Chapter 78

Should I drink this soup?

Zhou Ze slightly frowned, and then put the bowl down, looking at Wang Ke, also looking at Wang Ke's wife.

Wang Ke's wife took a chair and sat down. Then she kneaded her heel and complained: "husband, my heel is not good."

"Who told you to be so careless? It's lucky that the bone is OK."

Wang Ke carefully observed his wife's heel, smiled and said:

"you'd better go back to the room and rest first. In these days, you don't have to run outside. It's really too hard to watch you walk on tiptoe all the time, and you also wear high-heeled shoes."

"Come on, isn't it for the sake of making yourself look better to make you feel more comfortable at home?"

The woman turned a white eye at her husband, then smiled at Zhou Ze, "you talk, I'll go up first."

When the woman left, Wang Ke pointed to the bowl Zhou zegang had just put down, and reminded: "the soup will be cold."

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and lit it. He didn't worry about it. He smoked it at others' houses.

After a while, Zhou Zecai asked:

"what do you mean?"

"Because of happiness." Wang Ke shook his head, then pointed to the pot of broth and said, "did you think that the pot of broth was boiling human flesh?"

Zhou Ze didn't speak.

Wang Ke also took out a cigarette and lit it with the fire on the gas stove, saying:

"this is the psychological hint. Everyone will encounter this kind of psychological hint more or less in daily life. For example, when you just left the house, suddenly an aunt said to her children that they should lock the door after they leave, or the house will be stolen.

You will subconsciously reflect on whether you have closed the door, and then constantly remember and tangle, and finally run back to see whether the door is closed.

This is more common and simple, a little more advanced, it is through the behavior and consciousness of psychological cues constantly side operation, so as to achieve this effect.

For example, you think I actually cooked a pot of human soup in my kitchen, but I dare not drink it. "

Wang Ke shrugs her shoulders,

"is it absurd? Yes, it's ridiculous, but you believe it. This is the most absurd and normal thing. "

"Is this part of the treatment?" he asked

Wang Ke shook his head. "No, it's not a disease. We psychologists seldom call psychological problems" disease ". This is your own knot.

Just like why do you think I can cook human flesh, this kind of psychological suggestion has lasted for a long time, such as my wife, who always likes to go out and do hair but doesn't change her hair when she comes back.

What do you think I'm motivated to kill her for?

I was green. She found a man outside and gave me a lovely green hat. "

"Lovely"

"Well, the adjective" lovely "can be ignored first, but it's undeniable that it's the biggest hint that you mistakenly think that I cook my wife's meat at home.

Because you think I've known this for a long time. In fact, I do know this for a long time. Then you take it for granted that I'll be angry. OK, I'm really angry.

After that, you think I have the motivation to kill her and eat her meat, because I should vent my anger in this way.

Of course, there are some auxiliary hints in this, such as my identity, the biggest interest and hobby is actually cooking a pot of meat soup at home that I can't eat all by myself. The reason is just to meet the defect that when I was a child in the orphanage, the conditions were not delicious and meat was not served.

This contrast makes it hard for you to admit that the brain naturally starts to form your own thinking, which you think can be explained.

That is to say, what you think of as the "truth" is just like many melon eaters on the Internet. A very simple event can often be used by some interested people for speculation and fermentation, which is also based on this reason.

There is Shakespeare in everyone's heart, and there is a Sherlock Holmes

Wang Ke picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, dipped it in a dish, then put it into his mouth and chewed it with his eyes closed.

"Don't you really eat? It's delicious. When I was a child in the orphanage, I remember that you often fought with me for meat."

"At the end of the day, you leave your drumsticks to me." Zhou Ze said.

"Ha ha, who told you to be smaller than me? Who told you to be my brother?" Wang Ke waved disapprovingly, "in fact, at that time, I also like to eat meat, but I always don't eat enough.

Now there are conditions, you can eat meat thirsty, but every time you are interested in boiling a big pot, you will not eat much.

I'm not as fit as I used to be. I'm not a young man either. Besides, my living conditions have gradually improved since I joined the work.

Now, I think it's the most delicious when I saw you eat my chicken leg in the orphanage as a child. "Wang Ke took another piece of meat and put it into his mouth. After eating it, he sighed.

Zhou Ze spits out a cigarette ring, saying nothing, but silently leans against the kitchen wall, watching the white smoke rolling inside, watching the vicissitudes and sighs of the middle-aged man inside.

"Tell me about your problem. In fact, it's your own problem. To be honest, it's the most comfortable when you were a doctor before?

No matter what problems are encountered in the work, no matter how intrigue, no matter how crowd out and suppress,

when a patient is sent to you, it is always right to treat and save people.

In line with the nature of your work and the ethics of human society.

A doctor's parents' heart can make you ignore the identity of the patient, ignore the character of the patient, ignore what the patient has done before, be good or bad, be poor or rich.

As long as he is sent to you, the only thing you have to do is to cure him.

But now, you are suffering from the difficulty of choice. In some choices, you need to consider more situations, and the scale needs to be handled by yourself, which makes you very uncomfortable and bothers you.

You want to be yourself, just like the characters in martial arts novels, and you have to be trapped by the present.

In fact, this is the normal situation for most people. Azer, you used to live a little too much. You and I grew up in an orphanage. We all suffered from childhood misfortune, as well as the lack of pressure and inferiority towards our family in our youth.

In fact, both of us, more or less, have some psychological problems. This is the seed. Now it's blossoming and bearing fruit on you.

You say your conscience is gone, but it is. You are rejecting it instinctively and hating it instinctively, but you can't give it up.

So your subconscious mind creates this situation, and when you eat your conscience, you can perfectly ignore it. "

"How to solve it?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Unless there is a master of psychology who can completely override you in consciousness, and break the shackles of your heart at one stroke, you can not resist its hypnosis.

Otherwise, you can only depend on yourself to kill slowly, maybe you kill it, or it kills you. "

Wang Ke took another sip of soup, which should be delicious. His face was full of satisfaction. "My brother and I are not good enough, or I have some ways to deal with ordinary people's psychological problems, but you are not ordinary people."

Zhou Ze nodded. "So, all this can only go with the flow?"

"Instead of resisting it, you can accept it, even treat it as one person, as the other side of you." Wang Ke tried to give his own solution, "I'm a little abstract, you can understand the best, can't understand it doesn't matter, let it be, it's OK."

Put down the chopsticks, Wang Ke and Zhou Ze went to the living room, Wang Ke made a pot of tea again.

TV is broadcasting the local news of Tongcheng. Coincidentally, there is a face that Zhou Ze is familiar with. It is a simple face. He is crying and he is roaring.

However, most of the previous news has been released, which is the end.

Wang Ke saw Zhou Ze reading the news and explained: "recently, his son got leukemia. He wanted to find his second daughter who had been sent out before. After launching the media, he finally found out.

But the second daughter and her adoptive parents refused to donate. He and his wife went to block people and scolded his daughter for not having a conscience at the door of the community. Then he went to the second daughter's high school to post a big character newspaper, scolded his second daughter's guilt and forced her second daughter to donate. "

"Oh."

Zhou Ze took a sip of tea.

"These days, there are all sorts of strange things." Wang Ke said with emotion.

Zhou Ze looked at Wang Ke and said, "in fact, there used to be, but there was no such developed information network before."

"What do you mean?"

"No."

"Don't look down on your brother." Wang Ke suddenly said seriously.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Everyone has their own difficulties, and my brother doesn't want to, but I can see it."

"I'm gone. Thank you for your diagnosis today."

"Don't mention it. I said I won't look for you in the future, but you can come to me whenever you have something."

In Wang Ke's farewell, Zhou Ze walked out of his house, looked back to his second floor balcony, and Xiao Luoli was not there.

Yes,

Xiao Luoli can't be here. She should have gone to Chengdu with a group of ghosts like the faceless girl.

I took a taxi and got on the bus. The driver turned around and said, "man, where are you going?"

"Where is the cleanest place to send me?"

Zhou Ze thinks that he should go out and find something to do and make some achievements.

"Oh, is brother a writer? Going out for inspiration? ""That's right."

"Yes, I do know a place."

The driver patted his chest to make sure that he could find a good place for Zhou Ze. The place has been so evil recently that most people dare not pass by at night.

Then,

the driver sent Zhou Ze to the door of "late night bookstore".

The damned crow reappeared and flew slowly through the air. It seemed to be very good at flying out when it was most needed.

The breeze blows the fallen leaves, and they spin under Zhou Ze's feet, making a "rustling" sound.

Zhou Ze looks back at the taxi that has been far away, and suddenly feels that he should talk to Xu Qinglang about the relocation.

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Pushing open the bedroom door, Wang Ke walked into the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed playing with her mobile phone. When she saw her husband coming, she changed her graceful posture

"Well, let's go." Wang Ke sat down at the bedside with a smile, reached out and touched his wife's cheek, saying:

"you are thin, too thin, not delicious."

"Death phase, you men are like this, and want to take his wife out when the body is good enough to support the face, and want his wife in bed a little meat to make you comfortable."

"Old age, too refined meat, fillings."

Said,

Wang Ke stretched out his finger and pulled some meat silk out of the teeth,

"don't lose weight."