ocean-life Chapter 257 The Psychiatrist
Chapter 257 The Psychiatrist
Chapter 257 The Psychiatrist
"So how many ways to die have you prepared?" Zach asked casually.
"Uh, there are probably seventeen... sixteen high schools." Yang said, pinching his fingers and counting.
"Pervert." Zach pouted.
Yang just touched his nose and didn't speak.
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At this time, the doctor came back with a lot of messy things.
He put all the bags on the ground, while Yang pounced on them and rummaged through them for a while, then pulled out a set of clothes, including a sweater with a hood.
"Are you in such a hurry to change?" Zach glanced at Yang.
"Nonsense, don't forget that I want to shine after dark." Yang left his words and walked to the bathroom with his clothes in his hands.
"Hey wait." Yang suddenly turned around and looked at the doctor: "You didn't buy underwear, did you?"
"What? You didn't tell me that you have to buy underwear too." The doctor looked at Zach innocently.
"Uh... I think it's better to solve this kind of more private items individually, right?" Zach blinked.
"Besides, I don't need it myself~"
"Me too." The doctor shrugged.
"Wait, don't you both wear underwear?" Yang's mouth twitched.
"Don't wear it."
Zach and the doctor said in unison.
"Uh, okay." Yang rolled his eyes, turned and walked into the bathroom.
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After rearranging her attire, Yang walked out of the bathroom.
He took out another pair of glasses that were exactly the same as Zach's from Zach's backpack.
Probably because after hanging out with this guy for a long time, Yang also started to learn from Zack, using these weird devices more skillfully.
"I think it's better for me to see my psychiatrist by myself, and you two can move freely."
Yang pointed to the glasses on his face, and said to Zach, "Keep in touch."
"Hey, wait, where are we going?" Zac sat on the bench and spread his hands.
"It's up to you, uh... have some fun on your own, or go back to the hotel, it's up to you."
Yang waved his hand.
When Zach wanted to say something, he found that Yang's figure had disappeared among the passing crowd.
"I don't think it's a good idea..." Zach glanced at the doctor standing next to him indiscriminately.
"Actually I don't think it's a good idea either, but now that he's the boss, I have to listen to him, so I suggest we have some fun by ourselves, oh yeah, or maybe we can have a chat about not Wearing underwear..." The doctor relished.
"Thank you."
Zach got up holding the computer and walked towards the exit of the shopping mall.
"Hey, wait for me." The doctor picked up a bunch of miscellaneous things on the ground, and quickly followed Zach's pace.
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...
About 10 minutes later, Yang appeared in a coffee shop in the center of the city.
In fact, this kind of gentle and elegant place is relatively unfamiliar to both Yang and Luo. These two people usually don’t hang out in this kind of place, but the place where they met this time is not Yang decides.
Yang found a seat by the window and sat down, ordered a cup of coffee casually, and waited quietly for another person to appear.
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About this psychiatrist.
Just like Yang said to Zach before.
He came all the way here, naturally not to retaliate against her for helping Luo back then.
It can only be said that everything is very coincidental. When Yang was investigating Zhou Wen's relevant information, this woman automatically appeared in his field of vision.
Before investigating this person, Yang always thought that the other person was just a slightly younger psychiatrist.
After all, in all the conversations with Luo, Yang, as a bystander, could clearly judge the general state of the other party.
From the very beginning of their acquaintance, some rules were laid down.
The first of which is that all conversations between the two parties absolutely do not involve the true identity information of individuals.For Luo, this is very much in line with his requirements.As a mercenary, you can't tell your doctor—sister doctor, I killed a dozen people today, and I don't feel very good...
Due to the existence of this rule, in the previous conversations between Luo and his doctor, although Yang knew a lot about the other party, he didn't know the other party's identity information.
He found it by accident while investigating.
It has to be said that when he obtained this information, the first things that came to Yang's mind were indeed those torture methods he designed before.After all, during the period when he was locked in the small dark room, if Luo hadn't had this psychiatrist who had been helping him with emotional problems, the frequency of his dominance might have increased a lot.
From a certain point of view, the psychiatrist is also Luo's "accomplice".
But now for Yang, the most important thing is his own life after all.
It would be so boring if you just burp if you live a few more months.
He was imprisoned for seven years.
To be precise, since he was born, he has never really lived.
Before the age of nine, it was the child named Luo Yang who lived, and after the age of nine, it was Luo who took the lead and lived for him.
Yang, on the other hand, has always been a bystander without any right to speak.
Now that he is finally able to control his life, he naturally hopes that he can play longer...
So he could only try his best to put away those dark thoughts in his mind.
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Therefore, Yang went through all the previous communication records between Luo and the psychiatrist, and told the other party that he came to China and hoped to meet this psychiatrist whom he had known for nearly three years.
Of course, in the name of Luo.
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...
He glanced at the clock in the cafe.
I found that it wasn't that the other party was late, but that I was nearly 10 minutes early.
Yang tapped the table with his fingers.
Yang Yang was not interested in tasting the steaming cup of coffee on the table.
In fact, he should have more Chinese elements in his bones than Luo, so he is not very cold about things like coffee.
Yang pulled out a notepad about the size of a palm from his pocket.
This is a paper notepad with a pure black leather jacket, and a pen is clipped inside.
He took out his pen, thought for a while, and then buried himself in the notepad to write something.
After a while, Yang stopped writing, held his chin and thought for a while, and then resumed writing.
This thing is a habit that he has only recently developed.
About two weeks ago.
That is when he learned from Johnny that he would not live long.
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(End of this chapter)