Crazy Psychologist

On the contrary, Ding Jiajun in the funeral home looked more energetic.

"Okay, I'll help you find out, but I can't guarantee success."

"If that doesn't work, I'll come back and ask you something else."

After Ding Jiajun finished speaking, he turned around and floated away like a ghost.

After a long day of funeral work, Muchun was lying on the table in the outpatient room, his white coat draped casually around him. Is there anything else on Ding Jiajun that he hadn't discovered?

Am I thinking too simply? When there are clear symptoms to refer to, am I unable to see more details?

Mu Chun was groggy and wanted to squint for a while, but Lao Qian's phone call brought Mu Chun from chaos to consciousness.

After listening to Lao Qian's words, Muchun's brain became clear again, "If he asks, can Lao Qian help? If there are any fees, I can advance them."

"Who are you, Ding Jiajun? Why do I think you two are so weird? Don't cause trouble for me. You know what I'm most afraid of."

"It won't involve any legal issues, and the family may also welcome it."

"I don't know. I can ask someone at the funeral parlor why he wants to be a makeup artist at the funeral parlor? It's not easy to find a girlfriend in this job."

"Anyway, please."

"I can promise him about the hand-painted portrait. I can introduce the client to him and share the cost with him. I will tell him later. Speaking of which, his portrait of Zhang Fengling is really very good, and it is not hand-painted." Painted with the same material as the portrait of a deceased person.”

Lao Qian's voice sounded quite confident.

"Yes, to tell you the truth, I think Zhang Fengling's makeup yesterday was also very amazing." Muchun said with emotion.

"Have you noticed it too? I've attended countless memorial services, and this is the first time I've seen such makeup. It's like there's light and sound. I don't know what to say."

Muchun immediately echoed: "Yes, that's how it feels. He deserves to be an old man. This description is so accurate. Business will definitely be very good. Just help him find some such business. It is said that many people want hand-painted paintings." The portraits, and the colorful ones.”

"There is no need to do this kind of business, but if..."

Lao Qian hesitated to speak, and finally said, "We'll see when the time comes. I've been busy during the peak season recently."

What is the problem? Ding Jiajun's paintings clearly have the power to warm people's hearts, the natural light, and the sound like the spring breeze that seems to come to the ears when looking at Zhang Fengling's portrait.

It was as if she was pouring out her wishes for the last time.

There is no creepy feeling at all. Death is so warm in his writing that it even becomes an acceptable embrace.

Why were his paintings rejected by publishers?

It was not until noon, when Liu Dandan came to the fifth floor, that Muchun expressed his doubts.

Liu Dandan was a little flattered and gushed as soon as he opened his mouth, "Ding Jiajun posted the news of his death on Weibo, and then the fans went crazy. You don't know, there are already 200,000 people sweeping the grave below, and Ding Jiajun disappeared." Years later, it actually became a trending topic on the Internet because of fans’ grave-sweeping.”

"Fans nowadays are really scary." Mu Chun shivered, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him.

"Do you know why it's so popular?"

Liu narrowed his eyes mysteriously, lowered his voice, and came closer to Muchun.

Muchun pushed Liu Dandan out, "Don't get so close between men."

Liu Dandan timidly retreated to the treadmill, "It's like this. The day after the death certificate was released, another hand-drawn portrait was released. It was the portrait that went viral."

"Portrait? Ding Jiajun drew a portrait of himself and posted it on Weibo?"

Mu Chun rubbed his nose, while Liu Dandan took out his mobile phone from the pocket of his white coat. After finding the Weibo post, he ran to Mu Chun and put the phone on the table. Liu Dandan quickly returned to the treadmill.

"Why are you running around like this? I won't hit you?"

Muchun raised his head and asked.

"No, you look first, first."

What Mu Chun saw in front of him was a black and white hand-painted painting. The person on the picture said that it must be Ding Jiajun, but he could not be said to be a normal Ding Jiajun, because the first strange feeling that caught his eye was that this Ding Jiajun had long hair. Save the picture and enlarge it, and you will find that the hair strands are not normal hair strands, but extremely thin tubes.

If you zoom in and look at Ding Jiajun's skin, you will see that the skin is not an ordinary skin texture, but is made up of very small blocks, and there seems to be something hidden in each block.

After looking at the part and then looking at the whole, the face in the picture has beautiful eyes. These eyes are very beautiful when painted on the face of a man or a woman.

Muchun looked at it for a long time and suddenly turned the phone upside down.

Then something magical happened, the image seemed to smile or make a weird sound.

It's clearly a jpg picture, how could it move? It's not a gif, and it shouldn't have sound.

Ignoring the sound for now, when this picture is turned upside down, it is not Ding Jiajun, but a woman.

"Is this a woman?" Muchun turned his eyes to Liu Dandan, "Is this woman his girlfriend?"

Liu nodded lightly, "It's Seven's girlfriend, or fiancée, Chen Annie."

Muchun quickly retreated to the Weibo page and found Chen Anni's message on Ding Jiajun's previous Weibo. When I clicked in, I saw that Chen Anni’s profile picture was a photo of her and Ding Jiajun.

Chen Anni in the avatar and Chen Anni in this portrait are the same person at first glance.

Liu Dandan guessed that Muchun must have discovered the secret in this painting, so he said, "The fans are already crazy. What's even more shocking are those who have refused to cooperate with Seven this year, because Seven has created a masterpiece. A true masterpiece.”

"Is this the [Eternal Man]?" Muchun asked.

Liu Dandan jumped up, "You re-read "Mechanical Boy", right?"

Liu Dandan asked, and Mu Chun could only nod and admit that as early as a few years ago when "Mechanical Boy" was serialized in "Science Fiction World", Mu Chun liked this story very much, especially the protagonist Al who fell in love with "Mechanical Boy" The story of a planet shocked Muchun even more.

Liu blinked his boyish eyes lightly, and Boya looked at Mu Chun as if he had met Zhong Ziqi.

"Doctor Mu, don't you also like [Planet Girl]?"

Muchun coughed, "Perhaps I liked it before. After all, even the author himself doesn't know what [Planet Girl] looks like, okay?"

"It doesn't matter the image." Liu Dandan crossed his palms and intertwined his fingers in a praying posture.