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I was shocked when my dad informed him that he would send me to the police academy as an intern assistant in the psychological counseling room through the back door.

Because I didn't expect my dad to even have connections in Japan.

In fact, because I was obsessed with Two-dimensional since I was a child, I chose Japan as a study abroad country specializing in psychology since I was an undergraduate.Originally, Japan was not my dad's home field at all, so when I heard that he could help me find an internship unit in Japan, I was shocked.

This confirms the old saying that dad will always be dad.

You can always trust Dad.

However, when I was on the bus to the police academy, I fell asleep inexplicably and had a dream about Mingke Police Academy.

Not only did I dream that I met the rumored police academy group named Ke, but I also accidentally killed someone in the police academy. From then on, I changed my surname to "Zhang" and the word "three".Until I was about to wake up from the dream, "iron gates, iron windows, and iron chains" were still lingering in my ears.Don't even think about it, I'm a thin-armed and thin-legged person, and I'm sure I'll have to be a doormat in prison to survive.When I woke up, I was on the verge of tears.

Because the sound of the car getting off the car just rang, I was confused by the dream, and I didn't know what time it was, and whether I had ever sat in the stop.While clutching my backpack, I pulled out my phone to check the time and GPS directions.This is my first time to a closed police academy.Strictly speaking, I have never been to the police academy at all. When I looked at the map before departure, I still felt that the place was a bit out of the way.

While looking at the location, the old man sitting next to me also got up and got out of the car.Out of the corner of the eye, there were two young people chatting and laughing, and one of them also took advantage of the opportunity to sit in the empty seat.The man was taller than me, and he could feel an oppressive black shadow when he sat down.Subconsciously shrunk to the side, my eyes continued to stare at the location of the phone——

There are still four stops.

In other words, my family is super superstitious, especially my dad, who is very sensitive to numbers. It may be related to doing business, or it may be that my hometown is a place that pays attention to these.For example, when I was in elementary school, my student number had a "4", and my dad went to the school to ask the teacher to change the number.So, when I saw "4", I was also a little nervous.Coupled with the relationship of this dream, I somehow have the illusion of an uncertain future.

I can't have another prophetic dream.

I sigh and recheck my memo.

The place to make an appointment with the teacher in the psychological counseling room is——

……

Before I could confirm all the words, there was a sudden noise in the bus.Someone in the car yelled, "Is there a doctor on the car!" "Everyone, call an ambulance!" "Driver, someone has an accident here! Please pull over and stop the car!" Big boy in blue spring shirt.He had a painful expression, and his whole body was covering the position above the chest and below the collarbone, where the rib rib nerve, costal cartilage and lungs were distributed.If it wasn't for being grabbed by the people around him, he would curl up and fall to the ground now.

"He said he couldn't breathe." This time it seemed to be the friend of the boy in blue who raised his voice.

I was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see the situation clearly, so I could only watch the situation from the crowd in the gap.But there was no one around, so I couldn't sit still, so I raised my voice and shouted: "If it is asthma, he should have spray on his body, please help find it!" But generally speaking, if an asthmatic patient first If the reaction of time itself is not right, you will definitely know how to use the spray to save yourself.

My voice is not loud enough.

The people in front were basically unresponsive.I hurriedly told my neighbor, and I asked him to make way for me.In other words, at such an urgent moment, I still smelled the other party's shampoo—it must have just gone to the gym somewhere and came back from the shower.If this kind of thing is said, it should be said that I am not serious.

I let the people around me line up first, but there are still many people who want to come to join in the fun.A powerful voice from the seat next to me just now helped me a lot. "Everyone, don't join in the fun and listen to the professional." After he finished speaking, he helped to fend off the people around him.

I don't have time to thank him either.

If you faint, things will become more difficult.

The boy in blue wasn't asthma at all, it was hyperventilation syndrome.This is a psychosomatic disorder caused by mental stress.He was sweating all over his body, his face was as pale as gold paper, his eyes couldn't focus at all, and physiological tears and uncontrollable saliva kept dripping down.

It was also the first time for his friend to see this kind of situation. When he saw that I was covering the patient's mouth and nose tightly with my hands, he became anxious all of a sudden.

"Why are you smothering him to death?!"

"Do you have any paper bags? If not, can someone help me take out the brochures in the backpack?" I said before I could explain to him, "Hurry up! He's really going to get into trouble like this."

This happened so suddenly that no one else reacted.

While covering the patient's mouth and nose, I freed up a hand to touch the brochure of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Academy in my schoolbag.I remember the brochure as a folded piece of stiff paper.If it is rolled into a trumpet shape and covered over his mouth and nose, it can effectively increase his breathing dead space and help him slow down his breathing rate.Just when I was in a hurry, a fair-skinned arm took out the brochure for me.

He was my neighbor just now.

I recognize his clothes.

What a nice guy!

"Can you help me roll into a trumpet shape by the way?" I held the patient's mouth and nose tightly while trying to calm the patient down.This hyperpnea situation is like drowning, and only by calming down can the situation be stabilized.

Not long after hitting the opponent's mouth and nose with the brochure, he has slowly recovered.He estimated that it was the first time the disease occurred, the degree was relatively mild, and he recovered quickly.Seeing that he regained consciousness, I wiped his tears and saliva with a tissue.The driver also asked the passengers to ask if they need to pull over.I suggest that it is better for him to get out of the car.

Before getting out of the car, the boy in blue grabbed my hand and said, "Doctor, I don't have any claustrophobia. I felt palpitations and tightness in my chest shortly after I got in the car. I used to feel this way too, but it's the first time I feel So out of breath."

I patted him on the back, and said in a comforting tone: "I don't think you have any organic disease. You may have been under a lot of stress recently, which is why you have this problem. Pay attention to your daily life, rest and diet. You don’t need to take any medicine. But it’s better to see a doctor.”

I continued to talk to his friend and said, "You two get out of the car and take a rest first. A closed space with no air circulation is very uncomfortable for him. If this happens again, follow what I did just now and set him up. A paper bag to keep him breathing."

After seeing off the two boys, I got off the car ahead of time. I noticed the curious, probing and questioning eyes around me were like needles on my back.I can only pretend to be looking at my phone and avoid other people's eyes.

"Did you also go to the police academy?"

A Japanese person took the initiative to talk to me.Judging by his clothes, he should be the young man who helped me just now.I turned my head subconsciously, facing two handsome young men in casual clothes—the one who spoke to me was a young man with blond hair and dark skin.Beside him is a young man with fair skin and blue cat eyes.

When he saw me looking at him, he smiled kindly.

I was dumbfounded on the spot——

Isn't this the rumored Ke Tang man Jiang Gu Ling and his bamboo horse Zhu Fu Jing Guang?

Even when I turn into ashes, I recognize the painting method of the name Ke who hides the moon-like pupils.

"..."

I shivered unconsciously all over my body. Isn't this a bit like my dream?I dreamed that I met Ming Ke's police academy team, and then I accidentally killed someone.Does this mean that my dream will come true...

In order to test my idea, I screwed myself hard——

Huge pain!

I'm doomed.

This is not a dream.

I'm wearing [email protected]#% and dressing like a would-be murderer.

Zhu Fu Jingguang instantly noticed the change in my expression: "What's wrong?"

"Forehead…"

Holding the steamed corn bread in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish...

How painful life in prison is, one step at a time.

Music suddenly filled my mind.

I covered up my faults: "It's nothing, just touching the scene and hurting the feelings, and the sadness comes from it."

Jiang Guling smiled and said, "You are really interesting."

"..."

■

I feel like I'm going to die.

But, even if the sky is falling like this, the first thing I have to do is to meet with the instructor—the heart is a cry of escapism.jpg, and the appearance is still a serious student dog.And Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang and I didn't talk too much, and we separated immediately.After all, now I wish I could stay away from the main plot.

The psychology department of the school is all about some basic general knowledge content. If you really want to go to a deep professional direction after graduation, you can either go to the research institute or go to the internship unit to accumulate experience.The content of the senior year is relatively loose, and I also obtained the qualification for postgraduate insurance based on my grades, but the institute needs me to be able to submit a report before the end of my senior year, so my dad helped me find an internship unit in the police academy.

The mental health of the police has always been one of the research topics in psychology.Because police personnel, especially grassroots personnel, are very prone to face the crisis of three highs. The three highs here do not refer to "high blood sugar", "high blood fat" and "high blood pressure", but "high intensity", "high load", " high pressure".According to relevant information, due to the problems of the working environment, the psychological pressure faced by the police ranks first among all occupations.

In fact, at the beginning, I felt that the unit my dad gave me was really suitable for making reports.However, if I knew that I would wear it, I would definitely refuse it.

The instructor said that today is the first day of the police academy students entering the school, and it is not considered the start of school, so let me go and have a good rest first.Attend the opening ceremony in the school auditorium at [-]:[-] pm.As for the work, it will officially start tomorrow.

After I returned to the dormitory, I quickly called my dad. Now I am not sure whether the three-dimensional and Two-dimensional can be connected now.I don't know if I want to connect or not.If it is connected, then my dad will send the white-haired person to jail the black-haired person.But if there is no connection, am I alone in this world?

Just as I was anxiously waiting for the call to respond, the phone sounded "beep", and it was connected.

"Yo, Ah He."

As soon as I was relieved, I felt that I had to hide my face and cry, and went straight to the point: "Dad, I suddenly want to go back to China, and I don't want to stay in Japan. Japan is too dangerous."

"That's not what you said when I stopped you. How can you change it?" My dad scratched his scalp very loudly and said, "I've arranged everything for you. It's been so big. How can you let your father have the nerve to ask for favors in the future?"

"..."

Your son is about to become a prisoner, how can you stay here?

Seeing that I had no voice, my dad sighed and said, "If you want to come back, you can come back. You book the ticket yourself, but next time you say you want to go back to Japan, it won't be so flexible."

"I love you daddy!"

"roll."

I quickly turned on the computer and booked a flight back home.However, my problem arises, I can't find the ticket to return to heaven/dharma at all.I checked all major airlines, but nothing.I suspect my computer has been hacked.

I seem to be blocked by Two-dimensional now.

How to do how to do?

I thought about it, and tried to log on to KONATER, which is the world's largest forum for netizens to exchange information. It can be translated in different languages, without communication barriers, and there will be wild comic masters from time to time.I would love to hang out on it myself.I now need to brainstorm and let the majority of netizens help solve this situation.

[Help post: I fell into the world of Mingke and am about to become a murderer, what should I do? 】

I held the phone in my hand and told the ins and outs of the matter, and waited for the gods and netizens from the sky to save my life.However, after 10 minutes passed, my post only had 10 views, and there was a cool inexplicable like like a mockery.

"Woooo."

You have to force me to use the trump card, right?

I edited it again, this time posting an eye-catching picture.That's what I prepared to verify that I really fell into Two-dimensional. After 10 minutes, my number of views exceeded 4000, and it was still rising, and the number of likes also exceeded 450.

The comments below are all -

[The fairy wife has descended to earth! 】

[The scene where Rei Fuguya and Jingguang Zhu Fu chat in casual clothes is also very well drawn, it's close to the original manga! 】

【collected. 】

【Madam, I will stay here~~】

[Madam, do you want to draw fan comics, leave a butt here. 】

【Kick】

【marvelous! ! ! 】

【Madam, my friend wants to ask if you are interested in drawing books. 】

"..."

You are looking at my question.

Also, I'm not a wife.

Three 10 minutes later my post became a popular thread on the forum.