Save the tragic villain in progress!

For Xiao Jinang, the psychological counseling room was a place that was too quiet.When he sat in the rest area and waited, he found that there were also a few people sitting beside him. They were male or female, old or young, but they all had the same numb expressions on their faces.

The sun outside the window is warm, the cicadas are singing hoarsely, and the treetops are trembling, and it seems that not only the dust and shadows on the ground, but also their old shells are shaken off.

The receptionist poured Xiao Jinang a glass of water and asked him to fill out a psychological evaluation form.Xiao Jinang didn't know how to fill it in, so he pressed the cap of the pen, so he had to check the most serious item.

Do you often feel sad and want to cry?

Yes, check the tick.Every time the host couldn't complete the task, he wanted to cry.

Do you often think about death?

Yes, check the tick.Every time the host progressed slowly on a mission, he wished he could be knocked to death.

Have you ever harmed your body?

Yes, check the tick.He once picked out a small diamond for a certain host.

……

After Xiao Jinang filled out the form, he handed it back to the receptionist.The receptionist browsed through it briefly, asked him to sit outside and wait a while, then opened the door and walked into a psychological reception room inside.

The air conditioner is turned on in this room, and there is a cool air coming in, which makes people feel a little cold after staying for a long time.The environment is quiet, but the silence is too dull.A man in a white coat was sitting behind his desk, lowering his head and writing something with a blind pen. When he heard someone push the door open, he stopped slowly.

The receptionist gently closed the door and walked to him: "Doctor Ming, the patient who made an appointment in the afternoon has arrived. I just gave him a simple psychological evaluation. All the scores are relatively high. The situation may be a little serious."

After she finished speaking, she gently put an information sheet on the corner of the table, and briefly reminded the patient's information: "His surname is Xiao, Xiao Jinang, male, 23 years old."

Ming Zhou wore a pair of sunglasses all the year round, making it difficult for others to see his expression clearly. Hearing this, he hummed lightly: "I see, please help bring the patient in, thank you."

If one could take off his sunglasses and take a closer look, his expression was actually slightly similar to that of the patients waiting outside, with the same dead silence and numbness.

The receptionist roughly cleaned up the sanitation of the reception room, and then pulled up the blackout blinds, only to find that a pot of green plants on the window sill was a bit withered: "Doctor Ming, the flowers you raised seem to be dying. No, let me pour some water for you later."

Ming Zhou heard the words and looked in the direction of her voice. Although he was blind, through the sunglasses, he seemed to spy on the flower whose life was about to come to an end: "It doesn't matter, it is about to die."

The receptionist was stunned: "Why?"

Ming Zhou said succinctly: "It has worms and its roots are rotten, so it is dying."

The receptionist hesitated and said, "Then how about I take it away and replace it with a new one."

"no need,"

Ming Zhou said, "Just put it there and let it bask in the sun."

The receptionist knew that Ming Zhou's temper was a little weird, so he didn't insist on seeing it, poured two glasses of water on the table, then turned and left.Not long after, the sound of opening the door sounded again, and she brought Xiao Jinang in.

The receptionist raised his hand to signal that there was a soft sofa near the window: "Mr. Xiao, please sit down. If you have any troubles, you can communicate with Dr. Ming later. No one will disturb you during the period. If you have something, you can ring the bell." calls me."

The psychological counseling room is not the pale white and smell of disinfectant water that Xiao Jinang imagined, on the contrary, the decoration is exquisite and elegant, and the light blue wall is like a blue lake, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.He sat down on the sofa, then thanked the receptionist with a smile: "Thank you, sorry for the trouble."

Ming Zhou inexplicably felt that this voice sounded familiar, and couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, and then there was a soft door closing sound in his ears, and the receptionist left.

Ming Zhou thought it was an illusion just now, after all there are no such coincidences in the world.He slowly opened the chair, got up from behind the desk, then walked to the window, and sat down on the sofa opposite Xiao Jinang——

He was so familiar with the layout of this room that he didn't need to grope for anything deliberately. He walked on this road without stagnation and obstacles, just like a normal person.

Ming Zhou raised his hand to support the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, this action made him look a bit gentle, and asked in a gentle voice: "Is Mr. Xiao right?"

Sitting across from him, Xiao Jinang sat with his hands on his knees, sitting in an obedient posture, with the impression of a primary school student listening to a class. Hearing this, he nodded: "Hello, Doctor Ming."

Hidden under the black hair, his fair ears were slightly flushed. It was the first time he came to this kind of place, and he was inevitably a little overwhelmed.

Ming Zhou paused slightly, because the voice was really familiar, like the person he met yesterday.But he was blind, and he was not quite sure, so he had no choice but to suppress his doubts temporarily, and asked Wen Sheng to understand Xiao Jinang's situation: "Can you tell me why you came to the psychological counseling room?"

"I..." Xiao Jinang's eyes wandered, trying to make up a reason, "I'm in a bad mood recently..."

Ming Zhou: "Why are you in a bad mood?"

Xiao Jinang choked: "..."

Yes, why is he in a bad mood?

Seeing this, the bad friends in the group started to make random moves:

Shen Liang has been tied to the word dog blood all his life, and the puppy can't change his diet: [Little King Kong, I suggest that you pretend to be frustrated and say that you have been cheated on, and you are in great pain, and try to win his sympathy. , Arouse emotional resonance! 】

Tang Yan felt that this move was too ruthless, and killed one thousand enemies and self-destructed eight hundred: [Emotional problems are too complicated, I suggest you pretend to be bankrupt and owe debts, and want to commit suicide by jumping off a building.I have experience in this area, and I can tell you the whole mental process. 】

Chu Xinian thought for a moment before saying: [Actually, it doesn't matter what disease you have, I suggest you find a way to get in touch with him first, that's the most important thing.It's a pity that Meng Bian is not online, otherwise you can ask him for advice, he is better at analyzing the psychological activities of this criminal personality. 】

While they were chatting, the number of people online in the group changed silently. It turned out that Chen Xiao was online.As a non-professional author of [Neighborhood Website], he doesn't know any of the authors who are online in the group, but this does not prevent him from understanding the cause of the incident.

Seeing him online, Xiao Jinang's eyes lit up, and he poked him: [Chen Xiao, Chen Xiao, do you have any suggestions to help me? 】

Chen Xiao was a little surprised, he would ask himself: 【Me? 】

Chen Xiao raised his eyebrows: [I suggest you kick the first person out of the group chat. 】

That's right, he was talking about Shen Liang.This is not a general reference, this is a blatant aim.

Chu Xinian didn't say a word. In fact, he agreed with this suggestion.

Shen Liang was so angry that he fell on his back, feeling that his IQ had been insulted: [You you you... who are you!I am the host who successfully survived the mission!I have experience! 】

Chen Xiao casually asked: 【So you think we all died in the mission? 】

Just kidding, as if someone failed to complete the task and survived.

Shen Liang closed his eyes and pinched the person: […]

Angry skr people!Little King Kong, the King of the Dead Sea, where did so many former hosts come from!One is more responsive than the other!

Xiao Jinang saw that they had started to fight melee, and he fell into a state of sluggishness, and then silently closed the group chat.He raised his eyes to look at the elegant man sitting quietly on the other side of the sofa. The man had been patiently waiting for his answer without any sign of impatience.

Xiao Jinang paused: "I'm in a bad mood mainly because... because I feel lonely..."

Obviously there is a whole fish pond behind him...ah no, it is a whole group of hosts, but he can only fight alone every time, really lonely.

Ming Zhou didn't expect that it was because of this reason, because Xiao Jinang's voice sounded very transparent and warm, like the sunshine outside the window, this kind of person would never lack friends no matter where he went: "Where are your parents?"

Xiao Jinang shook his head blankly when he heard the words: "I don't have parents."

He is an intelligent system created through technology, and a cold machine will not have any relatives.

Ming Zhou's voice was very gentle from the beginning to the end: "Then are there any other relatives?"

Xiao Jinang continued to shake his head: "No."

Ming Zhou couldn't see the slightest impatience: "Do you have any close friends around you?"

Xiao Jinang selectively ignored those "not very intimate" friends in the group, and honestly shook his head: "No."

Ming Zhou heard the words and was about to say something, but Xiao Jinang asked curiously: "Doctor Ming, do you have any friends?"

"..."

After a meal tomorrow, I suddenly didn't know how to answer.In fact, as a psychiatrist, he should not have interpersonal barriers. In fact, as a psychiatrist, he should give his patients an affirmative answer at this time, but in fact...

In fact, he doesn't have any friends...

"Um……"

Ming Zhou heard himself humming softly, and then in the air-conditioned air-conditioned room, under the gaze of the person opposite, he uncontrollably spoke the truth: "I..."

His Adam's apple twitched, and he was still white under the white coat, and finally he said lightly: "I have no friends."

Xiao Jinang: "Then do you have parents?"

Ming Zhou's tone was much calmer this time, almost indifferent: "No, they have passed away for many years."

"Is that so..."

Thinking of the ending of the original novel, Xiao Jinang inexplicably felt that Ming Zhou was a bit pitiful, and even felt a sense of sympathy, a little shy and embarrassed, and said: "If you don't mind, I can be your friend."

His tone is simple, but with seriousness that cannot be ignored.

Ming Zhou didn't expect to get such an answer, even though the sunglasses covered his expression, it's still not hard to feel the slightest bit of astonishment on his body.He rubbed his fingertips unconsciously, and finally regained his composure: "I am a blind man."

Ming Zhou told the truth: "Being friends with people like me will make you very tired."

He almost didn't write the word "cumbersome" on his body.

Hearing this, Xiao Jinang approached him curiously, the breath on his body was like a meadow under the warm sun, dry and fresh, his bright black eyes blinked: "You can't see it, right?"

These words were dripping with blood, but when they came out of Xiao Jin'ang's mouth, they were like a sword with a sealed edge, without the slightest malice or sharpness.

Tomorrow hummed.He was blind in both eyes, and his other organs would be more sensitive uncontrollably. At this time, he felt the approaching movement of the other party, and only felt that this strange breath was exactly the same as the young man he met on the rainy night yesterday.

Mingri retreated slightly, avoiding a little.The air conditioner above his head also blew away the man's breath."I can't see it," he said.

"That's all right,"

The dimple appeared on Xiao Jinang's face again, he took the initiative to hold Ming Zhou's hand on his knee, vaguely remembering that this gesture represented friendship in the human world, and even shook it slightly,

"Be friends with me. Wherever you want to go in the future, I will take you there."