Hold on, we can break up! [Quick Transmigration]

Yingnuo stayed in the hospital for a whole week. Except for recuperating, the psychiatrist named Bai Shuanglin showed up in the ward on time every day. It was called a heart-to-heart talk rather than treatment, but Yingnuo and everyone who suffered from mental illness Like patients, they feel a little repulsed by this kind of mandatory communication.

Although Bai Shuanglin is well-known in the field of psychology, she is a part-time worker in front of Mu's family. She is afraid that Young Master Mu's temper will come up and ruin her job, so she coaxes her every day. At that time, she could almost do a stand-up comedy by herself.

Ying Nuo was very annoyed by this female doctor who was a bit domineering, and she became a little tired of cooperating with psychotherapy from the very beginning.

Seeing that Yingnuo's resistance was getting stronger and stronger, Bai Shuanglin had no choice but to report the situation to the boss. Mu Chenke didn't think it was too strange when he heard it. It's not a day or two for his baby brother to be passive and recuperate. He knows that the other party just doesn't like it. Just live in the hospital.

"You just continue to do as I say, and perform hypnotherapy appropriately," Mu Chenke just finished the meeting, raised his hand and looked at the time, "I'll be there in a while."

Bai Shuanglin hid in the corner outside the ward and said "yes" repeatedly. She stepped on her feet and looked into the ward, with an inexplicable trace of pity in her eyes.

When Yingnuo knew that Bai Shuanglin was going to perform hypnotherapy on himself, his emotions that had been suppressed for several days were already surging silently. Just when Bai Wushuang once again tried to open up his heart in a professional tone, he suddenly faced He smashed the glass of water to the ground expressionlessly.

The water glass exploded with a "crash" at Bai Shuanglin's feet, making her stunned in place.

The ward fell into dead silence, and Ying Nuo sat cross-legged on the hospital bed, staring straight at the brittle glass shards on the ground, and pursed her lips in bewilderment.

Just at the moment of emotional outburst, Yingnuo realized for the first time that the original owner is really a person with a mental illness, and the irritability accumulated in his heart is like gasoline that was suddenly detonated. Orders have been given and behavior is completely out of control.

It just so happened that the door of the ward opened, and Mu Chenke walked in with a frown, and held Ying Nuo's face with his hands: "Xiaomu, you have to tell others what's on your mind."

Yingnuo's breathing was a little short, and he suddenly felt that the walls in all directions were pressing towards him, trapping him firmly in the gap: "I don't want to be hospitalized, and I don't want a psychiatrist."

"Okay," Mu Chenke's warm palm stroked his back, his voice was more relaxing than that of Bai Shuanglin's psychiatrist: "You said that these brothers will satisfy you, and no one will force you, okay?"

The weird space deformation finally dissipated gradually, and Yingnuo leaned on Mu Chenke's shoulder like a force, with a muffled voice as if coquettish: "Brother, don't force me to forget him."

Mu Chenke's body froze almost imperceptibly, but he quickly regained his composure. He rubbed the back of Ying Nuo's head and said kindly: "We are not forcing you to forget him, but we want you to never forget him." Get out of that."

Ying Nuo didn't speak.

After a few days of observation, Bai Wushuang's conversation centered around learning to let go of the pain. She said that she should gradually reduce the weight of that matter on her heart, and shift her attention to things that have nothing to do with it. So as to embark on the broad road to meet a new life.

In the face of pain, one should first learn to face it instead of avoiding it. This is something that even a layman like Yingnuo understands, but Bai Shuanglin ignores it openly. She has always insisted on using hypnotherapy to divert his attention. , This is really not the level of a famous psychiatrist.

Therefore, Yingnuo suspects that Bai Shuanglin did not take the initiative to make such a low-level mistake, but did it out of necessity.

No wonder Mu Qingmu's condition has been up and down all the time. The patient has an overly strong family group behind him. For a doctor like Bai Shuanglin, it is a bargain.

Ying Nuo looked at the female doctor sympathetically, but couldn't do anything.

"Brother helped you find an apartment, and there is a rooftop on the roof where you can watch the stars." Mu Chenke picked up a relaxed topic, and glanced back at Bai Shuanglin, "You can live there anytime you want."

Ying Nuo quietly looked at Bai Shuanglin's fleeing figure, and absently curled the corners of her lips: "Thank you, brother."

Living in such airtight pampering every day is indeed not suitable for recuperation. It is naturally best to have an independent space.

Because this world doesn't even have a basic plot line, Yingnuo can only take one step at a time.

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table vibrated, and found that it was the original owner's college classmate Han Guangyang's WeChat voice - I heard that your illness is recovering soon?When do you come to school?Let's go for skewers!

The voice was public, Mu Chenke shrugged slightly, and glanced at his mobile phone: "Xiao Mu makes his own decision."

Ying Nuo nodded happily, with a smile in his round eyes, this kind of true emotional expression is really rare for him now.

Mu Chenke stared at the top of Ying Nuo's head, seeing the young man typing on the phone seriously, his eyes suddenly darkened.

But the gloom quickly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.

Just as Mu Chenke promised, the moving process was extremely smooth and comfortable, and Ying Nuo was welcomed back to the new residence by a group of people without even lifting a finger.

Whether it is the decoration style or the furnishings of the new apartment, they all fit perfectly with Yingnuo's aesthetics. He held back the little joy in his heart, and after leaving the idlers, he lazily lay down on the bed, exhaling incomparably comfortably .

"Master Host," the little angel suppressed a smile, "You really seem to be a little emperor with insufficient intelligence in a feudal society."

Ying Nuo just wanted to be proud, when she heard four words in it, she suddenly became unhappy: "Tsk, who do you think is not smart enough?"

"Hehe," the little angel didn't know who to learn from, and even sneered at Yingnuo, "You think you're free, but you are still in the hands of the regent. .....Do you think the analogy I just made is appropriate?"

......Regent?

Ying Nuo was amused by this statement: "You're talking about Mu Chenke, right?"

If the young master of the Mu family is a little emperor with insufficient brains, then his wise and powerful elder brother is indeed the regent.

The little angel smiled "hee hee", returned to his original appearance, and excitedly came to report to him: "Actually, I'm here to tell you that there are cameras in this apartment, and there are more than one!"

Ying Nuo rolled on the big soft bed, and spread herself out in the sun: "I know, but how many are there?"

After all, he is a special group now, and it is normal to be treated specially, but this "special" degree is definitely not without a bottom line. For example, if the camera is installed in the bathroom...Yin Nuo suddenly felt the hair stand on end.

"Go to each room," the little angel deliberately whetted Ying Nuo's appetite, hesitantly said, "And I know where they are."

Hearing this tone, Ying Nuo knew that the other party wanted something from him, so he didn't keep it secret, and asked directly, "You help me like this every time, what do you want me to do?"

The little angel suddenly felt embarrassed, he hesitated for a long while, and finally said: "Most of the reasons I help you are from my sincerity, but only a small part... I want you to help him .”

Yingnuo was stunned: "Help him? The system?"

"Yes," the little angel sighed, "You have also experienced how painful it is to have a mental illness this time, so I hope you can help him heal after this mission is over."

Ying Nuo frowned more and more, and blurted out: "Then you will disappear!"

Obviously, the main personality of the system is that indifferent and poisonous nerd, and the little angel is just the projection of the cinnabar mole in his heart. If his schizophrenia is cured, it means that the little angel will no longer exist .

"I was a fake." The little angel smiled relievedly, but he could still hear him feeling a little depressed: "I took his body away, and I will give it back to him sooner or later."

Ying Nuo lost the mood to bask in the sun, and sat up suddenly from the bed. He wanted to argue something, but he found that he couldn't refute at all.

"Okay, Master Host," the little angel smiled playfully again, not wanting to let his emotions affect Yingnuo: "Let's find a camera next."

This sense of powerlessness made Ying Nuo suddenly a little angry, he stood up aggressively, followed the little angel's guidance and began to wreak havoc.

An hour later, Yingnuo dismantled all the large and small cameras in the apartment, leaving only one at the door, and then he moved a high stool, stepped on it and said to the camera to himself: " Except for sleeping, I come here to report every three hours, you don't have to worry about my safety... well, it's settled."

After explaining what she had done, Ying Nuo felt a little sleepy, so she slowly climbed off the high stool and walked back to the bedroom to prepare for sleep.

At the same time, the high-definition picture was transmitted to the general manager's office of Mu's Group. Mu Chenke, who had just finished the video conference, looked at the monitor and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a boy with a big head on the screen.

The assistant who was in charge of checking the surveillance at any time stood up in panic, and was almost scared to cry: "The young master broke all the surveillance cameras, leaving only one on the porch... What can we do, young master! "

Mu Chenke smiled helplessly, and then waved his hands: "As he likes, if he can't appear in front of the camera on time, let me know in time."

The assistant nodded hurriedly.

Because today is Sunday, after waking up from a nap, Yingnuo went into the study to prepare for school tomorrow. Although his memory has recovered, he still couldn't help being surprised when he saw the huge bookcase and the medical books inside. for a moment.

"The original owner is really a top student." Ying Nuo rubbed his nose uncomfortably, feeling the sadness of a scumbag in his heart.

"Mu Qingmu is a student of Qianzhou Medical University." The system slowly came out to make up the knife: "If there is no problem with the information, then his college entrance examination score was No.3 in the city."

Yingnuo was a student who felt dizzy and nauseated when he saw the textbooks since he was a child. Hearing Mu Qingmu's impressive grades, he felt a darkness before his eyes, and fell on the chair as soon as his legs gave way: "...Wow. "

Compared to playing an autistic patient, playing a top student is simply more difficult for him. Although Mu Qingmu's knowledge has been instilled in his brain, whether he can apply what he has learned is another matter.

This is the saddest part of learning crisp.

"Don't panic," the system showed a particularly sincere attitude, and the poisonous tongue began to spray venom again: "Really consider the host's IQ and other factors, the system will You don’t have to worry too much about this.”

Ying Nuo's face was filled with sorrow: "..."

This kind of person deserves to be single forever!

It was six o'clock in the afternoon after tidying up. The old man in the kitchen of Mu's family was worried that Yingnuo had just moved out and felt uncomfortable, so he specially put the food in an insulated bucket and brought it to him. The old man stood at the door for a while before preparing to leave, afraid of his own behavior It made Yingnuo feel restricted.

In fact, Yingnuo didn't reject this kind and gentle old man at all. In his memory, he grew up watching the original owner, because the food he cooked was so delicious that Young Master Mu was particular about his food and had a picky mouth. The average cook was already satisfied. Can't eat his stomach.

"Is it asparagus chicken?" Yingnuo held the thermos and smelled it, and the gluttons in his body were immediately attracted, "It smells so good."

The old man in the kitchen smiled. He has no children, and he has always loved Mu Qingmu as his own child, so there is no distinction between master and servant when getting along: "The young master is not at home, and I don't even have the energy to cook anymore. .”

"I will often go back for dinner," Ying Nuo asked casually with her eyes widened as she smiled, "Are my parents okay?"

The old man in the kitchen sighed, helplessness appeared on his old face: "It's still the same as before."

He seemed to want to say something, but because of his identity, he didn't say it, and finally just said goodbye to Ying Nuo and left.

"I think the atmosphere in that house is a bit weird." Ying Nuo walked into the room holding the thermos bucket, her eyebrows tied into a knot: "Especially that woman Feng Bailu."

System: "How to say?"

Yingnuo took out a small porcelain spoon and began to drink the soup, and analyzed logically: "Feng Bailu cried like that on the day Mu Qingmu committed suicide, as if it was true as she said, if something happened to Mu Qingmu, she would really die, but On the other hand, it has been nearly twenty hours since her own son moved out of the house, and she doesn't even have a phone call, and she doesn't even care about Mu Qingmu as much as an old man in the kitchen... Isn't it strange?"

And according to the memory of the original owner, Feng Bailu has always been a very strange mother. Ever since Mu Qingmu could remember, she would never hug her son in her arms like other mothers. If she touches it, she will lose her temper.

He remembered that once when the nanny who came from home accidentally choked Mu Qingmu while feeding water, Feng Bailu slapped him fiercely at that time, and told the nanny to pack up and leave.

Although Mu Qingmu felt that such a mother made him a little scared, he thought that Feng Bailu's behavior was just because he cared too much about him.That's why Mu Qingmu has been very careful in doing everything since he was a child, and he is determined not to let himself get hurt, because he is worried that he will hurt others.

The system was quiet for a while before saying: "It's a bit strange, but it's also possible that it's just her personality. After all, people are different, and the way of expressing maternal love is also different."

Yingnuo let out a "hmm" and decided to temporarily include Feng Bailu in the list of personnel "to be investigated".

After finishing the bucket of delicious chicken with bamboo shoots, Ying Nuo licked his lips contentedly, cleaned the thermos bucket and put it in the cabinet, then rushed to the gate as if remembering something, and smiled at the monitor: "Have dinner Well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

Mu Chenke's phone call came quickly: "Have you taken your medicine?"

Because Mu Qingmu's illness has not recovered quickly, Bai Shuanglin prescribed a bottle of antidepressant medicine for Yingnuo, asking him to take one pill every day.

"Preparing to take it," Yingnuo thought for a while, and simply broadcasted himself taking the medicine in front of the monitor, and opened his mouth to show the monitor after eating: "It's finished."

Mu Chenke couldn't help smiling on the receiver, and after a few more instructions, he hung up the phone.

After taking the medicine, Ying Nuo felt a little sleepy. He soaked in the bathroom for a while and almost fell asleep. After drying his hair, he lay down on the bed in a dizzy state, and fell into a deep sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He once again dreamed that Zhao Yuning died in front of him.

I don't know why, but the memory about Zhao Yuning has been hovering on the edge of clarity and haze. Even when he was clear-headed, he clearly remembered every minute and every second when he was with Zhao Yuning, but he still remembered it no matter what. I don't know his appearance, even if I think about it, there is only a vague shadow.

This is actually the root cause of Yingnuo's resolute rejection of Bai Wushuang's hypnotherapy.

Hypnotherapy has been trying to erase Zhao Yuning from Mu Qingmu's memory.

But this time the dream was different from the past. He saw Zhao Yuning lying on the ground covered in blood, and he could see his face clearly.

It was a face somewhat similar to Qin Yuan's, with a three-dimensional outline, deep eye sockets, and a straight and straight bridge of nose.

Ying Nuo's heart was shaken, and she tried to open her eyes wide to see more clearly, but suddenly there was a muffled sound next to her ears, and the scene in front of her disappeared like a flood ebbing.

"Master Host," the little angel's voice was a little anxious, "Did you hear anything just now?"

Ying Nuo opened his eyes suddenly, his heart was still beating violently, he stared blankly at the air for a while, and finally woke up from the dream: "...what's the sound?"

"Just now, there was movement on the roof of your house." The little angel's voice was very low, as if he was worried about disturbing something. Don't call the police, I'm a little scared."

Ying Nuo's drowsiness was frightened away, he stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and had a look: "Tell me the truth, is this world a supernatural world?"

The little angel was stunned, just like Ying Nuo, who was in a dazed state: "Are you saying there are ghosts?!"

From the moment he saw Zhao Yuning's appearance clearly, Ying Nuo was sure that he was the target of the raid in this world, and there must be something strange about those so-called Ying Gong who died in the line of duty.

"I want to go up and have a look." Although Ying Nuo is timid and still afraid of ghosts, if the ghost is Zhao Yuning, he feels that he can do without worrying, "I think the target of the attack is about to appear."

The little angel gave a soft "hmm", and couldn't help reminding: "You remember to take a handy weapon for self-defense."

Yingnuo thought it made sense, so he took a kitchen knife from the kitchen, then sneaked up to the attic, pushed open the door and walked up to the legendary balcony where you can watch the stars.

It was late autumn, and the evening wind felt a little cool to my body, maybe because of the bad weather, there was not even a single star in the sky, and the dark clouds covered the sky, which made people afraid.

The enthusiasm just now was blown away by the autumn wind, and Ying Nuo suddenly regretted that she was too reckless, what if it wasn't Zhao Yuning, but some other fugitive or something...

"Master host, or let's go back and find the police uncle." The little angel also felt that something was wrong, and kindly reminded him.

Ying Nuo took a few deep breaths and stood tremblingly in the cold wind, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. After hesitating for a while, she finally asked bravely, "Is anyone there?"

There was silence under the night, only the howling cold wind was blowing harder and harder.

"If you don't talk, I'll call the police." Yingnuo turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone, shone it around with the faint light, and repeated it seriously, "If you don't talk again, I will really call the police."

With a "snap", Yingnuo felt something approaching him quickly, followed by a merciless slap on the wrist, and the phone in his hand fell to the ground.

The unknown object had breathing and body temperature, so it was obviously a big living person.

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night," a man's voice suddenly sounded in the darkness behind him, panting with some unknown meaning, "Are you still going to school tomorrow?"

Ying Nuo was so frightened that she subconsciously wanted to slash someone with a knife, but within a few seconds of struggling, she was easily subdued by the man in front of her body, her neck was imprisoned tightly by her arms, and the kitchen knife in her hand fell to the opponent hand.

"Tsk," the man held Yingnuo's kitchen knife in front of him, looked at it, and laughed in a muffled voice. The voice was full of interest and anger, which made Yingnuo feel a little dazed for a while, "Didn't the teacher teach you not to promote violence? ?”