"Mr. Yao, why is it you?" Liu Mengwei opened her mouth in surprise when she saw Yao Feipeng standing in front of her.
Yao Feipeng's eyes only stayed on her face for less than a second, and then quickly looked away.
"Sorry, I didn't disturb you." He looked embarrassed. Liu Mengwei saw this and comforted him in order to ease his mood: "No, I am bored and want to find someone to talk to."
The muscles on Yao Feipeng's face relaxed a little. The two came to a secluded pavilion in the school. Looking at Liu Mengwei's clear eyes looking at him, he was too embarrassed to hesitate anymore.
"Actually... I want to ask, the word we were tested at the class reunion that day... how should we solve it?"
Liu Mengwei was stunned for a moment and then said with a half-smile: "You came all the way to school to find me just to ask about this?"
"It's really strange, isn't it?" Yao Feipeng also looked embarrassed: "But I really want to know. I don't know why. I have been thinking about this question in the past few days and want to know the answer to this word."
Liu Mengwei smiled helplessly: "Didn't I just say it back then? Everyone just treated it as a game, and what I said couldn't be considered true."
"Then when you said you couldn't understand my words, does that not count as true?"
Liu Mengwei's expression froze, and he thought to himself, this person looks honest and shy, but he is still a logic genius at the critical moment. He was defeated by an entire army, and he suddenly became less polite: "Why are you still arguing?"
"I'm sorry!" Yao Feipeng instantly returned to his original reserved state.
Liu Mengwei already understood this man's temperament and knew that he meant no harm. Then he calmed down and said with a chuckle: "How come you are so easily nervous? I don't mean to blame you."
Yao Feipeng blushed slightly and didn't know what to say for a moment. Liu Mengwei shook her head helplessly: "Why did you come to me today? I don't believe that with your character, you would go to someone's place of work to find someone for such a problem, not to mention that this person is just a friend of yours. see once."
Yao Feipeng was struck by what he said, and his face suddenly turned red, but he was still hesitant and speechless.
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave first." Liu Mengwei's patience was limited, so he stood up.
"Don't...wait a minute." Yao Feipeng finally raised his head, sweat seemed to be soaked in his forehead and feet. "Actually, there's something that's been bothering me recently..."
"You said...are there really demons in this world?"
"It's not... it's not the kind of murderous maniac that destroys humanity. It's a real demon... a demon that came out of hell." Yao Feipeng added with difficulty.
Liu Mengwei's expression was as usual: "I haven't seen it, so I can't say whether it is. Have you seen it?"
"I seem... I seem to have seen him before. He is right next to me. He has possessed my wife." Yao Feipeng finally said these words, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
Liu Mengwei observed the man in front of him calmly - he was emotionally depressed, anxious, and possibly having auditory and visual hallucinations, showing the characteristics of a delusional mental disorder.
"What did that demon do to you and your wife?"
"He kept chanting incantations in my ear."
"What spell?"
"That's the word, Lu. Of course, it could also be other words with the same pronunciation, Lushan's hut, or stove's furnace."
Liu Mengwei thought for a moment and then asked: "Why do you think the devil has possessed your wife instead of yourself?"
Yao Feipeng was hit in the head by this question, and he began to panic again.
"Because, because..."
"Because it's everyone else who has problems, not you, right?"
"No..." Yao Feipeng argued weakly.
"Then why do you make that judgment?"
Suddenly, Yao Feipeng lowered his voice with a hint of trembling: "I recorded the devil's whisper."
He turned on his phone, found a recording, and clicked the play button.
Liu Mengwei listened to the less than one minute recording with bated breath, and then looked up at Yao Feipeng in confusion.
"I didn't hear anything."
Yao Feipeng only hesitated for a moment and then said: "He has already said it, and you have heard it, but you just don't know it."
Liu Mengwei was almost certain that he was suffering from a delusional mental disorder.
Then Yao Feipeng clicked on another recording: "Listen to this again."
A burst of ethereal singing came from the phone, deep and far away, like the cry of whales coming from the shadowless ocean. Ren Liu Mengwei was also a little lost in thought, but she was still puzzled: "What is this?"
"Don't you know?" This time it was Yao Feipeng's turn to be surprised: "This is the debut song of a very popular singer in a bar, and it went viral on the Internet."
Liu Mengwei sometimes really couldn't understand certain popular elements, so he asked, "Is there anything special about this song?"
"If you just listen with your ears, you may not be able to hear anything special, but if you analyze the electromagnetic wave frequency at the scene, you can separate a very low frequency, but very regular signal. And the regularity of this signal , very similar to the devil’s whisper I recorded!”
Liu Mengwei still communicated with him calmly. Although she was not good at solving psychological problems for people, as a researcher, she also had the basic qualities of a psychiatrist.
"So, you recorded this audio at the scene?"
Yao Feipeng was stunned: "Yes."
"It's hard to imagine that you, an unemployed person with severe social anxiety, would go to a place like a bar." Liu Mengwei said jokingly.
Yao Feipeng was a little embarrassed: "This was the last project I worked on before resigning, which was to configure surveillance cameras, electromagnetic wave receivers and analyzers for that bar. Because I have been leading this project, I know the situation best in the company. People. Just after the end of this project, Party A suddenly put forward new requirements. I, the project leader, must continue to follow up for a week to ensure that the instrument is running normally and stably before the acceptance can be completed. So, I was in that place Stayed for a while and recorded the song.”
But Liu Mengwei became increasingly puzzled: "Bar? Electromagnetic wave receiver? Why is such a thing installed in that place?"
Yao Feipeng shook his head and seemed to have no idea why.
"Looks like things are getting interesting."
"So, that devil..." Yao Feipeng still looked uneasy.
"Oh, demons and all that really give me a headache." Liu Mengwei screamed.
For patients with delusions, blind denial will not work. On the contrary, it may deepen their delusions. They can only let nature take its course and be guided carefully.
"What do you want to do? Hold an exorcism for your wife?"
"No!" Unexpectedly, Yao Feipeng quickly stopped him: "That's not what I meant! I don't want that demon to disappear."
"He is an endless inspiration to me and I hope... I hope he will always be by my side."
"Inspiration? What inspiration?"
"Oh, I'm a movie screenwriter now." At this point, Yao Feipeng seemed to be injected with a ball of fire.
"Actually, I have always wanted to be a writer and write my own stories when I was young. But dreams often have to give way to life, and most of the choices I make have to be practical."
Liu Mengwei remembered that on the day of the class reunion, they seemed to be entrusting Li Liyun to help find a job.
"Yes, I heard that her son...to be precise, his stepson wanted to make a movie and recommended a novel I wrote to him."
"Sounds great."
"But the young man seemed not satisfied with my story. He felt that my description of the scene was not realistic enough, scary and exciting enough. Hey, could it be that the author had to cut open other people's stomachs with his own hands and experience it personally before he could tell the story Write it down?"
"What should we do?"
"It was the devil who gave me inspiration and allowed me to write words with a strong sense of reality. I wrote a story that satisfied both parties."
"In that case, why did you come to me today?" Liu Mengwei suddenly had a bad feeling.
"I want to become the host of the devil. I want to ask him to leave my wife and possess me." Yao Huipeng's shrinking eyes suddenly flashed with a crazy and strange light.
"What are you going to do?" Liu Mengwei's eyes turned cold.
"That's what I want to know, how do I let that demon enter my body?"
Liu Mengwei changed her relaxed tone and said seriously: "Mr. Yao, your current mental state is not very good. I strongly recommend that you seek consultation with a professional psychologist."
The light in Yao Feipeng's eyes slowly dimmed.
"You mean...I'm mentally ill?"
Confinement and avoidance of treatment for mental illnesses are more common and serious than physical illnesses.
"This is normal, you don't have anything to worry about."
“If mental illness is normal, why do we need to treat it?”
He caught another logical loophole, and Liu Mengwei sighed in her heart that she was really not suitable to be a psychiatrist.
"In short, you'd better seek professional help." She said helplessly.
"Aren't you a professional?"
Liu Mengwei wanted to tell him that she was not. It could even be said that she was better at creating problems than solving them, that is...creating demons in her heart. Thinking of this, she was suddenly shocked - if Yao Feipeng wants to realize that crazy request, I'm afraid... he has really found the right person...
"I...I'm not..." Liu Mengwei didn't understand why she had no confidence in her answer.
"Okay, then I can only try my own method. Thank you, Professor Liu." Yao Feipeng stood up mechanically and walked slowly towards the school gate.
Liu Mengwei looked at his back, her heart beating unconsciously.
…
"How could this be? "Psycho" is such a classic work. It can be regarded as the most famous work of Master Hitchcock."
"But the young master doesn't like this kind of psychological suspense work. He seems to be more fond of "A Nightmare on Elm Street", which is full of hearty killings and bloody violence."
"Oh, that's not possible. How old is he? And it's just a piece of work. It can't be so exaggerated. It would be terrible if it leaves some psychological shadow."
"But I really don't have any say. I'm sorry!"
"You, stop saying sorry. The first step to becoming a best-selling novelist and a well-known screenwriter is to become confident first."
"Thanks."
"There is a devil living in everyone's heart, and yours may be called lack of confidence."
"As for Master Fang, I also hope that he can use your story to get rid of his own demons. But I don't think "A Nightmare on Elm Street" can do it. After all, Freddy is immortal, and I hope he can Live in this real reality and don’t be bothered by nightmares.”
"But, Master Fang... How can a story be both "Psycho" and "A Nightmare on Elm Street"?"
"If you can't do both, then let it appear to be "A Nightmare on Elm Street" but actually be "Psycho." This should be possible. How can you not face difficulties if you want to become a great writer?"
"I see."
"The owner of Bates Motel is a schizophrenic killer. I hope you can write this character well. You might as well consult a psychologist. Didn't a psychologist come to our last class reunion? …”
