Midnight Bookstore

Should he drink this soup?

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, and then he put the bowl down and looked at w.a.n.g Ke and his wife.

w.a.n.g Ke's wife took a chair and sat down, and then she ma.s.saged the back of her feet and grumbled.

"Hubby, my heel hasn't recovered yet."

"Who told you to be so careless? You're lucky that Bonehead is fine."

w.a.n.g Ke carefully observed his wife's heels before he smiled and said,

"You should go back to your room and rest first. Don't go out too much these days. It's too tiring to walk on tiptoe, and you're wearing high heels."

"Alright, alright. I just want to make myself look better so that you can feel more comfortable at home."

The woman rolled her eyes at her husband and then smiled at Zhou Ze. "You guys chat. I'll go up first."

After the woman left, w.a.n.g Ke pointed at the bowl Zhou Ze had just put down and reminded her.

"The soup is getting cold."

Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and lit it. He did not care that he was in someone else's house and started smoking.

After a while, Zhou Ze asked,

"What do you mean?"

w.a.n.g Ke shook his head, and then he pointed at the pot of meat soup and said, "Did you think that the meat soup was cooked with human flesh?"

Zhou Ze did not say anything.

w.a.n.g Ke also took out a cigarette and lit it with the flame on the gas stove.

"This is a psychological cue. Everyone will experience this kind of psychological cue in their daily lives. For example, when you just left home, an auntie told her child to lock the door after she left, or the house would be stolen.

Then, you would subconsciously reflect on whether you had closed the door or not. Then, you would recall and struggle before running back to see if the door was closed.

This was relatively common and simple, but the more advanced ones could achieve this effect through repeated psychological cues.

For example, do you think that I actually cooked a pot of human meat soup in my own kitchen and didn't dare to drink it? "

w.a.n.g Ke shrugged.

"Is it very absurd? Yes, it is very absurd, but you believed it. This is the most ridiculous thing, but it is also the most normal thing."

Zhou Ze asked, "Is this also part of the treatment?"

w.a.n.g Ke shook his head and said, "No, this isn't an illness. Us psychologists rarely call psychological problems an illness. This is a knot in your heart.

Just like why you think I know how to cook human meat, this psychological cue has been going on for a long time. For example, my wife, who likes to do her hair outside but has not changed much when she comes back.

Why do you think I have the motive to kill her?

I was cheated on. She found a man outside and made me a cute cuckold. "

"Cute…"

"Okay, the word 'cute' can be ignored, but it is undeniable that this is the biggest hint that you think I'm cooking my wife's meat at home.

Because you think I already knew about it. In fact, I did know about it long ago. Then you took it for granted that I would be angry. Okay, I was indeed angry.

After that, you think I have the motive to kill her and eat her flesh, because I should use this method to vent my anger.

Of course, there were also some hints, such as my ident.i.ty. My biggest hobby was actually cooking a pot of meat soup that I could not finish alone at home. The reason was to satisfy the regret of not being able to eat meat at the orphanage.

This contrast made it difficult for you to admit it. Your brain naturally started to form a line of thought that you thought could be explained.

This is what we often say. The 'truth' that you believe in is like many netizens online. A simple incident can often be used by some people to create hype and ferment. This is also the reason.

Everyone has Shakespeare in their hearts, and there is a Holmes. "

w.a.n.g Ke picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, dipped it in the sauce, and then placed it into his mouth to chew with his eyes closed.

"Are you sure you don't want it? It's delicious. When we were young, I remember you often competed with me for meat."

"In the end, leave your drumsticks to me," Zhou Ze said.

"Haha! Who asked you to be younger than me? Who asked you to call me Big Brother?" w.a.n.g Ke waved his hand indifferently." Actually, I really liked to eat meat at that time, but I never had enough."

Now that he had the conditions, he could eat the meat with all his might. However, every time, he would pour all his energy into cooking a big pot. He would be

Physically, I'm not as healthy as I used to be. I'm not a young man anymore. Furthermore, ever since I started working, my living conditions have slowly improved.

"Now, I feel that my chicken drumstick was the most delicious when I watched you eat it in the orphanage."

w.a.n.g Ke picked up another piece of meat and placed it into his mouth. After he finished eating, he sighed.

Zhou Ze exhaled a puff of smoke and did not say anything. He leaned against the kitchen wall silently and looked at the white smoke billowing inside. He looked at the middle-aged man inside and sighed.

"Tell me about your problem. Actually, the problem lies with you. To be honest, you were the most comfortable when you were a doctor, right?

No matter what problems they encountered at work, no matter how they schemed and fought, no matter how they pushed and suppressed them,

When a patient is sent to you, it is always right to treat them.

It fits the nature of your work, the moral ethics of human society.

A doctor's parental heart could make you ignore the patient's ident.i.ty, the patient's personality, and what the patient had done in the past. Was he a good person or a bad person, a poor person or a rich person?

As long as he was sent to you, the only thing you had to do was to cure him.

But now, you have a problem with choices. In some choices, you need to consider more situations, and you need to figure out the scale yourself. This makes you uncomfortable, and it also makes you very troubled.

You want to be yourself, just like the characters in wuxia novels, carefree and unrestrained, but you have no choice but to be tied down by the current situation.

Actually, this was the norm for most people. Ah Ze, in the past, you were still too self-centered. You and I grew up in an orphanage. We both suffered from childhood misfortunes and suffered from the stress and low self-esteem when we were young.

In fact, both of us more or less had some psychological problems. This was the seed that had blossomed and bore fruit on you.

You said that your conscience was gone, but it was still there. You were instinctively rejecting it and hating it, but you could not cut it off.

"Therefore, your subconscious created this trap, and your conscience was eaten by you, so you could perfectly ignore it."

"How should we resolve this?" Zhou Ze asked.

"Unless there is a psychology master who is above you in terms of consciousness. He can break the shackles in your heart and make you unable to resist his hypnosis.

Otherwise, you can only rely on yourself to slowly wear it down. Perhaps you can wear it down, or it can wear you down. "

w.a.n.g Ke took another sip of the soup, and it was probably very fresh and delicious. A satisfied expression appeared on his face as he said, "Big Brother, I'm not skilled enough. Or perhaps, I have some methods to deal with the psychological problems of ordinary people, but you're not an ordinary person."

Zhou Ze nodded. "So, we can only let nature take its course?"

"You don't have to resist it, and you can accept it instead. It's even to the extent that you can take it as one person and treat it as another side of you." w.a.n.g Ke tried to provide a solution of his own." What I'm saying is a bit abstract. It's best if you can understand it, but it doesn't matter if you can't. It's fine to let nature take its course."

After putting down the utensils, w.a.n.g Ke and Zhou Ze walked into the living room. w.a.n.g Ke brewed another pot of tea.

The television was playing the local news of Tong City. Coincidentally, a familiar face appeared on the news. It was an honest face. He was crying and screaming.

However, most of the news had already been released, and this was the end.

When w.a.n.g Ke saw that Zhou Ze was watching the news, he explained, "Recently, this matter has been spreading like wildfire. His son is suffering from leukemia, and he's looking for his second daughter whom he gave away in the past. After he started the media, he finally found her.

"However, his second daughter and her adoptive parents refused to donate. He and his wife went to block the door and scolded their daughter for being heartless. Then they went to his second daughter's high school to put up a big article, blaming their second daughter for her crime and forcing her to donate."

"Oh."

Zhou Ze picked up his tea and took a sip.

w.a.n.g Ke sighed with emotion. "There are all sorts of strange things nowadays."

Zhou Ze glanced at w.a.n.g Ke and said, "Actually, there were some in the past as well. However, there wasn't such an advanced information network in the past."

"What do you mean?"

"No."

"Don't look down on Big Brother," said w.a.n.g Ke suddenly in a serious tone.

Zhou Ze shook his head.

"Everyone has their own difficulties. I don't want to, but I can understand."

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

"Don't mention it. I told you, I won't look for you anymore, but you can come to me whenever you need anything."

After w.a.n.g Ke sent him off, Zhou Ze walked out of his house and turned around to look at his balcony on the second floor. The little loli was not there.

Yes.

It was impossible for the lolita to be here. She must have already taken the Faceless Woman and the other ghosts to Chengdu.

He hailed a taxi and got in. The driver turned around. "Bro, where are you going?"

"Send me to the most unclean place."

Zhou Ze felt that he should take the initiative to find something to do and get some results.

"Yo, brother, are you a writer? Are you looking for inspiration?"

"Sort of."

"Sure, I do know a place."

The driver patted his chest and promised to help Zhou Ze find a good place. That place was very evil recently, and normal people would not dare to pa.s.s by there at night.

Then…

The driver sent Zhou Ze to the entrance of the "Late-night bookstore".

The d.a.m.ned crow appeared once more. "Caw caw caw" slowly flew through the air. It seemed to be very good at flying when it needed it the most.

The breeze blew the fallen leaves around Zhou Ze's feet, making a rustling sound.

Zhou Ze turned around to look at the taxi that had left.

He suddenly felt that he should talk to Xu Qinglang about moving.

w.a.n.g Ke pushed open the bedroom door and walked into the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed playing with her phone. When she saw her husband walk over, she changed into a graceful posture.

"He left?"

"Yes, let's go." w.a.n.g Ke smiled as he sat down by the bed, and then he stretched out his hand to touch his wife's face and said,

"You've lost weight. You're too skinny. It doesn't taste good anymore."

"d.a.m.n, all men are like this. You want your wife to have a good figure when she brings you out, and you want your wife to have some meat on the bed to make you comfortable."

"I'm too old, and I have too much meat to eat."

Then,

w.a.n.g Ke stretched out his finger and dug out some flesh from between his teeth.

"Don't lose weight."