Dear Freud

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At 6:30 in the morning, the words woke up.

In a moment of sobriety, inexplicably recalled that she was lying under him, arms clasped his neck firmly, his body was stiff, arched like a small shrimp, his small hand was firmly caught in his hair, teeth bit On his neck.

Her ears seemed to haunt her long, soft sigh, when she was soft again like water; her long hair spread out on the pillow like a seaweed.

Before he woke up, his heart thumped, and there was no more peace.

The world is very quiet, outside the light blue fabric curtains, the sky is dim;

There was silence in the bedroom.

A window was opened, and the gauze curtain flipped gently. The breeze in the autumn morning is clear and pure, and there is a hint of sweetness and sweetness flowing in the air.

Um ... all of her taste.

At this moment, her arms and legs were all pressed against him. She even spreads her teeth and claws while sleeping, arms around him with the hands and feet, like a koala holding a branch and sleeping soundly.

Turning her head, she fell asleep peacefully, her cheeks were white, her eyelashes were black, and they hung down densely, like a small comb.

His heart couldn't help but move, thinking this way, he leaned over and kissed her eyes.

Slightly startled in her dream, she flinched, loosened his restraint, rolled over and rolled to the other side. The quilt was all entangled by her. Let him be exposed.

"..."

He got up and got out of bed, gargle quietly, take a shower, and make breakfast.

It was half past seven, and the bedroom was still quiet, but the sunlight was already over the living room. bright and clean.

He returned to the bed, gently touching her forehead and her cheek: "Zhen Yi?"

"Well?"

She was startled again, muttering with her eyes closed. I'm really tired recently.

"Shall we sleep after breakfast?" He asked softly.

"Um ..." He didn't speak clearly, as if he had agreed, but the person didn't move. The head was on the pillow, breathing out.

"And, you said you want to see Grandpa."

"Well……"

One room is quiet.

He sat by the bed and quietly watched her sleep with arms around the quilt, without impatience. Instead, his heart was calm and peaceful, so he looked at it peacefully.

After a while, she seemed to feel his gaze in her sleep. She opened her eyes ignorantly, and her dark eyes looked at him, wet and clear.

After a long while, he closed it again, this time, she stretched out his arms towards him.

He leaned over, took her out of the bed, wrapped it in a large towel, hugged it horizontally, and went out to the table before putting her down firmly.

She slept on the table softly and slept; he filled her with vegetable porridge, served with soy milk eggs and grapes, and brought it to her.

She smelled the scent of rice porridge, sniffed her nose, and woke up. Before the eyes opened, under the table, the feet were lifted first, and he was put on the opposite leg, and he drove into his legs with ease, and his toes scratched and rubbed.

The hand peeling the egg was stopped, and she looked up at her, slightly incredible. Before anyone was clearly awake, he started playing hooligans. As if there is stress.

She couldn't open her eyes halfway, lazily eating porridge. After eating for a while, I gradually woke up, and I do n’t know why. When I ate breakfast quietly with him, I suddenly felt a little emotional and said:

"My brother Bian Qian and Si Gui are together, and they both live together."

The words were casually "um".

Zhen Yi was clearly dissatisfied with his reply: "The cohabitation I said is, cough, sleeping together every night, that one."

Yan Ge felt the dissatisfaction in her tone, and her fingers paused a little, thinking, Bian Qian and Si Gui were together, what's wrong with her? Is it ...

Although the man around Zhen Yi is the most uncomfortable for him, Yin Duo's blatant pursuit; but Bian Qian, he also has a subtle resistance to this person.

He did n’t know why, maybe it was because Zhen Yi always called “Bian Qiange” and “Bian Qiange” because he had left for 8 years, and during these 8 years, another man shielded her from the wind and rain and helped her Grow up and grow up with her.

Although it is not because of the feelings of men and women, the words and expressions are also a little bit of care.

He silently despised himself and felt that he was really crazy.

"Look at us, and have known each other for so long, but it's still not the last step." Zhen Yi sighed and complained.

Speech: "..."

Is she dissatisfied with this matter ...

He didn't know how to answer, but he felt a little relaxed.

He is accustomed to her heavy taste and straight, but he often does not know how to respond.

Zhen Yi didn't ask, grabbing the ice cubes under the grape tray and stuffing it into her mouth.

The expression frowned slightly: "Don't eat ice in the morning."

On the way to the nursing home, Zhen Yi took off his shoes lazily, ran over to rub his ankle, and then drilled into his pants to rub his calf. Considering that he was driving, he just attached very lightly.

The words did not stop, he knew that she liked the intimacy between the skin.

She likes it and he will follow.

Zhen Yi leaned sideways in her chair and looked at him with peace of mind; just like this, she felt very happy.

I gradually thought of Zheng Ying ’s case last night. After all, I could n’t resist curiosity. I could n’t help asking: “Why did you say that Zheng Ying committed suicide yesterday? She looks like suicide?

Yan held the steering wheel and stared at the road ahead, saying a word: "Sexual asphyxia."

"Sexual asphyxia?"

Zhen Yi is no stranger to this term, and she explored it curiously when she was in college.

Listening to her professional explanation, she raised her eyes and glanced at her from the rearview mirror: "You are very clear."

Zhen Yi was stunned and smiled immediately, without embarrassment: "At university, my roommate studied this topic."

"..." Yan Ge did not stop at this point, saying, "Well, when the human brain is in a state of hypoxia, the ** officer will be particularly sensitive." After a pause, "Remember me and you Said, the man hanging up? "

"I said last night, how can I forget so soon?" She complained slightly, toes gently rubbing the skin of his calf.

He paused, feeling a little itchy.

"In the 17th century, some people in the West used this method to treat men's impotence; as for now, many couples in the West will do this. If improper control causes death on the way, the court will judge an accident."

Zhen Yi looked at him with his eyes open, obviously very interested: "I remember the common utensils in sexual asphyxia are vibrators, fake XX, collars, ropes, and mirrors."

Quote: "The mirror is to make people see their behavior more clearly, which will greatly enhance psychological stimulation and physical sensitivity."

Zhen Yi's eyes began to starlight: "Yan Ge, I really like the washstand in your house, which is the one in the courtyard where you live in Jiuzhuang Yanzhuang."

"..."

He didn't understand how her mind jumped so far.

Fortunately, she did n’t cling to this topic. She secretly laughed for a while, and then quickly returned to the topic: "Uh, yes, you just said that Zheng Ying used fake appliances **, but did not control the fire, really Suffocated and died? "

"Neither." He calmed down and replied slowly, "If it's just **, why dress so gorgeous?"

"Yes, her dress is too elaborate, which is very different from the previous ones."

She unconsciously lifted her feet up, resting quietly on his thigh, and asked: "You said that there were murderers in Zheng Ying's case. If she committed suicide, how could there be murderers?"

"She was hypnotized."

"Hypnotism again?" Zhen Yi's eyes widened. "Can you see this?"

"Even if it is suicide, the expression of the strangled person will be extremely unbearable, but Zheng Ying's expression is very calm and peaceful."

Zhen Yi thought of the strange smile on Zheng Yingnong's makeup, and she was inexplicably shaking ...

"And that symbol."

"Symbol of the double ring snake?"

"Well." He frowned lightly. "That's the MSP logo." Yan Yan also said that they also have a single-ring snake logo, and it stands to reason that no one dared to take the logo casually.

"MSP?" She had difficulty understanding.

"Li You. Are you curious about him?" His voice was cool, "He is not a cult, he serves MSP: Mind, spirit, psychology, an institution that studies the human spirit. Before, I only knew about this institution. Exists, I do n’t know its specific name. Now I just know that it is a dark organization, and there are more branches below it. "

"What does MSP do?"

"Although its financial resources and manpower are a mystery, it has been doing spiritual experiments on people, and some experiments even span the life of the person, and the testee has no knowledge. The personnel within the association are divided into two groups, one group uses the real The tragedy affects people's spirit, while the other schools use drugs. "

Zhen Yi's curiosity burst: "Why did they do this?"

"They think that this is expanding the spiritual limit of the person. The former thinks that the human spirit is like a collapsible container, which can be infinitely expanded by continuously pressing its internal; the latter thinks that the human body is a spiritual container, usually a There is a spirit in the body, but it can split and copy and move. "

Zhen Yi fully understood: "The former is like putting pressure on people's spirits, making people's spirit and endurance more and more powerful; while the latter is like a computer operation, moving the scissors to different folders (human body) Copy the newly created file (human thought)? It's just that it has the original file. "

The expression was slightly strange to her analogy, and she nodded her head: "It means that."

Zhen Yi marveled: "This group of people sounds like ghost talented scientists, dedicated to dark science."

He didn't expect that she would give such an evaluation, but he didn't know how to answer it for a while.

After a while, he called her softly: "Zhen Yi."

"Ok?"

"Something to tell me later."

"Eh?" She was surprised. "Why did you say this suddenly?"

"Sorry, but I took your call this morning." He said.

Zhen Yi was stunned for a few seconds, as if something bad was discovered by him. She lowered her head slowly, her eyelashes drooping, covering her eyes.

For a few seconds, the speech was silent. He wasn't sure if Zhen Yi would explain it, or even if she would tell the truth.

For a long time, Zhen Yi bit her lips embarrassedly, rubbing her hands in embarrassment, and whispered:

"I was under a lot of pressure for a while, and my sister recommended a counselor to me, saying that she was her friend. When I was in a bad mood, I would chat with him. He had a lower voice," He and my sister are character It ’s just as good, and it ’s easy to get along. It ’s just that in the last six months there have been more conflicts and fewer contacts, but he still calls occasionally. ”

In the last six months, it was the half year when they reunited.

truth.

His heart fell, but there was another worry.

The words said "Oh" lightly and asked, "What do you tell him?"

"It's nothing," she grabbed her fingers uncomfortably. "Sometimes it feels too uncomfortable, too tired, and I will" slightly lower my voice, "complain about it."

He imagined that many nights, such as Tang Shang ’s case, they did not meet again; for example, Song Yi ’s case, they kept their distance; for Qi Mian ’s case, she suffered a betrayal and suddenly disappeared from the court;

In those deep nights, she was sitting alone in the dark, alone, helpless, painful, desperate, and the person who could listen to her was not him.

Like a barb on the heart, tearing a long strip, not so bloody, but painful into the bone.

Zhen Yi raised her head quietly, and saw his face tense, as if she was really angry, she was bluffed.

Is he so jealous?

Although he was secretly happy, he couldn't bear to see him angry and sad. His feet rubbed his legs and said flatly:

"Don't be angry, I won't contact him in the future. Moreover, he has become less like a friend. He used to listen to me before, but now he wants to take care of me." "I'm annoying him now." At the end, he frowned a little: He is a sister's friend and has a close relationship with his sister. If the sister knows that the two of them have fallen out, I wonder if she will blame her. But that person's intervention in her private life has reached an excessive level.

His face loosened a little.

Zhen commented and exhaled gently, but couldn't help but want to laugh.

Somehow, so happy.

When the car stopped, she reluctantly withdrew her feet, hung her legs on the chair, leaned back, and leaned down to find shoes. Today she wore a long sapphire blue skirt, her legs bent, and the satin skirt slipped down her legs to her waist.

After picking up her shoes, Zhen Yi realized that she was extremely indecent, and she smiled when she grinned: "What are you looking at?"

She lifted the skirt that had been raised to the waist again, and slender legs hooked his waist. It was very ridiculous: "It looks good? Do you think I can't be bored everywhere? I thought you did not eat What about fireworks on earth? "

Speech: "..."

He raised his eyes calmly, as if forbidden, but without blame, raising his hand to pull down her skirt, covering her white and tender legs.

Zhen Yi was happy, laughing haha, twigs trembling.

He got out of the car, came over and pulled the door, and led her out.

This time, he held her hand and never let go.

When he saw his grandfather, he was wearing a napkin and sitting in the garden eating a cake, smiling like a Maitreya. The nurses took good care of him. This time, unexpectedly, Bian Qian and Si Gui were also there. Bian Qian came to see Grandpa.

"Grandpa!" Zhen Yi Lao Yuan shouted happily when he saw it, and trot past with his gesticulating hand.

Grandpa's grin: "Yi'er, you're here!"

Zhen Yi sat aside, wiped the cream on the corner of Grandpa's mouth with a napkin, and looked at the other two people: "I wouldn't call me together." She knew that Bian Qian often visited Grandpa.

Bian Qian smiled and said: "If it is separated, there will be two people to accompany Grandpa, isn't it better?"

"That's right." Zhen Yi smiled, turned to look at Grandpa, and said intimately, "Grandpa, I'll bring my boyfriend to show you." He said, pulling his words, his head tilted on his shoulder, and he grinned. Laugh, "Well, is it handsome and pretty?"

Yan Ge glanced at her side, he clearly had many other advantages ... such as ... well, just say that.

"Good grandpa."

Bian Qian and Si Gui's eyes moved to Yange. His words turned, and he looked at Bian Qian, then nodded.

Grandpa's gaze also shifted to look at him for a while, the smile was gone, and she took Zhen Yi's hand: "Yes, the man is too handsome, and he must be thin and affectionate, or I am good." Raise Zhen Yi's hand, get up and take her away.

Zhen Yi: "..." regarded her as grandma again, and jealous.

She looked back as she walked, her words standing on the lawn in autumn, her gaze forever.

She nuns mouth, smiled inadvertently, turned back to help grandpa leave.

Bian Qian and Si Gui spent almost the same time and were ready to leave. Following Zhen Yi for a while, Bian Qian asked: "I'm going to open my own studio, have you been busy recently?"

"Super busy," Zhen Yi said, "I'll go back to the studio to see it later."

"It seems to be in the decoration stage?"

"Well, but it's almost over, and you can start recruiting people after a while." Speaking of which, Zhen Yi looked back and smiled at him. "Brother, I really thank you all these years. If you weren't, I wouldn't develop So good, so fast. "

Bian Qian smiled and said: "You are so arrogant at ordinary times, and now you are so polite, I am really not used to it."

Si Gui couldn't help but laugh: "That is, Zhen Yi, you still show your nature."

Zhen Yi “cut” and deliberately said: “When I open the studio, be careful to take away the business of your law firm.”

"Then thank you." Bian Qian raised the bar with her, "I just don't plan to do this."

This was called Zhen Yi's unexpected: "What? You're not doing it?"

"Well, after changing the law firm, I think it's more appropriate to go back to my old bank and do psychological counseling." Bian Qian said.

"Oh." Zhen Yi knew that when he opened the law firm, he also opened a psychological consultation room, and asked, "Do you want to take care of that consultation room?"

"Yes. But," Si Gui answered him with a smile on his lips. "A Qian is going to work at the police station. Our psychological counselor at the police station resigned. It happened that A Qian wanted to try this job. The interview exams have also passed. "

Zhen Yi saw Si Gui ’s pride, and "tweeted" twice: "This time you can mix together every day. With your" Aqian "here, if you do n’t pass the psychological test in a year, you will be kept secret . "

Si Gui stared at her: "Go!"

After Yange left, see Li You at the psychiatric hospital at the end of the street.

The hospital has recently strengthened control over him. He has no time for free venting. The only activity place is the activity room for him.

Seeing the words, he seemed to be in a good mood, unlike the usual quiet confrontation. This time, he took the initiative to say hello to him: "I know you will come."

Yan Ge sat down, and did not bend around with him: "Who is calling Zhen Yi?"

Hearing this news, Li You was not surprised, and shrugged: "I told you that I can use pressure to influence others. It would be easier for a stranger to follow my will and make a phone call."

His expression was faint, still a look of disbelief and no interest.

"Speech, you are too old-fashioned and have no innovative thinking. Why don't you believe in the existence of dark science? Well, this is the dark science you said, but in my opinion, this is the right way for human spiritual exploration. I have used various phenomena Prove to you that my thinking and thoughts can indeed control others from a distance. "

The expression gave him a cool look: "Then you try to control my mind."

Li You smiled slowly: "At present it is only in a small area."

For the first time, the words softly "huh", indifferent, with a very light irony.

He didn't want to talk to Li You about his fallacies at all: "No matter who is calling, why call her? Your experiment has already produced perfect results, why continue to monitor her?"

Li You looked at him for a long while and smiled silently with white teeth: "You really understand."

The expression is expressionless:

"It's not difficult to understand. An Yao is the perfect experimental product. Tang Shang stayed in the predicament for a long time, but eventually developed a withdrawal feeling; Song Yi's master personality was controlled by the second personality, killing people; Cui Fei was not smart enough, To get himself and his family into trouble, he eventually had to ask Qi Qinqin for mercy; Huai Sheng lost his sister, completely lost his heart; Xu Mo directly became a lunatic.

They are not strong enough, only An Yao transforms perfectly, walks to the upper class of society, calmly and carefully, protects himself and his lover, in one fell swoop, Xu Mo, Huai Ru, and Huai Sheng are no longer able to survive the three experiments, but they are not part of it. Defiled and retired. She is the perfect experimenter in your mind. "

Li You smiled, and applauded.

The expression was indifferent: "Zhen Yi? Why haven't you let her go?"

Li You leaned forward slightly, leaning on the table, a tone of whispering, saying:

"Did you know that this child's personality split was too early, and the youngest 16-year-old record was refreshed for 8 or 9 years at a time. The previous generation of scientists who were in charge of the experiment thought she was a waste product.

But day by day, she actually survived intact in society and even beautiful scenery. It ’s amazing, everyone is thinking ”

He paused for a moment, his voice sounded like ghosts,

"Where is the critical point of the collapse of this experiment?"

His expressions were not turbulent, but under the table, his hands clenched into fists.

"She may be able to provide data and basis for our next batch of experiments." Li You slowly sat back, close to the chair.

After a long time of speechlessness, my heart could no longer be calm, but he did not mention this matter at all.

He is very clear, say his own words, do not follow Li You.

"The way you deal with failed products is to let them jump off the building, so it looks like suicide." He has a flat tone, and does not mention the death of Zheng Ying's suffocation.

Li You eyes flashed and smiled: "It is true that this can reduce the trouble of police investigation. But if the death of the failed product can be pushed to the serial murderer, we will also imitate very creatively."

Is Zheng Ying's death really related to them?

The speech was silent for a while, and he said a word: "Ring the snake."

Li You raised her eyebrows slightly: "It seems that you have done a lot of homework and finally know my origin."

Unreasonable, asked: "People under your control actually painted the MSP organization's pattern on the glass for marking. This kind of behavior that desecrates the organization in the eyes of MSP, do you know?"

Li You looked calm, but the fleeting surprise in his eyes failed to escape his words.

Yange slid his hand into his pocket, slowly got up, and concluded: "Oh, it turned out to be out of control."

When Yange left, he carefully asked the caretaker who guarded Liyou to confirm that he was not in contact with anyone. But how did he communicate with the outside world?

The so-called resonance of thought? Ah.

Throughout the day, Yan Ge was a little absent-minded while working.

For him, it was really a bit abnormal.

When she got off work in the afternoon, she called Zhen Yi. She was busy preparing for an independent studio recently and said that she would work overtime at night.

The style asked: "When will I come to pick you up."

Before the words fell, I felt the person over there should be grinning, and the voice was very brisk: "10 o'clock."

"Ok."

Hanging up the phone, he was calm and turned to speak with Isaac.

Zhen Yi's studio has finished painting the walls, and the workers are playing with the partition board to make small shapes for the studio structure.

Busy until 9:30 in the evening, the workers have finished work, and Zhen Yi is still giving the designer the drawings and the details.

After finalizing the next decoration, Zhen Yi and the designer went downstairs together. Late at night, the other studios on this floor have been closed, the corridor is bright, but the glass lattices on both sides are black.

Going to the elevator, the phone rang. Called by the dean of the orphanage.

In the morning, she called the Shencheng No. 3 Orphanage and wanted to ask about Huaisheng and Huairu. But the dean was too busy to take care of her.

When Zhen Yi wanted to answer the phone, he waved at the designer: "I'm going up the stairs!"

She went alone, pushed open the safety door, and went down the stairs. The incandescent lamp in the corridor is a bit pale, and the sound of high-heeled shoes is particularly empty in the stairwell that goes down infinitely.

Zhen Yi answered the phone.

Over there, the dean said, she did remember the existence of the two children Huaisheng and Huairu, but when they went to the archives room to find their files, they found that they disappeared.

Zhen Yi asked An Yao with many words, the same result.

As a ghost, she asked Tang Shang and Tang Yu again, there was still no record of them. The dean remembered that they were adopted in childhood, but which house they went to did not know.

Zhen Yi was inexplicably disturbed, seemingly spooky, but unable to figure out.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a noise behind him. She stopped suddenly, and felt that someone was following her. Suddenly looking back, there was only an empty staircase.

Deathly silence.

The voice just now seemed to echo her high heels.

Looking back, she saw her face from the screen of the mobile phone, which was illuminated by the incandescent lamp in the stairwell.

The heart jumped, chaotic rhythm.

She accelerated her pace and ran downstairs. The sound of her footsteps in the stairwell grew louder and louder, resounding throughout the stairwell, echoing in an empty space.

While running, I had to hang up the phone, but a thought flashed strangely in my head, and I immediately asked, "How about Yang Zi?"

"Oh, she's not here either." The dean was also confused. "It's just that the children you mentioned had their records just lost. By the way, there was a baby who was adopted as a baby. No one else The question is, which staff should operate improperly. Hey, for many years, it is normal to lose things. "

Zhen Yi only heard "there was another baby who was adopted as a baby". Among the people she knew, only Song Yi could not match the number.

Her heart stopped beating, wondering if she was guessing or having a secret, but at this moment she felt uncomfortable, like shaking.

Hanging up the phone, she grabbed her heart and ran down all the way, and finally reached the first floor, pushed open the safety door, and rushed to the hall like a wind of relief.

The hurried and messy heels echoed in the hall, and several security guards looked up at her strangely.

Zhen Yi slowed her footsteps, and her violently beating heart slowly became calmer.

Going out, the building is dark and separated from the bustling street by a square. Zhen Yi stood by the open-air fountain and waited for her speech. The wind in the autumn night was very cool, blowing her heart a lot.

Thinking of my timidity in the stairwell just now, I felt a little crying and laughing.

While waiting, she walked slowly around the circular fountain and said to herself: "Speech, why haven't you come yet?"

He looked up and froze.

Above the third floor of the building, it was dark, except for a series of six windows with lights on, like a beam of light in a black hole. It is her studio.

Didn't she turn off the light just now?

Zhen Yi frowned, recalling that she didn't remember turning off the light.

She sighed, pulled her feet back and walked back to the building, and got into the elevator.

The elevator at night went all the way up, and the speed was very fast.

The elevator door opened, Zhen Yi looked up, and he felt a sudden shock. The corridor was dark and the lights went out.

Only a beam of light in the elevator cast in, tearing the darkness, and casting a light in the glass floor-to-ceiling window opposite, with her blurry shadow inside.

Zhen Yi couldn't help but took a breath of air, strange, it stands to reason that the lights in the corridor will always be on.

She went out of the elevator and looked to the right. The black hole in the hallway is only a dozen meters away. The lamp is lit in her studio and the light is pale, like a white ribbon.

Zhen Yi was a little nervous and her heart was beating wildly. After thinking for a while, she decided to return to the elevator and go downstairs, otherwise she would turn off the lights and walk over in the dark.

But before turning around, she caught a glimpse of someone standing in her studio? !

Designer?

Zhen Yi twisted her eyebrows, thought about it, or walked over. The elevator door closed slowly behind her, behind her was endless darkness and a pair of eyes

She touched the wall and walked slowly, one step, two steps, and gradually saw a woman standing beside the glass window. Wearing an unusually bright princess dress, like a dummy in the window.

The pace froze.

Her eyes widened gradually, and she saw a mirror that she didn't have in her studio. Standing in front of the woman at the moment, a circle was drawn with blood on the mirror.

In the mirror, the woman's face is full of gorgeous makeup and she is very delicate, with a lace collar around her neck and a smile on the corner of her mouth

That face is Yang Zi!

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