The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Berena and I are very good friends. We have known each other since we were young, and we were admitted to Gotham University together.

She is a rich lady who lives in a wealthy area in the South District, and I, I am a native child in the East District. Fortunately, my parents love me more and support me to study, but usually, I have to be a flower girl Tong, let those rich wives buy flowers from me and earn some pocket money to subsidize their families.

When I went to sell flowers in the South District, I met Berenna. She is different from other rich ladies. She doesn't hate me, and she doesn't let me go away. She seems to be better than everyone else. Be more mature and know how hard it is for the poor, so she will buy all my flowers every time.

The two of us became very good friends, and it was she who encouraged me to study hard and go to university. Although my grades were not as good as hers, I was finally admitted to Gotham University and recently earned A lot of money was sent back to my family, and our family has moved out of the East District.

Berena really helped me a lot. She secretly subsidized me every time, gave me all kinds of new things, and then made excuses that she didn't like it. I know that...

I always felt that I just envied her, but I never envied her, but just a few days ago, I don't know why, I... I started to envy her, from the beautiful dress she wears to the gemstone ring on her hand... ...

When I heard that her fiancé, the guy named Thomas, was in prison for murder, I kept chuckling. I felt that her beautiful life was going to be ruined. I even started to feel extremely happy...

This kind of negative emotion engulfed me. Every night, I would cry bitterly. I would think, how could I be such a person, how could I be so dark, obviously it was not like this before...

Until a few days ago, this situation became more and more serious. I started to want to kill Berenna, and I couldn't even wait a second. I bought a knife, prepared a rope, and even thought about the location... ...

But at this time, I began to feel that something was wrong. I felt that I was definitely not this kind of person. Although Angel's face was weak, her eyes were shining, and the scholarly temperament in her body had gradually revealed. The right-hand man of the professor of physics department.

I started to think, deduced from the beginning, when Berenna and I met, our family conditions were even more different, and at that time, I was younger and my mind was more immature, if you want to say jealousy , then I should be jealous of her.

However, since I went to college, my mentor has been very kind to me. He usually subsidizes me and allows me to participate in some gang-invested industries. I can earn extra money, and my financial situation has started to improve. , and even have a small amount of money on hand, which I can control myself.

Those Berenna once owned, I am also owning. It's not that I can't afford a dress, nor can I afford a gemstone ring, but I really don't like those things.

And, as I acquired more and more knowledge, I began to learn to think calmly and analyze carefully. I will not be like those rich ladies in the rich district, because who wears new skirts and wears new clothes? Gemstone ring, I feel jealous, a new research result is more worthy of attention for me.

After I realized it was wrong, I started to fight against this emotion, but it was much stronger than I imagined. I didn't have the relevant knowledge, and I couldn't escape this vortex. I really tried my best... Angel's hand Clutching the bed sheet tightly, tears flowed down her face, looking very desperate.

Maybe, I really have a kind of madness, a kind of madness that won't get better...

So, you self-harm and you want them to put you in a mental hospital? Gordon asked.

Angel shook his head and said, No, that day, I already took a knife and other things, and wanted to kill Berenna, I couldn't control myself at all...

However, my teacher came to me and said that he had a teaching aid that he needed very urgently. He asked me to go to the storage room of teaching aids and bring it for him. I tried hard to overcome that impulse, but it still lingered in my mind. in the mind.

So, I took that knife and went to the teaching aid room, and I thought, when I'm done with this, I'm going to kill people...

However, after arriving in the teaching aid room, looking at the things I used and the equipment that taught me knowledge, I regained a part of my sanity. I thought, I must not ruin Berenna's life, I can't ruin my own life, there has never been any destiny in this world...

Angel gritted his teeth and said, So, I started to fight with it. It was a powerful giant beast. I had to kill it to protect the two of us...

I saw it, I'm sure I did! It was a fiendish beast, a murderer... a horrible monster, black...

Schiller knocked hard on the guardrail of the bed, and the crisp sound interrupted Angel's hallucinations. She was lying on the bed, panting heavily, her neck was covered with blue veins and sweat, she stared at the ceiling, looking very stupid. stiff.

Be sober, they don't exist, they are your hallucinations. Schiller continued to knock on the railing of the bed.

I wrestled with it for a long time, I gave it a few punches, it also gave me a few punches, it wanted to strangle me from behind my neck, cover my mouth, I broke free, I cut it with a knife Its body, but it quickly recovered...

Finally, I realized that I might not be able to defeat it. Quietly said in a desperate tone: It got into my body, trying to control me to kill Berenna, I only have the last one left A way to stop it...

If it wants to live with me, then I will kill myself, so it will die too, at least Berenna is safe...

After saying this, Angel seemed to have lost all her strength, and her voice became lower and lower until she closed her eyes, lay on the bed, her breathing gradually became longer, and she slowly fell asleep.

So, she's really out of her mind? Gordon asked, looking at Angel's face.

From the symptoms she said, it is true that mental problems caused all of this. However, there is a loophole in it, and that is his incorrect jealousy towards Berenna.

Generally speaking, the emotions that lead to mental problems in patients are inward, such as excessive self-focus, low self-esteem, sadness, feeling that you are insignificant, not accepted by society, etc...

However, emotions such as anger, jealousy, and hatred rarely cause such serious mental problems. Once explosive emotions erupt, they will not easily accumulate in the heart and cause so many problems.

It's like listening to the confessions of many patients. Most of them are describing themselves, telling their own sadness and helplessness. Few people accuse others full of resentment. They don't have such full emotions. They No longer able to generate such explosive emotions.

That's the so-called, don't even have the strength to hate? Gordon asked.

That's right, they can't express a variety of emotions like normal people. Emotional disorders are also a manifestation of mental problems. If their emotions are the same as ordinary people, then they will not be so seriously ill.

Among all the explosive emotions, the mental problems caused by jealousy should not be so serious. At most, it may trigger anxiety disorders, but it will not be the main reason.

What do you think is going on? Gordon asked.

There may be many reasons for this abnormality, but most of the cases are caused by external stimuli. I suspect that someone guided and amplified this emotion.

Is there a way? Gordon asked.

Of course. It can be done for normal psychiatrists, but it is a little troublesome, but for the top people in this industry, it can be called a piece of cake.

Gordon's eyes on Schiller gradually changed, but Schiller didn't care. He just stared at Angel's face, as if thinking about something, but at this moment, Angel suddenly sat up from the bed.

Berena! I'm going to kill you!!! Berena...

She started yelling crazily, struggling to sit up from the bed, her face pale, teeth and claws bared, like a demon crawling up from hell.

Gordon hurriedly held her down, but the power possessed by a mental patient who enters a hyperactive state and releases muscle restrictions is unimaginable to ordinary people. Gordon could hardly hold down the thin Angel, until Schiller took out his umbrella, He waved the umbrella and hit Angel on the head with a bang, causing her to lie down again.

Schiller stood up, looked at Gordon and said, Sheriff Gordon, please go back to the police station first, leave it to me here, and I will thoroughly investigate her mental problems.

After Gordon left, Schiller's face darkened. If he was only a little angry about the previous murder, because it broke his daily routine, and the other party cut off the electricity at Gotham University because he wanted to kill someone, As a result, the light bulbs in his office were not on, which affected Schiller's work.

But now, he is really angry. Of course, it's not because he thinks it's wrong to control other people's minds. Schiller is not a superhero. He doesn't have this sense of justice. He only sees this ability as a tool.

But the other side is holding the same tool, invading into his domain, even undisguised and ostentatious, this is a kind of provocation.

People have always been more hostile to those who resemble them, and the same is true in the realm of sociopathic lunatics.

Schiller leaned back on the chair and took out a bottle of wine. He didn't open the cork, but the aroma of the wine was enough to make everyone present fall asleep.

As soon as he entered his thinking hall, Seat Schiller heard a chaotic voice from downstairs. He saw Schiller in a white coat rushing up and said to him: Hurry up! Hurry up! Click down to stop that green-haired madman, he's gone mad again!

Schiller raised his eyebrows and walked down with an umbrella. Sure enough, he saw a green-haired figure stomping his feet vigorously in the corridor, muttering to himself: Here we go...again... …another…”

Schiller frowned, and at this moment, he felt a knock on the door of his thinking hall. Schiller went downstairs, and after opening the door, Jack the Clown stood outside.

With a gloomy face, he strode into Schiller's thinking hall, then turned around and shouted loudly:

Here comes another clown! Where did he come from?! He even dared to run in front of Batman! Oh, he's a damn heartbroken man, how sad he must make me before he is willing to give up?!

One after another! How many does he want to be satisfied?? I'm going to kill him...chop him to pieces...No! No! I'm talking about that goddamn clown, not Batman, how could I think What about killing Batman?

However, Schiller didn't watch his performance. He turned and walked out of the gate of the thinking hall. After a while, Schiller the Clown also came down, and he and Jack looked at the gate side by side.

This huge door, which is always only open a crack, was completely opened at this time, and a huge bow came in. Schiller stood on the bow and said:

The actual battle is about to begin, everyone is in place!

The two clowns opened their mouths wide, and before they could make a sound, they were overwhelmed by the endless waves of Schiller.

With the sound of the low-pitched horn, the big ship sailing in the space of consciousness set sail.

Ten minutes later, in the kingdom of dreams, the trumpets sounded suddenly.

boom!!!!!!

The elves floating in the clouds looked in shock at a bed that appeared in front of them, and above the bed, Morpheus, the god of dreams, who was still sleeping, clutching the quilt, and staring wide-eyed.

Bad news: it's stitched again

Good news: it's fully sewn again