Yan Ge sat down, put his fingers on the table, his face handsome and quiet. Li You on the opposite side was in the same position as him, holding his hands together and placing them on the table, as if he was mirrored with him.

When Yan Ge plays the role of a doctor, he always speaks first: "Doctor Xu said, you have something to say to me."

"Well, my spiritual research has made progress recently. But they won't understand it." Li You had a face with extremely distinctive outlines, especially his eyes, dark. When he said this, his tone was sarcastic.

"Do you think I'm willing to listen?"

"Of course." Li You smiled.

"Then I'll try to listen."

"Words, time is still, and people are flowing."

"Why do you say that?"

"There is no concept of time in the world. It was created by humans. It is not difficult to understand that time does not exist, right?"

"Um."

"As for people, as long as they are alive, they keep moving, from home to the subway station, from the subway to the company, from the company to the restaurant, they are moving at any time. If a camera is taking pictures at this person without interruption, what will the photos taken become?"

Yan Ge fully understood his words: "This man's figure runs through every place he has been to, like..."

"This person is like a river." Li You held the corner of his lips, "He is a flowing river, and everyone is like this. They interspersed and communicated with each other."

"What auxiliary effect does this have on your spiritual space theory?" Yan Ge asked.

"A person is mobile, so is his spiritual world. Everyone's spirit can be regarded as an independent space." His fingers are white and he taps his knuckles regularly.

"When a person's spiritual power is strong enough to put pressure on others, others will unconsciously accept the person's thoughts and be influenced by his spirit. This situation is not uncommon in real life."

"Indeed." Yan Ge said calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"I analyze the influence of human spiritual level from the perspective of quantum physics and space. It is the spiritual power of the strong that puts pressure on the spiritual space of others. When the force is strong enough, the space will be bent." Li You approached the chair soothingly, looking at Yan Ge with a smile.

The word "Oh" sounded, and it didn't seem interested.

But Li You's story is at its highest point, and of course he will not give up the final curtain call: "The result proves that my spiritual space theory: a person's spirit and thoughts can penetrate and invade another person's mind, and when strong enough, he can even dominate and control him. This is why there will be education, including religion, cult, and everything."

"It didn't surprise me." Yan Ge said normally, seemingly a little disappointed.

This reaction made Li You narrow his eyes: "I will prove to you. Will the new guy named Wu Zhe still not speak? Let me talk to him, and I can let him speak."

"In fact, he has already spoken." Yan Ge looked at him directly.

Li You also looked at him and decided something.

Yange: "You manipulate him?"

"I haven't let go of the news for a month, how can I talk to him?" Li You smiled.

"Where is your theory of spiritual space just now?"

The smile on the corner of Li You's mouth magnified: "You believe my theory."

"Of course I don't believe it." Yan Ge pursed his lips and stood up with his hands in his pockets, "Just confirm that you didn't have contact with him. Goodbye."

Li You changed his face, and his chest felt like a brick was blocked. He looked at Yan Ge calmly and didn't turn his head back. He unexpectedly saw a girl shrank her neck and stuck out her tongue at Yan Ge in embarrassment, and her right hand kept touching her forehead, making a sorry gesture.

I guess the expression in the face of her is not very good.

Yange walked to the door and took out the keys. Li You said, "She is your ex-girlfriend."

Yan Ge paused for a moment, the key entered the hole, and then heard Li You say, "You want to get close to her...but, this really doesn't look like your personality. Why are you worried about it?"

"Yange, do you believe it or not, I can let her..."

Zhen Yi on the side of the door was a little nervous and felt something was wrong.

She was back and forth by the door just now, but she didn't leave. Yan Ge saw her when he got up, his eyes were a little cold. Zhen Yi knew very well that he was always very calm, and he would not be happy or angry. He was calm and gentle when he got on his head.

It won't be warm, but it won't be cold either.

So, the first time she saw a faint chill in his eyes, she knew that she shouldn't have appeared here, and must have violated the rules of the hospital, so she quickly apologized.

Wu Zhe is here, she is still here, but she doesn't want to mess with him.

Strangely, the Yange door opened for a long time, and the key was inserted into the hole, but the movement stopped. For several seconds, he did not move.

He stood high in front of her, through the two doors of the fiberglass cable, his eyes were deep, falling on her face, but he seemed not to look at her.

The man not far away was indeed handsome, and Zhen Yi couldn't hear what he said. He looked arrogant and controlled everything, but he looked like a gentleman. For a moment, his black eyes looked at Zhen Yi for a second, his lips slightly pursed, he nodded gently, and greeted her.

Zhen Yi was inexplicably stunned, and the next second, his eyes were covered by Yan Ge's figure.

He opened the door, came out, and closed it. He spoke in a tone like a question: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm going in the wrong direction." Zhen Yi quickly slipped back, as if afraid that he would come up and beat her up.

Yan Ge is indeed in a bad mood, but he rarely feels fluctuating, so he doesn't show any signs. So Zhen Yi walked nervously for a while, and saw that he was calm in his eyes, so he forgot what happened just now, jumped to curiosity mode, and went up to ask, "Is that a patient?"

"Hmm." A slight blurry syllable spilled into his throat.

“It doesn’t look like it.”

"Don't draw conclusions easily, don't evaluate things you don't understand." He answered plainly, but it sounded like a guide. "What's more, many times, what you think is understanding is just about yourself."

A philosophical neurotic doctor is really...

Zhen Yi was not disgusted, but looked humble and obedient: "I know, let's talk about it, seeing may not be true."

She has never been so obedient...Yang Ge's eyes fell on her face: "If you have something to ask me for help?"

Zhen Yi: "...uh, yes."

He looked at her, his eyes clear and deep.

Zhen Yi immediately said: "Although the hospital hardware management is strict, if a patient is smart and awake at some time, is it possible for him to sneak out and come back? Like a jailbreak on TV?"

She thought it was very unrestrained when she said this, but Yan Ge said, "I can't 100% deny this possibility."

"Then have you ever encountered a man's personality that shows a woman's personality in his spirit?"

"Yes, very few. But what do you want to say?"

"Will Wu Zhe's spirit split a Tang Shang's personality?"

"Say that." Yan Ge walked past a door, grabbed the edge of the door, waited for her to come, and then closed it steadily, "You're thinking too much."

"ah?"

"Schizophrenia and schizophrenia are two completely different concepts. There are many novels in schizophrenia, but they are rare in clinical practice. Patients can live normally and cannot see strange things at first sight or in a short time; while schizophrenia does not refer to personality, but to the patient's sensation and perception are severely damaged, unable to take care of himself, crazy, and often delusions. It is one of the "crazy people" we often call it."

His voice was low and plain, perhaps because he was worried that she would not understand, so he spoke in an extremely patient and slow tone. After speaking, he added,

"For example, personality splitting means that there are many people living in a body, while schizophrenia is a person living in a body who keeps dreaming and delusional."

Zhen Yi looked at him straight.

"What?" He looked away uneasy.

He had been seen countless times by her eyes, but he did not get used to it calmly after all.

Zhen Yi's volume was lowered, which was not very natural: "It seems that this is the first time you said such a long passage to me at one time."

Yan Ge shut up.

Zhen Yi regained the topic: "Then Wu Zhe's situation is not a schizophrenia, nor is it like schizophrenia."

“ptsd.”

"What's the meaning?"

“Posttraumatic stress disorder.”

Zhen Yi was suspicious and looked disbelief: "Have you not done an appraisal for him yet?"

"Identification is one thing, experience is another." He said lightly.

“…”

This kind of person who is calm and arrogant and unaware of it...

"What are the symptoms of ptsd?"

"The clinical manifestation is to mechanically re-experience the symptoms and constantly recall the situation and the feelings in your heart..."

"Oh, it's so sad to listen like this." Zhen Yi's voice fell, remembering the terrible dream that Wu Zhe said was constantly repeating, darkness, despair, coldness, and dampness.

"...As the symptoms of avoidance appear, and people do not want others to mention things, they will selectively forget them when they are serious."

Wu Zhe does not remember that Tang Shang is dead.

"High vigilance, lack of concentration, and weak short-term memory."

Wu Zhe did not let others get close, but after Zhen Yi got close, he left without saying goodbye halfway after chatting.

After listening to Yan Ge's analysis, Zhen Yi sighed in his heart: He is very powerful.

They had already walked to the door of the building, and Yan Ge still walked out first, pulled the glass door, and waited for her to come out. Zhen Yi looked up and saw the sunlight just shining on him and the glass, shining like in the diamond world, transparent and clean.

His elegant face is not inferior in the bright sunshine. His fair face melted into the light, but his eyes are very clear, clear and clear, with a sense of peace that makes people want to sink into the peaceful sleep.

Zhen Yi couldn't exhale in one breath, so he lowered his head and walked out. When he took a step back and closed the door slowly, he exhaled the breath hanging in his chest and continued:

"The police must have asked, can Wu Zhe kill people in his current situation?"

Yan Ge lowered his eyes and thought for a moment: "I can only say that his condition is serious and he no longer has self-awareness. No matter what he does, he doesn't know what he is doing."

Zhen Yi looked at the cheerful lunatics on the plastic net and was a little disappointed: "That is to say, it may kill people."

"I prefer to kill people, I prefer to use the word "self-defense" to him." He has a slender and upright figure, his white coat is spotless and flutters in the wind.

"It means that only when others threaten him will he fight back?" Zhen Yi felt spirited again, as if subconsciously trying to define the relationship between Wu Zhe and the case.

"But..." Yan Ge paused for a moment and said, "The normal movements of ordinary people will be understood as threats by him... This is why he is a major suspect in the police."
Chapter completed!