Should he drink this soup or not?
Zhou Ze frowned slightly and put down the bowl. He looked at Wang Ke and Wang Ke's wife.
Wang Ke's wife took a chair and sat down. Then, she rubbed her heels and complained, "That's right.
"Hubby, my heels haven't healed yet."
"Who told you to be so careless? It's a blessing that your bones are fine."
Wang Ke carefully observed his wife's heel and smiled.
"You should go back to your room and rest first. Don't run out too much these days. It's really too tiring for you to walk on your heels, and you're wearing high heels."
"Alright, alright. I just want to make myself look better so that you can see me more comfortably at home."
The woman rolled her eyes at her husband and then smiled at Zhou Ze. "You guys chat. I'll go up first."
After the woman left, Wang Ke pointed at the bowl that Zhou Ze had just put down and reminded him,
"The soup is getting cold."
Zhou Ze took out a cigarette and lit it. He did not care that he was in someone else's house and started smoking.
After a while, Zhou Ze asked,
"What do you mean?"
"It was on a whim."
Wang Ke shook his head, and then he pointed at the pot of meat soup and said, "Did you think that this pot of meat soup contained human flesh?"
Zhou Ze did not say anything.
Wang Ke also took out a cigarette and lit it with the fire on the gas stove.
"This is a psychological suggestion. Everyone will more or less encounter this kind of psychological suggestion in their daily lives. For example, you've just left the house, and suddenly an auntie beside you tells her child to lock the door after she leaves, or else the house will be stolen.
"You will subconsciously reflect on whether you have closed the door or not. Then, you will constantly recall and struggle. In the end, you will run back to see with your own eyes if the door is closed.
This was a relatively common and simple method. Slightly more advanced methods would achieve this effect through repeated psychological suggestions and continuous side operations of one's consciousness.
"For example, you think I actually cooked a pot of human meat soup in my kitchen and didn't dare to drink it."
Wang Ke shrugged,
"Is it ridiculous?
Yes, it's ridiculous, but you believe it. This is the most ridiculous, but also the most normal thing. "
Zhou Ze asked, "Is this also part of the treatment?"
Wang Hua shook her head. "No, this is not an illness. We psychologists rarely call psychological problems' illnesses'. This is a knot in your heart.
It's just like how you think I know how to cook human meat. This kind of psychological suggestion has been going on for a long time. For example, my wife likes to go outside to get her hair done, but when she comes back, her hairstyle doesn't change much.
Why do you think I have a motive to kill her?
I was cuckolded. She found a man outside and made me wear a cute green hat. "
"Cute …"
"Alright, I can ignore the adjective 'cute' for now, but it's undeniable that this is the biggest hint that you mistakenly believe that I'm cooking my wife's meat at home.
Because you think I knew about it, and I did know about it, and then you take it for granted that I'm angry. Well, I'm angry.
After that, you think I have a motive to kill her and eat her meat, because I should vent my anger in this way.
Of course, there are some auxiliary hints in this, such as my identity, and my biggest hobby is to cook a big pot of meat soup at home that I can't finish alone. The reason is just to satisfy the regret of not being able to eat meat when I was young in the orphanage.
This kind of contrast makes it difficult for you to admit it, and your brain naturally begins to form your own train of thought, a train of thought that you think makes sense.
This is what we often say, the 'truth' that you think is true. Just like many netizens on the Internet, a very simple incident can often be used by some people with ulterior motives to hype and ferment. This is also the reason why.
There is a Sherlock Holmes as well as a Shakespeare in every heart. "
Wang Ke picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, dipped it in the dipping sauce, and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes and chewed.
"Are you really not going to eat it? It's very delicious. I remember you often fought with me for meat in the orphanage."
"In the end, you left your drumstick for me," Zhou Ze said.
"HAHA, who asked you to be younger than me? Who asked you to call me brother?"
Wang Ke waved his hand disapprovingly. "Actually, I liked eating meat back then, but I never had enough.
Now that he had the conditions, he could eat meat even when he was thirsty. However, every time he was in high spirits, he would wholeheartedly cook a big pot of meat, and he would be full before long.
My body isn't as good as it used to be. I'm no longer the young man I used to be. My living conditions have improved since I started working.
Now, I feel like it was the best when I watched you eat my drumstick in the orphanage. "
Wang Ke picked up another piece of meat and put it into his mouth. He let out a sigh after he finished it.
Zhou Ze blew out a smoke ring. He did not say anything. He quietly leaned against the wall of the kitchen and watched the white smoke rising into the air. He looked at the middle-aged man's weary sigh.
"Tell me about your problem. As a matter of fact, the problem lies with you. To be honest, you were the most comfortable when you were a doctor, right?
No matter what problems you encountered at work, no matter how you schemed against each other, no matter how you were ostracized and suppressed.
When a patient was sent to you, treating the patient was always the right thing to do.
It was in line with the nature of your job and the ethics of human society.
A doctor's heart could make you ignore the patient's identity, personality, and what the patient had done in the past, whether the patient was a good or bad person, rich or poor.
As long as the patient was sent to you, the only thing you had to do was to treat him.
But now, you have trouble choosing. You have to consider more situations when making a choice. You have to figure out the scale yourself. You are not used to it, and it bothers you.
You want to be yourself, like the characters in wuxia novels, living a carefree life, but you have no choice but to be restrained by the situation in front of you.
As a matter of fact, this is the norm for most people. Ah Ze, you were too self-centered in the past. You and I both grew up in an orphanage. We both suffered from childhood misfortune, and we also suffered from the pressure and inferiority complex when we were young because of the lack of a family.
The truth is, both of us more or less have some psychological problems. This is the seed, and now it has bloomed and borne fruit in you.
You say that your conscience is gone, but it is actually there. You are instinctively rejecting it, instinctively hating it, but you can't give it up.
Therefore, your subconscious created this trap. You have eaten your conscience, so you can perfectly ignore it. "
"How should I solve it?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Unless there is a master of psychology who can completely surpass you in terms of consciousness. He can break the shackles in your heart and make you unable to resist the hypnosis.
Otherwise, you can only rely on yourself to slowly wear it down. Perhaps you will wear it down, or it will wear you down. "
Wang Ke took another sip of the soup. It should be delicious. A satisfied look appeared on his face. "Brother, I'm not good enough. Or rather, I can still do something about the psychological problems of ordinary people, but you are not ordinary."
Zhou Ze nodded. "So, we can only let nature take its course?"
"You don't have to resist it. Instead, you can accept it. You can even treat it as a person, as the other side of you."
Wang Ke tried to give his own solution. "What I said is a little abstract. It's best if you can understand. It doesn't matter if you can't understand. Let nature take its course."
After putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Wang Ke and Zhou Ze walked into the living room. Wang Ke made a new pot of tea.
The television was broadcasting the local news of Tongcheng. Coincidentally, a familiar face appeared in the news. It was a simple and honest face. He was crying and roaring.
However, most of the news had already been broadcasted. This was already the end.
Wang Ke saw that Zhou Ze was watching the news and explained, "Recently, this matter has been quite popular. His son has leukemia and wants to find the second daughter he sent out in the past. After mobilizing the media, he finally found her.
However, the second daughter and her adoptive parents refused to donate. He and his wife went to the door to block them and scolded their daughter for being heartless. Then, they went to the second daughter's high school to put up posters, scolding their second daughter for her sins and forcing her to donate. "
"Oh."
Zhou Ze picked up the tea and took a sip.
"In this day and age, all kinds of strange things happen," Wang Ke sighed.
Zhou Ze looked at Wang Ke and said, "Actually, there used to be, but there wasn't such a developed information network in the past."
"What do you mean?"
"No."
"Don't look down on me," Wang Ke suddenly said seriously.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
"Everyone has their own difficulties. I don't want to, but I can accept it."
"I'm leaving. Thank you for your diagnosis today."
"You're welcome. I've said it before. I won't look for you in the future, but you can look for me anytime if you need anything."
Under Wang Ke's escort, Zhou Ze walked out of his house. He turned around and looked at the balcony on the second floor. The Little Loli was not there.
Yes,
The Little Loli could not be there. She should have already brought the Faceless Woman and the other ghosts to Chengdu.
He hailed a taxi and got in. The driver turned around and asked, "Bro, where are you going?"
"Send me to the most unclean place."
Zhou Ze felt that he should take the initiative to find something to do and get some results.
"Yo, are you a writer?
Are you going out to find inspiration? "
"Sort of."
"Sure, I really do know a place."
The driver patted his chest and promised to help Zhou Ze find a good place. That place had been very evil recently. Most people did not dare to pass by at night.
Then..,
The driver sent Zhou Ze to the entrance of the "Late Night Bookstore".
That damned crow appeared again. It slowly flew through the air with a "Caw Caw" sound. It seemed to be very good at flying out when it was needed the most.
The breeze blew the fallen leaves around Zhou Ze's feet, making a rustling sound.
Zhou Ze turned around and glanced at the taxi that had already left,
He suddenly felt that he should talk to Xu Qinglang about moving.
..
Pushing open the bedroom door, Wang Ke walked into the bedroom. His wife was lying on the bed playing with her phone. When she saw her husband coming over, she changed into a graceful posture,
"He's gone?"
"Yes, he's gone." Wang Ke smiled and sat down by the bed. He reached out and touched his wife's cheek and said,
"You've lost weight. You're too thin. You don't even taste good anymore."
"You guys are all like this. You want your wife to bring you out in a good figure to support your face, but you also want your wife to have some meat in bed to make you feel comfortable."
"I'm old. Too fine meat. It's stuffed in my teeth."
As he said that..,
Wang Ke stretched out his finger and dug out some meat from between his teeth,