Chapter 3805

"It doesn't matter. Next time we can change one." she didn't want to get the answer. After asking, she said to herself, "one of so many stores will like it."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

After ranbai left, she went to a psychological clinic.

She runs the clinic herself, and seeing a doctor depends on her mood.

Naturally, this clinic is not for ordinary treatment of mental diseases.

Most patients come here through special channels.

The patient who came here today is very strange. In the hot weather, his whole body is wrapped tightly. He only shows a pair of eyes and can't see the light. His whole body is tight, as if someone would rush in and kill him in the next second.

Dyeing White was obviously used to it. She wore a white coat and glasses before she looked at the man.

"You are white." the man also stared at her. This sentence was not a question, but a statement to himself. His eyes were black and red. He was exhausted to the extreme, but he still insisted on his spirit.

The word "startled bird" is perfect to describe him.

The clinic is simple and cold. The curtains are pulled to block the light, and a light wind occasionally blows through the curtains.

Dye Bai only looked at the man. She didn't ask him about him or ask him to take off his mask. She has seen many patients with strange temperament, including herself.

"Have a cup of tea?"

The man paused and sat down. He took off his mask and showed a bearded face, which had obviously not been repaired for a long time.

"I'm too tired." he grabbed a handful of hair and scratched it in a mess. His temperament was gloomy and sharp. He whispered, "I want to sleep."

If anyone saw his as like as two peas, he would be shocked because he had the same face as a murderer announced in the recent news.

"OK." dyed white was not sick. He handed him a cup of tea first.

The man nervously took it over, looked around, hesitated or drank it.

Ranbai knows such a state too well. She doesn't ask any information or recent situation about men. She just talks aimlessly like chatting with friends, like tasting a cup of afternoon tea in her leisure time in the afternoon.

"Is it very hot today? I think I'm going to melt." she succeeded in calming the atmosphere with a half joking tone.

But that also made the man relax slowly. While drinking tea, he slowly replied, "yes, it's really hot."

"Maybe I need a sunshade, but I don't know where to buy it."

"Huaxing's shopping mall is good." the man subconsciously answered.

"Oh, that's a coincidence. I often go to this place, too. There are many things I like."

"Yes, the computer software there is highly functional."

Ranbai takes the action of listening. She is patient to the extreme and looks very interested. She occasionally puts forward new topics. Her speech is humorous and will not offend people. Even if she has never met before, it is easy to feel like meeting a confidant in this half-hour conversation.

Maybe even the man didn't realize it. He began to relax slowly. He leaned back on the chair and drank all the tea. Ranbai poured him another cup. He talked more and talked about a lot of things he was interested in. Ranbai's response made him feel that she understood him. This feeling was great.

There was no one else in the psychological clinic. It was so clean and big. The curtains covered half of the sun. The atmosphere was quiet and the voice of conversation was particularly harmonious.

In the air, there is a faint fragrance that can hardly be captured. It seems that it will dissipate at any time. It is difficult to notice, but it is wrapped around Breathing all the time.

Everything is reassuring.

The man is really too tired. When he is relaxed, sleepiness comes faster than he imagined, and his eyelids begin to become heavy slowly, but he is unaware and unprepared. He enters sleep with a smile, and his breath gradually becomes long.

If it's normal,

That's enough.

But her goal is only half the success.

The truth will tell him,

It's really dangerous to fall asleep in front of a psychologist.

Ran Bai quietly looked at the sleeping man. For a long time, she manipulated the remote control to open the basement of the clinic, dragged the sleeping people to the operating table and pulled them all the way in. Her movements were too easy and too skilled, as if she had done them thousands of times.

The basement fell into complete darkness. Dyed white turned on the light and adjusted the light very dark.

instant.

The dim light reflected the whole basement, and the sight was shocking!

I saw four walls covered with photos, all kinds, strange, from different people in the world! There are victims, perpetrators, and every patient she has treated. The walls are densely pasted and airtight. Each photo records different states, waking, sleeping, excited or crazy, and even... Dead.

Different faces and completely different expressions came into view, the lights were flickering, an empty darkness made people's scalp numb, and a chill rose from the bone marrow.

Different cold murder weapons are also placed on the four platforms. In the middle is a large screen to more clearly project people's expression at that moment.

This belongs to.

Her world.

Dye Bai pushed the operating table to the middle. The man lying on it never woke up from beginning to end. He didn't even make a subtle movement or change. He seemed to be immersed in some beautiful dream and didn't know where he was.

The psychologist stood on his side, her white coat was warm and abstinent, but in such an environment, even if her temperament looked easygoing, it would make people feel strange. Her pupils were deep, tinged with crimson excitement, and disappeared in a flash.

She first took out the camera from the basement, adjusted the focus, and began to take a picture of the man lying on the operating table. Then she put the camera aside.

Take out a pocket watch from your pocket, cold color, hanging a slender golden chain, against the pair of golden glasses you wear, and the brown eyes under the lens are slightly narrowed, taking a panoramic view of the man's expression.

She hooked the chain of her pocket watch with her fingertips, making the silver pocket watch hang down and shake slightly. Every time she shook it, it would make an air cooling sound, echoing in the basement for a long time.

The man who had been in a coma with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and focused gradually, staring directly at the pocket watch in mid air.

The pocket watch was shaking slightly, and dye Bai was smiling. Her voice was low, as if she was luring the soul. With the sound of the pocket watch shaking, she was in the open and scary basement: "that day was a very ordinary day, the sun was just right, and the wind was blowing on your face."