I said, "Is it considered manslaughter for sixty-eight stabs?"

Helanting said: "The court made the above judgment in view of Wang Li's voluntary surrender afterwards, with a good attitude towards pleading guilty, and the victim's family accepted Wang Li's apology and compensation."

I said, "Okay, but I looked at her and she was Wang Li, so what kind of mental illness could she have? It was because of a quarrel with her, and then she started to beat her, then went to smash her shop, and then beat her again. She stabbed Li to death in anger. It was not surprising."

Helanting said: "The reason for the dispute, my friend told me that it was because Li said that she saw a vase more important than her friends. Later, when she wanted to stab Li to death, she kept shouting, "You kill them, you kill them!"

I suddenly felt creepy.

You kill them, you kill them.

They refer to vases.

I asked in surprise: "Are they vases? Are vases her friends? Wang Li thinks vases are her friends? Are living friends?"

Helanting said: "My friend thinks her sister has mental problems, but she herself doesn't know what the problem is. Her sister is gentle, sensible, gentle and weak. Even if she is beaten, she will not have the courage to resist. But that day, she dared to pick up a knife and stab her own friend to death. She also stabbed her sixty-eight times. She was angry for her vase. She loved her vase too much. Even if her own mother passed away, she didn't feel as heartache as if her vase was broken."

I said, "It's really a bit of a problem."

Helanting said: "My friend thinks that even if her sister goes out, if she is with this mental illness, she might be out, and she will still be like that. So, she wants to entrust me to find some psychologists to treat her."

I said, "Okay."

Helanting looked at the time and said, "I have something to do. I'll wait and ask someone to send Wang Li to your office."

I said, "Oh, can I feel upset and tired now?"

Helanting asked: "Do you need to save people like writing? Do you need inspiration?"

I said, "This is not the case, it's just because the female prisoner just committed suicide, and his psychology is a bit shady."

Helanting said: "Go back, wait, I'll have someone take her there."

I had no choice but to nod.

I have come into contact with too many patients with strange mental illnesses, and I think I will also die of mental illness.

Liu Zhihui once told me that there are psychological counseling classes abroad for psychologists who often come into contact with mental illnesses, but in our country, there is a gap.

I think Liu Zhihui is a good psychological counselor who has contacted psychologists and teaches psychological counseling classes to psychologists.

I arrived at my office and waited for not long, and waited for Wang Li.

She does look like a weak girl with no power to tie her hands, similar to the usual kind of weak female college students who only know how to study but not know other weak female college students in college.

She is wearing a pair of glasses, short hair, and a little rustic. No matter how she looks, she is a typical college girl type who is stupid in reading.

Such a weak girl with no power to tie a chicken was actually a murderer who stabbed her good friend sixty-eight times.

When Wang Li saw me, she sat down and asked me directly: "You are my sister who arranged for me to give me psychological treatment?"

I was surprised and asked, "How do you know?"

Wang Li said: "My sister always thinks I'm sick. She said I'm crazy."

I said, "Oh, then why did she say you are crazy?"

Wang Li said: "She said I love vases more than anyone."

I said, "You don't seem to have any diseases, no neurological diseases, so why does she say you have a neurological disease? There is no conflict between loving vases and loving others."

Wang Li said: "So, she is sick, I am not sick."

I said, "Okay. Let me ask you, I heard you stabbed someone to death for the vase. May I ask, do you still have any repentance for Li's death? Do you still feel guilty?"

Wang Li began to get excited, and the weak she said, "Repent? Repent? Cry? Blame yourself? That was when my sister asked the lawyer to tell me that I had pretended in court. I had no guilt towards Li Su at all. She deserved to die. She deserved to kill them! She deserved to pay for their lives."

they.

They refer to vases.

I asked, "You said they are vases?"

Wang Li said: "Yes, she smashed them and killed them. She deserved it, but she deserved it!"

I asked, "Then, you think the vase is more important than the life of your friend!"

Wang Li said: "It's much more important! She's what she's. She doesn't even have the qualifications to live!"

I said, "But I read your information, you didn't say that in court."

The weak she became more and more excited and said, "My sister wants me to fight for a reduction in sentence! She compensates Li Su's family for me, apologizes for me, makes me apologize, makes me blame myself, and lets me act. If I were not because of my sister, I would not apologize! It was not because she wanted to hit me that I killed her, because she threw my vase, she would die! I wanted her to die! When she fell a few in front of me, I wanted her to kill her, but I didn't expect that she would fall again, so I could only do it in advance."

I asked, "Why don't you apologize? She threw your vase and you're going to kill her?"

She said: "Yes."

I asked, "Vases are really important?"

She said: "It's more important than your life."

I felt cold all over. What a cold-blooded animal. I said, "What about your sister?"

She said: "Don't talk about my sister, even my mother, there is no vase. If my mother throws my vase, I will kill her."

I went from being cold all over to taking a breath, which was even colder than cold-blooded animals.

I asked, "Why?"

She said: "Vases are my own masterpieces and my artworks. When I am in a bad mood, I can stay with them. When I am in a good mood, they will accompany me. I like them. I love them."

I asked, "They are with you? In your eyes, they have life, right?"

She said: "Yes. They are beautiful, they are my good friends, they have their good mood, bad mood."

I laughed in silence.

She said, "What are you laughing at? Do you think I'm a lunatic?"

I said, "What do you think?"

She said: "You might think I'm crazy, so I'll ask you, is the human body composed of cells? Most of the human body is water and molecular substances."

I nodded and said, "It seems to be."

She said: "So, do vases also have cells and molecular substances?"

I said, "I don't know if there are cells or not. I guess there are none, but there are molecular substances, but they are different from water."

She said: "It's different. The molecular substances of humans and snails are different. They are talking about thoughts. Snails have ways of thinking, and humans have ways of thinking and behavior, and vases, and there are also ways of thinking and behavior."

I denied, "There are no vases, they don't have brains."

She asked me, "Why not? They have their love, hate, love, they have their thoughts, they have life, I often communicate with them, you won't understand."

I said, "Yes, I will never understand. But maybe you have completed the vase with your heart. That is your masterpiece. I still understand that you have feelings for them, but I cannot understand that you say they have life."

She said, "You don't understand, just as I understand."

This guy is almost as stubborn as the female prisoner who thinks he is a god.

I said, "You think they have life, joy, anger, sorrow, so you communicate with them, talk to them, right?"

She said, "It's like this. Every morning I wake up, sing to them, wake them up, and bathe them in the afternoon, tell stories, and listen to their stories."

I said strangely, "I understand that you bathe them and wash the bottles and dust off. But you sing to them? Can they hear it?"

She was a little angry and said, "They have life, and of course they can hear it!"

Is it also paranoid?

The woman in front of her dreams is the god who saves the world, and this is the delusional vase that has a living body.

I asked, "That vase has life. Do toilets, toilets, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and electric fans have life?"

She shook her head and said, "I don't know. I haven't paid attention to them. I only like vases. Perhaps they have life in the eyes of other people who like them. Can you explain to me how many of you men love inflatable toy dolls? There are many men who think they are life. I have seen a lot of news like this."

I was silent.

After pausing for a while, I said, "Yes, they do think that those things are alive. But I think they are alive. So I want to ask you, if you sing and talk to them, I roughly understand, then, what do they say to you?"

There was a smile on her face: "They talked a lot, for example, which vase has quarreled again? Which vase has made up again. The weather is good, and they want to take more showers."

I asked, "Can the vase still quarrel with the vase?"

She said, "Yes. It's interesting. Also, some vases are sold, and they will cry and say goodbye to me, and their friends and sisters who are reluctant to leave it."

Damn, psychopath.

I patiently, closed my eyes and nodded, and said, "Okay, I understand a little more for the time being. So, since you like them so much, why did you still sell them?"

She said: "I can't take care of so many things, and the job of vases is to arrange flowers, spend time with flowers day and night, and place them in the homes of wealthy people, the most conspicuous place. That is the happiest and proudest time for them."

I said that as an earthling, I just want to kick her back to Mars with one kick.

I asked again: "Even if they have life, have they given you love? Have you given you care and support in real life?"

She said: "They have love for me, care for me, comfort me, care about me, but they can't raise me."

I asked again: "When you are sick, can they feed you medicine like your mother? Can they go to the hospital to see you like your sister? After you kill someone, have they saved you? Have you helped you give money from the victim's family? Have you hired a lawyer for you!"

She looked at me furiously and was a little at a loss.

I asked again: "Do you still have a conscience and gratitude? They have not given you real care and support. Do you think their lives are more important than the lives of your mother, sister, and any relatives and friends! Are you still a fucking human? You still say you are not a lunatic?"

She was a little scared to look at me, and then said, "I love it or not, that's my business, what does it have to do with you? Why should you take care of me?"

I said: "The nature of human beings is to first care for their parents, children, brothers, sisters, relatives, friends, fellow villagers, and fellow tribes, and then human beings. Since ancient times, all things born in human beings cannot surpass human beings in the minds of human beings. But today, I found that someone finally subverts human nature, it is you! He regards vases as close as their parents, parents, sisters and family members! In your opinion, this is your great love. For you, I have nothing to say about you and I have nothing to say, but you might as well put your heart in it. People will have a mother. You value vases so seriously. Love vases more than love family members. To say something offensive, does your family even have a vase?

Why not? In a society with normal moral values, it is certainly not surprising to care for pets or love other things, but this so-called love should be based on first being the dignity of people and the awe of people's lives, and on emotional communication between people! When you dare to kill people for the sake of a vase, violate human ethics, trample on human laws, trample on human family affection for a vase, and deprive people of dignity for a vase, then I can only say that you are already psychopathic, otherwise what explanation will be? Well, I don't want to see a lunatic like you again in the future! Your sister shouldn't save you, it's best to let you die! Goodbye!"
Chapter completed!