fell asleep.
After Qu Sen fell into a long and regular breathing pattern, Tall? She stood up with a smile and directly walked out of the suite. She gently pulled the velvet curtain and walked out of her office.
She wanted to consult her teacher on how to deal with Qu Sen, who had an unusually strong psychological sense of self-defense …
Qu Sen was woken up by the sound of an alarm that was barely pleasant to the ear. After waking up, he didn't open his eyes immediately. After carefully listening to the movements in the room, he turned over and opened his eyes a little to observe the surroundings. Was it Tall? Since it wasn't in the room, he got up quietly.
He looked at his watch and confirmed that he had slept for two hours. He stretched and walked to the side of the velvet curtain. He lifted it a little and took a look outside. Tall? The voice of Tall rang out, "Come out if you're awake. What are you waiting for?"
"I'm looking for the toilet." Qu Sen lifted the curtain and came out with a "silly" smile.
"Go out, turn right and look left." Tall? He was writing something in his notebook. He didn't even raise his head when he said that.
While Qu Sen went out to pee, he carefully tried to remember if he had any strange dreams or heard any strange questions in the past two hours.
However, even though he tried very hard, he couldn't remember anything.
Back to Tall? Office. After Qu Sen sat down, he asked seriously, "Doctor Gao, how is my condition? Is there any need to save me?"
"Let's observe further. We'll find time to come back next week." Tall? He stopped writing and answered seriously with a very professional smile on his face.
"Again?"
Tall? After flipping through the calendar on the table, he said, "Yes, if there's nothing else, how about next Wednesday?"
"We'll talk about it then." Qu Sen gave a vague answer and pointed at the door. "Can I go now?"
"Go ahead. I wanted to ask you to treat me to dinner tonight, but my mom told me to deliver dinner to my brother."
"Then I'm leaving. Bye." Qu Sen stood up and left without another word.
Tall? Looking at Qu Sen's back, the professional smile on Gao Peng's face gradually turned into a smug smile. Listening to the footsteps in the corridor disappear, Gao Peng picked up the pen and continued to complete Qu Sen's consultation file in the case book.
Qu Sen purposely acted like he was running away. When he reached the stairs, his speed returned to normal. He walked down the stairs and drove the Santana back to the group. When he saw Professor Wu's reply in his email, he gathered the group and made further edits according to Professor Wu's suggestion.
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