Be a paranoid boss in Tianwen

Chapter 129 Those things about Nanxing (3)

Later the officer left again, Nan Xing only knew that he was on a mission.

Later, I met the man who was so perverted that he put maggots on her in the virtual world.

It was a pampered young master from a rich family. His name was very gentle, Fu Zhiyu.

Zhiyu Zhiyu, Fu Zhiyu's father was very honored to meet his mother in this life.

When Nan Xing met him, he was recommended by the professor.

She majored in personality psychology at university, and Fu Zhiyu had serious psychological problems.

When the professor recommended Nan Xing to go, he had been treating Fu Zhiyu for seven years.

But, no progress.

Fu Zhiyu's problem, in the field of psychological medicine, is an extreme case that interests psychologists.

The dark side of his heart is more dangerous than anyone else, but he is also like a firefly in the dark, with light all over his body, making it impossible for people to imagine that he is a terrible and dangerous mental patient.

Recommending Nanxing to go is just a helpless choice when there is no other way.

Besides, from the professor's point of view, Nan Xing is similar to Fu Zhiyu in some aspects.

Paranoid, sick, and dark.

The difference is that Nanxing knows the law and abides by it.

Another way of treatment may be a better choice for Fu Zhiyu.

On the day Nan Xing went to Fu's house, he happened to meet Fu Zhiyu escaping from the villa.

He was wearing a very thin white shirt with blood on it, sticking to his thin body. He fell off the fence and fell into the flowers outside the fence. His hair was messy, and his face was extremely feminine and delicate.

At a glance, Nan Xing suddenly thought it was a Fairyland elf who fell down.

Then, I was attracted by the blood on the boy's body and the white shirt.

White Red.

The two extreme colors seem to be incompatible with each other, but at that moment, they are stunning and suffocating.

Taking a step back, leaning against the big banyan tree behind her, Nan Xing squinted her eyes, licked the corner of her lower lip habitually, took out a cigarette case from her trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and lit it lazily:
"Fu Zhiyu?"

Standing among the flowers, the young man, who was as beautiful as an elf, frowned and looked at the girl in front of him.

The eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, and the mottled tree shadows fall on her body, making her look a bit unreal:
"You know me?"

"Professor Song asked me to treat you. My name is Nan Xing. Do you want it?"

Nan Xing shook one out of the cigarette case and asked him.

Looking at the cigarette, Fu Zhiyu frowned even tighter:

"Not at all like a psychologist."

"I didn't intend to be a psychologist, but who makes the salary of psychologists high."

After blowing out the smoke, Nan Xing was helpless.

The children in the orphanage need money, and the director also needs money for the elderly.

She can only choose a major with fast money.

"Then how are you going to treat me?"

Looking at the lazy girl, Fu Zhiyu suddenly became interested.

This therapist was very different from the previous ones, and he had a strong urge to paint on her face.

Fu Zhiyu is very dangerous, and has a strong desire to destroy all good things.

As small as flowers and plants, as large as the people around you.

Therefore, apart from being physically strong, the servants and security guards of the Fu family are extremely ugly, so ugly that Fu Zhiyu is planning every day how to escape from this "hell on earth" villa.

As soon as he finished his words, he walked out from the flowers, with the feet of the alder fruit stained with mud, he walked slowly in front of Nan Xing, and stopped in front of her.

As we got closer, I felt that the psychologist this time was more beautiful than the previous second, like the moon in the water, bright and hazy, making people want to reach out and smash all the brilliance.

In Nan Xing's eyes, the young man in front of him is like an elegant but broken painting.

It was exactly as she wanted.

"I didn't intend to treat it, but it was a task assigned by the professor, so I had to come."

She was afraid of trouble, and when she heard about Fu Zhiyu's condition, she refused.

However, Professor Song tempted her with money.

As long as she is willing to come, there will be 2 yuan.

I have no choice but to come.

He froze for a moment, obviously, Fu Zhiyu didn't expect her to answer so honestly.

Immediately, a very bright smile appeared:
"It's okay, then I will take you to my room?"

"casual."

With a cigarette in between, Nan Xing narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly.

The people in the villa were looking for the missing young master everywhere, and they couldn't believe it when they saw him come back on their own initiative.

And after seeing a very beautiful girl behind him, they all panicked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Fu Zhiyu was very satisfied with their reaction, the laughter was harmless to humans and animals:

"What are you doing so nervous? This is Professor Song's new psychologist."

But the more he behaved like this, the more frightened everyone became.

I went to a good-looking psychologist. After the treatment failed, I was frightened by him and lost my mind. I am still locked up in a mental hospital.

But before everyone could stop them, Fu Zhiyu led them to the upstairs room.

The curtains in the room are closed, and the sunlight can only penetrate a little.

Through the bleak sunlight, Nan Xing probably swept around.

The room furnishings are simple.

A bed.

a wooden chair
The wallpaper is red, and in dim light, it looks dark and depressing.

On the whole, it is empty and dull, and those who feel insecure can't stay for a minute will feel fear.

Sitting down on the chair, tilting her head, Nan Xing lit a cigarette again, the flames danced in her eyes, strange and coquettish, Fu Zhiyu wanted to destroy her even more.

Nan Xing seemed not to notice, and still looked at him lightly with a smile:

"I'll leave in an hour, your parents and professors, I'll take care of it."

"Thank you, do you want to rest for a while? My bed is very comfortable."

Fu Zhiyu invited with a smile.

The arc of Nan Xing's lips became more obvious:
"Thanks."

Get up and lie down on the bed.

When I looked up, I realized that the ceiling was an abstract human face. The eyes were made of fluorescent paint. Lying on the bed, I opened my eyes and looked at those abstract and distorted human eyes, as if being stared at by pairs of eyes:

If normal people see this scene suddenly, they will probably go crazy with fright.

But Nan Xing is not a normal person:

"The painting is very good, but unfortunately I can't appreciate it."

Nan Xing told the truth.

She is not good at drawing.

However, from a psychological point of view, Fu Zhiyu's psychological distortion was terrifying and serious.

No wonder the professor's treatment has made no progress for so many years.

After meeting Nan Xing, Fu Zhiyu frowned for the third time.

It didn't scare her!

Look again.

People have fallen asleep.

Fu Zhiyu's brows almost formed the word Sichuan.

Professor Song must have shown her his case.

So defenseless, isn't he afraid that he will really kill her and paint on her face and body?
Thinking to himself, Fu Zhiyu was very honest.

Open the drawer, take out the scalpel and medical gloves hidden in the interlayer, and slowly walk towards the sleeping person on the bed.

The bed was next to the window, and the bleak light fell on her, more like a bright moon in the water.

So lovely! !

But good-looking people and things are meant to be destroyed.

Only by destroying and destroying can that kind of beauty be sublimated to the extreme! !
Fu Zhiyu's exquisite face began to be excited, until it was twisted and morbid to hideous and terrifying.

With trembling fingers, they brushed lightly across that beautiful and outrageous face, and the scalpel reflected a icy light in the dark room.

destroy her! !

destroy her! ! !
There were only these six words in Fu Zhiyu's mind, holding the scalpel, his eyes were flickering with a blood-red light.

Slowly, the scalpel began to fall, and the tip of the knife was slanted against the white and fragile neck.

His hands were trembling, as long as he thought that the pure white snow would be dyed red by the bright red plums, he would become even more excited.

cut it open!
Dye it red!
Let the whole world be filled with the most beautiful red! !

Finally, the tip of the knife landed on the fair skin, and he could already hear the uncontrollable excitement of the scalpel in his hand.

　Every time I write about the role of an officer, I can’t help but substitute the officer in BD during military training
　　
　
(End of this chapter)